Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 16:19:26 +0000
From: james williams <antipathy24@hotmail.com>
Subject: I want to be punished Installment two.

Please read part one for the introduction to this story. My hero, James, is
thirteen. He is clad now only in tiny white briefs. His hands are tied
firmly behind his back, and he has been taken down to the cellar dungeon of
one of his schoolmasters who found him practising self bondage.  It
continues...

I was of course extremely excited. Standing looking into the dungeon with my
master standing behind me I was naked apart from my very skimpy school white
briefs. My hands were firmly tied behind me and needless to say, my rampant
young boys erection was rigid and twitching in anticipation and although it
was pushing the front of my briefs almost straight out I could not reach it
with my bound hands to make it less obvious.
Right James, said the master. Before we start we need to agree the rules,
and you still have a chance to go home if you want to. If you stay to become
one of my slave boys you will be first of all tied to a cross, held by
leather cuffs and chains. You will be supported only by your wrists and
ankles when I take away the supporting platform. You will stay suspended for
twenty minutes if you can, but will be able to ask to have the support back
on the understanding that for every minute under twenty that that happens
you will receive one lash across your midriff. The lash will not cut you or
mark you but has many soft leather tails and will be very painful, but young
James, I think that is what you want?  I have several boys that come here
and all who enter have to wear my regulation thong so lets get you in that
for starters.  With that he lifted me up bodily and placed me on the small
platform in front of the centrally sited cross. I noticed that straight in
front of me was a large wall mirror and I could see myself, my tanned smooth
body, flat tummy, sturdy legs and arms held tightly behind by the cord
lashing, my white cotton bikini briefs tented forward in seductive manner.
Then, very gently, and without touching my straining penis, sir lowered my
briefs, pulling the elastic forward over my penis, and as they fell around
my ankles I stepped out of them. Smiling at me he reached over to the wall
and unhooked the smallest of several little g-string thongs. It consisted of
a thin leather waist cord that tied on one of my hips, (the reason for this,
I found out later, was so that they could be totally removed while the legs
were tied) a cord from midway across the back came beteen my legs and gave
way to a miniscule yellow pouch in shiny silky material which only barely
held my erection and showed every contour.Now then James. Do you agree to be
initiated into my slaveboy gang. I stood there, nearly naked, rigidly
excited, hands still bound behind my back so what could I say. Please
master, I agree I said.
Stay there while I get the wrist and ankle cuffs he said, and going over to
the cupboard in the side of the cellar, he returned with several leather
cuffs which I could see were lined with soft padding. Each had a short chain
attached with a spring clip at their ends.
Now Master bent down and buckled an anklet tightly to each of my ankles and
I could see that each of these had a ring on the inside as well as the chain
and clip. He passed both these chains through the opposite anklet and
loosely fastened them back to the upright of the cross, choosing a suitable
ring so as not to overbalance me. Now when the strain came on them my ankles
would be pulled tightly together as well as suspended by the chains.
He gave me another smile of encouragement and reaching round me he undid the
bonds on my wrists telling me to hold out my arms in front of me. Cuffs were
tightened onto each wrist, the thin chains clinking as I moved.
Reaching up, he made me put my arms above and behind my head at about forty
five degrees and each was clipped to a suitable ring on the cross beam.
Suddenly, I was spread and helpless but as yet was able to take all my
weight on the platform I stood on. He grinned, and reached up to ruffle my
fair curly hair again before smoothing his hands down my body, savouring the
smooth tanned skin, and my flat boyish tummy that would soon be taking the
whip.
Master stood back then and standing in front of me and watching me he slowly
started to peel off his own clothes. First his shoes and socks, then tee
shirt, then his jeans to reveal just a bulging thong of black leather. His
body was tanned and muscled but I immediately noticed red wheals across his
buttocks, and more across his chest and midriff. He grinned and said, yes
James, my slave boys like to whip me sometimes, and if you like coming here
you will be able to join in with them. Right now though my boy, you are my
victim, and your punishment is about to start.. Are you frightened by that
James.
Sort of Sir, but excited too. Then suddenly I blurted out one of my
fantasies that I had always imagined, "Please sir, whatever happens make me
take the agreed punishment. If I cry out and plead with you to stop I really
want you to punish me even more. Sir, I know it may sound silly but if I try
and plead can I be gagged"! I had always imagined punishment going on after
climax, but doing it to myself in self bondage I always gave up. This was
then my chance to realise the fantasy.
The master smiled, reached forward, ruffled my hair again, and said he
understood. If I made a fuss, I would be gagged and all remaining punishment
would be doubled.
Now let us begin he said. He started lowering the platform which had a
