| The Boss : I looked at the broken bale of hay scattered over the ground and then I slowly turned towards the boy who was holding out his right hand. In my right hand I was idly swinging a leather strap and mentally preparing myself for what was to come. If there were to be any benefit from what was to follow then the boy must feel pain. It had to hurt him or I might live to regret the next consequences. I looked at the boy�s out stretched hand then slowly lifted up the leather strap. It crashed down onto his hand and I�m sure that I noticed a slight movement in his face. I brought the strap down a second time. There was a definite tightening of the cheek muscles but that was all. Perhaps I wasn�t using the strap hard enough. I�d been very nervous that morning arriving at the farm before the boy as I knew how important the next few weeks were going to be for me. I was his boss and I was determined that he would behave as I wanted. This was my last chance to show that I could run this farm as in the past I had been soft with my workers and they had taken advantage of me but not now. Crash! I used the strap for a third time. Crash! The fourth time. I glanced down at the black rubber wellington boots on his feet. They were shiny and new with only a small of amount of mud dirtying the heel. This was the boy�s first day on the farm and he needed to be taught that I was the boss. He was 16 years old, no longer a school boy. He was a man doing a man�s job and if he made mistakes he had to take his punishment like a man without complaint. �Left hand out.� He put out his left hand for me. Crash! I kept looking down at his clean black boots. Crash! I had to make sure that he worked hard enough to get those muddy. I turned my concentration back to his open hand. Crash! His face showed nothing. Surely he must be feeling the pain by now. The final stroke. It had to be the best. Crash! His mouth definitely moved that time and his arm shot backwards. That was good. I pushed the strap back into my coat pocket. The Boy : I felt good that morning despite the weather being cold and damp. I pulled on my thickest trousers, jumper, and coat then I picked up my new wellington boots. I ran my hand over the smooth, black rubber. I was feeling like a man, no longer the school boy that I had been last month. I ran my tongue slowly down the side of the boot. It had a cold taste that sent a shiver down my spine. I was bursting with excitement as I realised that today these new boots would be put to work as I was about to start my first day as a working man on a pig farm. It did not take long for me to walk to the farm and be given my first task by the boss. I had to move a bale of hay into the barn from the field. I don�t think I�d ever been happier. I was 16 years old and a grown-up now in my working clothes and rubber boots. No longer a boy. Life had not been so good for our family over the last few years with my father unable to get a job. But by moving house away from the town into the countryside things seemed to be getting better. He�d got a labouring job and now that I�d left school I�d managed to get this farm job. I�d been lucky as jobs for boys my age were difficult to get around here so I was determined to be successful to please my father. If anything was to go wrong I�m sure he�d kill me. Moving a bale of hay from one field into the barn wasn�t as easy I had expected. The boss was not pleased with the mess I made. He looked at the pile of hay, looked at me then took a leather strap from out of his pocket. �Hand out,� he growled. �You�re working in a man�s world now and if you do anything wrong you get punished. Little children would probably run home crying to their mother but if you want to be a man you need to learn to quietly accept your punishment.� I put out my right hand. The strap crashed down across my palm with a sudden sting. I tried to keep still. A second crash came, not as bad as the first as it was across my fingers rather than the palm of my hand. A third crash was the hardest so far, across the centre of the palm. By the fourth the boss was really in to it and my hand stung. I�d had the strap before as a boy in school but not as hard as this. My hand was hot and glowing but I was determined not to show any reaction. The pain subsided quickly but the heat lasted longer but it didn�t trouble me. I was a man now. �Left hand out.� I did and the strap came down across my fingers. Not very good. The second strap was better and warmed up my hand. My boss seemed to be looking down at my boots instead of concentrating on my hand but he suddenly lifted up his head for the third strap. That was hard. My hand stung for a few seconds but then became just a warm tingle. I saw my boss�s face tense up in preparation for the final blow. I tried to relax my hand but the force surprised me and jolted my arm backwards. The Boss : I looked at the boy standing in front of me with his hands clasped together and the broken bale of hay scattered on the ground. �Not a good start.� I said. Finish the job properly or it might be the end for you. You�re a man now and you must work like one.� I�m sure he�d learnt the lesson that I expect work to be done properly and I felt pleased with myself for showing how strong I was and that I demanded good work all the time. I went off to another job while he walked off to get the next pale of hay. The Boy : I should have been more careful moving the hay. As my boss had told me that I was a man now and must work like one. There were still three bales to move I would have to make sure that not one piece of hay fell out of the bales. I did not want another strapping. I walked off to get the next bale of hay. I took more time with the second bale and was pleased to get it to the barn without losing a single piece of hay. I was just as careful with the third bale, taking my time and getting it into the barn complete. I was quite proud of myself as I turned around to see my boss looking at me. He was not pleased as he starting yelling at me �are you trying to make this job last all day?� �No but�� I started saying. �I expect jobs to be done quickly not made to last all day. I�ve got other jobs for you that need doing today.� I froze on the spot not knowing what to say. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the strap that he had used on me earlier. �Oh shit� I thought. �I�m in trouble for the second time on my first day at work.� He walked across to me. �Right hand out.� I put out my right hand. He raised the strap and brought it down across my hand which he then repeated nine times. The pain stung my hand with each stroke taking longer to subside but I kept my face straight to hide any pain I felt. I was sure that I could take as many straps as he might want to give me. With this excitement I could feel my cock growing into a large bulge inside my trousers. I hoped that the boss kept looking at my hand and not my bulge. |
