Brad and Nick Williams are two strapping young lads who were raised in the country by parents who were very traditional in their ways of disciplining their children.
Brought up on a healthy diet of hard work, physical exercise and regular beatings whenever they erred, the boys knew well the importance of maintaining a proper balance between their studies and their regular chores on the farm.
Brad, 20, was the eldest of the two boys and was charged with setting an example to his younger brother, Nick, who had just turned 17. He was also the one that was more often in trouble with his father and in need of punishment. Not that Nick was spared. On the contrary, Nick had also been raised in the same strict manner and he, too, had experienced his share of punishments over the years.
But as the eldest, Brad's punishments were extremely intense and were always witnessed by his younger brother in the hope that they would be a good example to him. Indeed, even if the boys had not erred in any way, from time to time their father would administer a solid thrashing as a warning to them to keep "on the straight and narrow."
Some time ago, their parents decided to go on a holiday and to leave the running of the farm to the boys - with Brad in charge for the six weeks. To ensure that the boys would manage the situation in a mature and responsible manner and to avoid the temptation that they might "slack off", Brad and Nick were called to the study one evening where their father was to lay down the ground rules.
Concerned that he did not seem to have the boys' full attention, Jack Williams soon became infuriated.
"I don't feel that either of you are listening to me," he complained to his sons. "So I think it's time I got your attention first and then we'll start again. Both of you get down to the shed, strip naked and get ready for some punishment."
Now he had their attention! But it was too late.
Brad and Nick headed for the shed without question. They well knew that this was no time to even hesitate, let alone to argue the point.
Thrashings in the Williams' households were always delivered across the boys' butts and, if the punishments were to be effective, they had to be severe, their father believed. Tonight was to be no exception!
As the two boys entered the shed, they immediately stripped. They had been told to get ready for punishment and they dare not run the risk of their father arriving to find that they had not followed his instruction.
After what seemed a lengthy period of time, which was quite deliberate on their father's part, Jack arrived ready to administer some solid discipline. Anticipation of punishment was a beneficial effect he strongly believed. He surveyed the two fine young bodies before him.
Both of them were perfect specimens of young manhood with well tanned bodies as a result of their regular outdoor work. They were strong and well proportioned with solid thighs, biceps and thick firm buttocks. Young Nick, particularly, had a very smooth body with a well developed chest for a 17 year old.
"Maybe this will get your undivided attention," he said as he reached for the cane. "Brad, you're first, boy! Over the work table and be quick."
As instructed, Brad approached the table and bent down low. He knew the caning would be hard and it was. Jack slowly administered twelve solid strokes, the last two across the upper thighs.
"Get up," Jack Williams instructed.
Grateful that the caning was completed, Brad rose and rubbed his butt furiously in a rather futile attempt to relieve the pain. Apart from the last two strokes on the thighs he had taken his punishment without a whimper.
"Your turn, Nick."
As the boy assumed the position over the bench, his father noticed that Nick still had four faint stripes still remaining on his buttocks from his caning just over a week ago. Undaunted by this, Jack laid another twelve of the best across his son's butt. Unlike his brother, Brad, Nick screamed as each stroke cut across him. When told to stand he was a quivering mess to say the least.
Jack Williams surveyed his two naked sons standing in front of him. They certainly seemed chastened and now ready to give their total attention to his instructions. He outlined, in detail, to them the things that needed to be attended to whilst he was away and he pointed out to Nick that Brad was in charge.
"Do you understand all I have told you? Has it sunk in?" he asked the boys.
"Yes, Sir," they both replied.
"And you, Nick – you will do exactly what your brother tells you to do at all times. Otherwise he has my full authority to administer whatever punishment he considers appropriate. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad."
"And if it's necessary for Brad to punish you, I'll give you another dose when I get home. Understand?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Well, just to make sure you both fully understand everything I have told you, I think we'll finish up with a little more punishment. Nick, go inside and get me the razor strop from the bathroom."
"I'm sure we both understand everything, Dad," Brad replied. "We don't need any more punishment."
