Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2003 07:16:38 -0700
From: Kevin Michael <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: The New Job, Part One

     Kevin had always loved traveling and when he got the chance one summer
to teach High school English overseas, he accepted the position without
hesitation.  He was surprised to have been hired at all, being only 18 years
old and having just graduated from high school himself.  But they were
desperate for teachers on this small Pacific island and this was no ordinary
school.  It was a reform school for boys.  And one more thing--this school
still practiced corporal punishment.
     Growing up as a shy only child in a fatherless household, Kevin was not
surprised that he had turned out gay, but was surprised at having developed
a kinky streak sometime during his early teenage years.  He was six feet
tall, weighed 165 pounds, had a 30-inch waist, and had done some
weightlifting, but his tan was deeper than his muscles were big.  Kevin had
never been west of the Mississippi, but now he was going farther west than
he had ever dreamed.
     Upon arrival at the school, Kevin was given a quick tour which included
his classroom.  He was to have a class of 16- and 17- year old students.
This school took its reform methods very seriously.  Each classroom was
equipped with a variety of bamboo switches and leather straps.  A central
support post had ropes and a pair leather cuffs dangling down one side about
seven feet off the floor.  There was also a set of ropes and cuffs dangling
from an overhead rafter about six feet apart and about six feet off the
floor.  There were even some "Whipping Rules" posted on the wall:
1. No more than one boy and one teacher were allowed in this classroom
during a punishment session at a time.
2. Doors are to be locked and boys are to be stripped naked before being
tide up.  However, for a particulary obnoxious boy, the teacher may tie the
boy up first and then slowly rip the boy's uniform off his body until he is
completely naked.
3. All parts of the boy's body may receive lashes except the head and neck,
the tops of the boy's hands and feet, and his genitals.
4. No bloody lashes; however, each lash mark must not fade for at least 24
hours.  Be careful about criss-crossing lashes.
5. How many lashes?
a. Ten lashes for not completing homework.
b. Ten lashes for tardiness.
c. Twenty lashes for any kind of disrespect towards authority.
d. Thirty lashes for blatant bad behavior.
It was also explained to Kevin that "c" and "d" are usually combined, as
they often go hand in hand, but no more than 50 lashes could ever be applied
in a 24 hour period.
     Kevin's first day was quite a surprise.  Only about half the class was
Asian.  The rest were white!  Another pleasant surprise--most, if not all,
of the boys were very good-looking, relatively tall, slender, and in quite
good shape.  The physical fitness program at this school was second to none.
  During lunch some of the boys in the courtyard took off their shirts and
lash marks could already be seen on a few of their backs, chests, and
stomachs.
     By the end of the day, a cute boy in the back row had caught Kevin's
attention, probably because he had been sleeping most of the afternoon.  The
boy's name was Ryan and he had a blond bowl haircut with blue eyes, ruby-red
lips, and very clear skin, but Kevin had a better tan.  Ryan was as tall as
Kevin, but more slender, coming in at probably 150 to 155 pounds.  Even
though Ryan was 17, Kevin had already seen through the huge short sleeves of
the boy's white uniform shirt that he had only a few sprigs of hair in each
armpit.
     One look from Kevin was all Ryan needed to remain in his seat when the
class was dismissed.  After everyone was gone and the doors were closed and
locked, Kevin walked back to Ryan's desk.
"You were sleeping most of the afternoon, Ryan." Kevin said.
"Yes, sir.  I'm sorry sir."
"Don't you think that's disrespectful?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, what should we do now?"
"I should be whipped sir," Ryan murmured quietly as he hung his head.
"How many lashes?"
"Twenty, sir."
"This has happened before, hasn't it, Ryan?"
"Yes, sir.  Many times."
     Stepping behind the boy, Kevin began massaging Ryan's shoulders.
Ryan's head came back up and Kevin leaned down and kissed the top of his
head.  Kevin massaged down the boy's arms and lifted his huge short sleeves,
kneading Ryan's soft biceps.  Gripping each bicep, Kevin lifted Ryan off of
his stool and pulled him close, embracing the younger boy in his strong
arms.  Ryan left his arms at his sides and bowed his head as a gesture of
submission.  As Kevin savored the natural body scent of Ryan's neck and
shoulders, his nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned up the boy's shirt and when
Kevin finally unbuttoned the last top button, he gently pushed it off the
boy's smooth shoulders, down his long sinuous arms, and onto the floor.
      By now Kevin was tasting as well as smelling Ryan's neck and
shoulders.  His hands rubbed all over the boy's soft stomach and tight
chest, nipples hard and protruding.  Conveniently, the classroom's center
support post was located right next to Ryan's desk and Kevin lifted the
boy's arms and buckled his wrists in the leather cuffs high over his head.
Kevin then gently spun Ryan around and saw the longing look in the younger
boy's eyes and the bulge in his blue uniform shorts.

Part two will come soon.  Thanks for reading.  I try to respond to all
comments and suggestions, so feel free to write.