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".

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.

The bill

 

- 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.

Don't mess with the boss

 

Trick or treat

Two young men Alex and Peter were using halloween costumes to assault people and collect money and other goods. They were taking small amount of money.

When Alex awoke, he couldn't move his hands and legs. He was tied up to the wooden bars! Soon the Landlord appeared. Alex sensed they are in trouble... What does he want from them?

This will teach you

 

Town square - part I

The text overlaps the boxes and dialogues placed in the pictures - no need to read both.

The historic old village suffered the problems so many other small towns were facing: local industries going bankrupt and young people fleeing to big cities. One day rich businessman arrived and began pouring money back into the local economy. He practically brought the entire town, public services, and all. Some people saw him as a savior and began to call him „the Owner.” As his influence grew, the townspeople gradually became dependent on him and began to submit to his every whim. As the economy revived, new people arrived to take the good-paying jobs. The Owner had become something of a tyrant and the new workers at first didn’t realize the extent of his power. One such newcomer was Shane, a fanatical believer in the Free Market. He thought, he ended up in a capitalist paradise but soon he noticed drawbacks.

Shane complained about his job. He didn't know why his colleagues work so hard. Jake, the site boss, knew this guy was trouble and was almost certainly going to pay a big price! Almost immediately, Shane started to incite the other workers. At first, they didn’t listen, but as their discontent grew, productivity declined.  Jake knew the Owner was coming back to town.  Frantically, he did his best, but the Owner arrived before Jake could get the guys working again. When the Owner summoned him, he knew there was going to be trouble.

"Tell me, my friend, how is the construction going? How are the new employees doing?", asked the Owner.

"Very good, we are making progress."

"Really? So, they are working hard and being obedient? Tell me the truth. Have you punished any of them, my friend?"

"No, everything is fine", lied Jake.

"Then why are you shaking, my friend? I’ve been in business a long time and I can tell when someone is lying….Hmm…We will decide on your punishment for being deceptive later.  But now I want the truth!"

"Please, forgive me, Sir. I’m really really sorry. There is a new guy…"

Jake came clean about the newbie, but surprisingly the Owner didn’t get angry. In fact, he looked pleased… and intrigued. He phoned the Municipal Police (who were in his pocket) and the construction site. He ordered to bring Shane in front of him:

"… Yes, I want him immediately… What does it mean ’he may resit?’ I don’t care. Bring him here NOW! Yes… Whatever it takes!"

The news spread quickly on the construction site. Colleagues have been fairly distanced and full of doubt, but Shane seemed to be thrilled to bits. Finally, he has a chance to confront the Owner. Friends were clear. They had no intention to help.

Shane burst into the Owner’s office with the only two co-workers who had guts enough to come with him.  He halted in surprise. Jake was kneeling naked and trembling in front of what he could only assume was the Owner. The man in the armchair spoke:

"Good afternoon! You must be one of my new employees. Please. Join us. We are having a little discussion about responsibility.  But, before we begin I thought I’d show you how a good employee behaves. We had trouble with Jake too, at first. But as you can see, he has found his proper place."

Shane started out confidently, but when he glanced back, he was shocked to see the two strong, masculine men cowering behind him, suddenly every bit as submissive as Jake. Undeterred, Shane began to speak:

"We are here to protest. We are all doing the work of two men and we are forced to work half-naked in the sun like slaves without proper tools.  We want a union!"

"A union? You will work naked if I order it!"

"Who do you think, you are? I’m not affraid of you!"

"You should be, my friend. You should be."

"Why? Because you are rich!? We are not your slaves."

"Well, technically you are. And what we do here is to punish stubborn slaves to teach them how to behave."

"Fuck you!"

That was enough. The Owner wasn't used to talk to him like Shane did. Two City Guards stepped menacingly out of the shadows.

"Take him to the square!" 

Everyone except Shane knew what this meant.

The town square was almost empty. Shane had been here once or twice before but had never paid it any attention. This time he saw them: cross, stocks, iron restraints, and whipping post.

Even looking at the whipping post ahead of him, the young worker couldn’t believe that he is in danger of anything other than being fired. Jake tried to warn him, but his stubborn friend didn't listen.

"I ain't scared!"

"Tough talk, but guys who stand up to the Owner get punished hard and it looks like you’re next."

Finally, after city guards tied him up, he believed they are going to beat him for real. However, it didn’t change his attitude. He stared at his colleagues with scornful contempt. The Owner was delaying the whipping, enjoying the view of his victim, appreciating the strong, masculine form before him. Shane was too cocky to show any respect to the whip.

"You can buy whole village, but I won't kneel behind your fucking desires!", he shouted.

"Fine. My friends... Let the show begin", ordered the Owner.

The city guard took the bullwhip. There was complete silence in the town square...

<Story continuation>

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.

Best day ever

 

Elijiah is one of Duke Farm’s best slaves. Thanks to being a hard worker, he has avoided corporal punishment until today. Maybe, if he had known what the whip felt like on his own back, he would have behaved differently when he saw the welts on his fellow slaves.

The Governor's trick

 "For assaulting prisoner 9455 I'm sentencing you to the flogging," said the prison governor with a stern expression on his face. "Do you have anything to say, prisoner?"
"I don't care what are you going to do to me. It was worth to kick his ass", Johnny answered defiantly. 
The warden was quiet for a while, then licked his lips and smiled.
"Prisoner 9455, you will carry out the sentence".
"Thank you, sir."
Johnny's face was white like a sheet of paper. He was so shocked it took him a while to understand the governor's words.
"No!!!!!", he shouted in despair. Being at the mercy of Tanner was the last thing he could accept. "It is against the prison rules!"
"You should be thinking about the prison rules earlier, before attacking him in the cantine", the governor replied.
Johhny made a last-ditch effort to avoid giving Tanner the possibility to beat him.
"He is not skilled in whipping. Only trained staff can beat my back efficiently".
"I appreciate your concern for the effectiveness of the punishment, prisoner 7206. Take him away".

***

Johnny looked boldly, almost insolently, at the whip in the hand of the hated fellow prisoner. The whipping stopped after a few lashes. It was a nightmare but his effort to keep silent was rewarded with success. However, it cost him a lot.

Johnny played tough guy. Prisoner 7206 smiled. He was told the number of lashes depends only on his will. He waved the whip again.

Prisoner's 9455 upper body tightened, his young muscles rippling. He clenched his teeth waiting for the next lash.

"Whack!!!!!" The whip took another trip across the young muscular back, again visited the shoulder blades and tender sides. Johnny arched his body in pain and groaned. His confidence diminished.

"Whack!!!!" Tanner slashed whip down once more, and a scream tore itself from Johnny’s throat.

"Yeoww!"

"Whack!!!" Prisoner’s 9455 head snapped back and he emitted an almost inhuman scream.

"Aaaaaaaaa...."

Tanner cried with delight "Yes, yes, yes!".

"Whack!!!'

The prisoner screamed again. The sounds in the courtyard continued for a long time...