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.”
“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...
.JPG "Screaming of whipped prisoner")
