Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 19:35:33 -0800 (PST) From: Mouse Subject: Mouse's Life: Part 6 - Robbie Authors Note: This is chapter 6 in my unpublished and unfinished autobiographical novel of my life. This event occurred 4 years ago at the time of this writing. I no longer see Robbie or Rob as he is now called. He was 13, three years older than me at the start. He and his Dad disappeared from my life about the same time as my father, over a year ago. This story is about Corporal Punishment and sexual encounters involving and between Robbie and myself. If you do not like this sort of thing please read elsewhere. All others--enjoy... It was a cold, rainy, November Sunday morning as my Mom came in my room and woke me with a kiss before she went to church and bible group for the day. Every Sunday she always asks if I want to go with her. I laid there thinking for a minute then told her I am not up to it today, for I knew my father would have killed me if I were to leave with her. Man, did I want to go, as today was my weekly whipping day. However, this day would prove to be slightly different from all the whippings I had ever had. This one was by a boy slightly older than me. It was also he that gave me my first boner. I always heard of baby's having boners, but I honestly cannot remember one before meeting Robbie. I stood in front of my full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I thought I was cute, but only looked cute for a seven year old and not ten. It bothered me some, but had been use to this all my life. I am immature physically for my age so maybe that's why the late sexual start with getting boners. My mind eventually woke up to the fact that in about a half hour "Sir" would be here with his son Robbie for my whipping. My dad's friend, the Neo-Nazi gangster in a cheap suit was also to punish his son today as well. At least I knew it wouldn't be as bad as last week when all the attention was on my bad report card and me. I found myself almost looking forward to seeing a mature boy being whipped and I didn't understand why. I hated having it done to me to this point so why a sudden desire to see a fellow guy get his licks bare-naked? I showered, got dressed and walked up front to have a bowl of cereal. Soon as I rounded the corner from the living room to go into the kitchen the doorbell rang and I saw my dad jump up form his easy chair and race past me for the door. I heard some muffled greetings and then a boy's voice. They were here, so much for having my cereal. My dad called me into the den. As I walked in they were all standing there watching me. My eyes were immediately drawn to Robbie. Man, for 13 he was gigantic. He had to be almost five foot, eight inches tall. I later found out he weighed about 135 pounds. He had black straight hair like his old mans' and had that same Nazi look about him. He was not ugly, nor particularly a hottie either, he was just...well, Robbie. His dad introduced him to me and we both kinda shook hands and quickly looked away from each other. He was dressed like me in black jeans, a sweatshirt and socks. My dad had the drapes open and all the lights on. Our den faces an enclosed courtyard so nobody could see in. He and "Sir" sat down on the couch next to each other, while Robbie and I stood there with our hands in our front pockets. Finally "Sir" broke the awkward silence with a lecture on our poor grades. "You know why you are both here so let's get down to it and start undressing--facing us." Rob spoke first; "Yes Sir." I immediately copied; "Yes Sir." I started undoing my jeans and kinda watched Robbie as he pulled off his sweatshirt first. His tan was also faded about like mine from last summer. He did not have any visible hair under his arms. His nipples were big and brown and kinda puffy looking. He had an innie navel like me, except his stomach was not flat. I unzipped and dropped my jeans around my ankles exposing my legs and boxers. I stepped out of my jeans slowly, hoping Robbie would be first one naked and then spanked first. He ripped down his jeans and took them off turning each leg inside-out. He wasted no time at all. Next he had both socks ripped off and carelessly tossed to either side. He wore boxers too. Jet black ones. I started to fidget with my right sock as he quickly yanked down his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. This was my first time seeing such a tall boy naked with (yes!)-hair. Nobody on our junior swim team had matured yet and I didn't dress with the older boys, so this was a bonus. His penis was huge to me, but in later comparison to other boys I saw his was rather short. It was nice and thick with only a dusting of black pubic hair at its base. His bottom was pure white and kinda, I don't know, pair shaped. His legs were long and nice. Robbie stood at what his Dad would later call "Parade Rest." His feet were shoulder width apart and his hands resting clasped behind him on his buttocks. His father then barked at me; "Since you are the last one naked for punishment you will receive an extra whipping from Robbie afterwards." My plan had backfired. I looked over at Robbie who was positively beside himself starring down at my small white bubble butt with chow time written all over his Nazi face. "Yes Sir." Was all that I could manage. After Sir finished the lecture, the same rules he had dictated to me last week, along with my proper instruction of the parade rest position, he spoke to my father for the first time that morning. "Would you like to start by spanking Robbie?" "Most definitely," my Dad eagerly replied. Gee, what else was new, I was getting it from Sir. But, some things seemed to go right. Robbie was getting it first. As my Dad scooted forward to the edge of the couch, Robbie automatically walked forward and then asked; "Sir, are you right or left handed?" "Ah, right." My dad seemed taken aback by