Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 07:28:19 -0600
From: Javiar Bautista <javiar722@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diary of a Whipping Boy, Part Four

     I soon found out that this was not to be the same kind of whipping as
the one I had received in the basement.  Instead of holding out a long belt
strap and lashing my bare skin hard, Ryan began coiling up his belt at the
buckle end and left only about six inches of strap for whipping me.  Instead
of a few hard lashes, I would now receive hundreds of agonizing light
slaps--and his much thicker belt would certainly do the job.
     As Ryan rested his left hand on my bare chest, he began slapping my
stomach just under my belly button about every five to ten seconds.  It
reminded me of the pink bellies I used to give to and receive from friends
in junior high.  I always liked those!  But this pink belly was different.
It went on for quite a while.  It didn't hurt at first, but after a while it
began to burn.  I started flinching and whimpering more and Ryan definitely
enjoyed this.  While steadying my naked torso with his left hand, he
continued slapping the already pinkened area just under my belly button over
and over again.  After a longer while, my back would arch up a bit with each
light slap.  My stomach was on fire now!  Each time Ryan's belt lightly
kissed my bare stomach, my entire body tensed up, I pulled hard on the rope
binding my wrists, and cried out in agonizing moans.
     Finally the whipping stopped and Ryan's left hand began caressing all
around my bare chest and stomach, up and down my sides, into my armpits, and
up my bound arms.  His touch was very soothing, and I thought that was his
intent.  However, he was simply searching out another spot upon which to
deliver another hundred or so light slaps ... and he found it in my left
armpit.  This time he mounted me on my hips and then began the light
rhythmic slapping of his belt on my armpit.  At first I just lay there and
accepted it, but, as before, the light slaps began to sting more and more
until I was jerking hard and yelling out with each one.  This went on for
several minutes and I almost ejaculated without even having to touch my
boner!  That has never happened before.
     Finally Ryan was finished with my armpit.  It burned!  I just lay there
under him feeling the weight of his pelvis, still in his jeans, over my
slender naked stomach.  Our eyes met, he bit his lip, and I felt totally
vulnerable.  I couldn't move my legs much.  All I could do was jerk my
shoulders left and right.  Ryan enjoyed watching my young slender body
struggle against his weight and the ropes.  Then he brought the belt up and
lightly slapped my chest right between my nipples ... again ... and again
... and again ... about every ten seconds or so.
     Just like before, it didn't bother much at first, but that spot
eventually began to burn ... a lot.  This time Ryan covered my mouth with
his other hand.  I liked his smell and it made me feel even more horney.
After a while I was jerking my torso hard against his pelvis and the ropes
while yelping loudly through his hand with each light slap of his belt on my
bare chest.  Finally it was over and my pink-bellied chest was on fire.
     My young body had had quite a workout today and I guess Ryan thought
the same, for he dropped his belt on the floor, bent down from his sitting
position on my hips, and lay on top of me.  Whispering in my ear, he asked,
"How do you feel?"  I was speechless, but he could tell.  As Ryan kissed and
licked all around my chest, neck, and shoulders, my pelvis rhythmically
ground up into his.  At some point Ryan had pushed his jeans down and, with
his hands wrapped around my biceps, began pressing his buff frame hard onto
my lithe frame.  When I ejaculated, I roared like a lion, pulling on the
ropes as I had never pulled on them before!  Then our lips met, then our
tongues, and as my wrists continued struggling against the ropes, Ryan's
hands cradled the back of head, now damp with sweat and our tongues danced
together past the point where I had lost all sense of time.
     When we came up for air, it was twilight.  Suddenly I felt hungry.  My
parents would be home soon.  "Stay for dinner?" I asked Ryan.
     "Yeah," he whispered.
     "Hey, do you need a helper ... with your gardening business I mean?" I
asked, my wrists still bound to my headboard.
      "Maybe."
      I could tell he was thinking about it.
     Then Ryan said, "A helper's gonna have to be trained."
     "Yeah," I whispered.
     "A helper's gonna make mistakes sometimes."
     I just nodded my head this time.
     "A helper's gonna need to be punished from time to time."
     I nodded again.  'This is gonna be one hot summer!' I though to myself.

This seems a good ending.  Thanks for reading.  I have some other ideas I'd
like to write about.  All of them involve older teenage boys in bondage and
being whipped.  Feel free to suggest ideas.