Horse-and-tackle shop

Sergey was a muscular, good looking young man in his 20’s. He was given money by his uncle to pay the bills. He lost it gambling and then lied about it.  And for this, he would pay a very high price!

 

When Uncle found out, he became very angry and told him he would be whipped every morning and evening until he paid back the initial amount as well as the unpaid bills.  He also would have to pay for the whip Uncle was going to have to buy.

 

The next day Uncle took his nephew to the local horse-and-tackle shop and asked the man where they stocked the whips.

 

The salesman looked from one to the other and asked, "Is the horse stubborn and naughty?" He was a bald man in late mid 40’s. With dark goatee and leather outfit, he was an imposing figure.  He smiled knowingly.

 

"Yes, he is," replied Uncle.  He liked where this was going.

 

"Other methods of instruction didn't work?”

  

“Nothing seems to work on this foal.”

 

The salesman looked Sergey up and down. “Has he ever been whipped before?"

  

“Yes, but it hasn’t seemed to do much good. He needs something extra painful."

 

Sergey’s mouth opened in surprise.  The salesman winked at the boy.

 

"Compared to other kinds, horse whips can be extra painful without causing serious damage. Sir, if you need a whip to take care of that... foal, I have something special for you, first-class, finest leather.”  

  

“I’d love to see what you have.”

 

The salesman reached under the counter and brought out a fearsome black whip, coiled like a beautiful snake.

 

Just look at the craftsmanship, long and thick, giving maximum pain with every lash!

 

"Perfect! I'll take it!" replied Uncle.

"Just like that?" asked the salesman. "Wouldn't you like to try it out first? You could see how it suits the young skin of that foal and then decide.” The salesman looked meaningfully at the boy. “My shop space is at your disposal."

 

Uncle hesitated a moment, then decided there was no need to pretend that the whip would be used on a real horse.

 

"Agreed!” Uncle turned to the boy. “Sergey, strip!" he ordered.

 

The young man was in shock. He couldn’t believe his uncle was going to punish him in front of a stranger…like an animal!

 

"Come on, boy, don't make me ashamed of you.”

"He is clearly a very stubborn boy. This whip will be perfect for him," said the salesman.

Realizing they meant business, Sergey reluctantly pulled off his T-shirt. The men caressed his young muscular body with their eyes drinking in the V-shaped back, strong biceps, and well-formed pecs.

 

The salesman produced some rope from a shelf.  With a nod from Uncle, he tied the boy's wrists, and then threw the rope over a beam below the ceiling. Pulling on the end, he hoisted the boy's hands over his head. Sergey was forced up on his toes, his body stretched.

"Whip him when you are ready, Sir. I guarantee he will feel it and he will scream. A whip like this can teach the most willful foals to behave.”

 

Uncle stepped back and tested the long horsewhip. It whistled through the air and cracked against the boy's tight skin. Its bite made Sergey jerk and his teeth clench but he didn’t make a sound.

"Harder, Sir! And may I suggest that you swing the whip up and back before you let loose. This will maximize the acceleration and cause maximum pain!" Uncle did his best to use the proposed technique. The whip sliced clumsily across his back. Sergey jerked and moaned, closing his eyes.

"Perhaps you’ll let me demonstrate? Boys these days need proper handling to keep them in line!" With a nod, Uncle handed him the whip.

 

The salesman took the whip. He whirled it through the air with practiced expertise and lashed it across the boy's broad back and sides.

 

CRACK!

 

The pain was terrible. Skin stretched over ribs burned as if on fire. Sergey screamed in shock.

 

A part of the boy hoped that his scream would be enough to convince Uncle to stop the demonstration and buy the fucking whip so he could get out of there.  He didn’t think he could take any more.

  

The salesman spoke as if lecturing to a class:  "To have its best effect, the whip must be applied not only with proper technique but also in great number."

 

Sergey shuddered at these words realizing that it was not over.

 

"No, no! Uncle, stop this! Are you crazy!?"

 

The salesman clenched his teeth. “Those are very insolent words, young man.  Clearly, you need more correction.”

 

The whip whistled. CRACK!

 

"Aaaaaaaaa, you fucking bastards!"

 

“Such language is unacceptable,” the salesman replied evenly. He turned back to Uncle and resumed his lecturing tone.

