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.