Boys ranch discipline

The bearded man in camouflage tightens the ropes while the bald one cracks the wooden paddle against his thighs, the sting sharp enough to make the other gasp as he’s bent over. The belt snaps across the bent back, leaving red marks where the first strokes landed, while the muscular one on his knees braces for the next hit. One holds the stick, the other wields the belt, both know exactly where to strike.