 

“May I say, Sir, that quantity and quality are not mutually exclusive.  He definitely needs both a good whip and a good number of lashes.”

 

Uncle nodded.

 

CRACK! A long tearful scream filled the room.

 

"Aaaaaaa, stop, please stop!"

  

"Behave, boy", whispered Uncle tersely. “Take your whipping like a man. Don’t make me ashamed of you!”

 

"One more thing,” said the salesman eyeing Uncle carefully. “You must never give in to the boy's pleading. Begging and screaming are welcome reactions because they prove you are doing your job properly. And never stop before the promised number of lashes have been delivered. For the punishment to be successful, he must know that he cannot influence you and that you will not stop until you decide he has had enough.  

The salesman nodded toward the helpless boy. “Look at this muscular back. It can take a lot. I suggest you drop the word ‘mercy’ from your vocabulary entirely." 

 

With that, the salesman began whipping the boy again mercilessly.

 

Uncle's eyes sparkled! He finally had the means to control this stubborn young man!

 

Again and again the whip attacked Sergey's defenseless body. He cried and sobbed as he dangled in the middle of the shop. People who were walking by stopped and watched the scene through the window.

 

Before long, the whipping was over, but the boy thought those minutes of agony lasted hours! Sergey was exhausted from fighting the pain.  Sweat was dripping off his forehead and chest.  He slumped forward, dangling by the wrists and breathing deeply.   Dark red stripes crisscrossed his torso.

“Does it meet your approval, Sir?  Would you like to take one home?” asked the salesman with a courteous bow. “I realize it’s a lot of money.”

"Yes, yes!" shouted the uncle enthusiastically.

 

"I could also offer an excellent bullwhip, but I would have to order it first."

 

"Please do. I think I’ll need both to keep this young hooligan in line. Would it be possible to arrange another demonstration lesson? Of course, I'll pay you for your time and knowledge "

"No need, Sir. I’m happy to help.  And it would be an honor to participate in training this stallion. I understand how difficult it is to raise reluctant youngsters. Please bring the boy on Wednesday. If you practice every day, you’ll be an expert in no time. This young man deserves it.”

  

"For sure. Thank you!"

 

Sergey couldn’t believe his ears. His back and obliques were a mess. His skin was on fire. It burned so badly that he couldn't put his t-shirt back on and had to walk home shirtless, his red marks on display to all the passersby. 

 

Uncle was smiling all the way home. And Sergey couldn’t help noticing the bulge in the man’s pants.

"Now, remember young man. Every morning and every evening, twice a day until your debts are paid," said Uncle imagining the boy twisting beneath the lash. The man was so horny he didn't know how he could endure even waiting ‘til evening!!!

Forgotten Barn VI

 

Whip story

Read previous part first: <Forgotten Barn V>

Beginning of the story: <Forgotten Barn I>

"I promised myself to eradicate his arrogance. Luke is broad-shouldered and I was ready for him to know what real whipping means. The Lord took me up, handling me perfectly.” He told Lucas: 

‘I should have trained you sooner’ "

"The boy clenched his fists wating for the first hit. This back deserved a good lashing from a very long time"

“The Lord whipped me suddenly through the air. I felt I couldn't let him down. I flew at enormous speed and bit the young back between the shoulder blades. Luke clenched his fists and tensed his body but made no sound."

“Well, I’ll tell you. That never happens to me,” bragged the cane.  “When I bite flesh, boys scream!”

“Yeah, right,” mocked the whip. “Anyway, his stoicism was just a pretence. I knew I was punishing his back exactly as our master wanted it. I was certain that the moans would soon be coming. Nevertheless, I was impressed. It was his first flogging and the first time anyone had ever withstood my punishment quietly. His friends were watching his punishment smiling. They encouraged me to whip him even harder!”

“As I predicted, the situation soon changed. It was a beautiful scene. The enclosed courtyard intensified the sounds I made whistling through the air, connecting with naked skin, followed by Luke’s groans. I must admit that it was my best job in in a while, especially after yesterday’s disappointing performance. I felt my master’s anger each time I cut the flesh on the boy’s exposed back. After every lash, a new deep red welt appeared across his shoulders. The punished boy flexed and twisted with every hit. He suffered most when I wrapped around his sides. You all know I love to wrap around the body and bite the torso of defiant young men. The Lord employed every one of my skills. Soon, the boy was writhing and screaming after every lash. I don’t think I have ever made such nice decorations before.” 

