Once Upon a Time in the West

 

Happy New Year

It's been a while since I posted something here. I have more ideas than chances to draw and write. In this special day, I'm giving my voice to the... 

Prison Governor:

"As my gift for the coming year, I am presenting you a special routine for 2024. As of 1st January, besides common hard labour and ordinary punishments for laziness, offenses, and minor mistakes, I have established preventive treatments. Everyone will be whipped hard at least once in two months to keep you in line. Happy New Year! Let’s celebrate! On this special day, prisoner 4521 will be flogged. He is muscular and strong. His broad back is perfect for taking a countless number of lashes. You may carry out the sentence. Whip him with no mercy long and hard.

"With pleasure, Sir", replied the warden.

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>

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

Town square - part II

City guards tied Shane up to the whipping post. The Owner ordered "Let the show begin". The city guard unwrapped a long bullwhip. He won against his friend a chance to whip muscular back.

<See Part I>

Shane was not prepared for what came next. The whip cracked against his skin like a lightning bolt. The pain was much worse than anything he ever could have imagined.

Shane tried to hide his reaction. He heard the whoosh of the whip as it whistled through the air and he tried to brace for the impact. He suppressed the scream that was building in his chest, but everyone could see he was suffering.

All bravery vanished as the bullwhip bit into his naked flesh a second time. He groaned in pain. The next cut wrapped around and landed on his tender lats. His body convulsed.

One after another, dark red stripes criss-crossed his back and sides.

The whip again lashed into Shane’s back with a meaty THWACK and for a brief moment the only other sound was the air being expelled from man’s lungs. Then he screamed. It was a frightening scream, loud and piercing, and it conveyed the awful depths of his agony. Another long red line appeared across his shoulders. The Owner encouraged the city guards to whip Shane even harder.

Shane couldn't endure more lashes. The pain was so great he could only scream. He shouted to stop the flogging. Surprisingly, the Owner raised his hand. The whipping stopped. Shane was breathing deeply and greedily, consuming pain from the last hits.

Shane asked to end his punishment. The Owner was furious:

"How dare you speak without my permission! I will decide when your punishment is over! Guards! 50 more lashes! Full force!"

50 lashes was a lie. City guards beat him without mercy, and kept beating him, until the Owner decided to stop. He enjoyed having this muscular hunk in misery.

The whipping continued. Shane suffered a lot. Nothing left of his pride. He screamed like mad embracing the pole. City guards beat him without mercy, and kept beating him, until the Owner decided that Shane’s body could take no more.

Jake couldn't sympathize with Shane, blaming him for his incoming punishment. He was frightened seeing Shane's back covered with dark red marks hoping his punishment won't be so harsh.

When the whipping finished, Shane was barely conscious, completely exhausted, and hanging on his hands. They left him tied up to the post until dusk.

You should never lose

Game over. The team had lost. They will no longer play in the top league. 

It was all Cole’s fault. His teammates were heart broken. His fans were disgusted and angry. Half of them had already left the stadium. The coach was heading towards him, eyes blazing. Young players have to expect hard consequences when they let the team down.

A couple of the guys moved a portable goal post into the middle of the pitch. They stripped off his clothes and tied Cole to it. The naked footballer’s body glistened with sweat after a hard 1.5-hour match. 

Now he will perform again. 

Cole burned with humiliation. The yellow card was his fault. He was responsible for losing the game. Now his private parts were on display for the audience. Soon he is going to be mercilessly whipped by both the coach and his teammates. The penalty was 110 lashes! 

The guys wanted to take out their anger and teach him a lesson. The audience screamed for blood. Cole had hoped to look like he didn’t care and the punishment would be no big deal, but when his clothes were stripped off, all courage vanished. His body began to shake.

And then the whipping began.

At first, Cole managed to stifle his groans. But the pain he was suffering became evident by his naked trembling flesh. He tried to take it, but his body jerked under each intense bite of the whip. 

Finally, he lost control. The spectators cheered each time Cole yelled.  As the whipping continued, his teammates learned how to inflict the most serious pain. Soon, Cole was screaming every time the whip flayed his back. He started to beg, “Have mercy, have mercy!”  But this only caused the intensity of the whipping to increase. He was kicking his legs so much they eventually had to tie them down.  He began howling incoherently, frantic with the pain. At last, Cole fell limp as he fainted with exhaustion. 

The flogging was over.

David gets the lash

Young slave David had the privilege of being the Duke’s personal slave. He had direct access to the most important person on the farm and he liked the power it gave him. Sometimes his friends asked him to intercede on behalf of those who otherwise had no hope of escaping the Duke’s punishment. David always refused. He liked the feeling of being better than other slaves. It became his undoing. 

One day, while showing off and breaking the rules, he went too far.  He had crossed the line and got caught. The young man knew his boss would be angry and that he would have to face the punishment, but he never imagined how severe it will be. 

The Duke was furious. He decided to punish this insubordinate servant and ordered a severe bullwhipping. 

David began to understand the miserable fate in store for him.

Silent town

Soon, some extraordinary sounds will spread through this calm and silent town, drawing citizens out of their houses and towards the main square. The show will go on for a long time, so they don't have to hurry. Afterwards, the prisoner will be left tied to the post for hours as an example of what can happen if you don't obey the law. 

Public punishments have become so frequent that the city council decided to fund a brand-new stone whipping post. Some councilors suggested constructing more than one. 

Is this prisoner proud to be the last "user" of the old wooden whipping post that had held thousands of males while their backs were decorated with amazing designs? Certainly not! As he approaches, he is thinking about the words of the guard who promised him a severe, no-mercy whipping...

THE FARM - Chapter II - Part 1

 

Back to the future.

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Beginning of the story

Tamás fate (chapter I)

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