Slave's Fate IX

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Slave's Fate V

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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." ...

To be continued...

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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>

Many thanks to Strictop for improving the text.

Forgotten Barn - part II

Plow story

<Part I: Cane story>

(...) Cane nodded her acknowledgement and said, “Since then I have often met Johnny’s buttocks. Master promised him that he would cane him every summer week. And he did! It was my honour to teach this boy what real pain means! I caned him every Saturday night...and I loved it!”

Whip glowered jealously from his place on the wall.

“So what!” said the whip scornfully. “I haven’t been exactly idle myself. When I arrived on this farm, I wondered what I was going to do here. The master's inventory was rather poor, which is no surprise out here in the middle of nowhere! Nevertheless, the Lord found the perfect job to suit my talents. Cane, you only dealt with the farmhands’ butts, but I dealt with the entire male person, especially the backs. I often wrapped myself around the muscular bodies. I used to paint such beautiful red patterns on their naked flesh. It's not easy to punishment accurately when you are as long as I am. But in the right hands my length makes each stroke feel three times more painful. Never underestimate the power of The Whip!”

“That is so true,” said Plow thoughtfully. “Our master was just but cruel. I often saw him carrying Whip at his side. I remember young Matt, who failed to show up for ploughing time that day. Our Owner was furious that he had left a part of the field unploughed. The next morning, I was waiting, ready for work, and what did I see? Matt led by the neck by our Lord! As they approached, the Lord told him angrily, ‘It's your field to plough. It must always be done before dusk. I assure you that you are going to remember what happens when you don't finish your work. Clearly you are going to need extra supervision.’ He told Matt to strip. That's when Whip showed me what he could do”.

“I remember it well,” said Whip. “The young man was chained shirtless to you.” Whip was getting excited. “The Lord watched carefully as the beautiful young man labored all day. To make him work faster, the Master used me to adorn his back with lashes! Every time Plow passed within my range, I landed with a terrible crack on Matt’s back. The boy was helpless to avoid the lashes.”

“Hah," laughed Plow. “He was so frightened every time he had to pass the Master's seat. As much as possible, Matt tried to stay out of Whip’s range, but it was no use. Every time he passed, the lash landed across his body with deadly accuracy. He pulled me with all his strength trying to move as fast as possible, but it only made him sweatier and more exhausted. With each blow, he arched his back in pain. Stopping only resulted in more lashes. The air carried his screams across the entire valley. At the end of the day, Matt looked terrible: grimy, glistening with sweat, totally exhausted, and of course covered with bloody welts. I felt so lucky. I had never been so close to a man’s corporal punishment before, and I was proud that I got to play a part in teaching this boy the value of hard work.” With that, Plow ended his story.

“So that’s it?” chided Haystack. “Not such a big deal if you can only recall one story.  Our master passionately loved harsh discipline, hard labour, public nudity, and especially corporal punishment. Women did not interest him at all. He punished his farmworkers in many exotic ways. He loved to feast his eyes on their strong broad backs and naked asses. And when that ass or back was nicely reddened, he was in heaven!”

<Reins tell their story in part III>

Thanks to Strictop for improving the text.