| The Boss : �Left hand out.� The boy moved his right hand away and lifted up his left. I brought down the strap. The sharp crack sound echoed in the empty barn to be followed by a second then a third. The bulge in my trousers was growing. After the fourth and fifth cracks I could feel my heart pounding with the excitement. I must teach this lad a lesson so that he improves his work. The sixth crack made a flat, dull sound. I was not concentrating and had nearly missed his hand only just clipping the tips of his fingers. I looked down at the clean boots on his feet and could see him shuffle his toes inside. With the seventh and eighth cracks his toes moved some more. Yes. I was hurting him. Now I was in charge. The boy : The straps came down harder on my hand than last time. I kept my hand still and started moving my toes inside my boots to take my mind off the pain of the straps. What would happen when he�d finished the strapping? Would he tell me I was no good and that he didn�t want to see me on his farm again? I couldn�t bear the thought of losing the job so soon. I wished for the strappings to continue so that he wouldn�t have time to speak. My father would kill me if I went home without this job. He stopped. I started to worry. My hands felt hot and were throbbing but that didn�t worry me. I was more concerned about what my boss would say next. I decided that I would speak first. �I�m sorry for working so slow. I promise that I�ll work faster and harder now but let me keep this job and please don�t say anything to my father.� He replied slowly. �I think you could be a good worker. You haven�t been very good today but I�m sure you will get better,� then he walked away. I felt happy now. It had been a good first day at work and I was enjoying working here. I was even pleased that I�d been strapped. This was going to make me into a real man and I was certain that I would be able to take every punishment given to me. The next day I was at the pig farm well before my starting time. My boss gave me the job of cleaning the yard. I had to get water from a river which was about 50 metres away. This took time. First it wasn�t easy getting water out of the river as it was wide and shallow at its nearest point to the yard so I had to walk into the river to try and find the deepest area. As I walked into the water I could feel it pressing against the outside of my boots. The deeper I went the greater the pressure grew. I was going to keep walking until the water overflowed into my boots. It got to the very edge of my boots and was just about to flow inside when I quickly took a step backwards. I decided that I would keep my feet dry for today. After about ten trips between the river and yard I found I had created a wet muddy track for myself and my boots were covered in mud. I realised that I was now carrying as much mud into the yard on my boots as I was washing away with the water. The Boss : I felt pleased with myself at the end of the boys first day. While he was not the world�s best worker he did seem to be trying which was why he was working so slowly. I felt pleased with myself for punishing him for his poor work and was sure that if I kept treating him hard then he would be a better worker for it. So when I noticed on his second day that his boots were covered in so much mud that he was making the yard dirty after he�d been given the job to clean it, I felt that I had to act. I stopped him just as he was about to enter the yard carrying a full bucket of water. �Stop there. Look at the mud on your boots.� I grabbed the bucket of water from him. �If you walk into the yard with those muddy boots you�ll get the mud over everywhere. Where are your brains! Can�t you think for yourself! You only seem to learn anything when I punish you.� Without any thought I threw the water from the bucket over the boys boots and legs. It worked. He now had clean boots. Then I pushed him towards the barn wall. The boy : Oh no I�ve made another mistake. The boss took the full bucket of water off me and threw it over my boots not only cleaning them but filling them with the cold water and soaking my trousers. He also pushed me against the wall of the barn. �Put both your hands on the side of the barn.� I did as he asked though I wasn�t sure why. �Put your feet together. Now move them backwards. Further.� I did as I was told slowly as I was trying not to spill too much water from out of my boots in case it got me into more trouble. I was now leaning against the side of the building as if I was trying to push in the wall. I realised what was coming next when I noticed the boss taking his leather strap out of his pocket. My heart started beating stronger. He was going to strap me but in a different way from yesterday. I could feel my cock swelling inside my trousers. I waited unsure of what would happen. Then came a swish and crack as his strap wrapped itself across my backside. It was soon followed by a second then a third. This was better than the strap across my hand. The initial feeling of pain covered a small area but soon gave way to a warm glow that spread across my arse. I looked down towards my boots. My shiny black boots were standing in a puddle of water. As the cracks continued the pain intensified. I tried to relax before each blow to absorb the pain. One blow hurt less than the others as if the boss was tiring but then the next came at twice the force. I pressed harder against the wall to give me strength to take whatever the boss gave me. After what I think were ten strappings he stopped. I think that I will enjoy this job. �Did you tell your father about me having to use the strap on you yesterday?