Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:19:12 -0700
From: Randy whip <randywhip@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teen Boy Whipping

This short story is a work of fiction.  All characters are imaginary.

Part One

     It had been a long first week as the new physical education intern and
I was ready for the weekend.  Just a few more minutes to go until he could
clock out of the college gym and hit the road.  But then there was a knock
on the door and then it opened.  There stood the most gorgeous guy I had
ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.  He was almost six feet tall with
ruffled sandy blond hair just covering his ears.  Wearing only a royal blue
speedo, I was captivated by the boy's broad shoulders, smooth hairless
chest, and hourglass waist.  However, his deep, apprehensive blue eyes were
his most intriguing feature.  The boy's wrists were handcuffed behind his
back and behind him stood a campus police officer.
     "Caught him vandalizing the shower room.  Here, you take him," the
officer said as his tossed the handcuff keys on my desk.  "I'm outta here."
     Whoa!  I couldn't believe it.  Now what was I supposed to do?  The boy
stood there staring at the floor.  Maybe he felt embarrassed.
     "What's your name?" I asked.
     The boy looked up and said, "Kyle."
     Sweet voice, I thought to myself.  "I'm Justin.  How old are you?"
     "19."
     "Gosh, I'm only 22," Justin responded.  "I'm new.  I just started this
week."
     "What are you going to do to me?" Kyle asked quietly.
     Hmmm ... I thought.  I kind of liked where this conversation was
headed.  "Well, ... what would you like me to do to you?" I asked.
     "See that big hook on the overhead beam?" Kyle said.
     I looked up.  Sure enough there was a pretty good sized hook right in
the center of the beam.
     "Now ... open the bottom desk drawer," Kyle continued.
     My anticipation was growing by the second.  I opened the drawer and
inside was just one item--a multi-strap leather whip.  Okay ... this is too
good to be true!  Am I dreaming?  "So ... You want me to whip you?" I asked.
     Kyle simply nodded his head and stared at the floor.
     I took the whip out and laid it on the desk.  The handle was about 8
inches long and the 15 or so soft thin leather straps were maybe a 18 inches
long.  I walked around my desk and with one finger raised Kyle's chin.  As
we gazed into each other's eyes, I said, "I guess we better get started,
then, huh boy."
    "Yes, sir."

To be continued.