The 13 year old boy had been brought home to his father in a police car. He had been one of a group of boys caught throwing stones at passing trains. The police had told his father he would not be charged this time but, if there was any repetition, a court case would be the consequence. The police also mentioned that the boy had at first lied about his name and address when caught, clearly thinking he would just be ticked off and told to make his own way home. The father had assured the police he would deal with his son appropriately. The police had left boy and father together and the officers assumed the boy would be receiving a thrashing with his father's cane or belt, the boy having told the police officers what punishment he expected when he arrived home.
When the police had left the only words the man had uttered to his son were "Strip to your underpants then get back down here". The boy went to his room and obeyed shortly returning to the living room where father always administered beatings. The boy entered the living room clad only in a pair of tight white briefs. Without saying a word father grasped son by his arm and led him into the garden. He led the now puzzled child, who was wondering why he wasn't now touching his toes receiving the cane in the living room, to a solitary apple tree which grew in the garden. Father worked on a farm and the house in which they lived was very secluded, being located in a wooded corner of the estate. Father then went to the shed and emerged carrying a length of rope. In silence he strode back to his son and lifted the boy some 6 inches off the ground and ordered him to grasp the outstretched branch of the tree. Then father bound the boys wrists to the tree leaving his feet suspended 6 inches from the ground. Father then returned to the shed and the boy was terrified to see when he emerged again he was carrying a long riding whip.
Still without speaking and ignoring the child's pleas that he was sorry father stood in front of his son. In silence he inserted his fingers into the waistband of the boys briefs and lowered them past knees and then past ankles and off. He threw them disdainfully to the ground. The boy was showing signs of adolescence. A tuft of coarse black hair above his penis caught the man's eyes. Father then picked up the whip which he had laid down whilst removing his son's underpants and stood in front of his son to address him. "I will not have any son of mine getting in to trouble with the police. You have been told before not to associate with some of the boys you were with today. Not only have you disgraced yourself by being arrested you have deliberately disobeyed me. I will not have that. Your punishment will reflect how seriously I regard your misbehaviour today. Furthermore you tried to lie your way out of trouble by giving the police a false name. For that you will receive 10 lashes, for disobeying my instruction not to mix with the boys I told you about, 10 more lashes and for the most serious offence of stone throwing at trains, 20 lashes. That makes 40 in total."
With that and without further ado the man moved behind his son and administered the first crack of the whip across the boy's bottom. The boy swung slightly from the branch to which he was bound. Father cracked the whip methodically across every inch of his son's backside, each stroke eliciting a howl of pain or a cry for mercy. After the 20th, and halfway, stroke the father noticed the boy was urinating, presumably with fear and pain. Unmoved he continued administering his sentence. Now he commenced on the boys upper legs and thighs. The boy continued screaming as he swung from the branch. His pain was causing him to thrash his legs around and this motion exaggerated the swinging effect. 10 strokes were laid onto the boy's legs before father paused briefly.
Father had decided the last 10 would be across the boy's back. By now the lad was howling. Had the house been near any other civilisation people would have assumed murder was being committed. Each lash brought a fresh howl but they all seemed to mingle together. Each lash brought fresh tears which were now flooding down the boy's face, onto his chest, down onto his legs and onto the ground. Finally the full 40 had been laid on and father went around to face the boy. "I shall leave you hanging here to reflect upon your punishment and what you have done. When I consider you have learnt your lesson fully I will untie you". Without further ado he picked up the boys pants, strode to the shed, replaced the horsewhip, and returned to the house. It being summer he left the windows open so he could hear the anguished sobbing still coming from his son.
The sobbing gradually abated as the burning pain across most of the boys back, bottom and legs turned into a dull throbbing ache. After about 30 or 45 minutes the noise completely stopped. Father left the boy there until dusk, a total of about 2 hours, then went outside to release his bonds. He led the boy indoors. He asked him if he had learnt his lesson and the boy nodded that he had. To complete the boy's misery that evening father ordered him to stand, still naked, hands on head on the hard backed chair which was normally used to bend the child over for his punishments.
Father had the boy facing him. He was fascinated by his son's approaching adolescence and decided he would make the most of this moment.