It was still pretty early in the morning, not yet 9:30 AM, by the time they arrived at the stable. The boys were excited about learning to ride. Chris enjoyed their youthful enthusiasm and the sight that their skin-tight form-revealing riding suits offered him. They went into the large barn. Chris led two horses out of their stalls. He showed the boys another area of the barn where there were three saddle frames (much like large saw horses) on which saddles were kept so that they'd keep their shape. He had the boys each bring out a saddle. Chris put the saddle blankets on the horses, then placed and fastened the saddles. The boys asked Chris why he wasn't saddling the third horse and he explained that he would be on the ground and walking beside them during their first ride so that he could get control of the horse quickly if there was a problem.
The boys mounted the horses. Chris showed them how to give the horses commands. Then, before leading them out of the barn to the field, he told them, "Riding horses is serious business, boys. Any fooling around could be dangerous. I expect you to pay attention to me and do what I say at all times."
"Yes, sir," were the serious replies from the boys.
Then he handed them their riding whips and said in a half-joking manner, "Boys, if you make mistakes out there or fool around, it'll be your hides that feel the whip...understand?"
Daniel and Rupert both smiled, each not sure if Chris was absolutely serious or not, and said, "Yes, sir."
Chris led the boys out into the field. He walked along side them and finally let go of the leads. The boys got their horses moving at a slow walk. After a while of this, the boys got more comfortable on the horses. Chris decided that he wanted them to ride bareback mainly because the saddles were obstructing his view of the boys' bottoms. He had the boys ride their horses to the fence. They dismounted and Chris took the saddles off and balanced them on the fence railing. The boys mounted and learned to ride bareback. They were really pretty good for first-timers. There was a fresh light breeze softly blowing through the field and the morning sun felt good on their faces. The boys kept wanting to gallop but Chris was adamant that they should just ride the horses at a walking pace on their first day. To give them a little bit of freedom, Chris allowed them to ride the horses, at a walking pace, around the perimeter of the field while he waited for them at one spot. When they got half-way around the field, with Chris at the other end, Rupert's horse went at a gallop. Daniel's horse quickly followed. The boys were able to stop the gallops pretty quickly...but not quickly enough because Chris had seen them and was coming out into the field. After the horses had stopped, the boys were laughing until they saw a furious Chris approaching.
Both boys tried to claim it was an accident but they weren't very convincing. Chris had the boys dismount and marched them to the barn as they left the horses to graze in the fields. Chris was angry and they knew it. Once in the barn, he began lecturing them along the lines of "they could have broken their necks". He finally told them that "this warrants severe punishment, boys. I'm very surprised and disappointed in you two."
Chris told the boys to bring the two empty saddle frames out into the open section of the barn. They were so heavy that the boys had to work together bringing the frames out one at a time. Then he gave the command that both boys were dreading, "Take your riding outfits off...and do it quickly."
Chris stood there and watched the two blushing and nervous boys strip completely. Then he had Daniel mount one frame. "Now, lay down flat on your stomach because I'm going to have to fasten your wrists and ankles to the legs of the frame."
This put Daniel's plump broad bottom on display and in perfect position to accept the whip. Next he had a blushing Rupert, who saw how vulnerable Daniel looked in that position, mount the other frame. Chris picked up some spare twine and fastened the boys, wrists and ankles, to the frames. He tied them tightly, but not too tightly so that they would have enough freedom to squirm on the frames a bit.
Daniel's whip felt very nice indeed as Chris picked it up and walked behind Daniel. Daniel's smooth buttocks were already quivering in anticipation of the pain to come. "This is a very serious matter, boys, and I intend to punish each of you severely. I'm sure you both agree that you deserve severe punishment, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," the meek and extremely nervous boys responded.
"Very well. I shall use your own riding whips on your bottoms. Daniel shall receive eleven strokes for each offense and Rupert twelve. The offenses, as I see them, are disobedience, recklessness and dishonesty."
The two boys groaned audibly. "Have I missed anything, boys, or is that all?"
Rupert quickly replied, "Oh no, sir. That sounds fair to me."
"Me too, sir," said Daniel.
"Very well then. Daniel, how many are you to receive?"
Daniel, with a shaky voice, responded, "Thirty-three, sir."
