Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 20:37:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life; Chapter 9, Whipping Robbie

Notes from Mouse; you may refer to Chapter One for my physical description
and how this story evolved. I am nearing my fifteenth birthday this summer
and find it hard to still talk about these experiences that happened when I
was ten.  This is a true story about harsh corporal punishment of two boys.
If you are not into serious whippings and sex then you may not like this
and should read elsewhere.  All others enjoy.



We left our clothing discarded on the floor that we had removed only a half
hour ago for our whipping and paddling. Robbie and I walked towards my
bedroom in the back of the house where I was to whip him good for being the
last one undressed for the spanking from our two dads. As we walked down
the long dark hallway, I could here Robbie breathing hard.  I looked back
to see why his breath was so labored.

I stopped dead in my tracks, mouth agape.  Robbie was jacking off while he
walked, tears still staining his face.  He stood before me still slowly
stroking his penis while looking me up and down. I was still hard from him
sucking my dick during his paddling from my father.  He looked so hot to
me.  I was having feelings I had never experienced before.  I knew what
being 'Gay' meant, but didn't think that term could possibly apply to me.
I turned and continued leading the way to my room.

We entered my room and I pulled the door to, careful not to close it per my
father's instructions.  I looked over at Robbie still holding his hard on.

"So we better get started." I said as I cleared some stuff off my night
table.

"Yes sir."  Robbie replied.

I didn't know what to make of that at first.  I had never had anyone call
me sir before and especially someone older.  Something changed in me at
that moment.  I slowly started to take charge of the situation. I had
watched and learned well from my father what was to be expected from a bad
boy. I finished clearing the table of my many treasures and looked round at
Robbie, still hard, still slowly stroking with a faster pace than before.

"Stop that!" I commanded.

"Yes sir!"

Robbie immediately broke in to parade rest position facing me waiting for
his orders. This was totally awesome! I, the Mouse, was in charge of a
boy's body. My dick got instantly harder.  This did not fail to escapes
Robbie's attention.  He stared, mesmerized at 'Big Ed.' Hey, its my two
inches, I will name it what ever I want.

I went into 'Dad' mode.

"Robbie--move the discipline table into the middle of the room like last
week."  "Yes Sir!"

I stepped back and watched Robbie's boner bounce up, down and side to side
as he lifted the table and carefully set it into position.  I noticed some
wet liquid on the tip.  I knew from last time that he cums way more then
that so figured I had just stopped him masturbating in time before he
soaked my carpet.  This time the liquid was not white, but clear. Maybe he
had to take a piss. I was going to make him hold his pee until I was done
with my victim.

"Ok, bend over the table and grab the bottom shelf underneath."

"Yes Sir."

He was too tall for my small night table so his butt was not in a good
whipping position. I ordered him to scoot forward until his dick was on the
center of the round top surface.  This made his arms fold onto the
floor. Man, he was tall for thirteen.

"Reach under the bottom shelf and grab the other side of the shelf from
underneath."

"Yes Sir," he grunted as he inched forward on top of the table in order to
reach all the way back under the bottom shelf toward his feet.

I had decided not to tie him down this time as I wanted to try several
spanking positions with him and knew that he could take it with out
moving. I opened my closet and pulled out my arsenal that I had been
collecting and hiding all week (Just incase I lost the undress contest and
had to get it from him instead).

Robbie looked around at the pile that I had just dumped next to him on the
floor. I started spreading out all my implements of torture for this naked
thirteen year old. I laid out my cowboy belt with the rhinestones first.
Next came a large heavy plastic spoon that was just perfect for leaving
round doughnut bruises.  Then I doubled an extension cord with two long
loops.  The Hot Wheels track he had used on me last week was then laid into
the order.  Last was a switch.

