Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2005 11:25:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life; Part 7 Robbie and Me

Author's Note: This is Part 7 of the true events of my life of spanking.
This event happened over 4 years ago. I get super turned on thinking about
it now, though at the time I was confused about my new found arousal to
seeing someone else spanked.  At this particular point in time I had not
acquired the taste for it myself, but watching Robbie get his, gave me my
first erection. Now he was permitted to punish me for not undressing fast
enough for our last punishment by his and my father.  Refer to part one for
my personal description or write me about my gallery.  This whipping
account gets pretty intense and if you are not into that kind of thing you
may want to read elsewhere.  All others enjoy my misery and position.

...Both of us still naked, I turned and led Robbie out of the den and down
the hall to my bedroom where I was to be whipped and molested by this new,
strange boy....

The walk back to my room seemed all too fast.  I was trying to come up with
things to break the ice with this new 'friend-in-spanking.' We shared a
common bond; we both were naked, had just been spanked until crying by each
other's father, and had boners watching each other getting it. Since he was
3 years older, I wanted to ask him a million questions about boners. I had
always heard about them, but never saw one until this past summer with the
lifeguard who whipped me. Now I saw a beauty, Robbie's. Not that my own
didn't look okay, but he had some hair and that fascinated me. I rounded
the corner to my room pushing the door open, leading Robbie inside.  He
turned and shut the door.

"Do you got any rope?"

I felt relieved, I thought he wanted to play a game instead. I eagerly
rummaged through my toy chest looking for a ball of nylon cord that I had
used for a macrame project.  I turned with the question on my lips of what
he wanted to play when I saw him picking up part of my Hot Wheels race set
and taking a section of track a part.

"Hey, don't do that."

He had upturned most of the track to undo a 3-foot section of the orange
plastic straightaway.  I was standing there naked with the white ball of
quarter inch nylon rope staring at him.  Robbie took a test smack of the
track across the palm of his hand.

"Ooohwee! That is going to really kill!"

My heart sunk.  Robbie was standing there with visible welts from my
father's belting with a fully erect woody and an evil grin. He slowly
looked around my room sizing it up and seemed to be searching for something
else he wanted.

"That will do."

He walked past me over to my chair and night table. With one sweep of his
hand he cleared of its top of ten-year-old boy treasures.  My pocketknife,
used Bubble Yum, Pokemon Cards and some cool rocks all scattered the floor.
Robbie picked up the small table, which was a round eighteen-inch wood top
on a tripod leg base and moved it to the center of my room.

"What did you do that for?"

"Shut up, we need it."

He snatched the ball of rope from my hand and looked around some more.
Retrieving my pocketknife from the floor he laid down HIS rules to me.

"Look you gotta do what I say or else you are gonna get it worse from me
and my Dad."

His face was not mean looking, but I could tell by his tone he meant
business. He reached forward and grabbed me by my arm and pulled me over to
the table.

"Bend yourself over it!"

So much for us playing...I laid on the tabletop putting my dick in the
middle of the cool hard surface, balancing my weight so not to tip it over.
The cold top against my penis felt soothing in a way.  Without talking,
Robbie cut a couple feet of the rope off the spool and took my right wrist
and started tying it to the bottom of the table leg. He repeated the same
with the other. While he worked on this I laid there in a dream like state
feeling relaxed while a naked boy tied me up.  I looked around my room with
my head about a foot from the floor and noticed my new ice skates under my
bed.  I couldn't wait to try those suckers out at the rink when it opened
during Christmas break. With my hands tightly secured to two of the three
table legs, Robbie then cut a longer piece of rope and tied a noose.  He
slipped it over my foot and up to my knee cinching it tight.  Then pulling
it forward he tied the other end to the extra rope on my right wrist. He
knelt down on the other side and again took length of rope and fashioned
another noose.  I had his dick only about six inches away from my face. It
was as hard as a rock.  Each time he would cut the rope it would send a
shock wave down his body and terminating in his penis making it wag back
and forth in short stiff swings.  Under me, I could feel my own penis come
back to life. He slipped the remaining noose over my left foot and slid it
up to my knee. Pulling it tightly he then completed my position by pulling
my knee forward, spreading my legs wide and tying it off to the front left
leg of the table below my left wrist.  Robbie stood up and slowly started
stroking his boner while he admired my position stretched tight across the
small tabletop.

"Yeah that looks really nice."

I strained, tilting my head back to look up at him and asked; "Can I do you
after you are done with me?"

"Ha, yeah right! My dad said to give it to you good and that is what I am
going to do! Now no more talking!"

Robbie reached down and picked up the orange, 2 inch wide, 3 foot long
flexible plastic that used to be the straightaway into my double loop of my
Hot Wheels race set. He positioned himself slightly behind me and to my
left.  My butt was still very sore from the whipping and paddling from his
Dad only 15 minutes before. I now realized I was about to get a first class
whipping from this boy. I started to struggle against the ropes to no
avail. I finally just dropped my head back down and laid limp knowing that
I was helpless.  I looked back over at my skates.  It the mirror refection
of one of the blades I could see Robbie bending over and putting his face
near my spread butt crack.

"What ya looking for? Buried Treasure?" I asked.

Not the time to be a smart mouth I soon found out.  Robbie stood up
abruptly wound up with the plastic track strap and brought it down across
the bottom of my spread butt as hard as he could.