“Abruptly, the Lord stopped, ending the discipline sooner than I had expected. We approached the whipping post. Luke’s back was covered with my beloved red welts.  He looked back angrily at our Master. Just after I tore his skin! I was really surprised that he was not more repentant. With a tight smile, the Lord announced, ‘This evening we will pick up where we left off,’ leaving Luke bound to the post. I was so excited that it wasn’t over yet!”

“While what he had received so far was already the worst reprimand that I had ever given, the evening whipping was going to be our master's masterpiece. When we arrived, Lucas’ attitude had changed. He was looking back terrified. He clenched his fists and flexed his body, but had no spirit left. Tired, his fresh wounds burning, he knew it was only going to be worse. And I knew we were in for something extraordinary.”

“Our Lord silently approached the terrified boy dangling from the post.  He pulled his head back by the hair and whispered in his ear, ‘Shall we continue?’ He stepped back and in one quick, fluid motion I made a perfect first hit. Lucas immediately screamed very loud, not with anger, not with fear, just a desperate animal noise. His tensed muscles, trembling body, and bending knees eloquently communicated his pain. He struggled desperately and I was afraid that Luke might break free from his shackles.” 

“The Lord continued to whip the helpless young farmworker giving him minimum time to recover between lashes. I’d ever heard such loud, beautiful screams and moans before. He begged for mercy, but we were adamant. He had trouble catching his breath. His screams turned into one long wail of agony. His sides were covered with long red lines. On his back it was difficult to distinguish individual strokes, I bit him so many times. Only the best and hardest ones stood out on his tortured back. Soon, he had no strength left to cry. When we finished, Lucas was completely exhausted and near passing out.”

After this cruel whipping in the months to follow, a chastened Luke thought twice before doing anything foolish. The Landlord had a lot of use for him, which included frequent trips back to the whipping post. He instructed Lucas always to work shirtless so that he could readily whip him whenever the need arose.” Eventually, the bull-headed young man settled into life on the farm and learned how to behave during harsh punishment.  After a few years, he left us to marry a girl from the next village.”

“Oh, that's why I never got the chance to punish him!” exclaimed Reins. They were a little disappointed by the fact that they didn’t get to steer Luke during his workhorse mission. “You have our respect, Whip. You can handle even the toughest farm boys.”

“Well done”, added the butter churn congratulating Whip. 

Only the cane showed no enthusiasm.

To be continued... one day...

Postponed revenge

Mike was responsible for keeping workers in line. The boss was very strict and never accepted any sign of disobedience or laziness. One guy was troublesome. Worker 4431 was tall, muscular, and strong, but he always found a way to avoid hard labour. Mike often had to pay the consequences of workers' 4431 laziness. Mike tried to clear his name, but his boss saw him as a black sheep and didn't believe his explanations.

Finally, the truth came out. The boss ordered to punish worker 4431. He gave his subourdinate a free hand. Prisoner 4431 was tied up to the whipping post located in the middle of the yard. Mike approached his victim and whispered to his ear, making sure the boss can't hear a word.

"I've waited so long for this. Finally in my hands. Now you will pay for your stubbornness."

Prisoner 4431 looked defiantly at his surroundings, but listened carefully to Mike's speech. Mike drawled his words slowly.

"What does this face look mean? Even tied up on my mercy playing tough? No worries. There will be no mercy at all. I'm going to change your attitude. This whip will bite your broad back and will leave your back in countless marks. Full force.

You could feel Mike's excitement. Prisoner 4431 began to worry.

"No need to rush, we have the whole day. I know you will try to take it like a man. Feel free to scream like the others eventually do when I whip them. I'm looking forward to hearing it".

Watch out what you wish for

Alex always wanted to whip a man. To achieve it, he became a prison guard. He didn't know that not everyone can use a whip and this privilege is reserved only for the most skilled and ruthless wardens. Fortunately, he asked his VIP father to influence the prison authorities. The governor had no choice and wasn't happy about it.

 What happens next?

A. The prisoner moans and groans from the beginning. Alex is delighted and joins the whipping team.

B. The governor finds out about Alex's fascination with flogging and proposes a special deal...

C. Alex accidentally hits the prisoner's private parts. The governor gets angry and stops the punishment. He orders the young guard to get lost.

