This is part of the continuing story about a young man called Justin who was sent to work as a Jackaroo at a Cattle Station in the Australian outback in order to learn to grow-up. he has been mentored at the station by an experienced Jackaroo called Jake, and has recently become mates with Brett, a 19 year old from the next station who idolizes him.
Brett looked up in surprise as Justin stalked into the room.
"What did I tell you about wasting time ?" boomed Justin
"Uh ... dah ... ummm" stammered Brett as his latest, half-folded paper areoplane fell from his fingers.
"I said you'd have to PAY" yelled Justin, slamming his hand down on the table, and causing Brett to flinch.
"y-y--y-es " continued Brett as Justin strode to the cupboard and pulled out a fearsome looking cane.
Justin stepped forward, grabbed Brett by his shirt collar and jeans belt an physically lifted him up and over until he was stretched over the desk. He then reached around to the front of the quivering young man's jeans and ripped the fly open, before pulling them off in one dramatic pull. Brett winced at the sound of ripping, and winced again as he felt his briefs being pulled down and the cane tapped against his bare buns.
Justin paused and said "Give me one good reason not to cane you, and I will spare your butt any more stripes"
"uh .. I .. ummm " began Brett.
"Not a good enough reason" yelled Justin and he swung the cane hard across Brett's butt.
"Yeeeoowww" howled Brett in surprise at the power of Justin's strong right arm.
"Now ..." continued Justin " give me one good reason not to cane you "
"It huuuurts" moaned Brett before yelping in pain again as the next stroke impacted his butt.
"Not a good enough reason mate" said Justin, "now try again"
"Coz I won't waste time again sir" tried Brett, but moments later he was howling in pain again as the cane struck home.
"That is a given mate .. you won't waste time again, but it's no reason not to continue" said a determined Justin, before adding "now try again"
"Ummmmm ... because I'm really sorry" yelled Brett in desperation, but he howled as a fresh stripe appeared on his butt. Then he heard another voice in the distance, calling "Mate !!!!" . He looked around in surprise, and felt someone shaking him. He blinked and was looking in the concerned eyes of Justin.
Justin smiled as he saw the recognition in Brett's eyes and ruffled his hair saying "You woke us all up with your bloody yelling mate."
Justin looked around and saw that he was tangled up in his bed clothes and realised that he had been dreaming. He looked up to see the clock at 3:15am, and saw that he'd woken the whole bunk room, and smiled ruefully "uh .. sorry guys ... uh bad dream. "
Justin laughed softly and said "I'll say, sounded like someone was ripping off your hide with paint stripper mate "
Brett blushed , looked down and noticed his massive hard on.
Justin yawned and thumped Brett softly with a pillow saying "Well tell whoever it was to stop mate - we all need our sleep". He then jumped back into his own bed and rolled over, murmuring "nite guys." The other Jackaroos also got back into their bunks and were soon back asleep.
Brett lay awake in the darkness - trying to will away the image of Justin caning his butt, but he was so excited by the image , he couldn't. He couldn't go back to sleep in such a state, so he rolled on his side, thinking what a long night it was going to be.
A dozen kilometers away, and two hour later, Jake was lying, curled up by the remains of the camp fire, on his sleeping sheet in his dusty work clothes and boots. He was sleeping soundly when he felt the sharp sting of a size 14 boot kicking his tender bum hard.
He started awake and looked up "Hey !!!" and yelped as he felt and another kick.
"Awww " cooed John Taggart "did I wake you from your beauty sleep ?" He then gave another hard kick into the well defined backside, clad in tight, faded denim .
"Ok .. ok" muttered Jake as he stood quickly, avoiding the next kick. He looked about and saw that the sun had barely risen. ,It was a crisp morning and he shivered slightly in the cold.
Taggart was looking at him with a wolfish smile. "Ok pretty boy - get your designer arse into gear - you've got work to do"
"Sorry ?" said Jake, not comprehending, and was rewarded with a sharp whack of the cane across his butt. _d_a_m_n_ that stings he thought, and instantly regretted not noticing that Taggart had been hiding something behind his back.
"Do I have to spell it out for you boy?" said Taggart , holding the cane up menacingly.
Jake blinked back his confusion "Well .. yeah .. I don't know what you want me to do".