the question. Robbie stepped to his left and obediently turned and placed his naked form across my Dad's lap. His toes were touching the ground and his palms were doing the same. My father had that same smiley, dreamy look on his face when he would spank me. I felt kinda jealous, not really understanding why at the time. I started to copy Robbie by moving over in front of Sir when he barked at me to get back in parade rest. I snapped back in position quickly. Robbie would be spanked first! I got to watch! This was too cool. I started to notice a tingly feeling in my stomach and balls. It felt good. That quickly spread to my penis head. I looked down and I was actually getting a boner; a woody, a stiffy, 2 inches of steaming conga. I was so excited I forgot what was happening and yelled; "Look!" Instead of the reaction I was hoping for, my prideful moment was abruptly halted. Sir stood up and removed his belt. "Hands on your head NOW!" I obeyed. He wound up and delivered a hard lash amid shaft of my penis. Ok, lets face it, the entire dick got it. Man, did that hurt! It was quickly followed by 9 more. I was crying. Not cuz of the pain so much, but because of the embarrassment. Robbie was smiling as he lay on my fathers lap looking up at me. "Parade Rest! And Do Not Talk Again!" Sir was not mad that I got a boner. It was cuz I talked. Well, needless to say, "Big Ed" as I then dubbed him, was not up anymore. With tears splashing down my checks, all attention in the room was back on Robbie and his bright, white, b_u_t_t. My father was using his belt that he frequently whipped me with. It was doubled and at the ready. He rose it high in the air and SWOOSH..... "Crack!" "One Sir" Robbie counted off in a muted tone. Immediately another lash rained down on Robbie's backside. "Crack!" "Two Sir." I was mesmerized by the wiggle of the fat on his bottom and legs as it traveled in waves from the epicenter of the strike. It looked really super cool. I wondered if my butt did that too. Mine was a lot smaller and a little more muscular. His butt had two bright red thick stripes across the right cheek from his crack to his right hip ending in a rather blunt edged welt. I could barely make out his face as his hair hung down covering his eyes. There were neither tears nor much of a reaction at all. I could have sworn he was smiling. Then I noticed, so was I. Was I evil? I was enjoying his pain. But what the heck, he appeared to be too. That puzzled me, I mean it had to hurt. After a few hundred lashes across Robbie's butt and legs, my father had finished. Robbie was then instructed to go stand facing the corner with his hands on his head. His butt had some real good purple and blue welts shinning with a crimson outer area toward his hips. I saw some tears on his face now, though not nearly what I usually had. He was definitely tougher than I was. During the several minutes that past I had just noticed that Big Ed had come back to life. I couldn't help looking at my self, my body was behaving like an older boy's. It was a way cool discovery. I was awakened out of my personal pride state with Sir speaking to me firmly. "Okay son, your turn." "Oh, ah, Yes Sir." Big Ed bit the dust. In my limp state, I walked over to Sir and stood, not sure what I was to do. "Ahem." "Yes Sir?" "Do you not have something you must ask me?" Thinking hard, looking at Mr. Gangster-Nazi, I was drawing a blank. Then it hit me (No, not the belt). "Oh yeah,...err...Sir, are you right handed or left handed?" "Good!...I am right handed." Why did I have to even ask? He whipped me last week with his right hand. Duh! I walked of course to the wrong side (my right). Hey I was ten, I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. Sir grabbed me and pulled me around to his other side. I hesitated, then bent my self across his lap, taking one last look at Robbie's bottom, knowing that's what mine is about to look like. I laid there for a bit, naked and helpless. Neither my feet nor my hands touched the floor like Robbie's had, yet another reminder why I am called Mouse. Short...sucks! He picked up his belt from the couch and neatly folded it in half. He placed a hot sweaty hand on my back. I felt his body weight shift on the cushions as he reached up high. Then a short whoosh of the air and... Crack! "Ahhhh, One Sir." Crack! "Two Sir." My bottom was on fire. He was hitting the tenderest part of my butt-right where it connects to my legs at the curve. Tears started to fill my eyes and spill down my face. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I just clenched them together. Before the third lash he stopped to spread my legs far a part. Then I felt the belt being laid down carefully on my back. I looked back at him to see what was up. He took both hands and spread my butt crack apart as far as he could and starred. He was smiling. I turned my head back down. I didn't mind, at least this didn't hurt. Once, I even did look at it my self in the bathroom mirror a couple of times before this to see what it looks like. My butt hole reminded me of that old Alien movie...the space doors on the ship, the way they circle open and closed. Cool. Crack! Reality had come back hard. "Three sir." I think the space doors just purged. He whipped up and down both legs very hard. Every now and then I would look up to see Robbie looking under his arms from his corner at my butt. He was still smiling. Jerk! My bottom was getting very hot from repeated lashes. My legs, the fat part, stung and itched badly. I started bucking when he hit the bottom of my butt and my upper legs. Man, that hurt. I had finally counted off 200 lashes. I laid there too tired and sore to move. After a bit I noticed his hand caressing my sore butt. It was kinda numb to the lighter sensation of touch at this point, though I could feel him probing and squeezing it. "Ok, in the corner with you." "Yes Sir." "Robbie." "Yes