SMACK!!!!

"YOWEEEEEE!!!" I screamed.

My butt was on fire.  He knew that sweet spot to hit and he was dead-on
accurate. Then I felt his fingertips slowly tracing the new welt, which
started on the bottom left curve of my left butt cheek. His fingers slowly
moved forward across the painful stripe following it down onto my butt hole
and then across the right cheek. He retraced the stripe backwards. I turned
my attention back to the ice-skate blade so I could see what he was
doing. Robbie was taking his time enjoying the feel of my buns and the welt
he made with his right hand while the track that had been transferred into
his left was slowly tickling his dick.  He stopped.  In the blade's
reflection I could see him switch the plastic strap back to his right hand
and get back in position for another lash. He backed up and stepped into it
making a loud swishing sound as the strap cut the air.

Smack!

"Aaahhhh, ooohhh" I moaned.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

I bucked my head (the only part of me I could move).  The pain was very
intense. I was crying and sobbing very loudly.  My bottom was on fire.
Robbie had walked around me to the other side. I could turn my head
sideways and see him only up to his waist.  Again, he stepped toward me and
brought down the strap as hard as he could striking the same sweet spot on
my butt.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh God Pleeeeease!" I cried.

I was outright bawling.  This thirteen year old had reduced me to a
blubbering baby.  I could hear him breathing very hard as he walked around
in front of me. I could see him only from the knees down now. Then he
stepped in.

Smack!

Right down the middle of my back and ending at the top of my butt crack. An
all-new pain racked my body. I saw his feet quickly regain position for
another stroke of the same.

Smack....Smack....Smack... Smack....Smack....Smack...

I was babbling incoherently pleading for someone to help me. I could feel
the sweat from his chest and arms spray me with each lash.  My back was on
fire. He worked the lashes side to side to cover my entire back.  The end
of the strap biting in good on the upper buttocks with each swing.

Then he dropped the track on the ground in front of me. I relaxed thinking
it was over.  He reached forward with both hands and massaged me starting
at my shoulder blades and slowly lightly rubbing forward toward my butt.
His hands reached my buttocks and then explored my anis and the bottoms of
my balls.  This felt strangely awesome to me.  His sweat was dripping down
on my shoulder blades as he leaned over me facing toward my feet.  Both of
us were now covered with a sheen of sweat from the punishment. He spread
his legs wider and placed his hands of the rim of the tabletop.  I could
feel his hardon slowly rub on top of the welts on my back. It tickled, but
felt comforting in a way.  Then Robbie pushed himself off me and retrieved
the strap from the floor.  He moved forward straddling my head, he shifted
his body weight and...Swooooosh...Down came the plastic strap.

Snap!

"OUCH!"

He giggled like a schoolgirl in heat. The track hit me in the center of my
crack with the end striking my balls.  My stomach lit with a pain like I
had been punched in the gut followed by the stinging sensation of the cut
left on my ball sack. I tried to arch up hiding my privates under me more,
but I was tied too securely to move much.

Snap!

"CRAP! Please Robbie don't hit me there!"

"I'm not hitting that hard. Don't be a baby."

Snap.

It was a little lighter.

"Ugh..oh..man...that hurts!" I exclaimed.

"It is suppose to! This is punishment."

Snap.

Again the plastic strap snapped on my hairless nut sack.  I was exhausted,
straining against the ropes every time this teenager would bring down the
lash on my 10 year old balls. After about fifty or so like that he threw
down the track.  I laid there panting, sweating and sobbing.

Robbie walked behind me and started rubbing my butt and hole with his left
hand.  I laid there enjoying anything that was not pain.  Then I felt both
of his hands on the back of my legs as he kneeled down behind me. I felt
the strangest sensation.  Robbie was licking and sucking on my balls!  I
was lulled into silence and was gently rocked forward and back as Robbie
took my small little buddies into his mouth and slurped them good.  I
didn't get a hard on because I was too wounded, but this felt good!  No, in
fact it felt too good. He did this for about five minutes being really
gentle with my testicles in his mouth.

He then raised up and laid all his weight on top of me.  I could feel his
big erection probing my anus and crack.  He started to rub up and down in
my spread crack. With each push the air was forced from my lungs in a fast
grunt. He was breathing really hard and fast. I thought he was having a fit
or something.  The humping picked up speed.  I lifted my butt up a little.

"Yeah do that, that feels better," Robbie panted.

"Ok" was all I could manage.

Our sweat made me slippery and hard for him to stay centered on my naked
body.  My stomach making kissing-smacking sounds against the table top with
each thrust of his body onto mine.

Then I felt the rush of warm splurting liquid on my tailbone and lower back
as he lifted up slightly.

"Did you just pee on me?!"

"No, just came is all," he answered back.

I laid there with Robbie's cum slowly dribbling down my right side. It
quickly turned cool and felt good.  Robbie walked around and picked up a
pair of my shorts that were laying on the floor and slowly wiped his cum
from his penis.

"That was great!"

"Yeah well it wasn't that hot from my end," I lied.

I really enjoyed the intense sexual closeness I felt with Robbie making
love to the crack of my bottom. Though I was not hard, I knew that night in
bed, my boner (Big Ed) and me would relive that experience over and over.

Note: Watch for Part 8 Robbie and Revenge.