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Date Posted: 12:55:06 04/27/17 Thu
>It was the height of the Great Depression. Many people
>were out of work. I was very lucky to have a
>good-paying job as a chauffeur. And it was an easy and
>pleasant job too. I didn't really know what my boss
>did for a living, but as long as I was getting a
>decent income, I didn't inquire.
>
>Things were great until one time when the boss asked
>me to drive him and several friends downtown. He told
>me to wait at the curb until he and his friends had
>concluded their business. After I had waited for quite
>a while, I suddenly heard an alarm go off from a
>nearby building. Then I saw my boss and his friends
>running towards the car. After they got in, my boss
>told me to drive away as fast as I could from the
>area. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't dare
>ask. I had hardly driven 3 blocks when a police car
>stopped us with their guns drawn. They arrested my
>boss, his friends, and me. After they had taken us to
>the police station, I learned that my boss's
>occupation was "bank robber"! I was charged with
>driving the getaway car. I pleaded my innocence, but
>the jury didn't believe me. I was sentenced to one
>year in the state prison.
>
>I was transferred by bus from the courthouse to the
>state prison along with a bunch of other felons. Right
>after we got off the bus, we were escorted by guards
>to the prison courtyard where we were forced to
>witness a current prisoner being punished. One guard
>took off the prisoner's shirt and then locked his
>hands into manacles attached to a vertical post. A
>second guard carrying a cat-o-nine-tails approached
>the prisoner. That guard then administered the
>punishment. After only a couple lashes had struck his
>back, the prisoner began screaming. It was a
>terrifying sight to watch. After about 10 lashes,
>streaks of blood appeared on the prisoner's back, but
>the punishment continued until he had received a total
>of 20 lashes. Then the guard dipped a sponge in
>alcohol and wiped the blood off the prisoner's back
>with it. As soon as the alcohol made contact with the
>prisoner's wounds, he screamed even more. I wondered
>what the prisoner had done to merit such a horrific
>punishment, but all I could find out was that he was
>being punished for malingering.
>
>Prison labor was mainly used for road construction and
>repair. I discovered very quickly that prisoners who
>failed to put in an "acceptable" day's work found THE
>LASH waiting for them at the end of the workday. Such
>was the fate of the prisoner whose punishment I had
>witnessed my first day there.
>
>One evening, I was in my cell when a guard came by and
>ordered me to go with him. I had no idea what the
>reason for it was, but another prisoner had warned me
>earlier that, in this prison, the guard's word was
>"law", and any inmate who questioned it risked getting
>THE LASH. The guard led me to an apparently unused
>part of the prison. He stopped at one door that had a
>sign over it that read "Interrogation Room". He
>opened the door and told me to go inside the room. He
>ordered me to take off all my clothes. Then he led me
>to a heavy table and made me lean over it. He tied my
>hands with thick cords to the legs on the opposite
>side of the table. The guard then locked the door to
>the room from the inside. When I looked up from the
>table, I noticed that on the wall in front of me hung
>a number of punishment instruments: cat-o-nine-tails,
>paddles, and leather punishment straps. Just then, I
>realized, to my horror, that the guard that was with
>me in the Interrogation Room was the very same guard I
>had seen flogging a prisoner in the courtyard the day
>I arrived! I was expecting to get punished any moment
>now. So I asked the guard what I had done wrong, but
>he didn't answer my question. He put a blindfold over
>my eyes. A couple minutes passed by in agonizing
>silence. Then he said, "I'm not going to punish you."
>Suddenly, I felt this warmth all up and down my back
>side. I figured out that the guard had taken off his
>clothes, stood right behind me, and pressed his body
>against mine. It felt really good. I let out an
>"Ohhhhhhh", expressing my pleasure. Then the guard
>said, " From the very first time I laid my eyes on
>you, I had this feeling that you preferred the company
>of other men. You know it gets very lonely in here for
>us guards as well as you prisoners." Then I felt this
>intense pressure on my butt as the guard penetrated
>me. I let out another "Ohhhhhhh". I no longer felt
>totally alone in this prison. The guard told me he'd
>bring me here again when he had the opportunity.