Sir." He moved and I took his place in the corner. Looking back before I placed my hands on my head and faced the corner, I saw Sir handing his huge paddle with the 16 holes to my Dad. I remembered this one all too well from last week's session. "The Position!" My dad commanded. "Yes Sir," Robbie offered. If you remember The Position meant; clasp hands on top or behind your head, stand erect with your feet spread wide. Robbie had a serious hard on! My mouth dropped open. It was really cool looking. It was pointing up like Big Ed had, only a lot fatter. His was also a lot darker in color than mine. My father took up position behind and to one side of Robbie, who was starring straight a head with a serious look of determination. The first swat rained in with a loud..... Crack! "One Sir." Crack!...Crack!...Crack!...Crack!...Crack!.......on and on the loud smacks registered on Robbie's naked bottom. He shook with each blow. The blows from the paddle made his penis bob frantically, registering a second softer smack as it would slap up against his stomach. My father was a strong man and was using full force. Robbie no longer had a hard-on and was visibly sobbing like a little boy. I think...I smiled. His sides and stomach had lines of sweat dripping down heavy from under his arms. His back had a nice sheen of sweat covering it making it glow. Every swat to his bottom brought forward a spray of sweat from his penis and balls as they moved in reaction. Occasionally he arched his sweaty back when my dad caught him on that sweet spot at the bottom of his butt. Robbie had managed to count off a full 40 swats with out moving out of position and earning extra ones. Then I was called from the corner. Instead of him doing more corner time Robbie was told to face me in The Position. "The Position!" Sir demanded of me. "Yes Sir," I replied. Sir had just taken the paddle from my father. I was still fully erect from watching. My Dad then took a hold of Robbie's shoulders and pushed him forward until my face was in Robbie's chest. His sweat dripped down onto my nose. My boner was at full attention and lightly tickling the bottom of his balls. Then I felt his dick pushing against my stomach. I looked down he was hard again. His head was rubbing ever so slightly up and down on my tight stomach leaving a wet trail above my navel. The first swat was then delivered to my already sore butt. Crack! I was thrown forward into Robbie, effectively giving him a two-inch injection of the old pork sword. Big Ed went upward and parted his balls! I thought I broke poor Ed in half. Robbie ducked down hard and fast and smacked his face on the top of my head. We both fell down crying. I was troubled by which to grab first; my buns or my skull. Robbie had no problem he grabbed his little buddies. Apparently Big Ed done a job on them! Both Dads were laughing out loud! Finally, and I do not know why, I found myself laughing as well, and then accompanied by Robbie. I enjoyed the break. But that too quickly ended. I was now told to stand back up, bend over and grab my ankles. Robbie was instructed to stand in front of me and bend over and hug me. Here we were--two naked boys, who never laid eyes on each other until today's spankings, hugging each other in a totally weird position. The second swat was then delivered to my bottom. Crack! "One Sir." No, I did not lose count. I knew I would have to start from scratch since I moved. True, I was hit by a bus, but I moved. I could feel Robbie's limp penis smooching against the top of my head as he held me in place. I am sure it did not take him long to get hard again, rubbing back and forth across my blonde curls. Crack! "Two Sir." Sir lifted me off the ground with an upward swing from the cheap seats. Robbie held me in the air as he too lifted with the force and gently set me back down. I re-spread my feet wide. Crack! "Three Sir." These definitely hurt way worse than the belt. My butt was not longer numb from the corner time break, so this was new pain on top of old. I did however, feel unusually comforted being held by a naked boy. One with a boner rubbing on my head. Crack! "Four Sir." It hurt really badly, I mean it burned. I tried to struggle a little just to free my hands to rub some of the burn out of my buns, but Robbie bear-hugged me tight. The swats came at even intervals. Each one lifting me off the ground and then my being gently lowered back into place by Robbie. The sweat ran down my legs and they shook violently from the punishing swats. Finally.... Crack! "Forty sir," I sobbed. Robbie released me and then helped me to stand up. As I slowly raised up I got a full view of his penis, still partially erect with a long streamer of whitish goop hanging down about nine inches from it. At first I thought I saw a string hanging off my own forehead until I wiped at it. It was sperm. Robbie had cum all over the top of my head. It was my first time seeing sperm up close and live. I was still have dazed by the pain to care much at this point. We were ordered to stand at parade rest side by side. Robbie was now limp again. "Okay, for being last one dressed you will be punished extra by Robbie," Sir exclaimed. Robbie was positively beaming at his father, then turned and gave me an evil grin. "Take him back and punish him in his bedroom good and hard. Do not get dressed or leave the room until we come for you. Understand?" We both answered in unison; "Yes Sir." Both still naked, I turned and lead Robbie out of the room and down the hall to my bedroom where I was to be whipped and molested by this new, strange boy.... Watch for Part 7 - Robbie and Me. This event happened four years ago. My father is now long gone out of my life and so are Sir and Robbie. This was the first time I got turned on by watching a spanking. I still very much hated receiving them back then. I do not have any pictures of Robbie, he lives now only in my memories.