"Excuse me." His father replied. "At this stage, I'm still in charge and I haven't asked for your advice, young man. You're in charge when I'm away. Now you'll both do exactly as I say. And if I think you need more punishment, then it's not open for discussion. All right?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Now, Nick. As I said, do and get the razor strop and be quick about it."
Still totally naked, Nick moved quickly to the house and soon returned with the strap which he handed to his father.
"I'm going to give each of you twenty lashes to make sure you don't forget anything I've told you. But in your case, Brad, you're going to get another twenty for offering me your advice when it wasn't asked for. Now get yourself over the table, boy!"
Brad quickly approached the work table. He wasn't prepared to risk any more for being hesitant. He bent down low over the table and grabbed the other side firmly for support.
"Feet apart," snapped his father and Brad instantly obeyed.
Jack doubled up the strap and took aim. With a mighty force he slammed the strap down hard across both buttocks. The pain was intense, especially after the caning Brad had already received. Again and again he flayed into Brad until the first twenty solid lashes had found their mark. He paused for some ten seconds or more between each lash, just to ensure that his son fully savoured the punishment and then instructed the boy to get up.
Brad was not a happy boy! The tears were rolling down his face and he grabbed for his buttocks in an attempt to relieve the pain.
"Nick!"
One word was all that was necessary from his father. Nick knew it was now his turn for punishment and he spread himself over the table. He was in already tears long before the first lash of the razor strop was to land across his already bruised and sore buttocks.
The boy literally screamed in agony from the very first stroke. Although he was such a strong young man and well used to physical discipline he had a very low pain threshold and was totally unable to withstand the savage thrashing his father was administering. His body squirmed and jerked as each stroke laid into him.
Brad became more and more concerned as he witnessed each successive stroke landing across his brother's bruised and battered buttocks. Not that he felt any particular compassion for Nick. It was more because he realised that with each stroke of the razor strop Nick received, it was getting closer and closer to his own additional lashing. By the time the twenty strokes were completed both boys were really in a sad state.
"Right, Brad. Your turn again. Do you understand why you are getting more punishment?" his father asked as Brad again assumed the punishment position.
"Yes, Dad."
"Well, tell me why?"
"Because I questioned the need for more punishment when you were in charge."
"Correct. You don't question my authority just as Nick is not to question your authority when you're in charge."
And with that, Jack again laid into his son with a further twenty strokes of the razor strop.
Punishment was now completed, and Jack left his sons to compose themselves and to get dressed. He felt quite assured that they would both follow his directions whilst he was away from the farm. Otherwise they both well knew that they would be in for a lot worse when he returned from holidays.
But little did Nick know what lay in store for him with Brad in charge!
Almost immediately after Jack and his wife left for their holidays Brad began to exercise the authority given to him in managing the farm. Sure, he worked tirelessly but at the same time he expected everyone else to do exactly the same and his younger brother, Nick, was to be no exception.
As it was now the summer school holidays, Nick was expected to work day in and day out with the farm chores. Brad had completely curtailed any social activities that Nick had planned and set him to work daily from early in the morning until late at night. Milking the cows, tending the fields, mending the fences – he had never worked so hard and so consistently in all his life.
For much of the time, the two of them worked side by side in the fields throughout the hot summer's day. Stripped to the waist, Nick's muscles sparkled in the bright sunlight as he heaved bales of hay onto the truck in readiness for storage.
But the pace at which he was working was not always up to his brother's satisfaction and Brad told him so in no uncertain terms on frequent occasions.
"What would Dad say if he had to keep complaining about you slacking off?" Brad asked of him.
"He'd probably give me the strap," Nick replied, "But Dad's not here at the moment, is he?"
"Don't get smart with me, boy," Brad retorted, "Or I'll give you the biggest flogging of your life."
Nick hadn't even contemplated his own brother giving him a hiding and treated the comment far too lightly for his own good.
