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A Devil Stick
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers.
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Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul though twenty-years of age was still a regular victim of father s sadistic thrashings and would remain susceptible until he d attained adult status.
Three more years would pass before I d be safe from his sadistic whippings that would be suffered until his preordained number of distinct strap impressions were burned into the sinner s bare buttocks and accompanied by screams for mercy and absolution.
Father s instrument of terror – the Mule Paul had christened it because of its violent kick – was a strip of leather he d cut from an old horse harness. Twenty-six inches long four inches wide and three eighths of an inch thick it would ve been the envy of a prison warden. He hung it on the barn wall handy to his hay-bale whipping platform as a reminder of the horrible suffering we would endure for our presumed transgressions.
I was doing my chores in the barn when my friend Jerry Cartwright dropped by. Hi Bengie he greeted grinning guiltily.
Yo Jerry whazzup? I asked studying him suspiciously. He unrolled the waist of his t-shirt to proudly show me two bent-out–of-shape cigarettes and a sulfur match. Bengie where the hell did you get those devil sticks? I asked shocked.
I stole them from the general store he said grinning devilishly.
Oh my God Jerry I said arching my eyebrows You ll burn in hell for stealing I warned him.
Ah I m not worried about that Bengie he said holding one near his nose and sniffing the tobacco Mmmm it smells good…did y ever try smoking? He asked.
No It s the first time I even saw one this close did you?
Nope it s gonna be a memorable day fer us both he said smiling widely as he awkwardly scratched the match on the wall.
Y only got one match huh? I asked concerned. He wasn t striking it with any sign of confidence.
Yeah I have to be careful I don t screw it up.
Ya should just light one in case we don t like it huh? I suggested.
We sighed with relief when the match burst into a flame. Hope the cigarette smell better than the match. Ya wanna go first? He asked offering it to me.
Naw I think I ll wait. You go first I said being cautious. The cigarette glowed brightly when he took a long suck on it and I thought he was going to choke to death.
Hey he said trying to suppress another fit of coughing it s not bad Bengie. He passed it to me but I didn t suck it with as much passion still the feeling that I was going to vomit was immediate.
Yuk Jerry it s freakin awful I managed to say despite my coughing.
Yeah Bengie but you have to keep doin it He explained taking another puff. Here try it again he insisted.
My father had always traveled to the barn on an old tractor that could be heard from miles away. But unfortunately on this occasion he d come on horseback and caught me enclosed in a shroud of smelly smoke taking the cigarette from between my lips and I felt the mule kicking my butt.
Do you wish to finish smoking your devil stick first boy? He asked tauntingly. Jerry knowing of my father s passionate love for his strap and perhaps hoping the smokescreen had hid him he slowly edged towards the door.
Jeremiah! The reverend called loudly I d prefer that you stay if you don t mind. Jerry knew very well that it had been an incontrovertible command.
No words were spoken nor were any expected when my father silently expressed his wish by removing his long black coat and rolling up his shirtsleeve. Embarrassed because Jerry had been ordered to stay I hesitated.
Well boy? My father said gruffly.
Glancing apologetically at Jerry I removed my jeans underwear and t-shirt. I tried to hide my long uncut cock that swung annoyingly when I fetched the mule and handed it to my father. Then my nakedness crying out I laid on his hay-bale whipping platform. The roll! he shouted his patience already worn thin.
I m sorry Father I m nervous I said apologetically as I got off of the platform to make a roll out of a down-filled sleeping bag. I placed it across the platform and laid my abdomen over it to elevate my bottom. He slipped his hand through the looped handle and placed the business end of the strap on my butt measuring to assure himself that his distance and stance were correct.
If you don t mind Reverend Schmacker I really must go now or I ll be late for dinner Jerry lied his voice cracking.
Stay right where you are Jeremiah I want you to observe the suffering He is owed to compensate for the hurt Benjamin has caused Him. Reverend Schmacker explained. Jerry shifting from foot to foot raised his eyes to the roof probably pleading with Scottie to beam him up I thought. Of course Jeremiah you realize that I ll have to give your father a complete report of your sinful activity my father told him firmly.
