Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2005 11:25:01 -0800 (PST) From: Mouse Subject: Mouse's Life; Part 7 Robbie and Me Author's Note: This is Part 7 of the true events of my life of spanking. This event happened over 4 years ago. I get super turned on thinking about it now, though at the time I was confused about my new found arousal to seeing someone else spanked. At this particular point in time I had not acquired the taste for it myself, but watching Robbie get his, gave me my first erection. Now he was permitted to punish me for not undressing fast enough for our last punishment by his and my father. Refer to part one for my personal description or write me about my gallery. This whipping account gets pretty intense and if you are not into that kind of thing you may want to read elsewhere. All others enjoy my misery and position. ...Both of us still naked, I turned and led Robbie out of the den and down the hall to my bedroom where I was to be whipped and molested by this new, strange boy.... The walk back to my room seemed all too fast. I was trying to come up with things to break the ice with this new 'friend-in-spanking.' We shared a common bond; we both were naked, had just been spanked until crying by each other's father, and had boners watching each other getting it. Since he was 3 years older, I wanted to ask him a million questions about boners. I had always heard about them, but never saw one until this past summer with the lifeguard who whipped me. Now I saw a beauty, Robbie's. Not that my own didn't look okay, but he had some hair and that fascinated me. I rounded the corner to my room pushing the door open, leading Robbie inside. He turned and shut the door. "Do you got any rope?" I felt relieved, I thought he wanted to play a game instead. I eagerly rummaged through my toy chest looking for a ball of nylon cord that I had used for a macrame project. I turned with the question on my lips of what he wanted to play when I saw him picking up part of my Hot Wheels race set and taking a section of track a part. "Hey, don't do that." He had upturned most of the track to undo a 3-foot section of the orange plastic straightaway. I was standing there naked with the white ball of quarter inch nylon rope staring at him. Robbie took a test smack of the track across the palm of his hand. "Ooohwee! That is going to really kill!" My heart sunk. Robbie was standing there with visible welts from my father's belting with a fully erect woody and an evil grin. He slowly looked around my room sizing it up and seemed to be searching for something else he wanted. "That will do." He walked past me over to my chair and night table. With one sweep of his hand he cleared of its top of ten-year-old boy treasures. My pocketknife, used Bubble Yum, Pokemon Cards and some cool rocks all scattered the floor. Robbie picked up the small table, which was a round eighteen-inch wood top on a tripod leg base and moved it to the center of my room. "What did you do that for?" "Shut up, we need it." He snatched the ball of rope from my hand and looked around some more. Retrieving my pocketknife from the floor he laid down HIS rules to me. "Look you gotta do what I say or else you are gonna get it worse from me and my Dad." His face was not mean looking, but I could tell by his tone he meant business. He reached forward and grabbed me by my arm and pulled me over to the table. "Bend yourself over it!" So much for us playing...I laid on the tabletop putting my dick in the middle of the cool hard surface, balancing my weight so not to tip it over. The cold top against my penis felt soothing in a way. Without talking, Robbie cut a couple feet of the rope off the spool and took my right wrist and started tying it to the bottom of the table leg. He repeated the same with the other. While he worked on this I laid there in a dream like state feeling relaxed while a naked boy tied me up. I looked around my room with my head about a foot from the floor and noticed my new ice skates under my bed. I couldn't wait to try those suckers out at the rink when it opened during Christmas break. With my hands tightly secured to two of the three table legs, Robbie then cut a longer piece of rope and tied a noose. He slipped it over my foot and up to my knee cinching it tight. Then pulling it forward he tied the other end to the extra rope on my right wrist. He knelt down on the other side and again took length of rope and fashioned another noose. I had his dick only about six inches away from my face. It was as hard as a rock. Each time he would cut the rope it would send a shock wave down his body and terminating in his penis making it wag back and forth in short stiff swings. Under me, I could feel my own penis come back to life. He slipped the remaining noose over my left foot and slid it up to my knee. Pulling it tightly he then completed my position by pulling my knee forward, spreading my legs wide and tying it off to the front left leg of the table below my left wrist. Robbie stood up and slowly started stroking his boner while he admired my position stretched tight across the small tabletop. "Yeah that looks really nice." I strained, tilting my head back to look up at him and asked; "Can I do you after you are done with me?" "Ha, yeah right! My dad said to give it to you good and that is what I am going to do! Now no more talking!" Robbie reached down and picked up the orange, 2 inch wide, 3 foot long flexible plastic that used to be the straightaway into my double loop of my Hot Wheels race set. He positioned himself slightly behind me and to my left. My butt was still very sore from the whipping and paddling from his Dad only 15 minutes before. I now realized I was about to get a first class whipping from this boy. I started to struggle against the ropes to no avail. I finally just dropped my head back down and laid limp knowing that I was helpless. I looked back over at my skates. It the mirror refection of one of the blades I could see Robbie bending over and putting his face near my spread butt crack. "What ya looking