Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 17:48:57 +0200 From: Johane Oliver Subject: Strip Poker and Punishments, Chapter One (adult-youth, auth) It had taken me some months of careful encouragement to achieve my goal and form a small group of five boys that enjoyed the things that I had in mind for them, but then, what thirteen year olds would not be enthralled at what I was offering. Yes, okay, maybe one or two might not, but any attendance was quite voluntary! I was teaching sport and physical training at a small private boarding school for boys. I was thirty at the time of the story and as you would expect with my job, I was fit and athletic. The boys and I met once a week at my house for sessions, these mainly consisting of my version of strip poker, but my ideas did indeed have a neat twist that really appealed to the boys. They all readily agreed that there would be a penalty for the loser and a prize for the top scorer. After much chattering they agreed that when a boy was down to just his very sexy school bikini pants (chosen by some randy master) he would submit to being tied up, arms above head to the beam in the yard. He would then be stripped naked and be beaten by the winner while we all watched. It would be fifteen strokes with the leather belt kept especially for the purpose and the challenge was to be brave enough to ask for more when the first fifteen was finished. Sometimes a boy had taken another fifteen until I had to call a halt so as not to leave too obvious welts on his back and buttocks. I tried to persuade the to stick to the buttocks, but then sometimes they would start on the boys back and who was i to stop the spectacle!? Why did they agree? Well boys will be boys as the saying goes and when I was their age I found that being tied up and helpless before being punished was, in fact, the ultimate turn on! I reckoned I knew exactly how those boys felt as they were tied and beaten and that this was proved by the enthusiasm they had for our sessions. We had had several wonderful sessions and now I had seen all five of my chosen boys stripped and willingly accepting their punishment beatings. One of them who was now clearly my favourite had been tied and beaten three times and I began to suspect that he would often lose on purpose for his masochistic pleasure of being the victim. My pleasure of seeing him squirming while hanging from his bound wrists and yet still rigidly erect with sexual pleasure was immense. This particular boy would want to stay the night and would ask me to tie him up again in my bed until his release in the morning. He would wonderfully and willingly use his mouth to pleasure me, as we lay together, without having to make any threats of further beatings although maybe that is what he really wanted! But then an event that changed the meetings little and for me, and well, the boys also I guess, it was for the better! The boys arrived one day for one of our sessions but bringing with them a small fair haired twelve year old boy. They brought him in with his hands tied behind his back, he was barefoot and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. It appeared that this young lad had heard some of them discussing what it was like to be tied and whipped and had threatened to tell the head master if he was not allowed to join in! When they threatened to punish him if he sneaked on them he replied that he would not mind being tied up and really punished if that was what they wanted to do to him! When we had met up one of the boys ordered him to strip down to show me his willingness to join in, and with ever increasing delight I looked on this perfect specimen of young boyhood. The cunning little devil had set himself up by wearing a homemade tiny g-string using a white handkerchief and string which was straining out forwards with the tenting affect of his stiffie. Basically this boy was perfection. His lithe young body had lost it's puppy fat, was tanned a soft honey brown, totally hairless with the hint of muscles forming. He stood coyly in front of me regarding me with his large blue eyes. I leant forward and ruffled his fair hair, running my hand on down his silky back to caress the tight bubble butt below the thin waist string of his tiny home made covering. "Well boys, what do you think?" I said, "Looks like we don't have much option, but how do we know that he is not an excellent poker player and we will never have the pleasure of beating him!?" "Oh but sir." Said this little angel in his excited treble voice, "I have said that to join your games I will submit to any punishment you like, and I will do it today, now at once without waiting! Please sir, I mean it!" "What is your name boy, you really do have lots of cheek and great courage?" "I am Juan sir, and I am twelve and eight months and I have always dreamed of being punished by bigger boys or men, to show how strong and tough I can be." "I must ask you this then Juan, do you ever jack off thinking about punishments?" "Yes sir, nearly every night in the dormitory when I sleep naked, and I have often been naughty on