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".

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Jenkins was captured within enemy theritory. The rebels didn't look like a poor herd of inexperienced partisants. They were equipped with advanced guns, definitely well trained, muscular and for sure risk life for their country.

A group of enemy soldiers surrounded him. There was no chance to escape. The enemy appeared in great numbers. Jenkins could try to beat one or two enemies, but four strong, well-equipped men were beyond the skills of any soldier. Nec Herculec contra plures. Jenkins hoped the enemy feel overconfident giving him a chance to escape. Not this time. All of the rebels didn’t underestimate him. They held him at gunpoint all the time and handcuffed his wrists. The lieutenant was reluctant but couldn't do anything. He only tensed his body and roared.

"Shut up. You’ll have a chance to prove how tough you are."

After they overpowered him and forced him to kneel rebel soldiers had a while to get excited. You don't capture an enemy top warrior every day. Moreover, he belongs to a hated foreign entity of a hated country that interferes in the internal affairs of the republic.

"What a nice surprise. It is a perfect gift at the end of the patrol. Where are the others?"

"Fuck off!", shouted Jenkins.

"Tough one. No worries, we have the means to make you talk. Take him, boys."

Private Jenkins crossed his fingers.  Although he knew he was in a dire situation, he didn’t lose hope. "I’m in a deep shit! But maybe I’ll be rescued… No, I’ll rescue myself and complete the mission! You will make a mistake and I'll strike back. Yes, take me to your boss" he thought. The leader of the group was unsure what to do.

"I must get in touch with the command. Keep an eye on him, boys. Gaskin may have plans for him."

Others had different ideas, less distant and more clear. One of the soldiers especially wanted to confront Jenkins immediately. "He was particularly aggressive and took pleasure in capturing the enemy. He openly displayed hatred and a desire for revenge against the soldier."

"Victory is ours. Soon your troops will be defeated. Let’s show this bastard how we treat men who dare to fight us. We don't need to wait. Pick him up and tie him up to this tree. I want to beat the shit out of him. 

One of the rebels tore apart Jenkins’ tank top and took his dog tag. "You don’t need it anymore."

Jenkins couldn’t believe it. One of the best commandos caputred so eaisly. And now they are going to torturę him.

They started punching his chest. Hard. Jenkins played to be cool. 

"Uhh, is that all you can do?" 

"Shut up and suffer!" replied the enemy leader, and hit him again.

All enemies were strong and trained. Their punches were given hard, but Jenkins was tough as well. 

"What do you do here? Where are the others?", they questioned the victim.

The beating didn't stop.

"I’m… Ugh… enjoing… Grrr… the… Uhhh… nature… Can he stop… Uhhh… hittig me… Aghhh… while I’m speaking?"

The most aggressive and the most talented in punching guy laughed.

"Ha ha ha. We don’t need your confession. It's a waste of time. Just suffer before we finish you!"

The forest absorbed the sounds of blows and the groans of the victim. Countless hits became hard to take. Four men punched the soldier in rounds using all their force. Jenkins groaned and moaned hoping to take it manly.  He mocked them, he laughed, and he suffered. More and more.

One of the guys decided to shoot Roy claiming he would reveal nothing. Jenkins was ready to face his destiny. He was glad that he didn't give up and confronted his oppressors.

Suddenly shortwave woke up. Mjr Gaskin expected the captured soldier to be delivered in front of him immediately.

They loaded him onto a military truck like a bag. Restrained into shackles he was traveling to meet the head of the rebel, cruel and ruthless Mjr Gaskin.

His bruises hurt him. What was he thinking about? Was he looking for a way to escape? Or had he given up? Maybe he was dreaming about a passionate night with one he used to have sex with? He was being transported to the man they were supposed to eliminate, and now that man had him in his grasp.

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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." ...

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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>

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- Finally, you ended up in my hands.

- You are brave when I'm tied up! Relase me at once and let's see how brave you are.

- Imprudent as always. It makes your torment more enjoyable. You can talk, to the whip. Give him 100 lashes.

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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.

 

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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