for? Buried Treasure?" I asked. Not the time to be a smart mouth I soon found out. Robbie stood up abruptly wound up with the plastic track strap and brought it down across the bottom of my spread butt as hard as he could. SMACK!!!! "YOWEEEEEE!!!" I screamed. My butt was on fire. He knew that sweet spot to hit and he was dead-on accurate. Then I felt his fingertips slowly tracing the new welt, which started on the bottom left curve of my left butt cheek. His fingers slowly moved forward across the painful stripe following it down onto my butt hole and then across the right cheek. He retraced the stripe backwards. I turned my attention back to the ice-skate blade so I could see what he was doing. Robbie was taking his time enjoying the feel of my buns and the welt he made with his right hand while the track that had been transferred into his left was slowly tickling his dick. He stopped. In the blade's reflection I could see him switch the plastic strap back to his right hand and get back in position for another lash. He backed up and stepped into it making a loud swishing sound as the strap cut the air. Smack! "Aaahhhh, ooohhh" I moaned. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I bucked my head (the only part of me I could move). The pain was very intense. I was crying and sobbing very loudly. My bottom was on fire. Robbie had walked around me to the other side. I could turn my head sideways and see him only up to his waist. Again, he stepped toward me and brought down the strap as hard as he could striking the same sweet spot on my butt. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Oh God Pleeeeease!" I cried. I was outright bawling. This thirteen year old had reduced me to a blubbering baby. I could hear him breathing very hard as he walked around in front of me. I could see him only from the knees down now. Then he stepped in. Smack! Right down the middle of my back and ending at the top of my butt crack. An all-new pain racked my body. I saw his feet quickly regain position for another stroke of the same. Smack....Smack....Smack... Smack....Smack....Smack... I was babbling incoherently pleading for someone to help me. I could feel the sweat from his chest and arms spray me with each lash. My back was on fire. He worked the lashes side to side to cover my entire back. The end of the strap biting in good on the upper buttocks with each swing. Then he dropped the track on the ground in front of me. I relaxed thinking it was over. He reached forward with both hands and massaged me starting at my shoulder blades and slowly lightly rubbing forward toward my butt. His hands reached my buttocks and then explored my anis and the bottoms of my balls. This felt strangely awesome to me. His sweat was dripping down on my shoulder blades as he leaned over me facing toward my feet. Both of us were now covered with a sheen of sweat from the punishment. He spread his legs wider and placed his hands of the rim of the tabletop. I could feel his hardon slowly rub on top of the welts on my back. It tickled, but felt comforting in a way. Then Robbie pushed himself off me and retrieved the strap from the floor. He moved forward straddling my head, he shifted his body weight and...Swooooosh...Down came the plastic strap. Snap! "OUCH!" He giggled like a schoolgirl in heat. The track hit me in the center of my crack with the end striking my balls. My stomach lit with a pain like I had been punched in the gut followed by the stinging sensation of the cut left on my ball sack. I tried to arch up hiding my privates under me more, but I was tied too securely to move much. Snap! "CRAP! Please Robbie don't hit me there!" "I'm not hitting that hard. Don't be a baby." Snap. It was a little lighter. "Ugh..oh..man...that hurts!" I exclaimed. "It is suppose to! This is punishment." Snap. Again the plastic strap snapped on my hairless nut sack. I was exhausted, straining against the ropes every time this teenager would bring down the lash on my 10 year old balls. After about fifty or so like that he threw down the track. I laid there panting, sweating and sobbing. Robbie walked behind me and started rubbing my butt and hole with his left hand. I laid there enjoying anything that was not pain. Then I felt both of his hands on the back of my legs as he kneeled down behind me. I felt the strangest sensation. Robbie was licking and sucking on my balls! I was lulled into silence and was gently rocked forward and back as Robbie took my small little buddies into his mouth and slurped them good. I didn't get a hard on because I was too wounded, but this felt good! No, in fact it felt too good. He did this for about five minutes being really gentle with my testicles in his mouth. He then raised up and laid all his weight on top of me. I could feel his big erection probing my anus and crack. He started to rub up and down in my spread crack. With each push the air was forced from my lungs in a fast grunt. He was breathing really hard and fast. I thought he was having a fit or something. The humping picked up speed. I lifted my butt up a little. "Yeah do that, that feels better," Robbie panted. "Ok" was all I could manage. Our sweat made me slippery and hard for him to stay centered on my naked body. My stomach making kissing-smacking sounds against the table top with each thrust of his body onto mine. Then I felt the rush of warm splurting liquid on my tailbone and lower back as he lifted up slightly. "Did you just pee on me?!" "No, just came is all," he answered back. I laid there with Robbie's cum slowly dribbling down my right side. It quickly turned cool and felt good. Robbie walked around and picked up a pair of my shorts that were laying on the floor and slowly wiped his cum from his penis. "That was great!" "Yeah well it wasn't that hot from my end," I lied. I really enjoyed the intense sexual closeness I felt with Robbie making love to the crack of my bottom. Though I was not hard, I knew that night in bed, my boner (Big Ed) and me would relive that experience over and over. Note: Watch for Part 8 Robbie and Revenge.