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Ellie Mae began to lecture her husband.

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The boy howled beneath the gust of wind that picked up just as the strap struck him. Thomas bucked forward and let out a loud cry. She knew that as much as it hurt when it whipped across her bottom, it was nothing compared to how it felt when it went across her thighs, or wrapped around her hip. Thomas hissed, and pedaled his legs. This situation, however, was much different. He opened the piece of paper, cleared his throat, and began to read. Additionally, the plains were an unforgiving place to live.

As the mid morning sun warmed his face he thought for a moment about what awaited him. He spoke up, allowing his voice to cut through the wind as it began to die down.

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The Jacksons had no choice but to live as a highly disciplined unit. That meant hunting, and building for him, Mr. Jackson and his two sons. He stared at the dirt. Ellie Mae stepped toward Victoria, and handed her the strap.

Jackson spoke next. Normally Thomas would be delighted to see this group of attractive young women, all dressed up, and waiting just for him. She walked toward him, and folded her arms.

He nodded, and handed the strap to his wife. The women were in dresses which was a typical formality for scheduled punishments such as this one. His was a small family settled on the plains of Kansas. As he approached, the women fell silent. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice.

She squatted down and pulled up his britches. Each day was filled from sun up to sunset with the drudgery of survival. Thomas, however, had a tendency to drink, and to sometimes act irresponsibly. And Mrs. Jackson, thank you for coming to bear witness.

She then positioned herself behind him, and reached around him. Jackson, and her daughters immediately stepped back to make sure they would not see any more of his nakedness than his bare backside. Unable to remove the sheepish grin from her face the young lady took it in her hand. Just then the first crack of the strap sounded. Thomas jerked and began jumping up and down.

She turned toward Ellie Mae. He obeyed and soon after the hardest of all the strokes striped across the lower half of his butt followed by another, equally forceful, across the tops of his thighs. She took her time, letting him react just a little before interrupting his howling, and jumping with the next installment.

Winters were harsh, and even when the weather was favorable, attacks from the indigenous population, disease, and even small errors in judgement were a constant threat to their homestead. She buckled his belt and then turned toward the girls.

She stopped just short of him, allowing her tall petite frame to tower above him. Victoria positioned herself to the left of her prisoner, just a few feet behind him. That was how he found himself sentenced to the whipping tree. Ellie Mae was the only one in her wife clothes since it was understood to be her responsibility to deal with her husband the most harshly.

She unbuckled his belt, and took his pants down to his stories. In his right hand he held a whipping strap made of brown leather. She nodded, and drew the strap back further this time. She looked back up at Ellie Mae. We have a lot of work to do today so we should get it over with quickly. For the women it was preparing food, washing, and tending the home. Victoria drew the strap back and laid a hard slap across his right side.

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He looked up to see what awaited him. They turned and stared at Thomas as the young man, normally brimming with confidence, stood before them, shoulders slumped, unable to utter a word without being spoken to. Thomas and his wife Ellie Mae had been separated from their families three years prior when they were only 16 years old. She whipped him with all her might.

Thank you for fetching the strap as I asked you to. As he walked he could hear the sound of the women talking amongst themselves. He held his position for the first four or five strokes, but could not resist the temptation to stand, and jump with each stroke after. The whipping continued for several minutes interrupted only by short breaks for Ellie Mae to catch her breath. Victoria had been on the receiving end of the strap herself before. By the time she was ready to lay down the last stroke, Thomas had broken his position and was no longer bending forward as instructed.

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There were no privileges that could be taken away, wife the satisfactions that came from time with loved ones, a good meal, or work well done. Victoria did as she was instructed and laid nine licks, just as hard, across his bottom.

Jackson looked suspiciously at her girls who were smiling sheepishly, trying not be noticed by Ellie Mae. Mary Beth leaned over and whispered to her sister. He put his wrists together and lifted them high above his head where the tie for his hands had been prepared. As he did, a strong wind blew through the homestead. Mary Beth interrupted just as her blue dress flew up in the wind. His wife, Mrs. Jackson and her two daughters stood around the large oak tree as Mrs. Jackson taught them how to tie a rope at the top of the trunk that would secure him for his chastisement.

Thomas hung his whipping as he plodded on along the story path toward the large oak tree that stood ominously behind the main house.

She looked down for a second, feeling its weight in her hands. The two were deeply grateful, and were careful to do right by the family. Thomas jumped into the air, and let out a loud cry as Victoria handed the strap back to Ellie Mae. Mary Beth wasted no time.

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So it was understood that wrongdoing had only one consequence: swift and harsh corporal punishment. Once the last stroke was given Ellie Mae turned to face Mrs. Jackson as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She positioned herself where her sister had been, drew back the strap and began the last of his whippings. Ellie Mae quickly tied the rope around his wrists and pulled it tight.

Ellie Mae brought the leather across her husbands bottom again, eliciting the same reaction. I was wrong to peek at the girls as they were bathing, and I was also wrong to lie about it to Mrs. He folded the paper again and placed it in the back pocket of his blue trousers. Mary Beth whipped in quicker succession, giving him little time to recover or reposition himself.

Mary Beth handed the leather back to Ellie Mae who approached her husband to check in on his condition. In his left hand was a piece of paper, folded carefully in half. He knew that there was no amount of pleading, or argument that would spare him from his sentence.

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She took a handkerchief from her back pocket and wiped the tears from eyes as she whispered to him. You know the rules. They were taken in by the Jacksons. Ellie Mae grabbed Thomas by the ear and pulled him along as she led him to the whipping tree. Ellie Mae whipped him in silent anger, methodically bringing down each stroke with all her might.

She took it and held it down by her side. The final stroke landed across the tops of his thighs. Nor was there an alternative form of punishment. They each covered their mouths and looked at each other. Did you also prepare a note of contrition?