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Date Posted: 14:58:21 07/15/17 Sat
When I was a youngster, like most boys, I tried to steal some merchandise from a small store. Unfortunately, the store owner caught me in the act and held on to me while he called the police. I had to go to court. Because it was my first offense, the judge said the court would be lenient: 6 months in the Boys' Reformatory! I was transported by bus to the reformatory along with about a dozen other boys. When we got there, we were all taken to a large room and were told to wait. The warden was going to talk with each boy individually. I had to wait about an hour before it was my turn to see the warden.
The warden told me I had been sent there to learn how to become a useful member of society. He said if I obeyed all the rules and did what the officials told me to do, I would get along okay there. He told me, though, that any boy who broke the rules would be severely punished. He said that, whenever a new boy arrives, he is given a little taste of that punishment so he'll know what to expect if he breaks the rules.
The warden told me to go with him now to the "Punishment Room" to get my "introduction" to reformatory punishment. In the middle of the room was some sort of table with straps attached. The warden told me to take off all my clothes and place them on the chair. I felt embarrassed to undress in front of a stranger, but I was even more afraid to disobey any of his orders. So I did what he said.
He told me to go to the near end of the table and stand behind it. There was a hand crank on one side of the table which was used to raise or lower the top of the table. The warden turned the crank until the top of the table was even with my waist level.
Below the end of the table was attached a pair of wooden stocks with the holes facing upwards. The warden pulled the back half of the stocks away and told me to put my feet inside the front half. Then he closed the back half of the stocks and locked them in place. He told me to lean forward 90 degrees over the top of the table. He put leather restraints around my wrists and then attached them with metal chains to hooks on the far end of the table. He tightened the chains as much as he could so that the upper half of my body was lying flat on the table with my arms stretched out toward the other end of the table. He then drew a wide leather strap that was attached on one side of the table across my lower back and then buckled it securely on the other side. My body was now fastened down securely to that table. I was shaking with fear at what was going to happen to me next.
Then the warden went into an adjacent room and returned holding a humongous leather strap. It was about 3 feet long and 6 inches wide. I had never seen such a huge strap in my life. The "business end" of the strap was curved like a semi-circle. The warden held the strap with 2 hands, one on each end and placed it right in front of me so I could get a good view of it. Just the sight of it was enough to terrify anyone. The warden said, "This is what we use to punish boys who don't obey the rules. I am going to give you 5 lashes with the strap so you'll know what will be waiting for you if you break those rules!"
The warden drew the strap back toward his right side and then swung it forward. When the strap struck my butt, it knocked the wind out of me. I didn't make a sound other than a faint gasp. Because the strap was so wide, it had struck over half the area of my butt, which now felt like it was on fire.
Then the warden drew the strap back and laid a 2nd lash across my butt. This time I screamed out loud. The burning pain in my butt hurt so bad now that I cried non-stop. Then came the 3rd lash. Once again, I screamed out loud when it struck. Just as the warden was "preparing" to deliver the 4th lash, I cried out to him, "PLEASE DON'T WHIP ME ANYMORE!", but it did no good. The 4th lash landed on the middle of my butt. I screamed in pain. The warden then taunted me, "Boy. There's no way you can escape from the 5th lash that's coming your way! I yelled out fearfully, "NO! NO!" Those words had barely left my lips when that 5th lash landed on my butt. I let out a tremendous scream and then cried for several minutes afterward.
The warden then released me from the restraints. He said I could put my clothes back on. He told me it really pained him to have to give me that whipping, but he said "It is necessary so that you know the consequences of your actions if you break the rules." He said that if I broke the rules after today, the whipping I'd get would be worse than the one I had just received because it would be 10 lashes, instead of 5. And the 2nd time I broke the rules, I'd get 20 lashes. And the 3rd time, 30 lashes!
He said I could now go off to my living quarters which somewhat resembled an army barracks. Everybody slept in one large room. When I went to the showers, I noticed that all the boys that had ridden with me on the bus had large black bruises across their asses. When I mentioned it to one of the other boys, he told me my ass looked that way too. I did my best to obey all the rules. I never wanted to see or feel that horrible punishment strap again!
For the curious, this story was a total fantasy which was inspired by a photo I had seen on the Internet on the Corpun website. If you'd like to see that photo, click on the Search button on the initial screen of the Corpun website. Enter "reformatory strapping" for your Search words. Then, on the list of results, click on the item labeled "US reformatory strapping punishment - Jan 1956 - CORPORAL PUNISHMENT ARCHIVE".
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