"Oh" said Taggart, musing thoughtfully before adding "well I'll tell you what you have to do, but you'll have to pay the penalty".
Jake sighed and nodded at the cane saying "and I suppose that is the penalty ?"
Taggart smiled and nodded "bright boy! ".
With a sigh Jake nodded and said "Ok ..ok .. please tell me what I have to do, and I will pay the penalty".
"Very well" said Taggart with a smile "you have to build a fire and cook me breakfast and then clean it all up and pack the whole camp all before 6:30."
"but ..." blustered Jake looking at his watch "It's 5:30 now ".
"Well you'd better stop wasting time mate" said Taggart "so you'd better get on with it, straight after paying the penalty". Jake sighed :ok ..ok " and pulled his jeans and briefs down and bent over, grabbling his ankles tightly.
Taggart stood behind him and smiling said "it's twelve this morning mate"
Jake just moaned and grabbed his ankles more tightly as he felt the first stroke bite into his backside. Thankfully, Taggart was evidently hungry for his own breakfast, because the twelve strokes came quickly and were not too hard. Jake heard Taggart tell him to stand, so he stood slowly, rubbed his buns quickly and pulled his jeans back up and ran off to find fire wood. He only paused to rearrange the hard-on squeezed into the front of his tight jeans.
An hour later, Taggart was sitting on a log having just eaten his breakfast, smiling slightly at Jake who was sweating profusely, and covered in grime as in filled in their camp latrine having just labored constantly at setting the fire up, preparing the meal and then cleaning up the site.
Jake was starving, his butt was stinging from the sweat trickling over the fresh welts, and the day had barely begun. He looked over at Taggart, his work at packing away the camp done.
Target looked around critically "Not bad mate - a bit slow, but I'll let that pass today". He stood and walked over to his horse. He had saved one piece of white bread from breakfast, and as he passed Jake he handed it to him saying "Eat while we ride mate".
Wincing to himself, Jake mounted his horse and took a bite out of the soggy bread. His stomach was rumbling and he knew he had a lot more physical work to do. As they both rode off to follow the boundary fence he trotted up to ride beside Taggart.
"I've gotta get more to eat than that mate " he complained.
Taggart sneered at him and said "Why ?"
"Well I'm working me guts out here - builds up an appetite and I'm not exactly fat".
Taggart smiled "Oh ?"
"Uh yeah" said Jake, a little unsure of where this was headed.
"Well that's too bad" snapped Taggart " you'll eat when I say you can".
Jake fumed silently as his tormentor trotted ahead, and so didn't see Taggart's smile.
After about an hour of riding in silence, they came across a damaged section of fence. Taggart reigned in his horse and said to Jake "well come on mate - get that arse of yours into gear and fix it !!"
With a simmering glare, Jake gently got off his horse - as his buns were still very sore and tender. He stood for a moment looking at the work to be done, but yelped in surprise as Taggart came up behind him and brought his riding crop down on Jake's butt.
"Get on with it" growled Taggart as Jake gently rubbed his butt and picked the tools out of the pack.
With a grumbling stomach and sore butt, Jake went over and got to work. He labored hard, digging and cutting and soon worked up a healthy sweat. After about half an hour he paused to stretch his back and looked over to Taggart sitting in the shade, under a tree - sipping from a cool water canteen. Jake also noticed that he had pulled the cane out, as it was lying on the ground beside him.
Taggart growled at Jake "Stop slacking there mate ".
"Yeah .. yeah " muttered Jake as he pulled his sweat-soaked shirt off, and threw it over his pack. Taggart leapt up impatiently and swung the cane hard, just as Jake bent over to pick up his tools.
Jake yelped in surprise as the cane cracked across his tightly stretched jeans with three hard, rapid fire strokes. First stroke got him just as he was bending over. He stood rapidly and the second cracked across his buns while he stood back up, and the third whacked into his bum, just as he contracted his buns from the sting of the previous two strokes. He reached back and rubbed his butt and turned to glare at Taggart. "Jeez mate , what was THAT for? he demanded.
"I said, get back to work !" said Taggart in a low voice, holding the cane up menacingly.