D. The prisoner is determined to take the whipping stoically. Alex whips him desperately, but the prisoner succeeds in keeping silent. The governor is dissatisfied and tells Alex he will be flogged like a prisoner. He has plans for him.

What is your choice?

Slave's Fate VII

 Magazine for Masters, No. 243.

This will teach you II

Sergio, Maître en arts martiaux, a pris Tony comme nouvel apprenti champion du dojo. Mais Sergio n’est pas satisfait par l’insubordination de Tony qui a un comportement inapproprié avec certains sportifs du club. Un soir Sergio retient son apprenti dans les vestiaires encore imprégnés des odeurs de sueur des combattants pour lui donner une bonne leçon.

 

Forgotten Barn - part V

Britzka & Whip story

Read previous part first: <Forgotten Barn IV>

Beginning of the story: <Forgotten Barn I>

“Lucas returned to the manor house, squeezing me in hand,” the whip continued the story. “From time-to-time he stopped and looked at me with hostility. For a moment I was even afraid that he would throw me into the pond. Instead, he hung me next to the door and went to the courtyard. There stood the whipping post. He walked circles around the old stone column as if he were afraid to approach it too closely. It was rarely used because the Lord preferred to punish people promptly at the scene of the crime. But, because of the marriage, that was out of the question this time.”

“Lucas’ friends - the rednecks with whom he had raged in the carriage - had managed to catch Perlino. They teased Luke and predicted his miserable future: 

“‘Don't count on any mercy!’

“‘I think a trip next week to catch crayfish is probably not gonna happen!’

“‘Lucas’ back will be redder than a lobster’

“…and so on. But the one who fell off the horse was the most spiteful. He announced that he would be there to watch the whole punishment and encourage me to do my best work, by which I mean whipping this hunk as painfully as possible. Only the old house servant tried to cheer Lucas saying that after the wedding the Master would be tired and probably would forget all about the punishment, which didn’t sound the least bit credible. No one who knew our Owner would believe that he would ever forget a promised flogging!”

“Lucas was terrified. His friends’ taunts had gotten to him. He paced back and forth trying to focus on the noises coming from the forest. He kept glancing back at me hanging by the door. Finally, he took me down and rolled me out to see my real length. He already knew me enough from the trip to the wedding that he should be afraid.”

“Then our master appeared.” ‘I see you just can't wait for the punishment to begin’ He looked at the boy in his steely gaze. ‘Patience, young man, tomorrow we will meet…me, your back, and the whip. But first, I must rest. I want to conserve my strength for your well-deserved flogging. Meanwhile you will wait here in the basement.’  And with that, the Master deftly cuffed the young man’s wrists to the iron pipe.”

“Our Lord returned late the next morning. He untied Lucas’ wrists and ordered him to prepare for his punishment. The boy began to protest becoming aggressive and reluctant. Our Lord called to some farm workers. They took him by the arms and brought him to the post. Lucas was forced to strip to the waist." 

"I couldn't wait to caress his beautiful skin. His wrists were chained and cuffed above his head on both sides of the post. Nothing would interfere with our long conversation. This time, there was nothing to prevent me from showing all my skills and power. His muscular back was just begging to be whipped. I promised myself to eradicate his arrogance. Luke is broad-shouldered and I was ready for him to know what real whipping means. I am simply the best at showing a boy the true meaning of the word ‘punishment,’” boasted Whip.

“Hah!” sneered the cane. But the other implements told her to stop interrupting.

“The Lord took me up, handling me perfectly.” He told Lucas: 

‘I should have trained you sooner’” 

“The Lord whipped me suddenly through the air. I felt I couldn't let him down." ...

To be continued...

Games

 

Final countdown. Reich is furiously approaching his target. What a fantastic spine! Ladies and Gentlemen, forehand strike from a close distance. The whip  cracks across the entire width of the back. Oh my God! Double Axel! The whip hits the victim’s back and wraps twice around his chest, first in the centre between two previous welts, and then on his nipples. Amazing! The perfect hit is rewarded with a thunderous applause and the victim’s piercing yell. Despite the fact that the audience cheers loudly after the last blow, we can clearly hear pure screams of agony. Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs, the end! What a marvellous finale for this prisoner now hanging hopelessly in pain. That’s what I call well-delivered whipping. The 31-year-old bastard will remember this for his whole life. Many thanks to the organizers who chose the best and most challenging males to be whipped. We are now waiting for the results.

