RT-595 Reform School Stud

FOREWORD

“Boy, you gotta learn discipline.”

“I know enough about discipline, old man,” said Bart.

Carl Pearson looked him up and down. “You don’t know shit about nothing.”

“I know how to ride as good as you used to.”

Carl spat on the ground. Then he reached out and grabbed the boy by the wrists. “You don’t know shit, boy, I’m telling you that. That’s how come you came to me in the first place, remember?”

“I remember. I asked you to teach me how to ride. You ain’t taught me too fucking much about riding yet.”

“I’ve taught you plenty, kid. You just aren’t going to know what it is till you get out there in the ring.”

Bart tried to break away from Carl’s grip, but the man had him tight. “What the hell you trying to do, old man?”

Carl suddenly wrapped a rope around the boy’s wrists, tying them tight. “HEY!” Bart cried out, but it was already too late. Carl tossed to coil of rope over a rafter in the stable, and looked the kid up and down.

Then, he pulled his shirt off.

“Carl…” said Bart, getting a little nervous. “What the hell are you doing?”

Carl stepped in front of Bart. He was holding a bullwhip in his hands. “I told you, kid. I’m going to give you a much needed lesson in discipline.”