You really shouldn t bother yourself Reverend Schmacker he already knows I smoke cigarettes Sir. Jerry lied.
Somehow Jeremiah I find that difficult to believe. In any case duty obliges me to inform him the Reverend said firmly closing the door on further discussion.
Gazing heavenward Reverend Schmacker hummed a short prayer before raising the heavy strap high above his head. Then after solemnly ordering the unworthy sinner to repent the mule swished through the air to kick loudly against my bare right buttock. Gasping for air as my ass burned my body jumped and my fingers dug into the hard tightly packed hay bale in search of something to hold onto. Hearing Jerry s loud gasp the reverend turned to look at him and pleased to see Jerry was trembling he smiled widely.
The reverend s eyes again scanned the heavens as he mumbled his pre-strike prayer. Gripping the bale tightly I tried to brace myself for the excruciating pain of the second assault on my glowing buttock. Repent miserable sinner the reverend chanted as he brought his agonizingly punitive instrument down on my behind with even greater force than before.
I thought my guts had blown through the top of my head. Jerry gasped even louder when my body violently quaked. I screamed out and begged for mercy because that was what my father expected.
My body continued to quake wildly in anticipation of the third burning bite from his thick strip of leather. How many strikes I wondered had he calculated would be required for proper cleansing of my sin of smoking the devil stick?
After six more skillfully placed strokes he put the strap back on the wall indicating that atonement had been made and I was once again worthy of His kingdom. My throbbing backside was burning fiercely when I climbed from the platform. The reverend gave thanks to Him for the privilege of serving Him and was rolling his sleeve down when Jerry whispering broke the silence.
I m desperately worried Reverend Schmacker he declared brushing away tears It frightens me terribly Sir that I m a despicable sinner and no longer worthy of acceptance into His kingdom.
Jeremiah I m certain your father will take steps to cleanse you Reverend Schmacker assured him as he slipped his arm into the sleeve of his long black coat.
But Sir my father could never punish me as severely as you ve punished Bengie Jerry said pleadingly He never strikes me Reverend and I fear that my punishment at his hand will be insufficiently severe for complete cleansing.
I m terribly sorry Jeremiah but I couldn t possibly presume to advise your father as to the severity of your penance. No not at all he said sincerely regretful.
Yes Sir I understand Jerry said sobbing. But Sir couldn t you lay your strap on me? You are His representative Sir so if you were to give me a really severe strapping Sir it would be as though He had administered the punishment Himself wouldn t it? He asked lowering his head.
Hmmm sounded the reverend thoughtfully stroking his Van Dyke beard Yes yes of course I suppose it would Jeremiah It would be quite right for me to punish you he said smiling gleefully as he rolled up his sleeve again.
Jerry for some reason I couldn t understand breathed a long sigh of relief and brightened up considerably. Remove your garments sinner said the reverend taking a few warm-up swings. Jerry beamed on hearing the strap swishing through the air.
Although he and I had long been friends I had never seen him naked and was quite surprised. At six-foot two and about one hundred and eighty pounds he possessed a magnificently muscled and tanned body. His tan appeared exceptionally dark contrasted with his creamy-white bubble-butt.
I was sure Jerry s ass had never experienced the bittersweet taste of a two-foot-long leather strap so I found it odd that he was so anxious to have his beautiful pristine bubble-butt transformed into a sorely bruised ball of fire. He glanced at me and grinned as he mounted the platform.
There was a look of sheer rapture on Jerry s face as he watched the strap being raised high in the air. He smiled and tightly closed his eyes when he heard the swishing sound of the displacing air. The gorgeous body jumped wildly when the strap slapped noisily on both of his cheeks simultaneously and for a brief moment his face expressed excruciating pain and horror.
I sympathized with him when I noticed him repeatedly moving his abdomen from side to side. He was desperately trying to find a more comfortable position for his erection. I had experienced the same problem during every strapping session the rough tightly packed hay bale feeling like sandpaper was a real knob killer.
