Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2005 07:44:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life Part 8: Robbie and Revenge

This is the 8th chapter in my unfinished novel about my life of spanking
thus far.  I am now 14 and a half years old and live in the United
States. This occurrence in Chapter 8 happened over 4 years ago when I was
ten. I no longer see Robbie, his father, or my father.  They are
permanently out of my life. Though I still get punished weekly, at least
now I like it, as I hated it back then. If you would like my description
please read Part 1, The Pool, first so you understand how this story
developed, and feel free to email me with any positive comments.  Remember,
since this is a true story, please do not ask me to add stuff to my next
story. Enjoy!

I laid there naked on top of the sheets in the dark.  I could not sleep. I
had my first real hard on today and it was not because of sex or girls. I
was turned on by seeing an older boy, 13, naked and getting a whipping. I
was confused by why this would give me a boner as the other boys in the
neighborhood said they got theirs up by looking at nude magazines or
surfing porn sites on the net. I knew I liked girls, but that I also liked
boys too. Especially Robbie. He was not really mean to me, he was more
following orders and I think enjoyed seeing me being whipped.  I so much
wanted to whip him.  As my thoughts turned to pinkening Robbie's bubble
butt, 'Big Ed' popped up.  It felt so good being hard in the night air.  I
gently started stroking him and planning out a possible scenario to punish
Robbie next Sunday.

During school the next day I stayed in at recess and drew pictures of
Robbie naked. I liked the way his penis looked when it was hard.  I drew
him that way in the whipping position we had to assume when punished by our
Dads.  I drew marks on his legs and penis, with the welt of the belt going
from one hip through his black pubic hair and disappearing until it
continued out and across his other hip.  This obsessed my spare time all
week and fueled my jacking off sessions which I had started doing at
nighttime before sleep.

By Saturday, I knew that I would whip him.  The thought of controlling an
older boy, a teenager, was thrilling.  I wanted him to cry good too. I
remembered his father's rule about being the last to undress when he
ordered us to strip down for our weekly Sunday morning whippings. I fell
victim to this rule last week as I then didn't want to be the first naked
and then whipped. So now I hatched my plan and practiced over and over
through to Saturday night.  In the morning I would have a teenage bubble
butt at my mercy.

The door bell rang about a half hour after my mom left for her church
outing for the day.  I was ready.  I answered the door acting all tired and
slow.  I let Robbie and his Dad in and follow me to the den for punishment.
My father was already in his easy chair. Robbie took off his jacket and
shoes and assumed "parade rest" in front of his Dad with me doing the
same. Robbie's Dad started with his usually lecture over our disobedience
for the past few months, poor grades, etc. and how we must suffer for
it. Then came the command...

"Strip!" Robbie's dad yelled.

Without a moments hesitation I stripped off my t-shirt as Robbie grabbed
the button on his jeans and dropped them to his ankles.  That's when I did
it. I turned and shoved him as hard as I could.  He fell over like a sack
of potatoes all tangled up in his jeans.

"Hey!" he yelled.

Our Dad's both started laughing as they watched me strip off my sweat pants
(wearing no underwear) and standing naked in front of them with a huge hard
on.  Well as huge as my little body would permit. I beat him!  I thought my
strategy would work as his Dad seemed to like competition and I was the
smaller underdog. Sure enough, my gamble paid off in spades...

He turned and looked down at his son, "Robbie you were just bested by a ten
year old and you will receive this weeks extra whipping at his hand."

Now Robbie looked pissed off big time.  He slowly stood up and removed his
jeans, boxers and socks. He was not hard and YES, I was!!!

I was called forward to pick up the belt and hand it to Robbie's Dad for my
beating.  Robbie was told to do the same by my Dad.  I doubled the belt and
presented it to him and turned and assumed; THE POSITION.

The position, if you remember, is standing feet spread wide and hands
locked on top or behind the head. This exposed all parts of our bodies to
the painful lash of the belt or what ever instrument they were using.

Robbie stood naked along side of me.