� he asked. �No� �Good. I don�t think he�d be very pleased with you if you did. He wants you to be a real man and that includes taking your beatings like a man and saying nothing to anyone.� I don�t think he needed to worry. I was going to be a man and no beatings where going to worry me. I was going to prove to the boss that I was the strongest worker he�d ever come across no matter how many times he had to beat me. The more he beat me the more I could prove to him how strong I was. The next day I was given the job of cleaning out the pig sty. The boss helped me get the pigs into the fields then I had to set about cleaning the sty. This was going to be great fun. First I had to get water from the river then wash it around the sty getting rid of all the dirt. I was glad of my wellies what with having to stand in the river to fill the bucket with water, then walk back through the thick, wet mud then pour the water into the pigsty and brush out all the muck. When I�d finished the boss cam across and complimented me on my hard work and said that I could have an early lunch break. I felt pleased with my efforts. The Boss : I may have made a mistake. I praised the boy for cleaning out the pig sty. Yes he did do a good job quickly, especially after some of the slow jobs he has done before, but will he think that I�m weakening after being so strict earlier in the week? In the afternoon I asked him to bring wood from the top field into the barn so that it would dry out. I stood and watched him for about ten minutes. He was a good worker who didn�t waste time and his father would be proud of him but I needed to keep him under control. When he�d finished the job I went across to the barn. �That�s a mess,� I said, kicking out a large piece of wood so that about 20 smaller pieces fell off the pile. You need to de better. And look at this. I bent over and pulled out the longest piece I could find. Most of the pile fell down around my feet. Useless. What good is a pile that falls over when you pull out one piece.� He looked worried as he saw the pile tumble. �You�ve got to think more about what you are doing. You�re lazy. Perhaps I need to find someone else?� The boys face went white with fright as he quickly answered �Oh no. I can do it. Give me another chance and I�ll build the pile so that it won�t fall down.� �No. I think it�s time for me to tell your father that you�re not good enough. I�m sure I�ll easily find someone better.� The boy : When the boss said that he was going to tell my father that I wasn�t good enough my heart stopped. He couldn�t. My father would kill me. �Don�t do that.� I yelled out. �Punish me, do whatever you want but don�t tell my father I�m no good.� I looked straight at him as tears filled my eyes. I couldn�t remember the last time I�d cried. He just couldn�t tell my father that I was no good. He slowly walked four steps away from me then turned back, reached into his pocket for his strap and quietly said, turn and face the wall. I�m sure he saw the big smile that covered my face. I turned and placed my hands against the wall, moved my feet back and bent forward so that I could look at my boots. The belt came across my arse. The relief knowing that he would not tell my father intensified the enjoyment of the pain. After ten straps he stopped. My arse was hot and throbbing, my heart beat echoed through my whole body, my cock was about to burst out of my trousers but uppermost in my mind was that I could easily take more of this. I stood up straight, turned towards him then slowly spoke. �You said that the strappings would make me into a real man� He agreed. �Well I want to be not just a real man but the best man.� My fingers were shaking with excitement as I started to open my trousers revealing a pair of black shorts. I pulled the trousers down to my knees then turned and faced the wall putting my hands back where they had just been. I focused my eyes back on my boots. �Now � I said slowly �use your belt to make me the best man.� The Boss : I stood with my belt in my hand looking at his black shorts covering his arse. My eyes drifted down to his black wellies. They were a lot muddier than the first time I had belted him. Then he was just a kid. Now he wanted to be a man. Was this his way of showing me that he was stronger than I was? I liked him but he�d gone too far now and needed to put him in his place. I held my belt ready to use. I took a deep breath. Looked at the exact spot I wanted to hit. Lets start with a soft one. I let it go and his head reared back but he made no sound. Another soft one and again his head came back but he made no sound. OK now comes a big one. I took a deep breath looked at the spot and went for it. His head whipped back as the full force of my blow hit his arse. He stood up straight, made no sound but I knew that that had hurt. He put his hands back on the wall and shuffled his feet making his boots squeak on the ground. I glanced down at them. I could feel my cock swelling. I was enjoying this. I shuffled my feet to get into position and again let go at full force. His head again whipped back again and he stood upright. The boy : I waited for the first blow. My trousers were down at my knees and I was staring down at my muddy wellington boots. What was I trying to prove by pulling my trousers down like that? This was going to hurt. I heard the sound of his belt then a crack as it hit my arse. A sharp pain shot through my whole body as I tried to keep still but my head flew backwards. The second stab of pain came and was followed by a hot, burning feeling across my arse. My heart was pounding. The pain was far worse without my trousers. What have I let myself in for? I waited for the third blow. It soon came and it hurt. It stung. I could feel tears in my eyes. My arse was on fire. Should I ask him to stop? Of course not. The fourth blow came. My arse was going to explode. It felt as though someone had plunged a knife straight into my backside and could not remove it. I needed to move to shake out the knife but if I did that would be conceding defeat. I pressed my hands harder against the wall. Could I put up with much more of this? I had to. I looked at my boots, at the mud on the dirty white lining on the turned over top. I looked at it real hard. Waiting for the next strap. It was an even sharper knife this time which I was sure had cut my arse. I looked down at my boots to see if any blood was dropping between my legs. I pressed as hard as I could against the wall then I heard his footsteps walking away. He�d finished the strapping. The cutting pain was fading, my arse was still on fire, my cock was bursting inside my shorts and my heart was beating harder and faster than it ever had done before but the knife had been removed. I smiled to myself as if I�d won some great competition. �Pull your pants up� he yelled. �Its time for you to go home.