Whipped
Porn Star
My father is a very strict man who disciplines not only my two brothers and me with his bullwhip but also other young cowboys who live in this county, which is known as one where the bullwhip is regularly used on young cowboys. And he does so in cooperation with the local lawman who has to deal with many misdemeanors and sometimes more serious offenses. Those who commit the former are often brought to my father for a sound whipping as punishment and deterrence. Jail sentences and/or fines are usually meted out for the latter.
Once stripped naked, tied to the whipping bench (butt only) or eight-foot post (back or both back and butt), father's 12-foot bullwhip ensures the misbehaving cowboy is less likely to misbehave again. However, a few do come back about once every week (of which more later).
And, of course, my brothers and I strip every Sunday morning before church for what father calls a deterrence whipping. As well, sometimes during the week (well, let's face it every week and sometimes two or three times a week) if our father decides we need it for being lazy, disobedient or negligent in carrying out the duties he assigns us.
By the way I'm 24, Theo is 22 and Todd is 20. Since I'm the oldest of the trio, I get the severest whippings because I am supposed to be setting an example for Theo and Todd. We're all about six feet tall with the lean, muscular bodies and butts of guys who spend their days riding horseback, repairing fences, roping cattle and the related jobs that go with ranching. Not lest of these other jobs, of course, is lifting 100-pound bags of feed and bales of hay.
We can share our Wrangs - super skintight - and equally skintight chaps, for we all have 28-inch waists and weigh in at between 150 and 160 pounds of muscle (for that's mainly what we are). But I take a size 12 boot, whereas my brothers take the same size: 11. Everyone who knows me jokes about my big feet. Especially when the pointy toe of my boot gets caught in a root sticking out of the ground and I fall down with my butt sticking up in the air and ripe for a kick in my crack.
We sometimes speculate among the three of us from whom we inherited our super sized packages and cute, sexy butts up which to our rosebuds the crack seam of our Wrangs rides and splits our butts into two apple-shaped cheeks. Or father, mighty in his power over young cowboys, is small-packaged and only five feet nine inches tall. So we often speculate if it is his size that motivates him to whip other cowboys and us, his sons, because we are hung like stallions, a fact that calls attention to "his deficiencies."
Another inheritance - besides our movie star quality looks - (nothing like being immodest) are our black eyes and black curly hair that hangs only to our shoulders - shoulders only because our father whips us if we try to let it grow longer than he thinks is proper. We have also inherited quite large ears - and not from our father whose ears are tiny and lie very close to his head. Now our shoulder-length hair and cowboy hats do help to conceal these stick out appendages.
But in high school especially we were all teased unmercifully about our "elephant ears." and when we retaliated, which we often did, we would be led to the principal's office and paddled hard. And the principal, who was a close friend of our father's, would call and tell him we were coming home with cherry red butts which he would follow up by marching us to the barn, turning us over a bale of hay and administer another sound thrashing that would leave us unable to sit the rest of the day.
But enough about us. I think I'll describe a few of the whppings father has administered this week. Only one is not a typical scenario, and I think you'll see which one I mean when I describe it. for it is not a whipping for a usual cause and it involves five young cowboys being whipped at one time.
Now for the first whipping and untypically father used a heavy belt rather than his bullwhip. I think it was because the young cowboy being whipped was only 18. Tuesday morning a war widow called to ask if she could bring her son out to the ranch for a sound whipping.
The young man had been caught by the law man speeding down the wrong side of a secondary highway. When asked to get out of his Mercedes Benz, he was belligerent but did eventually obey the officer. So right there the decision was made not to put him in jail but to send him to our father for a sound butt whipping. "He's not really a bad kid," the distraught woman said, "but he needs to be soundly spanked. And his six feet two inches is just too much of a difference for my four feet nine inches. Let me tell you, Sir, if his father was home this young fellow would be yelping and unable to sit down for half a week."
When they arrived, the young man just stood beside the car and glared at my father defiantly. But my father moved behind him and put a thumb through the crack belt loop, which unintentionally showed everyone what a cute ass he had - and i could tell from the gleam in my father's eyes he was going to enjoy turning that sexy butt into a deep purple.
After 40 whacks on each butt cheek later from my father's three-inch wide heavy belt, the young man was thrashing about and even actually begging for the whipping to cease. But only when he felt it was a sincere request did the whipping cease. My father then untied the cords holding the young man's wrists and ankles to the whipping bench posts and told him to stand up. And he did so unsteadily and with embarrassment clearly in his face from having been publicly whipped and for begging for the whipping to stop. With visible tears running down his face, he turned to his mother and promised her he would be a good boy and not have to be brought to the ranch for another whipping.
