A boy's journal of his life in 1902
Jerry and I had _s_e_x_ and spanking sessions at least three times a week for the next couple weeks. We would have done it more often except for the work we had to do for our families. My Dad keeps me very busy in his blacksmith's shop. Jerry's Dad is the town doctor and mortician.
Our _s_e_x_ life would come to a sudden end very soon.
We had a day off from our work and wanted to ride in the hills. I asked Dad if I could use one of his horses, but he had to put new shoes on them. Jerry asked his Dad, but he needed it to get some medical supplies in a nearby town. Lou was now speaking to us. We asked if we could borrow his brother's horse. Lou said his brother wasn't feeling well and we could have the horse for a few hours.
Jerry was the more experienced rider, so I sat behind him. We didn't ware shirts. That way I could play with Jerry's hips, tits and chest as we rode. He liked that. We wore denim pants and cowboy boots. Both our pants were about an inch too wide for us at the waist. At times they hung down nearly to the cracks in our butts and our pubic hair in front. We both thought that was a little _s_e_x_y. We liked wearing them that way about town and to school.
Kids seem always to say they'll be gone for an hour or two. But an hour or two for kids can easily turn into three, four or five hours. We were having a lot of fun riding in the hills and finding old Indian things and abandoned barns and caves. We sort of mapped out the places so we could find them again.
We found a place that was really neat and played out one of our spanking and _s_e_x_ scenes. This was one glorious day. Then we looked at the sun slightly setting in the west. It was getting late. We had to leave and get home fast.
It was a no nonsense ride back to town and to Lou's house to return the horse. About a mile out of town the sheriff spotted us and said:
"You boys are horse thieves, and I'm going to bring you to the jail for questioning and possible arrest."
"Sheriff, we did not steal this horse. We borrowed it from Lou. We had permission. How can you say we're horse thieves?" I cried out in vain.
The Sheriff tied a rope around each of our wrists and secured it to our saddle; then he tied a rope from our horse to his and lead us to town. Jerry and I were both scared but thought this had to work out all right for us.
Lou, his brother and his mom and dad were at the Sheriff's office when we got there. They all said we did not have permission to take the horse and that we stole it. Lou's brother said he was not sick, as we claimed that was what Lou said when we asked permission. Lou's Dad said Jerry and I should be horsewhipped or worse. The two of us were stunned and in shock.
Just then, Jerry's parents came to the Sheriff's office. They could not believe their son could be a horse thief. They tried in vain to defend him. Eventually they relented that Jerry and I should be punished harshly. The truth may never be known, they said. But Jerry and I had the horse in our possession and appeared to be guilty of at least taking a ride without permission.
My Dad was the last to enter the office. He and the Sheriff went off to a small room and talked for a short time. When they came out, my Dad said:
"I'll punish the boys very hard, but I'm not going to do it in public as we usually do. Anyone interested in seeing the punishment may come. It will be held at noon tomorrow at my shop."
"I'm going to keep these boys in jail from now until the time of punishment," the Sheriff said. "After they have been punished, I'll bring them back to the jail and we'll wait until the traveling judge comes to town next Monday."
I knew Lou was lying and had set us up. He was making an effort, a good one, to get back at us for punishing him over that rattlesnake incident. The one thing about Lou that will break this thing is that he can't keep his _f_u_c_k_ing mouth shut. He's going to tell someone the truth to get some bragging rights. I think that will happen in at least two days. When the truth does come out, after Jerry and I have been punished really hard, Lou is going to be in big trouble. I can't wait to be around to see that.
I have a gut feeling what our punishment from Dad will be. It's going to be very, very painful. I've faced that kind of punishment before but Jerry has not. This is going to be really hard on this kid. I think he has some idea what's going to happen. There's no use explaining to him what I think it will be. That would only frighten him more. I thought a little _s_e_x_ might relax him, but he seemed too nervous to want to do it. The subject was avoided.
The night in that jail didn't bother me much but it did Jerry. He spent a very restless night and kept me awake a lot. The orphanage had a similar jail for kids awaiting punishment. I'd been in it a few times. This was nothing new to me, but it was for Jerry. I felt sorry for him. It was really scary for me my first time.
Dad came to the jail about a half hour before noon to get us. Lou and his family were there as well as Jerry's family. Our friend's Lou and Sam were outside along with some curious townspeople who wanted a cheap thrill watching us go to get punished. I was surprised to see our teacher, Miss Webster, there in the small crowd.