� I carefully pulled up my trousers and very slowly set off walking home still smiling. The Boss : The boy has started to worry me. Using my belt across his arse was meant to be a punishment yet he seems to be enjoying it. What kind of person enjoys being strapped across his arse especially with his trousers down around his boots. It is a shame as he has been such a good worker. Not only is the boy becoming a problem but I have a new youth joining us. This is an 18 year old guy who�s done some farm labouring already. I�ve been told that he is a good worker and that I shouldn�t have any problems with him but I need to keep an eye on him. The youth arrived before the boy so I explained the situation to him and asked him to keep an eye on the boy and to let me know at once if there were any problems. The youth seemed pleasant enough and gave the impression that he�d be a good worker and would keep the boy in his place. I said that there was a broken wall in the top field that needed rebuilding and he said that he�d rebuilt walls before so it would not be a problem. I felt quite happy as he walked across the field towards the broken wall. The boy arrived just after that. He walked up to me without saying a word. I told him about the youth and that I wanted the two of them to rebuild a broken wall and that the boy had to do as the youth told him without any trouble. The boy agreed then walked off towards the broken wall. I watched his black boots, now well covered in mud, trudge across the field before I went to my hut. The boy : I trudged across the field wondering what this guy was like that I would be working with. He stood beside the broken wall dressed in black wellies, dirty light blue jeans and dirty white t-shirt. His wellies were good and muddy but my eyes were looking at the tops of his boots which had been turned down to show the dirty cream lining. As I walked towards him he looked me over with his eyes. �Why the fuck do I get a baby to work with?� he yelled towards the sky. �And why the fuck do I have to work with a stuck up pig like you. It�s been great the last few days on my own. Where�ve you come from?� I replied. He ignored me, turned and walked towards the broken wall. �I know what I�m doing here so you listen to me. First thing get that coat off. You�re going to work.� �I can work with my coat on.� �O.K. it�s your funeral. Do what you like.� I looked at him standing there in just his shirt but no-one was going to tell me to take my coat off. I soon realised that he did know how to rebuild the wall so I collected the stones he needed while he placed them in position. We worked well together and the wall went up quicker than I�d expected. I also got a lot hotter than expected. The youth had been correct about me getting hot but I wasn�t going to take my coat off just to satisfy him. He looked very tasty working in just his shirt along with his boots and turned down tops. My fingers touched the top of my left boot and slowly started to turn it over. �Don�t stop. I need more stones.� He yelled. The top of my boot sprang back up as I turned around to get more stones. It wasn�t much longer before he suggested we stop to look at the work we�d done. I agreed and as he sat down on a stone, without thinking, I took off my coat and found a stone to sit on. � I don�t believe it.� He yelled, �underneath the coat you�ve got a thick jumper. Are you a baby or a man?� That hurt. �If you want to keep up with me you�d better start dressing like me,� he continued. �What�s under the jumper?� I embarrassingly removed it to reveal a blue vest. �Now that�s more like it. Throw the rest in the rubbish bin. And while you�re doing that throw the trousers in as well. Surely you�ve got denims?� I nodded. �I want to see you wearing them tomorrow if you want to work with me.� We worked in silence until the wall had been repaired then he told me to clear away all the mess before I could go home. He set off across the field and I sat watching him go. My eyes first on his boots then his denim jeans, then his dirty white shirt then back to his boots. That was the way I wanted to look. After I�d cleared up I wandered over to the yard. The boss saw me and walked across. What had I done wrong. I realised that today was the first day that he�d not strapped me. The Boss : �Is the job finished?� I asked the boy. �Yes� was his reply. He really looked as if he�d been working hard carrying his coat and jumper over his arm. �Well done.� I said realising that this was the first day he�d not been strapped. I was tempted to think of some excuse to strap him but as I could not I let him go. Perhaps all the strappings had been worthwhile and he had now learned to do whatever I tell him without complaint. The following morning both the boy and youth looked eager for work, the boy especially so, dressed in a shirt without coat or jumper. I asked them to repair another wall in a lower field. They happily set off to work. I wandered over during the morning and was amazed at the work being done. My luck seemed to have changed. I had two hard workers doing a good job without causing me any problems. The next day they were working on clearing out rubbish from the corner of a barn. I wandered across during the morning and stood at the door to see how they were doing. They looked to be working well. It was evidently warm work as both had removed their shirts and the sweat was glistening on their bronzed bodies. Had it not been for their sizes I would not have been able to tell them apart. The