Plantation Whipping


by Marc E. D. Sade <Moonspender2@yahoo.com>

(Usual disclaimers apply. This is a fictional story set in a slave plantation. Do not read if this setting offends).

Stripped to the waist, Buck the powerfully built plantation overseer swung a paddle against a boy's small, black buttocks.

Swat!

"Aaaagh!"

Buck ignored the heart-rending cries and continued to mete out the prescribed punishment.

Discipline was strict on the plantation. It was a rare day when no punishments were carried out in that derelict shack.

Jeb Wade, the 15-year-old son of the plantation owner, crouched outside and watched the paddling through a crack in the wall. The scene excited Jeb so much that he unbuttoned his flies and fisted his erect organ. Again and again, the heavy paddle slammed against the slave boy's quivering little rump. Jeb gloated at the boy's distress while his fist moved faster and faster.

It was pure coincidence that Jeb's uncle Red happened to walk past the punishment shack that afternoon. When he saw what his nephew was doing, Red's handsome face crinkled with disgust. He walked rapidly to the shed where Jeb's father was counting bales of cotton.

"Did you see that son of mine on your travels?" Seth, the plantation owner asked his brother. Red spat on the dirt floor.

"I seen him all right", he said, grimly. "Peeking into Buck's shack".

"What?"

"Buck was busy paddling a young 'un from the sound of it", Red explained. "And Jeb was outside watching through a crack". The big man spat again. "What's more, the little devil was playing with hiself".

Seth stood there with his mouth open.

"Are you sure?"

"Hell! Do you think I'd make something like that up?"

"I believe you", the owner said.

"It's Jeb's ass Buck should be bustin', if you ask me".

"I've never laid a hand on the boy", Seth replied. "But you're right".

"Talk of the devil" said Red as the boy walked through the door.

Seth turned to face his son: "What's this I've been hearing about you spying on Buck?"

Jeb's face flushed brick red.

"So it's true". His father said. He reached out and felt the front of the surprised boy's britches.

"Wet! You've been playing with yourself as well".

Jeb hung his head. He'd never seen his father so angry.

"I reckon it's high time Buck lit a fire in your rear-end. See how much you like that".

Seth grabbed his son's thin shoulders and marched him to the shack. He flung open the door. Jarod, a young male of nineteen summers was now bent over the flogging table. The overseer had a mean looking whip raised high in the air. He looked enquiringly at his owner.

"Up you get, boy", Seth told the youth. The big black unfolded himself from the table. Jarod was an impressive looking representative of his race.

"I need you to give Jeb a whipping", The owner told Buck. "Stripe his bare tail good".

"But ..." The overseer was perplexed.

"Don't 'but' me, boy", Seth interrupted, "Or it'll be your sorry ass straddlin' that table".

"Yes, Suh".

"You do what Buck says, you hear?" The angry father told his white-faced son.

"Get the boy to hold him down".

It was like a dream to Jeb. He stood there staring at Jarod's naked body. His eyes were fixed on the slave's slack penis and its forest of black pubic hairs. His father muttered something about 'finishing the count', and left them to it.

"Get your britches off", Buck told his employer's son.

"I won't!"

The overseer grabbed him with one hand and stripped off his clothes with the other. Jeb felt rough hands prise open his ass-cheeks. A finger touched his fundament and then the hand moved between the boy's legs and felt his privates.

"His nuts have dropped", the overseer observed. On the plantation, pre-pubescent boys were paddled while adolescents received a more severe whipping with leather.

"Hold him down", Buck instructed the youth.

Jeb felt strong arms pull him down until his face was against Jarod's smelly crotch. The youth's now erect penis pushed right into the white boy's face.

The overseer selected a light buggy whip. He took up his position and then lashed the boy's trembling orbs. There was a heart-felt although muffled howl. Again and again, Buck expertly lashed those white buttocks. The overseer enjoyed seeing angry red stripes appear on virgin pink flesh. The boy was a novice so did not know to clench his buttocks. Buck flicked the tip of the leather so it lashed the boy's pink puckered hole. The boy writhed in agony.

Jarod who had been resigned to having his own hind-quarters set on fire, was enjoying his change of fortune. Tears poured down Jeb's face and his nose was blocked with snot. He had to open his mouth to breathe. Jarod pushed his huge erect penis onto the boy's lower lip and soon ejaqulated. Jeb was so preoccupied with the raging forest fire engulfing his rump, he did not realise what had happened. Unknowingly, he swallowed every drop.