The Sheriff had Jerry and me shackled with chains around our ankles, waists and wrists and shackled us together with a few feet of chain separating us. We didn't ware shirts or shoes. All we had on was denim pants. I thought this shackling part was totally ridiculous. We're just two little 13-year-old boys who pose no danger to anyone.
The Sheriff lead this small parade down the middle of Main Street to Dad's shop. Dad was right behind us holding a whip. The whole town could see what was about to happen. A few more people joined this parade. . In a few minutes we arrived at Dad's shop, and I was surprised to see six more people standing there ready to watch, including the town Preacher. I thought all this attention was silly. Are they going to hang us afterward? That won't happen. Only the traveling judge could order that.
Dad had removed all the horses, wagons and carriages he was working on from the shop. There was plenty of room for people to come in and watch the first part of our punishment. I was pretty sure there would be two parts: a spanking followed by a whipping.
Dad sat at the far end of the shop so people could gather in and watch. He set up his stool and ordered us to strip. That simply meant unshackling us and taking off our pants. Our naked backsides were to our grateful audience.
Dad looked at our backsides and wondered why they were slightly red.
"I guess from riding the horse yesterday, Dad." I didn't want to tell him that Jerry and I spanked each other fairly hard.
"You don't get that red on your butts from riding a horse, son. Did you two spank each other?"
"Yes, Dad, we did. It was just playful fun, nothing to it."
"Did you two fondle each other?" Dad asked.
To my total surprise Jerry said yes, we had _s_e_x_. I would not have admitted to that. He is digging us deeper and deeper in trouble.
"THEY SPILLED THEIR SEED ON EACH OTHER. THIS IS SODOMY. THIS IS AGAINST THE HOLY BIBLE. HORSEWHIP BOBBY," yelled the mother of Lou.
I looked back and saw Lou with a smile on his face. That son-of-a-bitch will get his due very soon. What is this woman yelling about us spilling our seed? What the _f_u_c_k_ am I supposed to fertilize? I've been spilling my cum since I learned how to do it, as often as I could. No one ever told me I was going to Hell because I "spilled" my seed. What the _f_u_c_k_ is this woman talking about? I'll bet her lying son Lou creams every time he gets a chance.
"MY SON, JERRY, WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING IF IT WERE NOT FOR THAT ORPHAN BOY BOBBY. BULLWHIP HIM," yelled the mother of Jerry.
Jerry is no holier than thou kid, lady. He asked for it and enjoyed it and wanted it more. In no way could I yell back at those people. But when she said bullwhip me I just looked up at Dad with pleading eyes. These people would make me horse meat in seconds.
"TIM, THAT BOBBY HAS BEEN A TROUBLE MAKER SINCE YOU BROUGHT HIM TO THIS TOWN. I SAY BULLWHIP HIM, TAR AND FEATHER THAT KID AND SEND HIM BACK TO THE ORPHANAGE," yelled Lou's mother.
All I could do was think in silence. Me a troublemaker? Yea, right. I got spanked and whipped for being late to my Dad's shop. I got spanked at school for not handing in my assignment, which I later proved I could answer all questions correctly, and the rest of the class was a failure. Forget the bullwhip and tar and feather _s_h_i_t_. I'm willing to go back to that orphanage now, no problem. I just looked up at Dad with more pleading eyes. Surely to God he wouldn't let what that woman said happen to me.
"I don't bullwhip or horsewhip 13-year-old boys, people. We don't tar and feather kids. I'll punish these boys very hard, and you can watch," Dad calmly said to the people.
"THAT BOBBY IS A SINNER BEFORE GOD. HE STOLE A HORSE AND COMMITTED SODOMY. I SAY HE SHOULD GET THE WORST OF ALL PUNISHMENTS," yelled Lou's mother.
I wish that bitch would shut her _f_u_c_k_ing mouth. She's making me very nervous. Jerry's crying like a baby, already. All I want is this punishment to get the hell over with. I looked at Dad. If he could read my mind, he would hear me say punish me and take me back to the orphanage. How will I ever survive in this town after all this?
Jerry and I have been standing naked at almost ramrod attention for what seemed like an hour. It probably wasn't, but it seemed that way. This crowd is almost like a lynch mob. At least Dad and the Sheriff are keeping things from getting out of control. I was really getting pissed at all this yelling. All I wanted was for the punishment to get over with. Jerry was shaking a bit and crying. Maybe I can get out of this town and go back to the orphanage, but Jerry can't leave this place. Today is going to haunt him for a long time.