I had gone to this kid Lynn's yard two days ago and broke off a willow
branch and stripped all the leaves off it.  I had tried a couple before
this one on my legs to see if it would hurt enough on a teenager.  They
were all too thin and only left light welts with a just a little sting.  I
wanted Robbie to bawl like I had.  When I brought home this one after
school Thursday, I went immediately to my room and stripped my pants down
around my ankles.  I let loose with the hardest lick I could muster across
the front my bare legs.  Then, I saw God.  I screamed and jumped and fell
to the carpet with my legs all tangled in my pants.  I thought I had died.
I found my master discipline weapon of choice.  Note to self; Try out new
things on Robbie first from now on. Surprisingly, by Sunday, only a light
mark remained from my self-inflicted wound.

Robbie had a dreamy look on his face as I rose from my little collection
with my cowboy belt in my hand.

"Robbie you have been really bad and I am going to teach you a lesson you
will never ever forget!"

He muttered something and seem to chuckle.  This really got my balls in a
bunch. I laid down some more rules.

"Do not move.  If you move, you will have to turn over for ten across your
dick.  Count off all your licks, one hundred with each whipping tool. (This
was about the same as he gave me last week, but I had been practicing on my
stuffed dog all week. I literally beat the stuffing out of it) and you
better do every thing I say without any questions!  You got that?"

"Yes Sir."

>From my experience of receiving and the practice on my stuffed animal, I
knew just wear to hit him. I was in my zone of discipline.  It was
different from the time I whipped my friend Dave, because Robbie was not my
friend.  Robbie was the enemy.  A sexy enemy and at my mercy.  His butt was
still swollen and solid red from the beating with the belt and paddle from
my dad.  He had an occasional diagonal stripe across his legs and back.  I
found this very sexy. I stood there a few more seconds to savor the site in
front of me.  A naked older boy, a teenager, a sexy teenager, ah, Big Ed
was also smiling.

I walked back by the wall and then came running with a partial leap raising
the belt high over head and with a loud war whoop brought it crashing down
on the lower curve of Robbie's vulnerable bottom with all my strength and
weight.

CRACK!!!!

"CRAP!" Robbie exclaimed.

He rolled to one side and took a hand free to rub his wound.  I did it!  I
made him not only move out of position, but on the first lash!

"Roll over, NOW!!!"

Robbie weakly responded; "yes sir," and rolled over onto his back placing
his hands behind his head, leaving his dick an open target.

That's when I first saw the pain on his face. Big Ed died quickly.  I hurt
him. I felt horrible. I wanted revenge for last week, but I didn't think
about him crying in agony until it happened.  Tears were streaming down his
wet face and he was sobbing.  He was no longer the big mean teen that took
glory in beating me last week, but a thirteen-year-old boy crying.

I switched the belt to my left hand and instinctively reached out to his
penis and ... well... petted it.  I didn't know why, but this seemed to
ease his sobs and breathing became normal.  He was still erect and seemed
to be reacting to my touch.  I reached between his legs and felt his balls
and then massaged his dick slowly.

"I can't whip you like this."

"No, go ahead I don't mind it - really."  I looked at him as he scooted his
butt further up on the tabletop.

"Just, maybe....don't hit my dick quite that hard, ok?"

"Ok," I said, feeling a little relief that I hadn't really hurt him badly.

I, very lightly smacked his rod with the belt.  I knew it didn't hurt at
all, but he still twitched with each of the ten smacks. His dick even
lifted from his stomach into the air in delight of the light smacks.  I
reached forward again and rubbed it gently.

Without a word, Robbie rolled over into position and said; "Ready Sir."

I took back up the belt in my right hand.  I brought down the lash fairly
hard.

Smack!

The belt had jiggled out a wave of butt flesh that traveled down his legs.
I was mesmerized by the shock waves.  The stripe would first whiten his
already red bottom and then turn a dark crimson red.  Robbie's head flew up
in reaction with each stroke I gave him as he obediently counted off his
lashes.  I knew he was not crying any more, but merely grunting and
counting.

After that hundred, I picked up the big heavy plastic spoon.

"Ok, now assume.........The Position!"

Robbie got up, spread his feet and locked his hands behind his head facing
away from me.  I positioned myself behind him and ordered him to count them
off.