Some people thought young 34-year-old Willy Reich got to the finals by chance but now we can clearly see it’s not by accident. He can easily compete with older and more experienced torturers. This multi-talented warden from Wellington state prison does well with various whips. He had little trouble with the powerful cat-o-nine tails in the quarterfinal but luckily he defeated the prisoners’ arrogance to remain stoic. Cats aren’t used in Wellington since 90. Reich’s unique whipping style eludes classification, very methodical and planned on the one hand, furious and aggressive on the other. Even if he lost today, the second place would be a good start for a newbie in the tournament. His opponent defends the title… Ladies and Gentlemen, we have the results!

9.7

9.5

9.5

10.0

9.8

Yes! We have a new champion! William Reich becomes the winner of the whipping competition! Andrew Cross is 0.2 behind. Springfield state prison hoped to be a third-time winner in a row. Wellington will be celebrating the whole night! Don’t spare the whips, boys. Many thanks for the show. Now we are going back to the studio. 

Military Base III

 

Discipline & Obedience

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Royal Army

5th Regiment 

Flogestone Base

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27th may

Mayor

Thomas Kenneth

Flogestone

Dear Sir!

 

First, please accept my apologies I had to cancel our meeting due to urgent duties. I was sure we'd see each other at the Harvest Festival.

I’m writing to share my problem hoping you will be able to help find a solution. I noticed a group of citizens meet near the base wall just to listen to the screams of convicts being punished. In the beginning, only a few people were gathering but now whippings attract citizens from all over the countryside.

 

A group of men organized a gambling contest based on the number of lashes my soldiers can withstand without screaming! The winner is a person, who gives the nearest number. Somehow civilians were able to infiltrate our base. They have knowledge of which soldiers are punished: date, order, amount of given lashes. The host who took bets even describes details of the convict's physique. I was told privates were offered money in exchange for information on how reluctant and tough particular convicts are to make better guesses.

 

During the formal part before the whipping citizens make noise in excitation throwing out numbers. While the whipping punishment is administrated, there is complete silence behind the wall. Everyone waits in suspense for the first significant moan. When the soldier begins to scream loud, uproar begins again in seconds. When the crowd can’t agree if groans are loud enough to call it a scream, they begin to argue.

 

My soldiers have to watch punishment in silence with respect, while people outside the base amuse themselves at the misfortune of my privates. As I explained in a previous letter, I can’t stop whipping my soldiers to prevent insubordination. I hope you can issue an order to halt reprehensible practices or to ban public assemblies near military base. I still hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely

Andrew Taft

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Previous correspondence:

<Andrew Taft to Thomas Kenneth>

<Thomas Kenneth to Andrew Taft>

Forgotten Barn - part IV

Britzka & Whip story

<Previous part - Reins story>

(...) “The boy should be glad that he wasn't dealing with me!” said the whip. “If I had given him as many lashes as you, Reins, he wouldn’t have been able to crawl home.”

“We all have our talents,” the reins stated quietly.

Unimpressed, Bullwhip continued. “I was busy elsewhere.  It’s always been up to me to punish the most fractious farmworkers.”

The cane broke back in. “Both of you are good at punishing the boys.  But for you it was an extra job. For me, it has always been my only task. The Lord took me everywhere. We were inseparable. I accompanied him all over the world. Think about your entire careers. How many strokes have you given; How many have I?  Pfff.  There’s no comparison.”

“Quality over quantity,” answered the bullwhip condescendingly. “Who took care of Lucas’ back? Any guesses why he was always walking around shirtless?”

“Ah, Luke,” said Cane dreamily. “I have always wanted to thrash him!”.

“And we got in touch… literally,” boasted Whip. “I believe the wedding of Miss Martha is burned into him for the rest of his life,” 

“For sure,” laughed the britzka.

“Tell us, tell us!” came a chorus of voices. Most knew what had happened at the wedding, but after years of being together in the lonely barn, they never tired of each other’s stories.

Britzka loved to be the center of attention. “I was once very beautiful. But that was a long time ago. When I was young and shapely, I moved with grace and vitality. I swayed so quietly and evenly that passengers felt like they were floating on water rather than traveling a stony road. For the wedding day, I was specially prepared, cleaned, and festooned with flowers.”