youth was dressed in dark blue denim jeans and black wellington boots which had the top two inches turned over to show the grey inner lining. The boy wore the same coloured jeans and wellingtons with the tops turned over in the same fashion. Both pairs of boots were covered in mud probably from the same field. They could have been identical twins except that one was taller than the other. Suddenly as I watched the youth shouted at the boy who had evidently made some mistake. I could not see what had caused the problem but the youth was not happy. I wondered how he would cope with the situation. Amazingly I saw the boy walk and stand with both hands against the wall. The youth kicked out with his booted foot to open a gap between the black boots on the boys feet. The rubbing of the boots together produced a strange squeaky sound. The youth started to remove his strap. I was pleased to see that he was keeping the boy under control. I watched four straps cross the boys backside then turned and left as I felt my cock growing inside my trousers pleased that the youth was maintaining the high standards of behaviour that I required. |
| Pig farm strappings |
| The boy : I stood with my hands against the barn wall. The youth was taking his belt from around his waist. He didn�t seem to like my feet together and kicked my wellies as hard as he could to get me to separate my feet. The first strap came across my arse. I hardly felt it. After the second I wondered if he�d ever done this before. A third and fourth followed without any pain to me at all. How I longed for a proper strapping like the boss had given me. �Stop� I said �it�s better like this� and slowly opened my trousers and pulled them down till they rested on the tops of by boots revealing my shorts. �This is the way the boss does it.� I turned towards the wall, placed my hands slightly apart and shuffled my feet to into a comfortable position. �Now try again.� Nothing happened at first then I felt a crack across my arse. That was good. My cock started to grow. Another crack and a stab of pain shot through my arse. I looked down at the grey tops of my boots. The next crack produced a sharper pain across my arse. This was the first strapping I�d had for two days and my whole body was glowing with the pain as my heart pounded inside my chest with the excitement. The tension waiting for each blow was great as I never knew if it would be a weak miss hit or a crisp bullseye. The bullseyes were the best as I felt that I�d achieved something worthwhile in enduring them whereas the sadly more common miss hits could have been endured by anyone. After giving me 10 straps times the youth gave up. I pulled up and fastened my jeans then asked the youth what job he wanted me to do next. I was enjoying working with him. We did not say much, just got on with the job we had to do. He worked hard, making every job seem simple and never wasted time and I tried to work as hard and quick as he did but I often could not keep up. Sometimes he told me off for trying to work too quickly and not doing the job properly. I hated that as I wanted my work to be good. The Boss : The youth and boy seemed to be working well and I was feeling really pleased but as so often happens just when you think everything is going well a disaster happens. I was shaken one day when I told the boy to move some logs and, with the youth standing next to him, he said no and that he�d rather do the same job as the youth was doing. I was astounded and shaken by his response. I yelled at him �bend over and put your hands on your knees� which he immediately did. I took my leather strap out of my pocket and used it across his backside as hard as I could. It made an excellent �crack� followed by two more �cracks� just as clean as the first. After two more I stopped to recover from my sense of surprise at his behaviour. He stood up and silently walked away with the youth to work on the job as required. This over-confident attitude of his was very worrying. I needed to make sure that he knew that he was only a worker who had to do as told without any questions. The boy : I enjoyed those straps. They were quick, sharp and made my arse sting. I looked at the youth�s face and saw that he had undoubtedly been impressed with my talking back at the boss and also the way in which I handled the strap without showing any fear. I liked the youth and I desperately wanted to please him so that he would like me. We worked together well as a pair with him taking charge and me, quite happily, following his instructions. Little was said between us. Late in the afternoon we were working on a fence which crossed the river. We both enjoyed this as we spent most of the time wading in the water. At first we walked carefully into the water. It was lovely feeling the cold water pressing on the outside of our boots, cooling down our hot feet inside, but it was not long before I�d accidentally walked into a deep pool and the water flowed inside my wellies. At first I�d stopped and emptied out the water but after it happened again I just worked with my boots full. The same happened to the youth and within a short time our clothes were also completely wet yet both of us were warm from working so hard. All of a sudden though I dropped the tree trunk I was carrying which crashed into the back of the youth�s leg. He immediately started shouting at me for being so foolish in carrying the trunk on my own. �Accidents like that shouldn�t happen� he yelled �God you need to learn to control yourself soon before someone gets injured.� He then said that I needed to learn a lesson. Without saying a word I walked over to the fence and lent with both hands against the top bar. Nothing happened. I turned and looked at the youth standing in the river watching me. �You said that I need to be taught a lesson. Teach me.� I heard the slosh of the water as he walked out of the river towards me. I opened my trousers and dropped them down to the tops of my boots. �Teach me well� I said as I lowered my head first to look at my cock pushing against my shorts then at my gleaming wet black wellies. He strapped me 10 tens. Oh how I wished he was as good as the boss. I was pulling up my trousers when he quietly said. �Now you strap me.