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Date Posted: 14:27:47 10/20/17 Fri
I've provided the following supplement for those persons interested in the history of Fort Mescalero. You should read it only after having read my original post titled "The Whipping Post at Fort Mescalero".
In my conversations with the Park Ranger the evening after my punishment at the whipping post, he told me there was one bit of the fort's history that wasn't shared with most visitors. In the 1860s, the fort's commandant was a Major Caruthers. He appears to have had quite a sadistic streak in him. The whipping post was used more frequently during his command than at any other time in the fort's history. But that wasn't all.
If a young soldier (invariably a private) had committed an offense that warranted punishment at the whipping post, the major would summon that private to his office. The major would explain that the offense he had committed required his getting 10 lashes on his bare back at the whipping post, and the entire fort's personnel would witness his cries and screams. Not only would he have to endure the horrible pain of the whip, but he would be publicly humiliated as well. He would be subject to ridicule by his fellow soldiers. And the "stripes" on his back would be a constant reminder of that humiliation. The major would caution him: "Make no mistake about it. A lot of young soldiers think they're tough and can take a whipping without complaint. During my career in the Army, I've witnessed a lot of whippings, but I've yet to see a soldier, no matter how tough he thought he was, who did not end up yelling or screaming when he was subjected to the lash!"
The major said he couldn't protect the private from the physical pain he would have to endure as part of his punishment. But he said he could spare the private from the public humiliation if he agreed to take an alternative "closed-door punishment" inside the major's private quarters. Most of those privates who found themselves in that situation were more than willing to accept the alternative punishment offered by the major. For them, avoiding public embarrassment was more important than avoiding the pain of a whipping. The major would then tell his orderly in the outer office that he wanted absolute privacy and wanted no interruptions (barring an all-out Indian attack) until he came out of his quarters again. He then closed and locked the door to his inner quarters.
The major would order the private to strip naked and lie face-down on the major's bed. The major took 4 strands of rope out of a drawer and tied the private's hands and feet to the 4 bed posts. Then he put a large gag into the private's mouth and fastened it securely. If the private panicked when he did this, the major would explain that the gag was simply to insure that no one else heard any sounds that the private might happen to make during his punishment. This would quiet the private down, but not for long.
The major went into his dressing room, but when he returned, he was holding a fearsome razor strap in one hand. The private's eyes would be irresistibly drawn to that menacing strap. His mind would torment him with visions of the awful pain he would suffer from the strap. Thoughts of THE STRAP filled his mind and overwhelmed him. He would try to concentrate on something else, but FEAR OF THE STRAP would take control over his whole being. The private's body would begin shaking involuntarily from that fear. But nothing could prepare him for the pain he was about to experience.
Finally, the moment he dreaded had come. The major would begin whipping the private steadily on his naked buttocks with that razor strap. By the time the private had received a half dozen lashes, even the gag couldn't prevent the orderly in the next room from hearing the private's muffled screams. The orderly cracked a subtle smile. He knew what was going on behind that locked door. It had happened so many times before. After the 10th lash, the major would put down the razor strap, and the private would breathe a sigh of relief that his ordeal was now over with.
But when the major picked up the razor strap again, the private would suddenly realize that he had made a serious mistake in assuming that this closed-door whipping would consist of only 10 lashes, like the public whipping. The major then informed the private that his punishment had only just begun! He would be receiving MANY MORE LASHES! A look of terror would appear on the private's face, but the gag in his mouth prevented him from registering any protest. Too late the private realized that his fate lay in the hands of a remorseless sadist! The major began punishing the private's tender buttocks even more ferociously than before. Each stroke of the major's strap was instantly followed by a terrifying scream from the private. But those screams only spurred the major to apply the strap with even greater force. Over a period of about an hour, the orderly would hear many more muffled screams. What appeared to be "merciful" breaks between sets of lashes were actually attempts by the major to "re-sensitize" the private's buttocks so that when the lashes resumed, the pain would be as severe as it had been for the initial set of lashes. The private's body would make desperate attempts to escape from the strap, but the ropes that secured his hands and feet held fast, leaving his vulnerable buttocks no choice but to accept each punishing lash as it was administered. And the major's razor strap struck those sensitive buttocks again and again without mercy. Eventually, the whipping would come to an end.
However, just like a bull's attraction to a matador's red cape, the major would become so aroused by the bright red color of the youthful private's inflamed buttocks that he could no longer control himself. And he would thrust his bulging cock repeatedly into those red buttocks while the helpless private screamed in pain. The private's humiliation was now complete. After allowing some time for the pain to subside, the major released the private from his bonds and ordered him to put his uniform back on and return to the barracks.
The private would find his attempts to avoid the humiliation of a public whipping did not work out quite as well as he had hoped. The major's orderly had spread the word among the enlisted men about the private's whipping. And, whenever the private went for a shower in the barracks, his fellow soldiers could hardly fail to notice the many black bruises that had been left on his ass by the "business end" of the major's razor strap. They took turns forcing the private down onto his bed and holding him down while they attempted to count the number of lashes the major had given him. Because many of the marks overlapped, making counting difficult, the best guess was that the private had received somewhere between 100 and 150 lashes! And sometimes, after the counting was completed, the soldiers continued to hold the private down so they could have their way with him.
Finishing up his story, the Park Ranger told me it is very doubtful that any private ever accepted the major's "offer" a second time. They'd rather take their chances at the whipping post!
For the curious, this story is a total fantasy as was my original post.
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