Smack! Came the first stoke across my butt.

"One Sir!" I called out.

You never want to yell too loud or too soft and never, never lose count.
Next to me I heard Robbie's first lash from my Dad.

"One Sir! He chimed out.

Though my boner was dying with the pain of my first lash, I couldn't help
but at least be mentally stimulated by watching Robbie's dick bounce up and
down from the shock wave created by my father's belt across his nice round
bottom.

Smack!

The next one caught me mid-back and stung bad.

Two Sir! I whimpered.

Robbie received another stroke.  Judging by his severely arched back, he
had received that lash in the same spot as I did. His dick jiggled. My pain
eased. I lulled my self into a rhythm, receiving the lash and counting it
off. The whole time relishing Robbie's beautiful purple and red stripes
forming on his right side next to me.  Tears ran down both our faces and
the whipping continued for the full 250 strokes.  Neither of us broke The
Position, for we didn't want extra.

Next Robbie's dad pulled out the paddle and ordered me to assume paddle
position.  I had to bend over and spread my feet as far as I could and grab
my ankles. Robbie came around in front of me without being told to do so,
just like last week. He grabbled me in sort of a head lock to keep me from
being knocked over by the force of the paddle. I lifted my face slightly
resting it on his thigh next to his large boner.  It rubbed my check
lightly. I could smell his deodorant soap from an early morning shower.  It
smelled so good mixed with his scent. The first swat was delivered.

SMACK!!!!

I cried out in pain and then sobbed; "One sir," very weakly.

There was a hesitation.  I thought I would be ordered to count over again
then instead another swat lifted my 63 pound body off the ground.

SMACK!

"Two sir."

On and on the swats rained in.  My butt was on absolute fire. My fingers
struggled to maintain their grip on my shins just above my ankles.  We
each, had to endure at least 50 solid swats. Every now and then he would
aim at one leg or the other.  I think that hurt the most.  My face and
tears smeared back and forth across Robbie's groin. I tasted his penis.
Not on purpose, but I was counting and crying and got a taste of his hair
and the side of his dick. He was very hard and was the first time I ever
touched a boner with my face. I rather liked it and didn't understand why.

After 50 swats, Robbie released me and I dropped to the ground rubbing my
butt vigorously.  It was so hot and kinda going numb in places. On my
knees, I tried to get a good look at the damage done and saw dark purple
bruising on my legs with red hole marks from the holes in the paddle.  Also
the strap marks on my hips were dominant and thickly bumping-up to give
good dimension to my otherwise smooth white skin.

Robbie was ordered into position for his paddling and I did the same to
hold him.  He put his face directly against my dick. I am not sure, but it
felt like he was licking and kissing it. I couldn't get hard because I was
still in too much pain.  The paddling started.  Robbie bucked forward with
each blow. With his crying and counting, my dick eventually went right into
his mouth.  He made no effort to remove it and counted with his mouth full.

Ok, so it wasn't that full. On about swat number 40 he was half sucking me
and his Dad and my Dad knew it! So did Big Ed!!  Good old' Big Ed had
started overcoming the body trauma and was reacting to Robbie's swats and
occasional slurps. I pushed my hips forward with each remaining swat. I was
getting my first blow job. I forgot the pain and started concentrating on
how I was going to punish him back in my bedroom afterwards.  This got me
even harder. I did not care why, I just liked it.

With a mighty last swat, his paddling was over. He spit out my dick and
fell to the floor exhausted, rubbing his bright red and purple butt. My
boner was hard and wet from being sucked.  It was also bright red even
though it was not whipped like last week.

Right when I thought I was about to be whipped again, Robbie's Dad ordered
Robbie to his feet and told him to obey me and take a good hard punishment
back in the privacy of my bedroom.  With a word of warning to me, that if
it wasn't satisfactory, he will be rewhipped and so would I.  I had no
intention of disappointing him.  We turned and walked back to my bedroom
where I had stashed all my whipping tools the night before.


Author's note: Watch for Part 9 - Whipping Robbie.