purpose so that the headmaster has to cane me. Last time he made me take my jeans and pants off, and then when my shirt was in the way he made me strip that off so I was totally naked, and then he caned me on my bare backside, but I did not make a fuss and you should have seen the stripes he left!" One of my boys spoke, "Go on sir, let's do it to him, he wants us to so why not?" "Alright boys, get the ropes ready, and you Juan, come and stand over here, under the beam so we can string you up properly!" "Please can I have my feet off the ground sir like in some of the videos I have seen, and have my ankles tied tightly as well!" "My God, we do have a proper little masochist here boys. Right Juan, hold out your wrists to have them roped and ready." Willingly the youngster held out each wrist in turn and the boys first wrapped each wrist with old cotton sheeting so that the rope would not mark him too severely so it might be noticed by other staff and boys. Juan stood quietly, his only movement being the twitching of the tent in his makeshift g-string. When the ropes were attached they were thrown over the beam and the boys pulled his arms tightly up. One of them got a small stool and I lifted him up so that the ropes could be tightened to keep his feet off the floor when we were ready to start. Now one of the boys, kneeling at the boys feet, bound Juan's ankles firmly together and we were nearly ready to go. "Right boys, you know the rules. Anyone who is chosen to use the belt on this boy must also strip naked. The rest of you can keep some clothes on if you want to. You must each draw three cards and the boy with the highest score is the boy who will do the whipping. Juan must take the full fifteen strokes if he is to join our group and if he does so without making too much fuss he will be one of us. Juan stood on the stool, quite delightful and so nearly naked, already well stretched up, his smooth young body waiting for the onslaught. "When you are ready boys, strip him, take away his stool and start the punishment." "Sir, if I make too much fuss can I be gagged so I can't plead with you?" "Yes, I grant you that and you are a brave boy. So let punishment start!" One of the boys undid the tie cord on his miniscule covering and as it fell away his rampant uncircumcised hairless throbbing organ stood nearly vertical to almost touch his tummy. The stool was pulled away from under his bound feet, and he hung suspended from his thin little arms while the winning boy, now stripped naked, picked up the strap. I stood transfixed watching the wonderful scene and was soon aware of one of my boys standing behind me with arms around my waist to gently unzip my slacks and slide his hand in to massage my erection as it frantically tried to escape from my restricting under pants! After ten strokes of his allotted punishment the hanging youngster was howling in pain and calling to be gagged. I stood back for a moment and saw that he was sobbing uncontrollably and I asked him if he wanted to be let off. "No way sir, I want to be punished like I asked for and deserve!" I placed the small ball gag in his mouth and buckled the straps around his sweating head before telling the boy to carry on with the whipping. Now Juan was heaving, his body swinging to and fro, writhing as he bent his flexible little body in what I hoped was an ecstasy of sexual enjoyment, throwing his bound legs from side to side as he hung there and the belt landed the last few blows on his now very red butt. It was over, and I quickly helped take Juan down, then as his hands were released he came to me and hugged me tightly with his tear streaked face turned up to me he whispered. "That was fantastic, as good as all my dreams, and sir, will you do it to me again soon!" "Juan, I promise you that I will look after you. I have many more ideas as to what to do with you in the future, meanwhile go and have a shower and get dressed because in another three hours you must go back up the big school house as though nothing has happened." While all this was going on the five other boys had jacked themselves off and showered before getting dressed as I prepared a good healthy meal for them. When it was time for them to return to the main house young Juan sidled up to me and said he wanted to talk to me without the others hearing. I guided him out to another room and he turned to me. "Sir, it is half term in a weeks time. My parents cannot come and collect me and want me to stay over. Sir, I know you have looked after boys in holidays before and Sir, can I come and stay with you for the week. Please Sir, please!! "Juan, nothing would give me more pleasure because I know now what you like and I have all sorts of plan for you. I will arrange it I promise. So that is the prospect. The lively youngster is to stay with me for a week and we will be on our own. I am rampant and erect at the though of it and it is only a week to wait. End of chapter one. I really enjoy feedback and ideas on what I ought to do to this boy who is so masochistic and willing, so chapter two will be fun. johanoliver@mail.com.