Chris raised the whip and brought it down with a loud "Craack!" as it wrapped around Daniel's soft buttocks and the tip bit into Daniel's hip. The response was quick. Daniel let out a wild shriek and began writhing on the frame. The frames were placed side-by-side so Rupert could see Daniel's face when Daniel turned his way. The second and third strokes rang out in the barn...Daniel howled and Rupert saw the tears streaming down his face when Daniel flung his contorted face in that direction. Chris took his time and allowed Daniel to catch his breath. Then another loud "Craaack!" as the whip landed and bit into the lower part of his buttocks. Another stroke and then another had Daniel writhing and crying uncontrollably. His bottom had six nicely placed stripes on it. Six sizzling, swelling, red ridges that continued to sting and burn horribly.
Rupert was watching Daniel with a mixture of compassion and pure fear. Chris put Daniel's whip down and picked up Rupert's. Rupert hadn't noticed until he looked over his shoulders and saw Chris standing behind him and holding his whip. "Rupert, how many stripes have you earned?", asked Chris.
In a quavering voice, Rupert said, "Thirty-six, sir."
"Let us hope you can take yours a bit more bravely than Daniel is taking his," said Chris as he raised the whip and brought it down across the center of Rupert's round plump little bottom with a loud "Craack!". Much to his surprise, Rupert didn't cry out. His buttocks shook wildly but not a sound escaped the boy's lips. Rupert was surprised too. In fact, he wanted to cry out, but the sharp bite of the whip had shocked him so much that he had actually lost his voice for a moment. The next stroke brought his lungs into working order as Rupert let out a loud shriek when the second lash bit into his tender flesh. Now it was Daniel's turn to watch as Rupert writhed on the frame, shrieked, cried, and begged for mercy until the sixth lash landed.
Then it was back to Daniel's bottom. Chris took his time so the boys could feel each and every stripe. He alternated between the boys, giving each boy six stripes until Daniel had thirty sizzling stripes on his young buttocks. He finished Daniel's bottom off by applying the last three with a relish. Then it was Rupert's turn to get his final six. He waited for Daniel to stop crying so that Daniel could watch Rupert getting his last six while still fastened to the frame with his blazing, tingling bottom up in the air. Daniel watched Rupert's face intently as Rupert took his final six writhing, shrieking and crying without shame. As the rafters echoed with the final shrieks of the boy, Chris thought to himself that the shop owner knew his whips because there wasn't even one little area on either fiery red bottom that looked like the skin might be even close to breaking.
Chris wiped the sweat from his forehead as he surveyed the well-whipped bottoms presented to him. The boys, still fastened to the frames, were breathing heavily and Chris could see the sweat beading up on their backs as they continued to squirm and writhe their obviously still smarting bottoms. He looked at his watch and saw it was a quarter past noon. "The timing is going perfectly," he thought to himself.
"Boys, I've got a conference call at 1:00 this afternoon and it's scheduled to last until 6:00 tonight. I think I'm just going to leave the two of you like this until after the conference call so that I know you two will be out of trouble. Besides it'll give the both of you time to reflect on how dangerous your reckless behavior was this morning. Understood, boys?"
"Yes, sir," replied the meek boys who were just happy that their whippings were over.
After Chris left, Rupert said, "Blimey, five whole hours like this!"
Daniel said, "Actually, more like five hours and forty-five minutes. I can just see the clock out of the corner of my eyes and its only twelve-fifteen right now."
Meanwhile, Chris made a quick walk to the house and had a fast lunch. He wasn't waiting for a conference call at 1:00 PM, but he certainly was planning on something happening. At a little before one, Chris went out onto the porch and, just like clockwork, the studio limo rolled up the driveway.
As the limo pulled up, Chris walked down the porch stairs. Three boys got out of the limo and then it drove off. One boy was a slender and somewhat small blonde-headed boy named Tom. He greeted Chris with a smile. The two other boys, standing behind Tom, were much larger, well-built, hulking, and had faces that didn't betray much intelligence. After shaking hands with Tom, Chris shook hands with the two large boys, Jamie and Joshua. He could see how perfect these boys were for their roles in the film.
Chris explained to Tom, with the dumbfounded Jamie and Joshua listening, that he was using today to set up their roles for the film. He had the two boys cast in the lead roles here and as Tom, Jamie, and Joshua were to be their nemesis in the movie, he wanted them to develop an adversarial relationship upon their first meeting. Tom asked, "How do we go about doing that, sir?"
"Unfortunately for the two lead boys, Daniel and Rupert, they deliberately disobeyed me this morning and rode some horses at a gallop after I had instructed them not to. I had to give each of them a sound whipping in the barn...in fact, they are still in the barn and still fastened, bare-bottomed, to the saddle frames. I think if you boys pay them a visit you might be able to create an adversarial relationship with them."