system of wind down legs until I stood with my arms stretched up and out to
the cross beam. Now I will adjust your ankle chains so that your knees are
slightly bent when I pull the  platform away and the pain in your arms
becomes too great you  can push up on your ankles to move the pain down
there.
Now  don't forget, you can call for release before your twenty minutes
agreed time, and for each minute you fail to achieve you will be given one
lash across the midriff. This will be given with you still held spread on
the cross, but with the platform back for you to stand on.
He turned away, set a large clock above the mirror to zero so that I could
watch the time going and then pulled the platform away. I gasped as my
weight came on my wrists and ankles. My body was stretched out as I hung
there, and I writhed and struggled to try and get a better position. I felt
the sweat beginning to break out as I fought against my bondage, but I knew
that all this time my penis was rigidly pushing the folds of the shiny
yellow thong and so giving my master the maximum thrill.
I could see my struggles in the mirror. My young body taught and shiny, the
tiny yellow thong thrust out in front of me, Young bent legs pushing to
relieve the pain in my arms. Tummy heaving and hollowed with the straining
effort and the arms stretching up to the cross beam where they were chained
and cuffed so securely.
By five minutes I was in tears, my writhing body glistening with sweat and
my tummy heaving in and out as I gasped for breath. Another minute passed as
I struggled not to call for release, but at eight minutes gone I screamed
out for sir to let me down.
Quickly he put the platform under my feet and I was able to stand straight
again, still spread by my bonds but not in pain.
I make that twelve lashes I need to give you said my master, and as he
rubbed his bulging black thong with one hand  he picked up the multi tailed
soft leather lash which he had designed to hurt, but not damage his young
victims. (later I was to help whip him with a full blooded multiplait whip
complete with knotted thongs) He stood out to one side of me, drew back his
arm and the lash slashed across, just above my thong. I screamed out in pain
and tugged at my bonds but that only increased the pain in my arms and legs.
Another lash, then another, and I found myself struggling, sweating, crying
but getting more and more sexually excited as I saw myself in the mirror,
until suddenly, at the eighth lash I climaxed and went limp against my
chains.
The master stopped and watched me hanging there, a small wet patch on the
front of my thong gave the game away and he chuckled to himself. Well James,
we still have four lashes to come and we seem to have arrived at some sort
of a climax.
By now I had sore arms and legs, my tummy was tender and marked with thin
red wheals and forgetting my reckless fantasy demand in the first place I
cried out to be released.
Well well well, came the voice of my master. I am afraid James that means
more punishment, and before you bring anymore on yourself I am going to gag
you, and from the cupboard at the side he produced a ball gag with straps
which were soon fastened over my head and behind my neck.
Slowly, my penis became erect again as the master prepared me for the next
session. I could do nothing to stop him as I stood on the platform, arms
spread and chained to the cross, ankles closely held by thin chains to the
upright.
The fairest thing is for you to spend a bit more time on the cross, and then
a few more lashes he said. You still had four lashes to come, so you will
now receive another eightminutes on the cross, and another eight lashes. I
pulled futily at my chains and realised that I could do nothing.
Again the platform was pulled away. I writhed, struggled, and watched my
contorted body strung up before me in the mirror and by eight minutes I was
a moaning sweating limp rag doll.
The platform came under my feet and I stood there, panting into my gag. My
fair hair wet with sweat, my arms and legs aching as I watched my reflection
and felt my penis once more erect with excitement. What it was to be young!
Master again hefted the lash, and again I was writhing as much as my bonds
would allow to try and relieve the pain of my rapidly reddening tummy and
chest. Then, suddenly, it was over and I was being released. First my ankles
so I could keep my balance, then my wrists until my master lifted me down
and gave me a big hug. He picked me up and carried me over to a large bed in
the corner and sat me down on it. Hold out your hands James came the
instruction, and when I did he undid the cuffs before quickly binding them
together with soft cord. Next the same to my ankles before he laid me out on
the bed, securing hands to the top rail and feet to the bottom.
I wondered what would happen next and watched as he stripped off his thong,
his massive penis swinging when it got free, and then he was laying down
beside me, turning me gently away from him and thrusting his penis between
my bound legs. He made no attempt to enter me as I had feared but simply
enjoyed my young body, bound for his pleasure, to get off by rubbing between
my legs as his hands removed my thong and wanked me off again. We spent the
night thus as my red wheals slowly disappeared so that I was fit to creep
back into school.

Next installment will be with a couple of other youngsters present when
young James learns a few more things about bondage and punishment.

Please do give feed back. I have had several already and the extra boys is
an idea from a reader. So keep the emails coming and good luck to you all.
  James