Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 09:51:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life: The Pool Part 3

Author's note:  This is Part 3 of 4 of the pool locker room spanking that
took place at my neighborhood pool four summers back with my
still-best-friend Dave.  Refer to Part 1 for our physical descriptions. In
Part 5, I will start telling of my whippings from my dad and friends.  I
get turned on now writing these experiences down and talking about them. I
of course didn't then and couldn't get a boner at that time.  If you want
to comment, feel free to email me and I will respond.


Enjoy!

...Dave smiled and cheerfully doubled back up the belt and handed it over
to me as we switched places. I was grinning now!

Though I was still crying, I could finally start to smile looking at Dave
and didn't think about my second whipping that was still to come.  I stood
there naked, holding the lifeguard's leather belt, rubbing tears from my
face.  Dave and I stood there staring at each other, enjoying the view.
Even though he was about to get a good whipping from me, he was still
smiling and staring at my dick, and I at his.  This was the first time I
ever saw his boner, or any boner for that matter.  I heard of them, but
never knew what one looked like, not even my own.  His hairless dick stuck
straight out about an inch and a half, and every time he shifted his weight
it would vibrate back and forth.  I know I liked that, but didn't know why
back then.  I remember both the guards sitting on the bench with their
hands down inside their sweat pants rubbing their own dicks.  Dave and I
stood like that for about two minutes.  He asked to see my butt again, so I
turned and he felt me up.  It felt kinda ticklish on my welts.  He was real
gentle.  I liked it very much.  Then we were awakened from our cloud.

"Okay pervs! Your turn!" referring to Dave.

"Yes Sir", Dave replied, and without being told, turned and faced the two
guards, spreading his feet real wide and placing his hands on top of his
head.  I remember staring for a second at his round plumb butt thinking how
red I could make it.  I hoped I could make him bawl like I did.

The good-looking guard looked at me instead of Dave and said; "The same
rules apply."

"Yes Sir!" we both replied.

Still bare-naked, I got into position to his left side and slightly behind
him.  We were both right-handed. I took a firm grip on the doubled belt and
got into a batter's stance, spreading my legs.  I stepped into him and
swung for the middle of Dave's fat butt with all my might. CRACK!!!

"CRAP!"  Dave scream and fell forward on the guard's lap arching his back.

I had missed and hit dead center across the middle of my friend's back.  He
scrambled to his feet trying in vain to rub the welt.

I became real stern.  "Back in Position! That doesn't count."

"No way!  You didn't hit my butt!" Dave complained.

The guard stood up and snatched the belt from me and told me to turn and
bend over.  I did, placing my hands on my knees.  As I was looking back I
saw Dave still trying to rub his back while watching me intensely.  The
guard wound up and swung down, not on my butt, but on the middle of my back
vertically toward my head.

CRACK!!!!  I screamed, but didn't dare move.  That hurt way worse than Dave
hitting my back earlier.

"Ok, stand up...here." He handed me back the belt.  With my shoulders all
bunched up, I gingerly moved back into place.

"From now on, hit his butt unless I tell you different, got it?!"

"Yes Sir."

Crying anew, I was pissed and ordered Dave back in whipping position.  My
back was burning bad and started itching right away.  I wanted to ask the
guard why he hit me and not Dave for moving, but I was not that suicidal
then.  I was now more scared than before because I did not think he would
beat us at all.  Apparently, he had gotten over that fear.

Dave had a horizontal thick red welt across his lower back.  It did look
really cool.  I imagined my vertical stripe had to be three shades darker
on top of all the red stripes Dave gave my back earlier.

I didn't really notice the sound of the belt cutting the air as I struck
Dave.  But I do remember the sexy sound of it cracking on his bare butt.
His butt was real plump and bright white.

CRACK! Ah, right on target.  He arched, but did not move out of position
and screamed out: "One!"  YES! I did it, he was bawling.  I had lasted
longer!

"Excuse me sir?" I asked, "Can I make him call me sir now?"

He smiled and nodded his head.

"Got that Dave?" I asked my friend.

He nodded his head and hesitated, then: "Yes Sir!"  I could tell he didn't
like that, but I did.

Every time I stroked his chubby butt, Dave would obediently count off with
a strong "SIR!" after each lash.  His butt would wiggle and send out a
shock wave downward onto his thick thighs.  It looked really cool.  I
wondered if my butt did that too.  It was the only part of me besides my
legs that had any fat.

While I whipped him I would look around at his dick wiggling.  It was not
hard anymore but was not shriveled up either.  It would bounce nice.  I
made sure to spread the welts around on his big butt.  Wasn't really that
big but it was bigger than mine.

