Uncle Jake now informs me that I'm to move out to the bunkhouse, and Zeke, the supervisor, would be in charge of me. Well I had just seen him showering and he is massive! Over 6 feet tall and tight muscles. I muttered "God _d_a_m_n_" at the table, and was immediatly grabbed and led to the downstairs bathroom. With the door open, I had my pants yanked down, and got abot 15 whacks on my already tender behind with a handy hairbrush. With my cousins watching, and my bottom still bared, Uncle Jake bends me over the sink, and I PANICK when I see the bar of soap coming toward my mouth. No amount of squirming did any good. I was rinsing and tasting soap for a long time.
The next morningI had to shower behind the bunkhouse with the rest of the guys. When I was done, Zeke put his powerful arm around me and said,"I gotta show ya somthin." He led me to the woodshed, pointed to the corner,\ and said "See that?" "That's our new spanking device." It looked scary, many leather straps to restrain the victim. "Your cousins have been on it, and last week Bill,(one of the hands) was on it." "It seems to work. I'd do what you're told if I were you!"
I can't take this! The first opportunity I saw, I snuck under a fence, and headed for town. I was running away.
A squad car puls beside me, as soon as I get into town. Now what! "What's your name boy?" I faked a name. "Got some identification?" "I left my wallet at home." "Spead out your arms up against the car." "Why. I didn't do anything?" "Just do it!" He pats me down, and finds my wallet with my driver's license in it. "Come with me." "But I didn't do anything!!!"
At the station house, the sherrif is talking on the phone. "Uh ha, OK, we'l do that." "Your uncle will pick you up in the morning, In the meantime you are our guest." Deputies, process the young man. "BUT?" "young man you are about to find out that running away is a crime."
I'm led away by two big officers. Empty your pockets, and remove all jewlry. I slowly do this, and the next order was to strip! "WHAT?" "Even you don't look so ignorant that you don't understand that word." "But why?" "Procedure. You might not like doing this, but if we have to do it the hard way, you're SURE not gonna like that."
I slowly undress, but hesitate at my briefs. The impatient officer just came over and pulled them down. I'm cupping my hands in front of me. "Clasp your hands behind your head." I defiantly don't do it. "I guess we gotta do the strip SEARCH, the hard way." I'm cuffed, My hair, mouth, and then my penis and testicles searched. Led to the desk, bent over, and one of them sticks a finger up my ass. "Hey, look at this kid's ass! Jake's already done quite a number on him! Boy, you'd better learn to behave."
Next they take me to a room with a shower, and hook my wrists up so they are high overhead. I'm wetted down, and then both of them scrub me up and dry me off. What an indignity!
Next morning, an officer brings me my clothes, tells me to dress, and brings me out to my uncle. Not much is said.
When we get to the ranch, Uncle Jake tells Zeke, "I want you yo handle this." OK
No words are said, but I am firmly being led to the woodshed. Oh please! We get inside and Zeke says, "Take off your clothes." "I think this is against the law." "You were just at the police station, ya wanna call a cop?" "Now strip, or I'll do it for you." Wimpering, I take everying off. Zeke quickly brings me to the spanking device, which has me laying prostate, with my fanny up in the air, as a good target. My wrists and ankles are shackled, and leather straps are placed at my lower and upper back, as well as my thighs. Movement is impossible!
A rough peice of wood....WHACK....WHACK....WHACK....WHACK...
No amount of pleading helped.
I'm quivering amd wimpering, until I get a VERY thorough discipling.
Later when I'm pouting on my bunk, Zeke comes in and tells me to pull down my shorts. He rubbs something called cool ice over my butt. Felt good