� He threw his belt to me then put his hands against the fence and opened his legs. �Why?� I asked. �Because I want you to.� I�d received the strap countless times in my life but never used it on anyone else. �What�s wrong?� he asked. �Get on with it. I held his belt in my right hand and walked towards him. I was not too sure what to do. I stood at his left side and swung. It cracked against his wet jeans. The sound surprised me. He remained still. I strapped him again, slightly harder this time as I grew in confidence. The third time was the best so far. The fourth time was even better and I felt pleased with myself and was startled to see him turn around and grab his belt from out of my hand. �You�re a nutcase,� he said. �The maddest person I�ve ever come across. If you enjoy getting the strap then you need to be locked up.� Then he walked across the field shouting as he went that I was crazy and should be put in the mad house. The next morning when I arrived I saw the youth working in the river again so I walked across and carried on with the job we�d been doing the day before. Neither of us said a word. The only sound was made by the water as we splashed around in our boots. Eventually the youth stopped work and said that the boss wanted to see us. We walked across to the barn in silence. The Boss : I saw them walking across the field. The boy, walking just behind the youth, looked like his shadow as both were wearing the same clothes. Their black wellies, clean and wet from working in the river, were shining in the sunshine. I stood behind three bales of hay laid side by side in the middle of the barn as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I knew just what I wanted to do. I walked to the side of the bales of hay as the youth walked past me. The boy followed him and as he passed I grabbed him and pushed him facedown over the bales. The youth quickly sat on top of him. �You�ve gone too far this time.� I yelled at him. �You do as you�re told here without complaining. I�ve heard about you arguing yesterday and using your belt on someone better than you. There�s only one person getting the belt around here and he�s sure going to remember this.� I asked the youth for his belt which he took from around his waist and handed to me. I then wound it around the boy�s wellies and fastened it as tight as possible. I stroked the smooth, clean, shiny, black boots. They felt surprisingly warm and friendly. The boy was lying still as I signalled to the youth to stand beside his head which was hanging over the edge of the hay. The youth stood with the boy�s head between his boots. He rubbed his boots against the boys head then squeezed tightly just in case the boy wanted to escape. I rolled my strap around my right hand then stood near the boys head to give me plenty of room for my job. The first stroke saw the boy�s arse rise up slightly. That was a good start. The boy : It all happened so quickly I had no time to react. One moment I was walking casually across to the barn with my eyes fixed on the back of the youths shiny clean wellies then within no time I was lying over some bales of hay with the youth on top of me and the master yelling at me something about going too far. That bastard youth had told him that I�d lost my temper last night and strapped him. He�d asked me to do it. The lying shit bag was getting me into trouble. I felt the boss tying my boots together. I tried to shuffle my legs around but it did no good. The youth then got up and stood with his legs either side of my head. He rubbed his wellies against the side of my head then squeezed them together to stop me moving. I knew what was coming next and I expected it to be hard. It was. The pain shot through my whole body. Lying flat over the bales of hay meant that I had no forward movement to absorb the shock as I did when standing up. My body was taking the full force of the blow. I wrapped my hands around the youth�s boots. The second strap was harder than the first. It really stung. This was going to test me. At least the boss hadn�t pulled down my trousers so it wasn�t as bad as it might have been. The third stroke was surprisingly softer as the boss was too excited and not concentrating on accuracy. With the fourth blow I felt that he had put away his strap and was again using his knife. I tried to concentrate on keeping my body still except for moving my toes inside my boots. I move first the right foot then the left but with the next crash my whole body shook except for my toes. �It will soon be over� I told myself. �I can take whatever the boss gives me. It won�t last forever.� The boss reorganised himself after each blow so as not to build up a regular rhythm. This meant that I had no idea of when the next blow was going to come. I tried to relax as think about my toes. With the next blow I felt that my arse had caught fire, it was burning. I tightened my grip around the youth�s boots. Another blow and the knife was getting sharper. I moved my eyes around looking down at the youth�s boots to try and ignore the throbbing, stinging, burning sensations in my arse. I needed something to distract my attention. The Boss : I looked at the boy lying across the hay unable to move with his wellies tied together and the youth holding onto his head. What was I going to have to do to make sure that his lad behaved himself. My belt crashed down across his arse as hard as I could and again he shuddered. This punishment had to be effective as if it didn�t work the only alternative would be to get rid of him which would be a shame as he is an excellent worker but I can�t have him causing me any problems if I�m to be successful with this farm. My belt swooped through the air and crashed across his arse. What a grand �crack� sound it makes. The boy : The pain was bad. I was sure that my arse was now cut. I was desperately trying to absorb the pain but each crash of the strap intensified the nerve-tingling hurt that I was feeling. The blows where coming too quickly to allow the effects of the previous blow to fade away. So far I had not made a single sound but now I wanted to shout out for the blows to stop. I wanted to be a man though and only children submit. A real man can take anything. I shuffled