"Bloody hell mate" muttered Jake, gently rubbing his bum, "I was just stretchin for a sec "
"Don't give me that" said Taggart as he whacked the cane across Jake's bum as he stood before him. Jake turned to face Taggart - glaring at him, now openly angry.
"Just stop it" he yelled " Iet me be - I'll do the work !!"
"Awww " mocked Taggart " don't tell me big tough Jakey can't take his punishment !"
"No" said Jake hotly, "I can take any fair punishment if I deserve it, but you are just pickin on me coz you get off on caning my arse !!"
Tarrgat smiled slightly, and crossed his arms and looked Jake is the eye and asked "You reckon huh ?"
"Yeah" agreed Jake looking down at his feet , unsettled by Taggart's stare.
Taggart then really surprised Jake by laughing and saying "Jeez it took you long enough to work that out mate". He playfully gave the somber young man a shove.
Jake looked up and smiled uncertainly, saying "What do ya mean ?"
"This is a test that Bill Fraser likes to put one or two Jackaroo's through each year" said Taggart "but most guys don't last this long - they start complaining on the first day. They don't have a hide as tough as you". He then gave Jake a playful swat on his bum.
Jake smiled, and asked "But ... but what is the point of this then ?"
Taggart just said "Look, let me make you some breakfast and I'll tell you al about it".
Jake smiled in relief - the tension flowing out of his body "That would be great - I am starving ".
At about the same time the jackaroos back at the homestead had finished their breakfasts, and headed off to work. Brett had endured endless teasing about his loud dream of earlier in the morning. He claimed he couldn't remember what the dream was about, but he remembered it vividly. He also hadn't slept since the dream, because he could''t get that image of Justin disciplining him out of his mind - he found it very exciting .
Justin had joined in the teasing of Brett, but hadn't asked any more about the dream since they headed together over to the Boss's office. Brett was glad because it was distracting for him to be around Justin as he checked out Jus's arms and back and tried to work out if he would swing the cane that hard.
In fact he couldn't get this speculation out of his mind as they sat down in the office and started getting into the job of updating the mailing address databases on the station computer.
He did however notice that a silence had started. Justin was no longer chattering away about what he was doing. Indeed it dawned on Brett that Justin was staring at him - evidently having asked a question.
Brett focussed his eyes on Justin and asked "uh .. sorry mate .. what was that?"
Justin looked at Brett, his frustration building " weren't you listening mate ?"
Brett blushed and stammered "ummm . uh .. well .. I was uh .. thinking "
Justin gave him a quick friendly clip behind the ear and said " Well start listening mate coz the Boss will tan both our hides if he find you daydreaming ".
Brett winced and rubbed behind his ear and nodded in agreement "I'm sorry mate". He was feeling tired and emotional and seemed close to breaking down into tears.
Justin noticed how emotional and withdrawn his mate had seemed this morning and reassured him "Aww that's ok mate " while patting him on the back. "Something's been bothering you all morning Brett - what is it ?"
Brett sighed "aww it's nothing - but thanks mate".
Justin tried again "Well it seems like more than nothing if you are this distracted "
Brett couldn't talk about it with Justin so said "No really - it's ok"
Justin looked less than satisfied but just said "Well if you want to talk - just say ok ?"
"Ok mate" agreed Brett.
Justin then gave him another friendly shove and said." .. and in the meantime, pay attention !"
Brett smirked and mocked "Yes SIR!"
Justin smirked too. "You're lucky I don't cane you myself, for such insolence "
Brett felt a surge of excitement at hearing that . He blushed and looked at the floor as he said "uh .. well maybe you should"
Justin laughed and gave Brett a friendly shove saying "As if mate - I wouldn't do that to you!"
With a gulp Brett looked up at Justin and said "Why not ?"
Justin looked closely at Brett and saw that he was serious, and so asked "What - you really want me to ?"
Brett blushed even more deeply and looked down at the floor and mumbled "uh ... yeah".
Justin sat back in his chair and looked across at Brett. "Jeez mate .. I dunno ...." he mused, but was interrupted as the office door with thrown open by Bill Fraser who was followed by a stocky, lean and muscular man in his late twenties. He was wearing tight-fitting army fatigue trousers, boots and a really tight t-shirt that highlighted his strongly muscled torso . The short copped hair and reflector sun-glasses combined to make him look like a Marine from some movie.
