I soon found out that this was not to be the same kind of whipping as the one I had received in the basement. Instead of holding out a long belt strap and lashing my bare skin hard, Ryan began coiling up his belt at the buckle end and left only about six inches of strap for whipping me. Instead of a few hard lashes, I would now receive hundreds of agonizing light slaps--and his much thicker belt would certainly do the job.
As Ryan rested his left hand on my bare chest, he began slapping my stomach just under my belly button about every five to ten seconds. It reminded me of the pink bellies I used to give to and receive from friends in junior high. I always liked those! But this pink belly was different. It went on for quite a while. It didn't hurt at first, but after a while it began to burn. I started flinching and whimpering more and Ryan definitely enjoyed this. While steadying my naked torso with his left hand, he continued slapping the already pinkened area just under my belly button over and over again. After a longer while, my back would arch up a bit with each light slap. My stomach was on fire now! Each time Ryan's belt lightly kissed my bare stomach, my entire body tensed up, I pulled hard on the rope binding my wrists, and cried out in agonizing moans.
Finally the whipping stopped and Ryan's left hand began caressing all around my bare chest and stomach, up and down my sides, into my armpits, and up my bound arms. His touch was very soothing, and I thought that was his intent. However, he was simply searching out another spot upon which to deliver another hundred or so light slaps ... and he found it in my left armpit. This time he mounted me on my hips and then began the light rhythmic slapping of his belt on my armpit. At first I just lay there and accepted it, but, as before, the light slaps began to sting more and more until I was jerking hard and yelling out with each one. This went on for several minutes and I almost ejaculated without even having to touch my boner! That has never happened before.
Finally Ryan was finished with my armpit. It burned! I just lay there under him feeling the weight of his pelvis, still in his jeans, over my slender naked stomach. Our eyes met, he bit his lip, and I felt totally vulnerable. I couldn't move my legs much. All I could do was jerk my shoulders left and right. Ryan enjoyed watching my young slender body struggle against his weight and the ropes. Then he brought the belt up and lightly slapped my chest right between my nipples ... again ... and again ... and again ... about every ten seconds or so.
Just like before, it didn't bother much at first, but that spot eventually began to burn ... a lot. This time Ryan covered my mouth with his other hand. I liked his smell and it made me feel even more horney. After a while I was jerking my torso hard against his pelvis and the ropes while yelping loudly through his hand with each light slap of his belt on my bare chest. Finally it was over and my pink-bellied chest was on fire.
My young body had had quite a workout today and I guess Ryan thought the same, for he dropped his belt on the floor, bent down from his sitting position on my hips, and lay on top of me. Whispering in my ear, he asked, "How do you feel?" I was speechless, but he could tell. As Ryan kissed and licked all around my chest, neck, and shoulders, my pelvis rhythmically ground up into his. At some point Ryan had pushed his jeans down and, with his hands wrapped around my biceps, began pressing his buff frame hard onto my lithe frame. When I ejaculated, I roared like a lion, pulling on the ropes as I had never pulled on them before! Then our lips met, then our tongues, and as my wrists continued struggling against the ropes, Ryan's hands cradled the back of head, now damp with sweat and our tongues danced together past the point where I had lost all sense of time.
When we came up for air, it was twilight. Suddenly I felt hungry. My parents would be home soon. "Stay for dinner?" I asked Ryan.
"Yeah," he whispered.
"Hey, do you need a helper ... with your gardening business I mean?" I asked, my wrists still bound to my headboard.
"Maybe."
I could tell he was thinking about it.
Then Ryan said, "A helper's gonna have to be trained."
"Yeah," I whispered.
"A helper's gonna make mistakes sometimes."
I just nodded my head this time.
"A helper's gonna need to be punished from time to time."
I nodded again. 'This is gonna be one hot summer!' I though to myself.
This seems a good ending. Thanks for reading. I have some other ideas I'd like to write about. All of them involve older teenage boys in bondage and being whipped. Feel free to suggest ideas.