Please refer to previous stories to obtain background.
Jer awakened with a start, to find a pair of black eyes staring at him. The eyes belonged to a little girl who was dressed in a bright red gypsie dress. She screamed, and before Jer could even react, he was surrounded by a group of men, whose menacing faces scared him before they even spoke. The group parted, and the man who Jer had watch whip the boy last night approached him and asked him who he was, and why he was spying on them, and why he was dressed like that. Too frightened to even speak, Jer was pulled up, and dragged back to the Gypsy camp, where he noticed the dark haired boy who had been whipped. He too was dressed in a colorful outfit, but Jer could not help but notice that he moved somewhat gingerly, and stood, rather than sat around the fire like the rest of the group.
Jer was again asked who he was, and why he was there. He just stared at them, too frightened to do anything else. The leader gave some sort of command in a language that Jer did not understand. Soon, two men came from a wagon with sledge hammers and tent stakes, and proceeded to drive them into the ground, on both sides of the stone that Jer had seen the boy stretched across earlier. The leader grabbed Jer's jaw, and pulled his face up, and asked him if he was going to answer. When Jer said nothing, he said, that Jer would now learn what happens to people who spy on Gypsies. He released Jer, and suddenly the two men grabbed him, and threw him down over the rock. Jer screamed in fear, as his arms were tied with rope to the newly installed tent stakes, causing him to lay over the rock, with his hands pulled tight out to the sides, his head almost on the ground, his bottom in the all too familiar pose that he had witnessed the other boy in just a few hours before. Jer felt his nightshirt, his only piece of clothing, being lifted up, and then ripped in half and thrown to both sides, exposing his boyish back and butt to all the world. Jer turned his tear stained face, and saw the leader, with a wicked looking black whip raised high in the air. In seconds, the whip visited the very center of his buttocks, slashing across both cheeks, and causing him to scream in pain, and flail his legs and lower body about, as yet another stroke fell, this time at the top of his butt cheeks. As he gasped for breath, the third stroke caught him right over the line where his butt ends and his thighs begin. He had never felt such pain! His father's strappings had always caused him to cry, but that pain was nothing like this! A fourth stroke landed near the middle, followed by another stroke right in the butt/leg line again, which caused him to rear his butt up, separating his cheeks, and allowing a perfect target for the whip to visit his crack, from the top to his little hole. Later, he would remember seeing this same stroke on the other boy, but now, he could only scream in anguish.
Rough hands untied him, and pulled him upright, where his torn nightshirt fell from his sobbing body, exposing him as he stood perfectly naked in front of this group of strangers. A humming came from the crowd, and he felt his penis being pulled up and out. He looked through tear streaked eyes into the face of the leader, which had now broken out into a smile. In broken English, he kept saying things like "same" and "Gypsy boy". Jer could not understand what he was saying, until the leader called out, and the boy who was whipped the day before came over to them. He quickly undid the rope holding up his pants, and dropped them, showing Jer his little circumcised penis. In a flash, Jer reaized that being Jewish, and therefore circumcised also, the Gypsies thought that he was somehow one of them! He was hugged by most of the crowd, and brought over to one of the wagons, where he was pushed down over one of the lady's laps, his striped butt in the air once again. With a soothing voice, she rubbed his butt with some sort of medicine, rubbing even up his crack, and into his little hole. The rubbing hurt at first, but later felt good. When he was pushed up, he was embarassed to find he had an erection. The lady laughed, and took him outside to the large food kettle, where he was fed. The other boy came out of a wagon, and handed him a pair of pants, and a red shirt which he gratefully put on. He was then hustled off to a wagon with the other boy, and had a straw mattress pointed out to him. Jer was asleep before his head hit the straw.