I gave him respectable swats with the spoon and observed the Jell-O buns of
his send out a quiver of shock waves from each smack.  I was not hitting
hard at all, but Robbie kept on arching his back and going up on
tiptoes. Finally Robbie moved and grabbed his bruised butt.  He wasn't
crying, but clearly trying to rub the sting out of his cheeks.

I ordered him to turn and face me for ten, and he complied.

His penis was limp.  I took it up in my left hand, stretching it up toward
his navel.  It looked so cool, (like two of mine).

I gave him a super light smack on the bottom side of his dick.  Pleased
with this I gave him another.

He groaned and moaned with each one, closing his eyes.  He started getting
hard again. He then turned and counted off the remainder of the hundred
swats on his butt and legs.

"Next."  I walked over and picked up the thin electric cord with two long
loops and handed it to him.

"What?" He looked at me in surprise and started grinning.

"Before you smile any bigger...you ought to understand this is your
punishment - not mine."

"Put your legs together and your left hand up on top of your head."

Robbie looked puzzled as he assumed this position.

"Now swing the cord around whipping yourself on the back of your legs as
hard as you can!"

The smile remained on his face.

"If you do not raise welts, I will whip your bare balls with it!"

Smile gone.

He wound up and twisted wrapping the corded loops around and snapping them
hard on his legs.

"Owe, oh God that hurts!"

"You do not have permission to speak!"

"Yes sir."

He continued whipping himself very hard and fast.  Keeping accurate count
as he lashed him self.  I loved this.  Watching a cute, naked, teen boy
with a huge, hairy, hard on, in my bedroom, punish himself while I got to
sit on my bed.  Of course Big Ed was enjoying the show as well.  Robbie's
boner was smacking wildly to each side as he delivered the lash to the back
his upper legs.  I was jacking off to the sight in front of me.

At count fifty.  Robbie hesitated and said; "Sir can I please jack off too
while I whip myself?"

"Yeah, sure I don't mind."

I couldn't believe I was seeing this.  I was in ten-year-old pervert
heaven.

Robbie started stroking his dick at a fever pitch as he started lashing
himself even harder.  I picked up my stoking not caring that he was
watching me watching him. Sweat poured down his face.  His chest was all
shiny with his perspiration and his dark nipples glowed.

At lash one hundred, Robbie stopped and said; Sir, Can I cum on you?"

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.  He walked forward and stood in
front of me while I sat on the bed.  He reached down and cupped the back of
my head and pulled me forward until his wet dick head was bumping my mouth.
He pumped it and I pumped mine as well. Then he erupted and spewed all over
my face.  I kept my mouth shut tight.  I even got some in my eye and it
stung. I started to pull away and he held me fast and another stream of
white goop shot all over my forehead and started dripping down into my
eyes.  I only wiped it out of my eyes.  I did not make a move to remove his
sperm from the rest of my face.

I made him turn and show me his legs.  There were a lot of loop welts on
them from his flogging.  I reached out and started feeling his raised welts
and bumps.  This got me super hard again.

"Man, Robbie, you did a job!"

"Yeah, I kinda got into it. Besides, if I hadn't whipped myself we would of
both got it from my dad for you not beating me hard enough."

"For an easy whipping you sure cried a lot," I said, sort of offended.

"After that first lash, which killed by the way, you felt sorry for me and
went easier."

"Ok, so I don't enjoy hurting others!"

Robbie reached forward and hugged me tight against his chest.  I hugged him
too.  I don't remember how long we embraced each other.  It felt good.  I
knew our weekly whippings were now bonding us.  Instead of an enemy I had a
friend that I shared a deep secret with--I liked boys and watching them
getting spanked.


Authors note; the whippings with Robbie continued each week until I was
thirteen and my dad left home. It wasn't until age 12 that I started to
enjoy being whipped hard.  I will skip ahead to that period at my summer
overnight camp and leave Robbie and his dad and those painful days in the
past where they belong.  Watch for Chapter 10; Ethan and The Riding Crop.