Tom's bright eyes grew large and a smile slowly developed on his face. In a somewhat hushed but excited tone, he asked, "Bare bottomed, sir?"
"Quite naked, in fact."
"And fastened down, sir?"
"Oh, yes, they wouldn't have taken their whippings otherwise," replied Chris as if he were discussing nothing more unusual than the day's weather.
With a sinister smile on his face, Tom asked, "Do you mean to say, sir, we can go over there and torture them a bit?"
"I would think that might develop an adversarial relationship rather quickly. Good thinking, Tom."
Jamie and Joshua looked at each other and snickered.
"I will leave you to decide the games you wish to play with them, but I insist on some limits," said Chris quite seriously.
Tom's smile left his face as he developed a serious look and said, "Of course, sir."
"You'll find a small riding whip hanging on each frame. You may use those to whip them with, but only their bottoms and thighs, mind you, no need to be cruel."
"Of course, sir," replied Tom in a steady tone. Tom couldn't believe this...he was trying desperately to hide his excitement. Although he had never met Daniel or Rupert, Tom was already a bit jealous of them as he had wanted the lead role in the film. If he couldn't have the lead role, he thought, at least he could torment the boys who got the roles.
One of the hulking bigger boys spoke up, "Excuse me, sir?"
Chris looked at him and couldn't remember if that was Jamie or Joshua, almost asked him his name, and then decided it didn't really matter. The boy continued in a somewhat dense manner although it was obvious he thought he had something intelligent to say, "I was wonderin' if we might be able to stick something up their bums, sir? That might develop that advers...adversa...well...that bad relationship between us, sir."
The other hulking lad, either Jamie or Joshua (not even Tom knew which was which), snickered and looked as if that might possibly have been the smartest thing he had ever heard in his life.
Tom had a disgusted look on his face and Chris was glad to see it. "No, you may not stick anything up their bottoms. You may whip, spank, pinch, and tickle, for that matter, their bottoms, but you may not stick anything up their bottoms, understood?" said Chris in an exasperated tone.
"Yes, sir," all three boys responded, although Jamie and Joshua looked mightily disappointed.
"Are there any other parts of their bodies that we can do things to, sir?" asked Tom brightly.
"Their genitals are off limits."
"_d_a_m_n_," whispered either Jamie or Joshua.
"And I don't want any visible marks on their faces and arms. So no scratching or raising welts in those areas. However, a few slaps across the face won't do either of them any harm. Be creative, Tom, I'm sure you'll come up with ways to make these boys despise you. That is what is best for the film, after all, and I'm sure that's what we all want, right?"
"Yes, sir," responded the three eager boys.
"Just a couple more points, boys. You boys know your roles in the film. You will act your parts here; meaning that Tom is in charge, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"In addition, I expect you three to obey the limits I've set up. Those limits are for your own good as well as that of Daniel and Rupert. If any one of you breaks those limits, I will replace all three of you in the film. Understood?"
All three boys took on very serious tones. This was a threat they all feared and they replied in unison, "Yes, sir."
"You will not introduce yourselves to them. They don't know you boys are in the film and let's keep it that way. I want them to be surprised to see you boys on the set come Monday morning."
Tom smiled, "I don't think they'll find that to be a pleasant surprise, sir."
"Exactly, Tom. The barn is down that path through the trees. The limo will be picking you boys up here at 5:30. I want you boys to leave the barn at 5:00 and come directly here. We'll discuss what you boys did in the barn for a while before your limo arrives. Also, don't let on that you know me personally. Act as if you're local boys who often walk through the estate grounds as a short cut."
Chris watched the three very eager boys head down the pathway to the barn with Tom in front and Jamie and Joshua walking side-by-side behind him.
Inside the barn, it had just past 1:30. The bright summer sun was shining through the open doors and flooding the barn with light. Daniel and Rupert had gotten over their whippings. Their bottoms still burned and tingled but the tears were long gone and had dried off their soft faces. In fact, Rupert was beginning to doze off in the sleepy summer afternoon when Daniel asked in a hurried and hushed tone, "What was that?"
"What was what? I didn't hear anything?"
"Voices. I think I heard voices," replied Daniel as he desperately looked over his shoulders to the opening of the barn.
And then Rupert heard it...it wasn't very loud at first but it was unmistakable. It was laughing, boys laughing, and it was getting louder. Rupert's stomach sank; Daniel's heart felt as if it were going to burst it was beating so fast. The laughing boys were coming closer. The barn door was wide open. Daniel and Rupert were still fastened to the saddle frames and were still...horror of horrors...naked.