I was rock-hard from watching Jerry s jerking body and listening to him shrilly screaming through three strokes before the reverend hung up the strap and rolled his sleeve down. Sir Jerry quickly shouted stopping the reverend I lied to you Sir when I told you my father knew I smoked cigarettes he doesn t know Sir Jerry said obviously not yet feeling sufficiently cleansed and added I think I need to suffer for that as well Sir.
Yes of course the reverend was quick to agree retrieving the strap from its hanging place. Jerry perhaps because of his raging hard on raised his body slightly above the blanket roll to prevent further damage to his knob. He had endured only three whacks but his ass glowed brilliantly. Perhaps it was because he had a tender never-before-whipped ass I guessed.
Jerry s biceps bulged as he gripped the bale to brace himself. He shouted and wailed loudly as the reverend s weapon crashed on his ass twice more before he hung up the strap. Then Ready to leave he gently squeezed Jerry s shoulder and whispered to him He would prefer that you not breathe a word of your cleansing punishment to anyone Jeremiah and oh by the way there is no longer any need for me to report to your father. Don t be late for dinner Benjamin you know how it upsets your mom. We could hear him speaking to the horse as he mounted and rode off.
The sight of our bare butts burning brightly enough to light up the barn was actually hilarious. We laughed uncontrollably. Wha d ya suppose the reverend would think Jerry if he saw us having such a great laugh after working him so hard?
He d probably put us back on the hay bale until he d strapped us to tears Jerry replied laughing again.
Jerry you don t think I bought your ridiculous story huh? I asked smiling knowingly.
What story? He asked feigning innocence.
I mean the bullshit story ya fed my father like Sir his punishment wouldn t be enough for proper cleansing I can t ever remember hearing so much crap I said grinning. Jerry no longer laughing was visibly shaken. He went to the door to open it slightly and stand silently staring into space.
Hey Jerry I shouted at him Whazzup? It seemed an eternity before he turned his head to look at me.
I ve got a problem Bengie and it s bustin my freakin head he said.
Ya wanna talk about it? I asked sympathetically. I felt my cock waking up when he showed his massive erection.
I don t know what it means Bengie the freakin thing won t go down.
You ve got a mighty big bopper there Buddy I had no idea ya were so bullish I said laughing and hoping I was helping him to relax a little.
Ya know what Bengie I had a hard on watching your ass being whacked… I don t know why it just didn t seem right.
I knew you were hard Jerry the hay bale was being mean to your big sensitive knob huh? I asked smiling widely.
Oh my gawd you saw it! Your father must ve seen it too He said his face almost as red as his ass.
Naw I couldn t see your cock I just knew by the way you were squirming… Jerry the same thing happens to me all the time. I told him.
Is that true Bengie or are you just sayin that to make me feel okay about it?
No Jerry that strap on my bare butt gets me horny like ya wouldn t believe I confessed to him. Ya wanna know something else? I often come here and beat myself with the strap. I shamelessly admitted An I kiss it an suck on it an all while I m jerkin myself like a madman Jerry I have an absolutely incredible orgasm every time I do that.
Aw c mon Bengie yer shittin me man.
Cross my heart Jerry it s true…fuck I m madly in love with that strap.
I felt great when he was beating you Bengie but I really loved waiting for the mule to kick the shit outta my bare ass… I never felt he was strapping me hard enough it was really weird. I feel a whole lot better now though Bengie knowing I m not crazy and I m not alone. He said relieved that he was okay in the head.
See ya just have to talk to the doc and it s all cool.
Bengie he said and then hesitated Bengie he began again I think I m owed a couple-
What do you mean Jerry owed a couple of what? I interrupted to ask.
Well I think you got a couple more crackers than I got…so I kinda hoped maybe you d make it up to me?
Jerry ya mean ya want me to strap ya? I asked wide-eyed.
Yeah Bengie I d love it like crazy man ya got no idea how much I want it okay? He asked hopefully.
How many d ya figure ya d want Jerry ya know like to get even? I asked.
I dunno Bengie like I was kinda thinkin maybe four ya know like real good whacks he said embarrassed.
Ya think yer ass can take it so soon? I asked heading to the strapping platform. He followed me to eagerly position himself over the sleeping bag roll. Yer really really sure huh Jerry? I asked slipping my hand through the strap handle loop.