"Perhaps you don't remember the hiding we both got before they went away. Dad stated that whilst he is away I am in total charge and that I have full authority to administer whatever punishment I consider to be appropriate. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember but I don't think he meant you could give me a hiding," Nick replied.
"Whatever punishment is appropriate is what he said, Nick. And the pace you're going, I think it I only a matter of time before I give you a _d_a_m_n_ good hiding – one that you won't forget too easily. Now get on with the work and speed it up a bit. This is your last warning. O. K?"
Brad sounded as though he meant every word and Nick immediately got stuck into the task at hand. The mere suggestion of another hiding was enough to give him a bout of renewed energy. Regrettably, however, it was not last and some time later when Brad returned to see how the work was going he caught Nick sound asleep under a nearby tree.
"That does it," he said as he grabbed Nick and frogmarched him towards the shed. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Nick. "
Nick's heart was beating furiously as he feared what was in store for him. As they entered the shed, Brad released his grip and threw the boy to the ground. Nick watched as Brad upended the work table and laid it against the wall of the shed at an angle of around thirty degrees. What was he doing, he wondered? He didn't have to wonder much longer!
"Now, strip!" his brother commanded. "Shorts, briefs, shoes, socks." The boy was already bare from the waist up, having just been dragged in from the fields. "Now get over here."
As instructed, Nick quickly stripped and got over to the upturned table which was now leaning against the wall of the shed. Brad reached for some straps that were lying nearby and tied one around each of Nick's wrists. He then fastened each strap to one of the upturned legs of the work table. To secure the boy firmly, he tied another strap around each ankle and fastened them to the bottom legs of the table. Nick was now firmly held against the table with his arms stretched above his head and his legs spread wide apart.
"Why have you tied me up? What are you going to do?" Nick pleaded.
"I warned you that if you were slack, I'd give you a good flogging and I've tied you so you won't jump all over the place as you usually do when you're punished. We've both had more than enough punishment from Dad over the years but the way you jump about is just ridiculous. Even when I was your age, I didn't put on such a show as you do."
"Yes, but it hurts," Nick replied.
"I know that quite well. But today you can just yell your heart out and you won't be able to move a muscle."
Although strapped firmly to the table, out of the corner of his eye Nick could see that Brad had picked up one of the riding crops and he cringed in anticipation.
"How many are you going to give me?" he asked.
"Fifty."
"Fifty!"
"Yes, fifty and that's just the start! I warned you that if you stepped out of line again I'd give you the biggest flogging of your life, didn't I?"
Brad was really going to lay it on and Nick could sense it already as he watched his brother remove his T-shirt to allow himself more flexibility. He positioned the riding crop gently across Nick's butt and after a couple of light taps, drew his arm back as far as he could. He flayed into Nick with full force, the leather thong at the tip of the crop biting solidly into Nick's right buttock. Nick screamed.
Brad was determined to draw the punishment out and paused for fifteen seconds before the second stroke lashed into Nick. Brad counted aloud as he delivered each stroke of the whip. Again, he waited until the pain from each stroke set in before he delivered the next. After each ten strokes, Brad changed sides so that the tip of the riding crop alternated across the cheeks of Nick's buttocks.
Although Brad himself had previously been whipped with the riding crop, this was Nick's first experience. And judging from the boys' reaction he hoped it would be the last.
It took some fifteen to twenty minutes to deliver the full fifty strokes and Nick was hurting to say the least. Particularly was this the case as stroke upon stroke was laid on top of the previous ones. No blood was drawn but his backside was a mess of colour. Nick was unable to contain himself as he was in so much pain and screamed solidly throughout the flogging. Why did he not listen when his brother warned him?
Brad replaced the riding crop and then waited until Nick had quietened down a little before speaking to him.
"Right! You can stay as you are and think about what's coming next?" he said to Nick.
"Next? Is there more?" Nick pleaded. "I've had enough. I can't take any more. Really!"
"Didn't you hear me say fifty was just the start?"
But Nick didn't answer. The tears were again in full flow.