>
>About 2 weeks later, that same guard showed up at my
>cell one evening and escorted me to the Interrogation
>Room once again. This time, he locked his handcuffs
>around my wrists behind my back and made me sit in a
>chair. Then he stood directly in front of me, put his
>hands behind my head, and then pulled it straight
>forward into his exposed crotch. He made me suck his
>cock, and he warned me that I better swallow ALL of
>his cum or I would get a taste of THE LASH! He had so
>much cum in him that I practically choked on it, but I
>didn't dare complain. He must have been saving it up
>for a week or more. It was obvious that this guard
>liked to "force" himself on me. I asked him why he had
>chosen to become a prison guard. And he answered, "I
>like to inflict pain on other men, and this job
>provides me lawful opportunities to do so. I am the
>only guard who volunteered to administer the
>punishment floggings in the courtyard." I was
>surprised at his openness in admitting that. It also
>worried me that he might take it into his head to
>inflict that pain on me at some point, but I kept that
>thought to myself, since I was handcuffed and all
>those punishment implements were readily available on
>the nearby wall.
>
>The guard told me his name was "Joe". He was a couple
>inches taller than me. He had very broad shoulders and
>strong arms. I don't think anyone would ever describe
>him as "handsome", but I thought he was very "manly".
>He appeared to be a very quiet guy and not very
>outgoing, which was understandable considering what he
>had just revealed to me about himself.
>
>Joe told me the Interrogation Room was occasionally
>used by prison officials and guards to extract
>information from prisoners, such as how they had
>managed to smuggle weapons or drugs into the prison.
>In this room, prisoners would be unofficially
>"tortured" using the punishment instruments on the
>wall until they revealed the required information.
>
>About a month went by before Joe came to my cell again
>to escort me to the Interrogation Room for my 3rd
>visit there. As with my first visit, he had me strip
>naked and then lean over the table, after which he
>secured my hands with cords to the legs at the far end
>of the table. So I was expecting to get fucked again,
>but I'd soon learn that Joe's actions were never
>predictable. This time, he did something different. He
>forced me to spread my feet to the side as far apart
>as possible, and then he tied my ankles with cords to
>the nearest legs of the table. As a result, not only
>could I not put my legs together, but I couldn't lift
>my feet off the floor either. I wondered what he was
>going to do to me, but I wouldn't have to wait long to
>find out. Joe said, "I think it's time you had your
>first encounter with THE LASH. I told you last time
>that I enjoy inflicting pain on other men, Now, I'm
>going to give you a little taste of that pain." I
>panicked, but there was nothing I could do. I was tied
>down and totally at his mercy!
>
>Joe walked over to the wall which held the punishment
>implements and removed a thick leather punishment
>strap. That strap was about 3" wide and about a foot
>and a half long. He then stood alongside me and said,
>"Now, you're going to learn what real pain is all
>about!" He began striking my naked buttocks with that
>strap. The pain was unbelievable. After only 3 or 4
>strokes, I was hollering out loud. He suddenly stopped
>after giving me 10 strokes. He put the strap down on
>the table and began massaging my butt with his hands.
>As he was doing this, he told me, "While you're in
>this prison, confinement in a small cell and hard
>labor are only part of your punishment. The other part
>is being subjected to THE LASH whenever I feel it's
>necessary. I can subject you to unimaginable pain, but
>this time, I'm letting you off easy. I'm going to give
>you a good fucking instead." Then, because my legs
>were spread so wide apart, he encountered no
>resistance as he penetrated me again and again.
>Although I tried not to show it, I was getting really
>scared of Joe, and I was relieved when he released me
>and returned me to my cell.
>
>Later, when I would think about that 3rd visit to the
>Interrogation Room, I was terrified what Joe might do
>to me when he came back for his next visit! However, I
>was beginning to have mixed feelings about Joe.
>Although I was still afraid of the pain he might
>inflict on me, I found the power that Joe wielded over
>me strangely exciting. I was surprised to find myself
>actually looking forward with anticipation to my next
>trip to the Interrogation Room. A month went by and I
>hadn't heard from Joe. I was getting kind of lonely
>for the attention he had paid me, even if it was only
>for the purpose of inflicting more pain on me.
>
>Then, about a week later, Joe stopped by my cell to
>escort me to the Interrogation Room for my 4th visit.
>He had me strip naked, and then he tied my hands and
>feet to the table just as he had done during my last
>visit. So I was pretty sure I was going to get another
>whipping. He removed from the wall the same leather
>strap he had used on me last time. Now that I knew
>what to expect, I felt fairly confident that I could
>"get through" the 10 lashes this time, in spite of the
>pain I would have to endure. Then, he began punishing
>my sensitive buttocks with that strap. I counted each
>stroke to myself. "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10." Then Joe
>stopped. I congratulated myself on having made it
>through the entire punishment without yelling. But I
>was surprised when the strokes did not end there.
>"11-12-13-........" I began to panic! It had taken all
>my will power to withstand those first 10 strokes. I
>begged Joe to stop, but the punishment continued on.