Once stripped naked, tied to the whipping bench (butt only) or eight-foot post (back or both back and butt), father's 12-foot bullwhip ensures the misbehaving cowboy is less likely to misbehave again. However, a few do come back about once every week (of which more later).
And, of course, my brothers and I strip every Sunday morning before church for what father calls a deterrence whipping. As well, sometimes during the week (well, let's face it every week and sometimes two or three times a week) if our father decides we need it for being lazy, disobedient or negligent in carrying out the duties he assigns us.
By the way I'm 24, Theo is 22 and Todd is 20. Since I'm the oldest of the trio, I get the severest whippings because I am supposed to be setting an example for Theo and Todd. We're all about six feet tall with the lean, muscular bodies and butts of guys who spend their days riding horseback, repairing fences, roping cattle and the related jobs that go with ranching. Not lest of these other jobs, of course, is lifting 100-pound bags of feed and bales of hay.
We can share our Wrangs - super skintight - and equally skintight chaps, for we all have 28-inch waists and weigh in at between 150 and 160 pounds of muscle (for that's mainly what we are). But I take a size 12 boot, whereas my brothers take the same size: 11. Everyone who knows me jokes about my big feet. Especially when the pointy toe of my boot gets caught in a root sticking out of the ground and I fall down with my butt sticking up in the air and ripe for a kick in my crack.
We sometimes speculate among the three of us from whom we inherited our super sized packages and cute, sexy butts up which to our rosebuds the crack seam of our Wrangs rides and splits our butts into two apple-shaped cheeks. Or father, mighty in his power over young cowboys, is small-packaged and only five feet nine inches tall. So we often speculate if it is his size that motivates him to whip other cowboys and us, his sons, because we are hung like stallions, a fact that calls attention to "his deficiencies."
Another inheritance - besides our movie star quality looks - (nothing like being immodest) are our black eyes and black curly hair that hangs only to our shoulders - shoulders only because our father whips us if we try to let it grow longer than he thinks is proper. We have also inherited quite large ears - and not from our father whose ears are tiny and lie very close to his head. Now our shoulder-length hair and cowboy hats do help to conceal these stick out appendages.
But in high school especially we were all teased unmercifully about our "elephant ears." and when we retaliated, which we often did, we would be led to the principal's office and paddled hard. And the principal, who was a close friend of our father's, would call and tell him we were coming home with cherry red butts which he would follow up by marching us to the barn, turning us over a bale of hay and administer another sound thrashing that would leave us unable to sit the rest of the day.
But enough about us. I think I'll describe a few of the whppings father has administered this week. Only one is not a typical scenario, and I think you'll see which one I mean when I describe it. for it is not a whipping for a usual cause and it involves five young cowboys being whipped at one time.
Now for the first whipping and untypically father used a heavy belt rather than his bullwhip. I think it was because the young cowboy being whipped was only 18. Tuesday morning a war widow called to ask if she could bring her son out to the ranch for a sound whipping.
The young man had been caught by the law man speeding down the wrong side of a secondary highway. When asked to get out of his Mercedes Benz, he was belligerent but did eventually obey the officer. So right there the decision was made not to put him in jail but to send him to our father for a sound butt whipping. "He's not really a bad kid," the distraught woman said, "but he needs to be soundly spanked. And his six feet two inches is just too much of a difference for my four feet nine inches. Let me tell you, Sir, if his father was home this young fellow would be yelping and unable to sit down for half a week."
When they arrived, the young man just stood beside the car and glared at my father defiantly. But my father moved behind him and put a thumb through the crack belt loop, which unintentionally showed everyone what a cute ass he had - and i could tell from the gleam in my father's eyes he was going to enjoy turning that sexy butt into a deep purple.
After 40 whacks on each butt cheek later from my father's three-inch wide heavy belt, the young man was thrashing about and even actually begging for the whipping to cease. But only when he felt it was a sincere request did the whipping cease. My father then untied the cords holding the young man's wrists and ankles to the whipping bench posts and told him to stand up. And he did so unsteadily and with embarrassment clearly in his face from having been publicly whipped and for begging for the whipping to stop. With visible tears running down his face, he turned to his mother and promised her he would be a good boy and not have to be brought to the ranch for another whipping.