Whip grunted dismissively.

Britzka ignored him and continued. “Oh yes. I was pulled by Perlino, a handsome young horse. He was inexperienced, but the Landlord needed a light-colored horse for the wedding. We arrived at the bride’s house. My passenger went in to visit the lady and left me in Lucas’ care. This young man had served our master for a short time before working for the bride’s family. He was stubborn, arrogant, and rather lazy.”

“He hadn’t meet me yet,” bragged the whip.

“Shhh” interjected Reins. “Let Britzka tell her story.”

“First,” continued the carriage indignantly, “the young man decided to take me for a joyride with his comrades instead of waiting for my passenger to return. Lucas used a whip to hurry the young horse. Perlino was shocked by the unkind treatment. He reared and whinnied. The rogues argued and finally unhooked the horse from me. One of Lucas’ companions tried to calm the poor animal and mount him, but then Lucas purposely gave the horse a shot with the whip. Scared, Perlino threw the unlucky rider and bolted.”

“Just then Martha appeared with the wedding guests. The farmhands rushed to control the situation, all except Lucas of course. Our Master must have seen the whole thing because he had already appeared red in the face and looking like he was close to exploding. I guess he was holding back for the sake of the bride.”

“Lucas stood brazenly and didn't even bow his head. All the other carriages in the wedding procession were ready except me. Everyone was waiting. Several offered our Landlord a lift. He thanked them and said he would manage to get to the church on his own.” 

“The Landlord glowered at Lucas as the caravan of carriages moved away leaving the two men facing each other”.

“With an impudent tone of voice, Lucas said he could catch Perlino quickly.”

“‘Catch?’ huffed the Landlord, ‘Stupid boy! He is probably halfway home by now. But fortunately, we have another foal right here. Take off your shirt!’ He ordered.”

“Surprised, but realizing the trouble he was in, Lucas slowly stripped to the waist. Deftly, the Landlord harnessed Lucas to replace Perlino and transformed the young man into a workhorse. He took the bullwhip off his belt and held it in his hand.”

“That’s me! That’s me!!”  Interrupted the whip.

“Shhh!!!” Came several voices from around the barn.

“I am light and small,” continued Britzka, “and the young man was very well built and strong. But despite his impressive body, Lucas was not born a draft horse. He shook me with his effort to pull me, starting and stopping. It was not a good ride. Fortunately, a large part of the route was downhill. Our Lord sat on my bench and murmured, ‘If we are late, I'll skin you alive!’ My wheels rolled and rolled until we reached the hill…”

Bullwhip could not control himself.  Fearing britzka would focus on irrelevant details he took over. “The wheels of the britzka were rolling, rolling, and I’m waiting in master’s hand for the bastard to slow down. We're going up the hill and I have to admit that I was impressed with Lucas's strength. He flexed his muscles under the strain, which only emphasized his fine broad shoulders and naturally sculpted abs. As he began the ascent, I could feel the hand of the master tighten on my hilt. ‘Gee up!’ I hear. I knew immediately what to do. Whizzzz and I landed on the boy's back. He groaned in surprise, and we accelerated.”

“The Lord lashed him a few times on his back,” continued Bullwhip, “but unfortunately, although he had no shirt, the ropes tied between Britzka and the horse collar got in the way, so I failed to deliver my most effective lashes. I couldn’t fully show what I can do.  Nevertheless, we arrived at the church on time.”

“A bad workman always blames his tools,” jeered Cane.

The whip ignored her and continued his story. “Lucas pulled up outside the church.  His fear somewhat dissipated, he removed the horse collar and let it fall to the ground. He leaned against the wall and tried to charm him with his cynical roguish smile. He kept his back to the wall not wanting to show the few, admittedly mediocre marks I had drawn.”

“I was shocked when our Lord coiled me up and handed me over to the boy saying, ‘Go back to the manor. If the horse has not returned, find him. You will wait for my return. This whip is your new best friend. He and your back will meet again soon.’”

“Lucas’ face paled. He solemnly nodded his understanding of what awaited him.”

“Suddenly the bride appeared.  Approaching us, I was truly afraid that she was coming to the rescue the boy and ask her uncle for mercy because of her wedding. Instead, she merely smiled. Looking at Lucas's bare chest but addressing the Landlord she said, ‘The whipping post is waiting for you, Uncle.’”