>The pain that was concentrated on my buttocks was
>beyond endurance. I cried. I yelled. But the pain just
>got worse and worse until I was screaming
>uncontrollably. Finally, after 30 lashes, the
>punishment stopped. I continued to cry for a couple
>more minutes. Joe told me I needed that whipping in
>order to learn to fear THE LASH and submit to his
>will. Joe took off his clothes and pressed his pelvis
>gently against my butt, but he didn't attempt to fuck
>me this time. Then he lay his chest over my back to
>comfort me. After about a half hour, when I had
>recovered sufficiently from the devastating pain, Joe
>released me from my bonds and took me back to my cell.
>
>Several more times during my incarceration, Joe would
>take me back to the Interrogation Room. I could never
>predict whether he was going to punish me, have sex
>with me, or both. Often, there was over a month
>between his visits. I no longer dreaded the
>punishments, even though they were still painful. I
>just looked forward to being with Joe.
>
>When my prison sentence was almost over, I got
>depressed. I knew I was going to miss Joe. I was
>surprised when he came up to my cell one evening and
>asked me if I had a place to stay when I got out of
>prison, and I said no. So when he asked me if I would
>like to stay at his place, I was overjoyed. I said I'd
>really like that. After I moved in with Joe, it
>eventually became a permanent arrangement. Joe became
>my "life partner". Of course, it goes without saying
>that he would continue to punish me. I had come to
>accept the fact that a relationship with Joe would
>involve punishment and pain. Because my body was
>"available" to him every night now, he did not feel
>the need to punish me as severely as he did when I was
>in prison, where there were long intervals between my
>punishments. Generally, he was satisfied with giving
>me a whipping on my ass once or twice a week with the
>heavy leather belt he wore with his guard's uniform.
>When it was not "in use", he hung that belt up on the
>wall next to our bed where it served as a reminder of
>my total submission to Joe.
>
>After living with Joe for a while, I eventually came
>to the realization that he did not inflict the
>punishment because he thought that I needed it.
>Rather, it was because HE needed it. At the prison,
>other than the daily ritual flogging of 1 or 2
>prisoners for malingering, Joe found that he had few
>other opportunities to administer corporal punishment
>as he had done with me in the Interrogation Room. So
>it was important for him to have those needs of his
>met at home. On the occasion of his first birthday
>after I had moved in with him, I offered Joe a very
>special gift. I gave him permission on that and all
>his subsequent birthdays to punish me with whatever
>severity was needed to satisfy him. So, on that first
>birthday, he removed from the Interrogation Room the
>leather punishment strap he had used on me there and
>brought it home with him. That evening, he tied me
>down spread-eagled on our bed, and then he whipped the
>living daylights out of me. He gave me 50 lashes on my
>ass with that strap, and he laid it on extra hard.
>Believe me, I was screaming my head off. "Ow! Ow! Ow!
>Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Owwwww! Owwwww! Nooooo! Nooooo!"
>Joe did not reduce the severity of my punishment just
>because we were lovers. He would subject me to the
>same level of pain as any other prisoner he had
>punished. I wondered if I had made too great a
>sacrifice for him?
>
>Then, the following year on his birthday, Joe smuggled
>a cat-o-nine-tails out of the prison and brought it
>home with him. That evening, he tied my hands up with
>cords to an overhead beam in the garage and
>administered the standard "malingerer's punishment" :
>20 lashes on the bare back with the cat-o-nine-tails.
>I didn't think I'd make it through that punishment! It
>was so intense. Then, just as he had done with
>countless other prisoners, Joe wiped the streaks of
>blood off my back with a sponge soaked in alcohol, and
>just like those prisoners, I screamed in pain when he
>did that. As terrible as it was, I was really grateful
>to Joe for giving me that flogging. When I was in
>prison, I had never received a flogging, and I was
>kind of jealous of those prisoners Joe had flogged, as
>they had shared an experience with him that I never
>had.
>
>I would probably carry the stripes that Joe had put on
>my back that evening for the rest of my life. I felt
>they were an expression of his love for me. What
>others express with a gentle caress, Joe expressed
>with THE LASH. To show my gratitude, when Joe and I
>were at home by ourselves, I would often go around the
>house shirtless so he could enjoy his own handiwork.
>It was also a statement that I was proud to wear the
>stripes Joe had placed on me.
>
>For the curious, I shamelessly appropriated the idea
>of a prison flogging for malingerers from the 1932
>movie "I Am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang" starring
>Paul Muni. Everything else was a creation of my own
>mind. This story started out with the simple idea of a
>sadistic prison guard having his way with a prisoner,
>but I felt the story was going nowhere. Then I decided
>to let the story go wherever it wanted to go, and even
>I was surprised when it ended up as an S&M love story.
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