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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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 "
"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.
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