Dave was crying and sobbing pretty hard now. Snot was coming out and down
onto his lip.  He kept pleading to me that he was sorry and that he
promised to be good. At least I didn't beg.  I didn't feel sorry for him at
all.  I knew he deserved every lick I was giving him.  He shouldn't have
been playing around with me naked.  I wanted this to go on a long time.  I
was in my element.  Giving!  Of course that changed about two years later
when I started liking receiving better.  I had ultimately discovered my own
boner during beatings.

Finally he was ordered to face me.  Briefly he rubbed his bottom and right
hip.  His face was bright red and soaking wet. I had seen him after
whippings from his dad and he looked the same.  We always showed our naked
bodies to each other after one of us got it. I was proud that I was giving
him a good spanking.  I wanted to please the cute guard.

I asked him; "Am I doing a good job?"

"Yeah, not bad."

"Cool."  I beamed at him.  Dave gave me a hurt look.  I didn't care.

"Come on, you know we deserve this." Dave didn't reply.

He put his hands back on his head. Only this time, locked behind it.  He
has a thick mop of brown hair that he usually has to throw his head back to
get it out of his eyes.  During the whipping he just let it hang down on
his face to cover up his tears. I stood facing my naked friend and wound up
aiming for his left hip.

CRACK!

"FIFTY SIR!"

His mouth curled up in agony.  You could no longer see the marks from his
tight swimsuit on his waist.  Through the hanging hair, I could tell he had
his eyes shut for each lash and then opened wide when the sting set in.  I
showed no mercy and beat him as hard as I could.  I loved it.  He was
stronger and bigger than me and never got to beat someone like this before.
I didn't want this to end.  I was glad we got queer with each other and
earned this punishment.  Dave's legs were shaking real bad but I didn't
care. CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  On and on he counted.
Finally, the last twenty-five were given to him facing away across his back
and legs.  I striped him up good!  He was getting real nice purple ones on
his legs.

Finally the last lash.  I had forgotten to undo the belt to this point. So
I did and stood back admiring the length of the leather.  Dave looked back
at me with a worried look then turned back forward.  I made him stand there
for a little longer for effect.  His legs were still shaking.  Mr. Big
Whipper had been reduced to a bawling baby.

"This one is going to really hurt Dave!" I said as I got into position.

"Yes sir." Dave whimpered out to me.

I knew I was close enough to wrap the belt around him, which is what I
wanted to do.  I wanted it to strike his dick like he did to me several
times.  I was mad that I only remembered to do this on the last lash.

I stepped into it swinging hard and true.  The lash struck on the middle of
his right hip and cracked loud.  The tip snapped on target!

He bent over howling; "Oh my God, oh my god."

The guards were laughing. He turned, dropped his hands to his groin and was
rubbing his fat little balls. I didn't really think that I wanted him to
suffer, I just wanted revenge for my dick and ball pain.  I felt terrible.

"Here, let me see", I said as I let the belt fall to the floor.

He moved his hands and let me hold his balls.  They were both bright red
and a blue bruise nest to them on his leg where most of the tip of the belt
snapped.  I kept rubbing his balls, it was the first time I felt his or
anyone else's.  Nobody said anything. The two guards behind him were busy
stroking themselves and feeling Dave's hot bottom with their free hands.  I
didn't know for sure what they were doing, but had a general idea.  Dave
just stood there sobbing quietly with his hands at his side while us three
guys rubbed his privates and bottom.  I felt his dick too even though it
wasn't red.  He got a boner again.  I thought a boner would feel more rock
hard from what I had heard and was surprised at how stiff but soft it was.
We all did this for about five minutes.  Dave was smiling and finally we
had lightened up and were joking about how he looked worse than I did.

Dave did look a lot worse than me.  Tons!  Even though he is a lot stronger
and could hit me twice as hard.  I tend to not show bruising as much, if at
all.  My marks were already faded except for a few on my hips.  Dave's, I
could not only see clearly, but feel the ridges.  I wanted to have those
marks on me and not on my friend.  I felt guilty now.  I wanted to kiss him
and make him feel better.

I handed David the belt and said; "Whip me good!!!"

He smiled and took the belt.  He was definitely feeling better!  As we
traded positions for my second and final whipping, the two guards, who
looked all out of breath, just sagged on the bench.  I stood naked facing
them, spread my feet super extra wide and put my hands on my head.

I yelled; "Ready Sir!"

"Hold on you!" The cute one said to me.  "That's enough for today, you're
going to get whipped next time I say so."



Check out Part 4 for my final pool whipping.