Brad left the shed and Nick was left to contemplate just how much more was to come. His naked body was left strapped to the table where he was able to contemplate for almost an hour before Brad returned. This time Brad held the razor strop in his hand. Nick again burst into tears as Brad pronounced "another fifty!"
As his father had done many times, Brad doubled the strap and flayed it across both of Nick's cheeks. Again he counted the fifty strokes as Nick continued to scream in agony. Again, the punishment was delivered slowly and forcefully so the pain from each stroke gained its full feeling just as the next one landed.
Still no blood was drawn but the welts from both the riding crop and the razor strop became more and more prominent as the punishment continued.
"Is that it?" Nick asked as Brad announced the fiftieth lash of the strap.
"It might well be," Brad replied and then added, "And then again it might not be. We'll see."
Nick was again left tied to the table for an hour to savour the punishment and to wonder if there was more to come. When Brad eventually returned with nothing in his hand he was hopeful that the punishment had been completed.
"How's that butt of yours standing up to some solid punishment, boy?" Brad enquired as he slapped his hand across Nick's buttocks to examine the welts. "I think you're right for a bit more yet, don't you?"
"Please, Brad. No more, please."
But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Brad reached for the cane. Fortunately for Nick, Brad chose the thinner of the two canes. The heavy cane would lash into him leaving more welts whereas the lighter cane, although unlikely to leave any lasting welts, stung twice as hard when it made contact.
"How many this time, Brad?"
"Another fifty."
"Oh that's not fair. I'm really sorry for slacking off but I don't deserve any more."
"Nick. Shut up! Why do you keep getting yourself into more trouble? Don't you remember what happened last time I complained about not needing any more punishment? Well?"
"Dad gave you an extra twenty with the razor strop."
"That's right. So what do you want first? The twenty with the razor strop or the fifty with the cane."
Will this never end? Nick thought to himself. "I'll take the caning first, please."
And so once again Brad lashed at his brother's buttocks as the boy cried continuously. Brad was by now in excellent form and each stroke cut across both cheeks of Nick's buttocks. Nick had never experienced a beating as severe as this. Brad was sure right when he said it would be a flogging he would never forget.
When his caning was completed, Nick was again left on his own for some time before Brad returned, once again with the leather razor strop in his hand.
By now Nick's raw and bruised backside was almost immune to pain but Brad laid on the last twenty lashes with a strong and mighty force. He was determined that the boy would remember this punishment for a long time.
"Punishment completed!" Brad announced. "You can stay there for a while and when I come back you can tell me what you've learnt today."
Eventually Brad returned and cut his brother loose from his restraints. The boy collapsed to the floor.
"Get up, Nick." Brad commanded.
Not risking the chance of any further punishment for disobedience, Nick jumped to his feet.
"So – what have you learnt today?" Brad enquired.
"I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I'm sorry I slacked off. I promise it won't happen again, Brad."
"I hope you mean it, Nick, because you'll get the same again next time."
"There won't be a next time, I promise."
"I hope you remember that. Do you also remember what Dad said about what would happen when he got home if I needed to punish you?"
Nick again burst into tears as he remembered.
"Dad said if you had to punish me he would give me another dose when he gets home. Please don't tell him, Brad. I don't want any more."
"I'll make a deal with you. If you keep your promise to me about working hard and there's not even the slightest sign of any disobedience from now on, I won't tell him I had to punish you. All right?"
"Oh thanks, Brad." Nick exclaimed with relief.
And the mere thought of yet another punishment from his brother, plus an additional punishment from his father ensured that Nick was a different person from here on in.
True to his word, Nick worked hard in the ensuing weeks and not once had to be corrected either for slacking off or for even the slightest sign of disobedience.
"Well, how did things go while we were away?" their father asked on their return. "Brad?"
"Fine, Dad."
"Nick?"
"No worries, Dad. We've done everything you told us to do."
"And Brad. Did Nick do everything you asked of him?"
"He did. He's worked very well. We both have."
Nick was so relieved to hear his brother say just that.