The Boss was mid sentence saying "... so come on and meet the last two lads, who are working off punishment by being cooped up in office work." He looked over at Justin and Brett slumped in their chairs and added " .. or at least that is what they are supposed to be doing !!".
The younger man stepped into the room and looked around. A look of recognition dawned on Brett's face, and he said "Jeez it's ... it's .. Harry McDonald ".
Harry laughed and put out his hand to shake Brett's own out-stretched arm and said "That's right Brett mate - I was wondering if you'd recognize me, I haven't see you in years".
Justin stood cautiously as Brett introduced him to Harry - who was the nephew of the station owner, and had just retired from the Army. Brett's family had know his family for years and had met Harry several times before he left to enlist in the Army. Justin winced slightly when he shook his hand, as he had a vice like grip.
The Boss the added "Yeah, young Harry here wants to get to know station operations, so we thought we'd make him your new senior Jackaroo - since he was a drill Sergeant in the army he knows how to control a rowdy rabble like you lot !!!"
Justin looked alarmed "But what about Jake ? isn't he ....?
"Oh we have something new for him to do" said the Boss with a slight smile.
"But ..." protested Justin lamely.
"Just wait - you'll find out" said the Boss.
With that, the Boss turned to Harry and said "Look mate - it seems these two haven't been exactly busy this morning - you're now responsible for their discipline. This is as good a time as any to start - so tell me how you'll handle it "
Brett looked across at Justin with a worried glance as Harry said "Well they obviously need a fire-cracker lit under 'em, and if I'm not mistaken - you use the cane to do that !"
"Exactly" enthused Bill Fraser, who clapped Harry on the shoulder and said " so come on, let's get on with it, I want to see what your technique is like"
Harry nodded and took the cane which the Boss had retrieved from its cupboard. He looked at Justin and Brett and asked "Ok - so who wants to go first ?".
After all the chat about getting caned by Justin, Brett was feeling ready for some hard stripes across his backside and so nodded at Harry and said "I'll go".
Harry nodded saying "Ok mate - just remember I won't go easy on ya, now get yourself into position ". Brett smiled slightly and dropped his shorts and briefs and bent over and grabbed his ankles. Harry swung the cane for a few practice swings before saying "I think Brett here should get nine of the best and Justin should get 12."
"Very good" said the Boss approvingly.
Justin's eyes widened and he asked "How come I get extra?"
"Oh well you are getting 15 now because you ask impertinent questions" snapped Harry with all the tone of a Sergeant chewing out a recruit "but you were getting 12 because you are supposed to be guiding young Brett and not leading him astray"
Justin gulped nervously and just nodded, as Harry swung the cane for Brett's first hard stroke.
Brett grunted at the hard impact. After three he was gasping more loudly and after five he yelped in pain. Justin noted the perfectly parallel, clear red stripes which appeared on his mate's buns - this guy knew just what he was doing. The Boss was looking on approvingly.
The last four strokes caused Brett to nearly jump up in pain, but he just held on, and moaned quietly as the ninth struck. He stood slowly when given permission and wiped his teary eyes, and then rubbed his sore buns.
Harry shook his hands approvingly and said "well taken mate - now wait and watch this one". Brett nodded and stood gently rubbing his buns and watching poor Justin.
Harry then turned to Justin and motioned with the cane that he should take position. With a sigh he dropped his shorts and briefs and bent over. He soon felt the cane tapping his bum, then he heard the swish .. followed by an explosion of pain. Justin gasped in shock . He had no hope of not yelping and yelling when the seventh hard stroke cut across his bum, following on after the first six, all given, it seemed to him, extra hard.
Justin was openly tearful as the twelfth struck soon followed by the last three given quick fire and extra hard. This caused Justin to howl in pain and leap up after the 15th to rub his backside feverishly.
"Did I say you could stand ?" asked Harry.
"N-n-no" sobbed Justin, as he rubbed his very sore backside.
"Well, standing gets you three more mate, bend back over " said Harry firmly.
"But ... but ...." pleased Justin tearfully.
"Oh sorry mate - I meant 6 more ... unless there are more complaints ?" replied Harry.