“I've always said that Miss Martha is a prudent, smart creature,” laughed the britzka.

<Next part - Bullwhip story>

Many thanks to Strictop for improving the text.

I know how you feel

The Duke ordered him to punish other slave. He gave strict orders "no mercy". It was uncomfortable to whip one of their companions in misery. However nobody wants to risk disobeying their master.

 

Evening in prison

 

Military Base II

 

Discipline & Obedience

26th April

Thomas Kenneth

Flogestone Mayor

I'm writing this letter in response to <your letter> received on 16 April. Please accept my apologies for my stubborn soldiers and the inconvenience they bring to your magnificent town. I fully understand your approach. However, we can not remove flogging punishment from our code. Discipline is crucial in the army and sometimes it needs to be enforced the hard way. Every insubordination must be severely punished. Flogging may be considered cruel, but my privates are strong men, and they can endure a lot. Screams and moans are only proof the whipping is delivered properly. Some soldiers must taste the hell of the whip on their muscular backs. It's necessary not only for them, for the army, but also to benefit the town. Nearly half of the cases court martial investigates deal with soldiers' behavior during the pass. I kindly remind you, the town council sent us a request to increase the severity of punishments due to the soldiers' outrageous behavior in their free time. The increased number of whippings we had lately, greater number of lashes, and higher severity is a response to the town petition. For example, last week 6 privates were flogged for getting drunk and having a fight in the pub. The whip on their muscular backs makes them remember to behave the next time they are outside the base. I won't accept any violence against civilians. I believe citizens prefer to listen to the soldiers' screams for a while rather than being frightened by undisciplined privates. To be honest, If I haven't heard screams of agony during punishment, I'd flog them myself again to make sure their suffering meets the needs to keep them in line. The number of lashes may be adjusted. The intensity is not. Full-force whipping is the only one I can accept.

I'm afraid we can not move the flogging to the other place. The whipping post is placed into the center of the base on purpose. Soldiers should witness corporal punishment to have its preventive effect. However, I ordered to abandon floggings during weekends and holidays to reduce inconvenience for the citizens. I also consider flogging men for minor offenses in the training camps located away from the buildings.

I hope we can meet next week and discuss the problem like a man to a man.

Sincerely

Colonel

Andrew Taft

Military Base

 Flogestone Mayor, City square 1 452042, Flogestone

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16th April, Flogestone

Andrew Taft

Colonel in the 5th regiment

I'm writing to you to formally complain about the noise coming from the military base. Town citizens living close to the barracks have reported to me that at least twice a week, sometimes more often, they can hear terrifying sounds of soldiers being punished. They can put up with the sound made by the drums and whips; however, the loud screams upset the residents. Each sharp whistle of the whip is followed by a loud crack and deep groans. The continuous, permanent and scary yelling full of agony is really horrifying. One of the citizens compared it to the "howls of wild animals burned alive".

When the wind blows from the north, carrying the noise of corporal punishment, the whip biting into the punished soldiers' flesh and making them moan can even be heard in the town hall. I do have to emphasize that, sometimes, this spectacle goes on for hours, allowing our ears to rest only when the convict is too exhausted to shout out in pain any more. Some people, who have tried to count the number of screams, feel that the punishment is too brutal. When a lady screams, it is something rather normal. But listening to strong male voices screaming desperately and in tears is something people are not used to.

The barracks are closed to the civilians and therefore a lot of gossip and rumors about what is happening there are spreading throughout the village. I suspect the boy who fell down from the roof last week had climbed up there secretly to watch the whipping procedure from the walls.

We were full of hope and pride when our town was chosen to establish the army base. I am fully aware that I have no right to interfere with the army rules. However, as the mayor and in order to protect the interests of the citizens, I consider that it is my duty to kindly ask for a reduction of the level of your soldiers' screams, for the benefit of the village I represent. Perhaps, there is a way to stop punishing soldiers so frequently or you may replace whipping with imprisonment. Should the above proposals be inappropriate, would you consider moving outdoor whipping into some secluded place or basement? I trust we can find a solution for the problem.

Sincerely

Thomas Kenneth

Defiance

Peter learned sometimes it's not wise to be stubborn.