Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 04:22:12 -0700
From: kinkygay stories <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Babysitter, Part 4

TO AL MY READERS:  Thanks for all your encouraging compliments.  Sorry for
the typos--hopefully they're improving as the story progresses.  I guess
each part is kind of short because I try to write almost every day.  Now, on
with the show!

   Holding the meter-long, half-centimeter-wide birch branch in his right
hand, Eric ran his index finger along its length--smooth, sturdy, flexible.
  He then turned his attention to his very willing prisoner, though not
really a prisoner since Kyle seemed to be excited to be whipped without
necessarily being bound.  Eric remembered that Kyle never once asked Eric to
stop beating him, in spite of his obvious agonizing discomfort.  Eric took
this as a sign that his young friend was, in fact, giving his body to his
babysitter, a characteristic of true ownership, which is exactly the message
Kyle had wanted to convey.  The fact that that Kyle was willing to take the
entire beating without being bound, gagged, or blindfolded was proof to Eric
that the young lad was indeed his willing slave boy.  Eric smiled with
pleasing satisfaction as he realized that very few teenagers his age ever
have the opportunity to actually go this far with their dark fantasies.
   The sight before him was stunning.  Kyle lay perfectly still except for
occasional gooseflesh which caused the peach fuzz on his bare back and the
backs of his legs to dance up in rhythm to the balmy breeze wafting in
through the open window.  Fingers clasped lightly behind his head, Kyle
pushed his face into his pillow, knowing it would successfully muffle his
cries, as he kept his torso and long legs straight as an arrow.  The boy's
waist looked incredibly slender and for a moment Eric wished that he had
instructed Kyle to lie face up in order to the boy's concave curves between
his groin and his rib cage.  That would come in due time.  Yes ... another
meal!  Eric felt the stirring in his loins grow a bit as he imagined his
face buried in Kyle's soft stomach.
   'A tiger,' Eric thought to himself.  'How many stripes does a tiger
have?'  Stepping back once more, Eric raised the birch branch and brought it
down swiftly across Kyle's bare butt causing the two cheeks to jiggle like
jello.  The slap was loud and a fine red welt could be seen growing across
the two tight cheeks.  Kyle flinched and cried into the pillow, his long
fingers grinding into the back of his head.  This was it, Kyle thought to
himself, and he really did wonder this time if he could take all Eric had to
offer with out being bound and without begging for mercy.
   Another SWOOSH; another SLAP--this time across the middle of Kyle's bare
back.  The stinging agony was intensely acute as Kyle let out another
muffled cry, his hands remaining firmly clasped behind his head.  SWOOSH;
SLAP--now across the backs of the boy's legs between his butt and his knees.
  This time Kyle's knees bent and his feet came up a bit of the end of the
bed.  The next lash landed across Kyle's calves and he got the message, his
body once again becoming rigid as an arrow.
   Massaging his erection, but, like Kyle, being careful not to cum just
yet, Eric admired the four red welts and decided to space each lash out once
a minute or so in order to prolong the fun.  And thus the session went, with
Kyle received a stinging lash every one or two minutes, for the next hour.
   Kyle was determined to be silent for the entire session, eliciting only
muffled cries into his pillow.  This was the measure of this love for and
devotion to Eric.  Something had definitely blossomed between the two boys
since that first babysitting session not long ago.
   Towards the end, Eric had gotten tired standing and had chosen to sit
down for three or four minutes before applying the next lash.  He never took
his eyes of Kyle and Kyle never moved a muscle during these down times.
When Eric was finally finished, he counted 28 stripes across his boy and
thought to himself, 'Yeah, I guess he's a tiger now.'  Eric knew the marks
would clear up by morning.
   A glistening sheen of sweat covered Kyle's young body from head to toe.
Eric reached down and smoothed his palm over the boy's trembling back,
feeling the very faint ridges where Kyle's tender skin had actually welted
up ever so slightly.  Eric's mood then changed from one of extreme horniness
to one of deep compassion and concern.  He didn't really want to hurt Kyle.
He liked Kyle--probably loved him.  He certainly didn't want to injure his
young friend.  Lowering his head, Eric tenderly placed kisses all along each
of the 28 marks and as he did this, he could feel the tension lifting from
Kyle's body, the boy now becoming more and more relaxed.  Finally, rolling
Kyle on to his side and Lying down next to him, he could see that Kyle
indeed cum sometime between the first and the 28th stroke.  As they gazed
into each other's eyes, the corners of Kyle's mouth turned up into a slight
grin.  Eric wondered which of them was actually more satisfied and with that
thought, brought Kyle close and kissed him on his lips, a kiss with lasted
long into the night.