"People, be quiet. Please. I'm going to start the punishments now. Each boy will receive 20 hard spanks. Then they are going to be tied to the tree beside our house and receive 40 lashes each. If either can't take the full whipping at this time, I will stop. We will resume the whipping on that boy when Doc Adams says he can finish his punishment."
I didn't think Dad would go as far as 40 lashes for each of us. That is a lot. It might be hard for me to take that, let alone Jerry. Dad chose Jerry to be first. Jerry positioned himself over Dad's lap and was held securely by Dad's free hand.
Dad is more than six feet tall and probably more than 200 pounds of muscle. He has huge hands and powerful arms. A spanking from him is really painful. He hits hard, and his hand never seems to get tired. He started hammering away at Jerry's ass with such force and intensity that Jerry could not control himself. He was howling really loud from the first spank to the last. Everyone watched as Jerry's ass turned redder and redder. It took Dad about 10 minutes to spank Jerry the full 20. When he was finished Jerry, got up but seemed weak from the spanking. He acted a little dizzy and in shock while crying his heart out.
Then it was my turn. I positioned myself over Dad's lap and prepared myself as best I could. I usually try to clinch my teeth and take the spanks in silence for as long as I can, to show my bravery. I didn't think it would be a good idea this time. This crowd wanted to hear cries and sounds of pain, a lot of pain. If they thought I could take 15 or 20 spanks without screaming, they might scream for me to get more. Their desire was to break me down and put me in as much pain as possible. This time I decided to start screaming from spank one.
Dad's first spank hit my butt with a beauty that stung like bees. I screamed out as loud as I could. He went on and on for the full twenty. I tried to squirm around his lap, but he held me firm. I howled and cried throughout the whole time of the punishment. The crowd applauded when he finished with me. They didn't applaud Dad for punishing Jerry, but they did for me. I couldn't understand why they hated me so much. I guess Jerry is a town son, I'm not. I'm an outsider.
Jerry was standing watching my spanking with his backside to the crowd. I looked at him when I left my Dad's lap and saw his eyes filled with tears about the next portion of our punishment. This boy did not want to be tied up by his wrists and whipped with a whip. At that moment I knew he wouldn't be able to take the full 40 lashes. I thought he would give in at about 12 or 15, maybe less.
I didn't know if I could take a full 40 lashes. That's never happened to me. I would try my best to do it, because I didn't want to go through this again when whoever said I was ready for the remainder of my punishment. The thing about physical punishment for me is that I want it over with as quickly as possible.
Dad led us out to the backyard and to the tree. Dad or someone had already arranged two ropes with loops hanging from two branches. We would have our wrists tied to those loops and stretched to take the remainder of our punishment.
Dad tied Jerry first, then me. Our feet could touch the ground. He then tied our ankles so we couldn't fly about trying to avoid his whip. Our backsides were still to the crowd. I looked at Jerry, and his _c_o_c_k_ was limp as a noodle--so was mine. This was no turn on. This was real time punishment that meant a lot of pain with absolutely no _s_e_x_ual excitement.
I watched Jerry as that whip started landing on his already sore ass. He howled out in pain. Those first few red marks would soon turn into a string of welts. Dad gave Jerry twelve lashes before he started on his back. Jerry kept screaming and crying. Some of the whiplashes landed on his chest, which seemed to take the breath out of him. This boy was going to have a very welted back and chest in a short time. I knew he couldn't take much more. He had received nearly 15 lashes by now and was seeming to go limp, just hanging there with no strength in his body. Dad stopped at number 16.
Doc Adams came to his son to examine him along with Dad. They said he had enough and could take no more. Dad cut him down, and Jerry literally fell into his Dad's arms. He was carried into our house to be treated. The crowd said nothing and seemed relieved that Jerry's punishment was cut short.
Now it was my turn. As soon as Dad started lashing my ass the crowd yelled, "Whip him." I don't know why these people hate me so much.
Dad had no mercy on me. He did to me the same as he did to Jerry. I've experienced a lot of pain in my short life but this was horrible. I cried and howled. The crowd yelled, "Whip him, whip him." This made me feel worse and I cried out more.
His whip cracked across my ass, cut into my shoulders and lashed at my chest with a vengeance and crossed over painfully hitting my beloved tits. He was coming up to number 24. There was no way I could make it to 40 lashes. I started to go limp as number 25 hit me. Dad knew I was finished for now. The remaining 15 would come later when I've regained my strength and healed a bit.
