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Thomas hung his head as he plodded on along the dirt path toward the large oak tree that stood ominously behind the main house. In his right hand he held a thick strap made of brown leather. In his left hand was a piece of paper, folded carefully in half. As the mid morning sun warmed his face he thought for a moment about what awaited him. He knew that there was no amount of pleading, or argument that would spare him from his sentence. Nor was there an alternative form of punishment. His was a small family settled on the plains of Kansas. Each day was filled from sun up to sunset with the drudgery of survival.

That meant hunting, and building for him, Mr. Jackson and his two sons. For the women it was preparing food, washing, and tending the home. There were no privileges that could be taken away, save the satisfactions that came from time with loved ones, a good meal, or work well done.

Additionally, the plains were an unforgiving place to live. Winters were harsh, and even when the weather was favorable, attacks from the indigenous population, disease, and even small errors in judgement were a constant threat to their homestead. The Jacksons had no choice but to live as a highly disciplined unit. So it was understood that wrongdoing had only one consequence: swift and harsh corporal punishment.

Thomas and his wife Ellie Mae had been separated from their families three years prior when they were only 16 years old. They were taken in by the Jacksons. The two were deeply grateful, and were careful to do right by the family. Thomas, however, had a tendency to drink, and to sometimes act irresponsibly. That was how he found himself sentenced to the whipping tree. As he walked he could hear the sound of the women talking amongst themselves. He looked up to see what Whipping punishment stories him. His wife, Mrs. Jackson and her two daughters stood around the large oak tree as Mrs.

Jackson taught them how to tie a rope at the top of the trunk that would secure him for his chastisement. Whipping punishment stories women were in dresses which was a typical formality for scheduled punishments such as this one. Ellie Mae was the only one in her work clothes since it was understood to be her responsibility to deal with her husband the most harshly. Normally Thomas would be delighted to see this group of attractive young women, all dressed up, and waiting just for him. This situation, however, was much different.

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As he approached, the women fell silent. They turned and stared at Thomas as the young man, normally brimming with confidence, stood before them, shoulders slumped, unable to utter a word without Whipping punishment stories spoken to.

Thank you for fetching the strap as I asked you to. Did you also prepare a note of contrition? He nodded, and handed the strap to his wife. She took it and held it down by her side. He opened the piece of paper, cleared his throat, and began to read. As he did, a strong wind blew through the homestead. Mary Beth interrupted just as her blue dress flew up in the wind.

He spoke up, allowing his voice to cut through the wind as it began to die down. I was wrong to peek at the girls as they were bathing, and I was also wrong to lie about it to Mrs. He folded the paper again and placed it in the back pocket of his blue trousers. Jackson spoke next. She walked toward him, and folded her arms.

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She stopped just short of him, allowing her tall petite frame to tower above him. He stared at the dirt. Ellie Mae grabbed Thomas by the ear and pulled him along as she led him to the whipping tree. He put his wrists together and lifted them high above his head where the tie for his hands had been prepared. Ellie Mae quickly tied the rope around his wrists and pulled it tight.

She then positioned herself behind him, and reached around him. She unbuckled his belt, and took his pants down to his ankles. Jackson, and her daughters immediately stepped back to make sure they would not see any more of his nakedness than his bare backside.

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Luckily, nobody seemed to notice. Ellie Mae began to lecture her husband. Jackson looked suspiciously at her girls who were smiling sheepishly, trying not be noticed by Ellie Mae. Mary Beth leaned over and whispered to her sister. Just then the first crack of the strap sounded.

Thomas bucked forward and let out a loud cry. They each covered their mouths and looked at each other. Ellie Mae brought the leather across her husbands bottom again, eliciting the same reaction. Ellie Mae whipped him in silent anger, methodically bringing down each stroke with all her might.

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The whipping continued for several minutes interrupted only by short breaks for Ellie Mae to catch her breath. Once the last stroke was given Ellie Mae turned to face Mrs. Jackson as she wiped Whipping punishment stories sweat from her brow. Ellie Mae stepped toward Victoria, and handed her the strap. Unable to remove the sheepish grin from her face the young lady took it in her hand.

She looked down for a second, feeling its weight in her hands. She looked back up at Ellie Mae. We have a lot of work to do today Whipping punishment stories we should get it over with quickly. Victoria positioned herself to the left of her prisoner, just a few feet behind him. Victoria had been on the receiving end of the strap herself before. She knew that as much as it hurt when it whipped across her bottom, it was nothing compared to how it felt when it went across her thighs, or wrapped around her hip.

Victoria drew the strap back and laid a hard slap across his right side. Thomas hissed, and pedaled his legs. She nodded, and drew the strap back further this time. She whipped him with all her might. Thomas jerked and began jumping up and down. Victoria did as she was instructed and laid nine licks, just as hard, across his bottom. She took her time, letting him react just a little before interrupting his howling, and jumping with the next installment. By the time she was ready to lay down the last stroke, Thomas had broken his position and was no longer bending forward as instructed.

She turned toward Ellie Mae. He obeyed and soon after the hardest of all the strokes striped across the lower half of his butt followed by another, equally forceful, across the tops of his thighs. Thomas jumped into the air, and let out a loud cry as Victoria handed the strap back to Ellie Mae. Mary Beth wasted no time. She positioned herself where her sister had been, drew back the strap and began the last of his whippings.

He held his position for the first four or five strokes, but could not resist the temptation to stand, and jump with each stroke after. Mary Beth whipped in quicker succession, giving him little time to recover or reposition himself. The final stroke landed across the tops of his thighs. The boy howled beneath the gust of wind that picked up just as the strap struck him. Mary Beth handed the leather back to Ellie Mae who approached her husband to check in on his condition. She took a handkerchief from her back pocket and wiped the tears from eyes as she whispered to him.

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You know the rules. She squatted down and pulled up his britches. She buckled his belt and then turned toward the girls. And Mrs. Jackson, thank you for coming to bear witness. Jackson replied. Now girls, I want you to go to the house and back to your chores. We lost some time so make sure you work extra hard to get them done by supper. They turned and began walking toward the house.

Ellie Mae turned toward Mrs. We can come in and check on him later. Thomas stayed bound at the whipping tree for a little over an hour before he heard Mary Beth, and Victoria giggling in the distance.

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