Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 08:51:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Gavin Tyler <gavintyler88@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Piano Tutor (Part Three)

CATEGORIES:  Authoritarian and High School

    I finally stopped spanking Kyle's stomach.  His
arms were still stretched out and although his belly
was more red than pink, it seemed he was asking for
more as he gazed at me with wide eyes.  I looked
around the room and found an dish towel.  I picked it
up and coiled it around many times.  Kyle closed his
eyes, for he now knew what was about to happen.  I
wasn't worried because I knew my time would come when
he would torment me, he being the more aggressive of
the two of us.  But it was clear to me that he
certainly enjoyed the submissive role.
    I let the towel fly and snapped it just off Kyle's
bare skin.  He flinched, but left his arms extended.
There was no mark.  The towel hadn't hit him at all.
That usually happens the first time anyway.  I snapped
him again and this time the towel got him just under
his armpit.  Kyle's whole body jerked and yelped and
his arms instinctively came up.  His face grimaced,
but eventually he stretched his arms out again beyond
his head.  Another SNAP!  This one landed on his side
halfway between his chest and stomach.  Kyle yelled
louder this time and turned his body away, but rolled
back and forced his arms back so that his bare side
was unprotected from my snapping towel.  This
continued until Kyle had ten or twelve red welts all
along his side from his hip to his armpit.  A fine
sheen of sweat had broken out across his chest and his
arm pit glistened.
    Slowly, Kyle sat up and raised his head.
Breathing heavily, he whispered, "Now it's my turn."
    "Yes, sir," I replied, and with that Kyle stood up
and escorted me to the garage.

Thanks for all your feedback.  What should Kyle do to
me in the garage?  I love all your suggestions so far.