my head and was surprised how much it moved between the youth�s boots. I licked the side of his boots. The bitter rubber taste gave me new strength and also something to think about instead of my arse. I could move my head slowly up and down and the taste of his boots was the most memorable flavour I had ever experienced. I then pulled my head back and found that I was able to clench my teeth around the front of his right boot. I bit as hard as I could. The strap came down again and I bit even harder. I was holding onto the backs of the youth�s wellies with my hands and biting hard into the front of his right boot as if I was a drowning man at sea. I could feels tears running down my cheeks so I bit harder into the youth�s boot. I wanted to shout out for help but if I stopped biting I would certainly drown. The Boss : The only sound coming from inside the barn was the hypnotic crack of the strap across the boys arse. Suddenly the youth broke the rhythm. �When are you going to stop?� he asked. I shuddered to a halt. Stopping had never crossed my mind. I didn�t know what to do next. I turned around and walked away. The boy : I hated the boss and wanted to kill the youth yet was desperate to go back to show that I wasn�t beaten. I was a man and whatever they gave me I would still return. Plus I could never let my father down. He would give everything he had to help me, and often had done, and was desperate for me to be a success as a man. The next morning after my beating I walked into the farm with my head up high. I worked as hard as I could all day, never gave anyone an excuse to complain and never said a word to anyone either. After four days I felt on top of the world and had no worries about anything. I was even happily working with the youth in collecting large broken branches from the wood and carrying them together across to the farmyard. He at one end and me at the other. We hadn�t been working long before it started raining. This never bothered us, despite wearing only T-shirts and jeans, but it was making the ground very slippy and I soon lost my footing and slipped onto my arse dropping the tree trunk at the same time. The youth turned around and yelled abuse at me about being useless so I grabbed out at his boot and brought him down onto the ground. The two of us were fighting and rolling over together in the mud both yelling insults at the same time. I scrambled to my feet as the youth kicked out his boot towards me. I grabbed him and started pulling him backwards through the mud. Eventually his boot came off in my hand. As I held tightly onto his boot he grabbed my boots. Realising what was happening I just managed to grab his other foot and drag off his boot. By now the two of us were standing facing each other both holding a pair of boots that belonged to the other. The mud covered us from our hair, over all our clothes down to the tips of our toes. I looked at his boots in my hand. They looked my size so I pulled them on my feet. He did likewise then sat down on the tree trunk. �How come you enjoy the strappings?� he asked after a while. These were the first words either of us had said to each other since the beating. �Don�t know� I replied �I just do. I just get excited by them. You get used to them and they don�t hurt that much. I feel great afterwards. As though I�m the bravest person in the world.� �You must be some man to take those straps the other day. When did you first get strapped?� �Oh when I was a kid. My father always strapped me when I did something wrong. He used to get really annoyed with me because I would never cry.� There was silence for a few minutes then I carried on speaking quietly. �When I was fourteen he caught me in the shed with some dirty magazines that a boy at school had given me.� �You mean pictures of naked women.� �No,� I said slowly �naked men� There was a silence between us. Eventually I carried on with my story. �My dad saw that I had an erection from looking at these pictures. He pushed me against the wall, took off his belt and started using it across my arse. By the time he stopped I was shooting my load into my trousers for the first time ever. It was like I was floating in another world. He went out slamming the door and I felt that I�d just entered heaven.� The Boss : The next few days were quiet, very quiet. Nobody spoke to anyone else except for when I gave the youth instructions as to the work that the two of them needed to carry out. From time to time I watched them from a distance. They were both excellent workers. No time was wasted yet they both worked carefully to ensure that no mistakes were made. After about four days I noticed that the obvious bad feelings between the two of them had disappeared as they talked and even laughed together as they worked. The boy : The youth never got his wellies back. His fitted fine on my feet and he was happy enough wearing my boots so it stayed that way. Mind it worked out well for him as the boot I was now wearing on my right foot had a small hole in the front made by someone�s sharp teeth. Work had taken a turn for the better and the youth had become a different person. We laughed and joked as we worked together without any disagreements. I had started to enjoy myself except one thing was missing. I was not getting the opportunity to prove how manly I was. My arse had recovered but I don�t think the boss had. I was missing the excitement and thrill of the strap and needed to provoke him into action but I was unsure as to how he would respond. Perhaps I should ask the youth to belt me? We worked together so well now that I could not make him angry but if I asked him then he might belt me to keep me happy. But even when he had belted me he wasn�t very good. Midway through the Friday afternoon the boss called the youth over to the barn. I�ve no idea what happened only that after about ten minutes I saw the youth walking off home. The bastard was going home early whilst I carried on working. I was not pleased. At least one hour later the boss shouted for me to come to the barn. I stomped across to the barn. The Boss : The boy did not look very pleased as he stomped into the barn. He looked a mess. Once he would have turned many a head in his white t-shirt and light blue jeans but it looked as if since first wearing those clothes he had spent his time rolling over and over in various types of brown mud. Yet on his feet he wore a pair of black wellingtons that had been washed so often in the river that they shone so much in the sunlight that you could almost see your reflection. The white turned-over tops had been in the water so often that they looked cleaner than they had been when new. My eyes were still looking at his boots as I said �I want to apologise for what happened last week.