With a deep, mournful sigh - Justin bent back over and grabbed his ankles as tightly as he could. The extra six were given in two sets of three quick fire strokes. Justin shut his eyes, and grit his teeth tightly and concentrated on staying in position. Each stroke forced a groan from him and tears flowed down his face.
Harry stood back and admired the 21 strokes visible on Justin's backside. He could tell that this lad was going to need a firm hand !
"Ok mate - you can stand now" he said.
Justin stood slowly and shook hands with Harry and smiled weakly at Brett, who was watching pale faced from the side.
"Now you guys get back to work" said Harry, as he put the cane away. "I don't want to have to use this again on either of you, but I will if you don't start pulling your fingers out".
The Boss smiled and muttered "Excellent work" as he headed out the door to continue the tour.
As he walked too the door, Harry turned and glanced at Justin who was looking miserable and sorry for himself,, and laughed cheerfully. Harry reached over and ruffled his hair saying "C'mon cheer up mate - you'll get used to the new routine, and you'll really benefit from it !"
With a cheery wave he headed out the door, and Justin and Brett were left in silence, staring at each other, and with a big pile of work to get on with.
Meanwhile Jake sat back after his breakfast. His stomach was full now, but his butt was still stinging from the canings he had endured all morning, but his head was spinning from what Taggart had told him.
"You've gotta be kidding " he said.
"No mate" assured Taggart "they really want you to be the new Boss of all the workers."
But .. but ..." protested Jake "I've still got Uni to complete, and I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that."
"Look Bill Fraser will still be there as Operations Director to kick your butt if needed, so this will be a job about managing, inspiring and disciplining people - not just the Jackaroos, but all the property workers" said Taggart. "The reason" he continued "you were put through this ordeal was to see if you would stand up to authority when something unfair was happening."
Jake smiled ruefully.
"So all that macho effort you put into taking all those stripes from me " said Taggart with a chuckle "was unnecessary - once you called that I was being unfair and sadistic, I knew you were ready. I just didn't expect that you'd take so much abuse without complaining !!"
Jake laughed saying "Don't remind me" as he stood and gave his backside another rub. He then stretched again and said "Well, I'd better get going back to the house."
"You were right about one thing mate " said Taggart, looking up suddenly.
"What's that ?" asked Jake as he began to pack his things for the ride back to the homestead.
"I got off on caning your backside " said Taggart with a smile "it's a real pleasure".
Jake smiled and blushed saying "er .. Thanks .. I think".
"Before you go, do you want one last session ?" asked the Boundary Rider with a grin. "You were a naughty boy by arguing with me like that and should be punished !!"
Jake felt a stirring in his groin and a tingle in his buns at the thought of another caning.
Taggart smiled as he saw the bulge in Jake's jeans grow and said "Twelve of the best is the offer mate - you game ?"
Jake took a deep breath and thought for a moment, An hour earlier he was ready to punch Taggart's lights out, but now he was actually thinking of submitting to an unnecessary caning . He then smiled and nodded his agreement to Taggart before unbuckling his belt and bending over.
Taggart stepped over and took aim at those muscular buns and swung back - he was going to make this last one count. The cane THWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAACKed !!!! in to Jakes bum and he gasped in agony.
The second THWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAACKED and he muttered "Oh man mate - ease up !!!"]
The third , fourth and fifth all THWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAACKED and Jake held position and tried not to yell out. At the sixth though he couldn't help yelping .
He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the seventh, eighth and ninth and took each stoically, before the tenth broke his resolve and he groaned more loudly and his eyes teared up.
The last two both caused him to yell yeoooww loudly and it was a red-faced and teary eyed Jake who stood at the end. he rubbed his butt harm, pulled his jeans back up. Taggart watched regretfully - feeling sorry he would be unlikely to ever have the chance to cane Jake again.
Jake said to Taggart "well that hurt like hell mate" and shook his hand.
"My pleasure mate" said Taggart with a smile as he shook Jake's hand and gave his butt a playful swat.
Soon however, Jake was gently lowering that butt back into the saddle as he headed back towards the Homestead. Taggart watched him go - knowing it wasn't often that he got the chance to cane someone who could take it that well. He had an idea about what he would dream about that night .....
to be continued.