Dad cut me down from the tree. Doc Adams and Mom helped me into the house to lay next to Jerry and be treated. I was in so much pain I could hardly hear or make out the rambling of voices in the backyard. I could sense they were still an angry crowd. Jerry was asleep. I fell asleep, too.
Within an hour or so we woke up and were still crying in pain. The Sheriff wanted to take us back to the jail. I was told later that the original plan was to make us walk shackled together in chains to the jail so the people could see the pain on our faces and the welts on our bodies. That idea was scratched, because Jerry and I at 13 were in no condition to do what they expected adult men to do. Instead we were laid on a wagon and hauled to the jail. People could still see the welts on us and do what they seemed to do best, applaud.
Doc Adams and Mom treated us almost round the clock to help ward off infections and sooth us. Such treatment might not have been given an adult man, but Jerry was Doc Adams' son. Mom seemed to be the town nurse.
A couple days passed by with most of the time spent sleeping. Then Jerry and I heard a commotion in the Sheriff's office. Joe and Sam were accusing Lou of lying to get us into trouble. They said Lou told them the whole story. That would not have clinched it for us except that Harry, owner of the General Store, overheard the boys and came forward to verify it. Everyone believed Harry. He was one of the most trusted souls in town.
Lou was now in a heap of trouble. The Sheriff was going to charge him with lying, filing a false report and keeping the lie going while Jerry and I were punished severely. That day Jerry and I were released and sent home.
The next day it was Lou's turn to be punished. He got the same treatment as us: the shackles, the parade to Dad's shop, the crowd watching, the spanking and the 40 lashes with the whip.
Dad wanted me to watch the whole thing. I didn't care to. I stayed in the house. Jerry did the same and stayed at home.
From my room I could hear the crowd. Most of all, I could hear the screams coming from Lou. It seemed he wanted to give up after the 20 spanks. Dad wouldn't let him. He was tied to the tree to be whipped but couldn't get past 10 lashes before going limp. That pussy. Does he really want to drag this punishment out at 10 lashes a trip? He's crazy.
They finished with Lou for this round. I could hear some people in the crowd yell get "Bobby out of town." I cried. Not from the pain of my punishment but for the hatred these people have toward me. I didn't understand it or think I deserved it.
I was up and about the next day, sore and full of welts, but I could manage myself.
"Dad, Mom, I want to go back to the orphanage today, please. There's no place here for me. I'm not wanted."
There was no objection from them.
I packed my few belongings and got behind Dad on his horse. My butt was really sore. Mom put a cushion on the saddle to help me. There were no goodbys to my few friends or anyone. We just rode off.
When we got to the orphanage, I got off Dad's horse. He handed me some papers. I started walking up the stairs thinking Dad was tying the horse and was coming behind me. I turned to look, but he rode off very fast. No goodby. No wave. Nothing. So much for the Dad that was never my Dad.
I felt sad.
I walked into the building and met Old _s_h_i_t_head, who also didn't give me a welcoming home sign. He just told me to put my things away quickly and then join the work detail.
I have four and a half more _f_u_c_k_ing years in this place before I turn 18 and can leave. I'm so depressed now that maybe I'll try to leave sooner. There's gotta be a life for me somewhere. I want to make something of myself someday.
Epilogue: Bobby was born in 1889 and was put up for adoption three weeks after his parents died in a terrible fire. He left the orphanage at age 15 to join the wildcatters searching for oil in Oklahoma. By age 20 he was very good at the skills the men taught him. He kept up his studies: to read, to write and to do math. He left the wildcatters to join the Tulsa Oil Company. Soon he rose up the ranks and became a star player. He took cash and stock for his wages. That company merged with others to become a bigger company. Bobby became Robert Wellington with a name change. He rose to become Chairman of the Board of the new oil company. Over the years, Mr. Wellington donated more than 3-million-dollars to the orphanages where he lived as a child. His endowments to the University of Oklahoma have helped thousands of young people obtain their dreams with scholarships. His donations helped many medical research programs. He died in 1972 at the age of 83. His survivors were his wife of 58 years, two sons and two daughters. He left an estate of 94-million-dollars, a 25-room mansion and a 4,500 acre ranch. On his large tombstone are the words, "I want to be somebody someday." From "Bobby's Journal, 1902."