� He said nothing. The silence continued. I needed him to say something. He shuffled his feet so that his boots rubbed together making a muffled squeak. I nervously continued. �I�m very impressed with the work both of you have done this week. I did not realise how good you were and I promise that I�ll never strap you again should you make any mistakes.� The boy�s head shot up and he looked straight at me. He wanted to speak but no sound came out of his mouth. I continued �I�ve decided that from now on instead of giving out punishments I�m going to reward you for good work.� The boy was not impressed. Slowly and quietly he spoke. �But I deserved to be strapped as my work was poor. And I should be strapped again if I do anything wrong.� I took a deep breath then said �But strapping you when you do something wrong will not stop you making mistakes. You enjoy getting strapped don�t you?� I looked at the boy and our eyes met. He tried to keep a straight face but a smile broke out. I smiled also and he started laughing. �I have decided to reward you when you work hard,� I said. �You have worked hard this week and deserve to be rewarded.� The boy : The boss didn�t really know what to say to me in the barn. He wanted me to speak first, probably to apologise, but I tried to keep a blank face. I lost control of myself when he said that he knew how much I enjoyed being strapped. The tension got to me and I couldn�t stop myself laughing as he was right and now we both knew it. But he started talking about rewarding me for good things and not punishing me for the bad. Did he think he was talking to some young kid? Offer him a sweetie and he�ll work harder? He carried on saying that I had worked well that week and was going to be rewarded. How sick can this guy get? The Boss : �I�ve got your reward here in my pocket� I said and slowly pulled out my strap. His eyes froze onto the strap. His face broke out into a smile. �Go stand against the wall� I said. I followed him to my position. My heart was beating faster than it had done on previous beatings. Was I really doing the right thing. Did the boy really enjoy the beatings I gave him? Why? I took a deep breath and looked down at the boys boots. The clean black rubber and the turned down tops put my dirty black straight boots to shame. I held up the strap and used it across his arse. The only reaction he made was that the smile on his face increased in size. The boy : My heart was pounding like it had never done before. Rewarding me with his strap? Surely this wasn�t correct. He wanted me to stand against the wall? I moved quickly before he changed his mind. I position my hands against the wall then shuffled my boots into a comfortable position so that the angle was at its best for the person doing the strapping. I fixed my eyes on the turned over tops of my wellies and waited. My boots looked so good I just wanted to lick them. Better still, how about biting my left boot to match the bite marks in my right but those thoughts were lost as the first crash of the strap came across my arse. That was poor. So was the second. What had happened? The boss had no anger in him. After five straps it felt as though he�d been tickling me with a feather. I stood upright, turned towards the boss and said �Can we try it like this� and I dropped my trousers down so that they rested yet again on the tops of my wellies. The Boss : It felt strange strapping the boy as he hadn�t misbehaved. I felt no anger. If it made him happy and inspired him to work harder, well then I would be prepared to do anything. He surprised me when, after I strapped him five times, he stood upright then dropped his trousers. He returned to face the wall and said for me to carry on. His arse was bare. Where were his short? The boy : The boss didn�t know what to do. �Use that fucken strap� I yelled at him. He was so surprised he did and I sure felt it. A sharp sting right across my arse. Wow that was something special and it had come some so suddenly and feeling as if someone had thrown a dart into my arse but then had quickly pulled it back out. My heart was starting to race with the anticipation of not knowing just how sharp the next one would be. I heard the sharp crack first as the strap hit my arse, a very different sound from the muffled whack when the strap hits the denim of jeans or even the cotton of my shorts. The pain was also much sharper on my bare arse yet still faded quite quickly after the impact. With each strap the initial sting lasted slightly longer and my arse warmed up in a glow. My cock was as solid as I could ever remember. The next strap hurt and I nearly stood upright with the pain but held firm. The initial sting was not as sharp, as if the sharp knife was becoming blunter, but it felt as though it was being pushed further into my arse. He�d never beaten me yet and I knew he wasn�t going to do so now. I could handle anything he did to me. Another crack but no sharper than the last. I knew now that I could take whatever he could give me and I could feel a smile cross my face. �Keep going� I wanted to say �you can�t stop now.� He did keep going and my arse was getting hotter as if it was about to explode. How can anyone endure so much pain and pleasure at the same time yet I didn�t dare move for fear of missing the next strap. I looked down at my trousers resting on the turned over tops of my boots and then the black rubber beneath. How I would have loved to bite into that lovely smooth black rubber. Then the crack came followed immediately by the needle sharp pain and then my throbbing cock stiffened up slightly and started shooting out its supply of spunk. Paradise had arrived. |
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