Buck cracked the whip one last time. Beads of blood appeared where the mass of painful looking weals had intersected. He threw down the whip.

"Let him up", he instructed.

The slaves inspected one sore and very sorry boy. Unlike when Jeb had watched other boys being punished, his penis was not erect but shrivelled up inside its skin. Painfully, he got dressed and then limped from the shack. Red was waiting for him. He dried his nephew's eyes and took him back to his father.

Inside the shack, Buck motioned for the youth to get over the flogging table. The slave was a frequent visitor to the shack. He appeared perfectly relaxed. Buck admired the round, black buttocks he had striped so many times before. Then he thought about Seth's small alabaster cheeks. The overseer's mouth went dry.

"I'm gonna poke you up the behind", he told the waiting youth.

"Please Buck, don't corn-hole me! Put your big old thing in my mouf. My ass is all bunged-up inside".

With a grunt the overseer pushed an investigative finger through the youth's tight sphincter. The hot, tight tunnel and rectum within were empty. With an oath, Buck pushed his huge uncut penis into the youth's warm chute.

"NOW it's 'bunged up', all right", the overseer said, coarsely.

Jarod screamed as the invading member bloated his bowels. He was well-and-truly skewered by Buck who thrust into him without mercy. The youth's screams only excited the overseer more than ever. But it was the memory of striping Jeb's small, white buttocks which really stimulated the cruel overseer.

It was to be many minutes before the powerful man grunted and his seed flooded Jarod's rectum.

Buck pulled out of that sorely-abused hole. Then he picked up a whip and inflicted six hard cuts to Jarod's firm ass-cheeks.

"Pull your britches up and get your lazy ass back out to the fields".

Thankful to be spared a more severe whipping, the youth hastened to obey the overseer.

Back at the big house, Jeb lay on his bed. A breeze through the open window caressed his welted and swollen buttocks. He looked up and saw his father standing in the doorway.

"From now on, whenever you misbehave Buck will stripe your behind. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir", the boy replied.

"Good".

The man turned and walked down the long hall, whistling.

The next day, Jarod laboured in the fields. His brown hole still smarted. He thought about the white boy and felt his pecker swell inside his britches.

The overseer shouted to the youth: "You're wanted in the house".

Buck took Jarod to a pump and had him strip. Water flooded the surface of his magnificent body. He suffered having the overseer pull back his foreskin and then turned around so the water could clean inside his ass-crack. He soon dried in the blazing sun.

The slaves walked up to the big house. They stood in the cool courtyard until Seth beckoned them inside his office which was beside the stables. He told Jarod that he was to be put with a wench. Seth felt the young man's privates.

"Tight nuts", he said approvingly.

The owner pulled Jarod's foreskin back and squeezed his member until it swelled erect in his hand.

"Good baby-maker", he commented. "Turn around and bend over while I check your hole for piles".

The owner's hand squeezed the welts on his slave's tight, taut buttocks. Each raised weal was as thick as Seth's little finger.

"You whipped him good, Buck", he said approvingly.

Jarod winced as a finger roughly penetrated him.

"What the ..? Stand up, boy!" Seth stared menacingly at his slave. The owner had detected that Jarod's sphincter had been well-and-truly stretched.

"Are you a sissy boy?"

"No, suh", Jarod replied.

"Then tell me the name of the man who used you as his woman"?

The youth hung his head. The overseer was so full of fear his bowels turned to water. Men had been hanged for less.

"Answer me, or I'll have the hide off you".

"It was M-m-aster S-seb, sir". Jarod looked so ashamed the boss man believed him. Buck started to breathe again.

"That boy has the devil in him". Seth looked sad.

The owner told Buck to arrange Jarod's first coupling and then sent the slaves back to the fields. A bewildered Jeb, his backside still on fire, was banished that very day to a harsh preparatory school where he was to remain until the military academy found a place for him.

That night, in a small shack near the slaves' quarters, a grateful Buck gave Jarod his pick of the wenches.

"Knock her up", Buck ordered.

Jarod did his best. How she squealed when he planted his fertile seed inside her.

Buck watched the brutal mating and thought about the banished white boy. The overseer smiled with a grim satisfaction.


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