Yeah he replied sighing contentedly. I guessed he didn t want me to hold back. Admiring his butt and wishing I could gather enough nerve to kiss it my cock lengthened impressively.
Pretending I d done it accidentally I brushed my hand across the beautiful bubbles before I raised the strap high above my head and brought it crashing down him. The extremely forceful strike caused him to scream exceptionally loudly as his body seemed to jump a foot above the roll. His tears were streaming down his face when he turned to look at me. I thought he was going to tell me I was strapping him too hard but he dug his fingers into the bale and braced for the next punishing blow.
Convinced that he wanted my best effort my next stroke produced a deafening sound followed by such a scream that I had to wipe pre cum from my knob. I inhaled deeply raised my arm high in the air and sent the strap swishing through the air to whack his ass with a sound that was even louder than the last. His scream had been so ear-piercing it had scared me. Are you okay Jerry? I asked worried that I might ve got too carried away by the incredibly emotional sexual stimulation.
Awww Bengie I m not sure he moaned and shivered nervously. C mere he said motioning me to approach the end of the platform. I was awfully scared and wondering how badly I might ve hurt him when suddenly he grabbed my cock and licked pre cum from my knob. Tightly holding my erection he pleaded Please Bengie strap my fuckin ass as hard as ya can while I m suckin ya off. He said. Then with his powerful arms around my aching ass he pulled me to him till his nose was buried in my pubic hair and my cock was deep in his throat.
Having Jerry blow me was the very last thing I would ever have expected and never having been sucked off before the pleasure of feeling my knob deep in his warm slippery throat was freakin unbelievable.
I raised the strap as high as I could and brought it down on him with truly brutal force. The sound echoed off the walls and drowned out my loud ecstatic moan that would ve warned him before I released my tremendous load of cum in his mouth. Ohh geez Jerry I m so sorry I didn t mean to um in er mouth I said apologizing profusely.
It s all good Bengie eatin yer load is somethin I never wanna forget… Bengie lie across my knee and let me spank ya with my hand okay? he asked Fer a long time that s somethin I ve been fantasizing doing with you he said his voice shaking with excitement.
Sure buddy why not? I said letting him bend me across his knees. Feeling his naked body against me and his arm wrapped over my back was the next best thing to hugging. There had been only one slap on my buttocks when I felt his rock-solid erection pocking against my stomach. You re gonna blow your load on me if ya keep spankin me like this I said Why don t ya lie the platform and let me get that steel rod in my mouth Jerry you ve whetted my dick-suckin appetite somethin awful.
We put a couple of bales together to form a larger area so I could lie between his legs and give him a really memorable blowjob. It was a while before I was able to get his bulbous knob into my throat as he d done to me. Breathing heavily he fucked my mouth hard and fast.
His constant moaning and humping was causing my own cock to pulse quickly. I hadn t realized he d been holding the strap till it had crashed on my unsuspecting ass. The sudden intense pain caused me to scream out. In the excitement his cock head was all the way down my throat when I felt his load slipping into my gut. When I began humping the hay bale he shouted at me Get over my face Bengie I want you to cum on me. Together we licked the cum from his contented grinning face.
Oh my god Jerry that was so fuckin incredibly good.
Yeah he said sounding exhausted and to think none of this woulda been possible if I didn t steal the devil sticks he said sighing contentedly.
Hey that s right. Imagine they say smokin s bad fer ya. I m sure glad we smoked and don t forget Jerry now that we know one another so much better we can come here an do it anytime we want to I told him laughing loudly but I added I ve quit smokin though.
Yeah it s all too freakin awesome. Ya know what I m so happy I could kiss ya Bengie he said smiling from ear to ear How would ya feel about that?
Hey that s not somethin ya have to ask. I quickly replied. Then covering his mouth with mine I whispered Ya wanna put your tongue in my mouth Jer?
Meanwhile back in his study a vision of Jerry s virgin bubble-butt fresh in his mind Reverend Schmacker in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm shot a cumload on his desk only to discover he d fucked the homophobic sermon he d just written for Sunday s prayer meeting.