Well guys, thanks for your feedback. It's nice to know that some people are actively reading the archives still. I'm sorry I haven't had time to reply to any of you personally, but I've been a bit tied up with one thing or another ;-)
It's clear from the replies that you're all keen for the scenario to develop, I do want to remind you all though that this is going to remain quite mild, because it all has a grounding in reality, and neither Chris or I have the desire to go too extreme.
Here's the second 'chapter', please continue to send us your comments though, chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk
Several of you have asked for details about 'me', so, to put you more in the picture, I'm 22, 6ft2, blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders.. you get the idea! Now, lets get back to where we left it;
Teaching The Schoolboy A Lesson (2)
Chris lay on the bed, secured by wrists and ankles with ties from my wardrobe, and blindfolded by another. He didn't seem to offer any resistance. His chest was heaving as he breathed deeply, each breath sent a ripple through his upper body, it was a delight to just sit there and watch him. I was caught up in the moment, the world seemed to stand still, and the only indication of time was the rising and falling of his chest.
To behold perfection is a defining moment of your life, some spend forever chasing dreams, or they wake each morning in hope of the perfect dawn. Others lay awake watching the stars, caught up in the endlessness of it all. As I sat, enraptured by his beauty, I found my life's definition, my sun, my stars, and my moonlit night, a true dawn of self. And as my mind raced at the possibilities that lay ahead of me, I knew all of my dreams could come true.
I moved closer towards him, my hands drawn to his body, I desperately wanted to feel at one with him, to touch a piece of heaven, and be touched by an angel. Tentatively, I reached out with my left hand, my arm shaking in nervous trepidation. As my fingertips touched his stomach, I could feel the heat of his skin, and that warmth spread through my body -- an indescribable 'tingle' from my head to my toes. Chris didn't recoil at my touch, and I took this as a green light, and continued by exploration, moving my hands across his stomach and up to his chest. His skin was so smooth, and as I traced the delicate tone of his muscles with my hands, I lightly brushed his right nipple, causing him to moan softly.
I slowly teased his nipples with my fingertips, responding to his excited murmurs, my hands continued their journey, eagerly feeling and caressing every inch of his body -- but carefully avoiding his crotch so as to heighten the tension further. Delicately, I lowered my head towards his, and placed a single kiss on his cheek. With one kiss, the boundary had been crossed; I knew how much I wanted to be with Chris, and how much I hoped that he wanted to be with me.
Reluctantly, I moved away from him, keen to continue with the scenario that had presented itself. I was in charge, and I wanted to make sure that Chris knew it too.
'You've been a bad boy, haven't you Chris?' I asked him, he replied timidly; 'Yes Sir, I have, I'm sorry, please be gentle with me.'
Gentle with him? What did he mean, 'be gentle', surely he wasn't asking me to hurt him, gently, was he? Taking the initiative, I unfastened the ties that held him to the bed, and, grasping him by his slender waist, turned him over. Slowly, I teased down the waistband of his white briefs, leaving them resting just below his bare behind. Before he had the chance for second thoughts, I reattached the ties to the bedposts, and once again Chris was at my mercy.
'Please, be gentle.'
There was obvious anxiety in his voice, I could sense that though this was what he wanted, he needed reassurance,
'Chris, it's ok, I'll never hurt you,' and I was genuinely sincere about this, I already cared for him a great deal, and never wanted to see him cry, 'We'll take this slowly, you can stop me at ANY time.'
I took up a position at the bedside, and once more, with shaking hand, reached out to touch his naked body. My palm hovered about 8" from him, and, taking a deep breath to calm myself, I brought it down firmly on his left cheek. Chris moaned audibly, and started to grind against the mattress. Again, I raised my hand to smack him, this time his right cheek. The moaning continued, and I took this to mean he wanted more, so cautiously, I spanked him again, slightly harder, then a 4th, 5th and 6th time. I noticed a reddening appearing on his ass, and took that as a sign that that was enough for now, and so I stopped as suddenly as I'd started.
As my pulse slowed, and the adrenalin ebbed away, I took a few deep breaths and thought carefully about the situation. It was clear that I could still do anything I wanted with Chris in the position he was, but I had to be very careful not to take things too far, and risk hurting -- or worse still -- scaring him.
Chris had continued to 'hump' the mattress, and was very clearly still turned on by the whole thing, and I just wished that my imagination could of come up with something suitable to fulfil his obvious need. In a rare moment of inspiration, I remembered that I had a bottle of almond oil for massage that I'd bough the previous year when I had damaged my shoulder playing basketball, so, having found it in a drawer of my bedside cabinet, I moved down to the foot of the bed.
Pouring a small amount of the oil into my cupped hand, I delicately caressed his left foot, then his right, working the oil from his toes to his heels, relishing the feel of every curve, memorising every inch before making my way up to his calves. Like the rest of his body, they were well toned and defined, and yet soft and tender to the touch. As I worked the oil into his skin, it took on a new sheen that made him seem even more bronzed than he had before. Slowly but surely, I worked my way up his thighs, carefully applying more oil to ensure an even coverage, my hands played across his buttocks, and up to his back. As my fingers glided across his skin, I could feel him tremble beneath me, but the moans that escaped his lips told me it was ok to continue. Finally, I let my hands work their way up to his shoulders and arms, massaging his taut biceps, before my fingers entwined with his, and we became joined as one.
The way that I had so easily slipped into the role of the 'dominant' one had surprised me, perhaps even more than Chris' eagerness to be tied up and punished. My head was spinning, I couldn't even remember how this had started now, was it me that had pushed him into doing this, or was it all part of an unknown plan on his part? Everything that I thought I'd known seemed to fade away, and the only thing I knew now was the happiness that being with Chris had brought me. I was filled with a sense of guilt for having spanked him, and so, stooping over, I tenderly kissed each mark that my hand had left on his skin, and once more, as my lips touched him, my pulse quickened, my heart warmed and my world didn't seem quite so empty anymore.
Thanks for reading guys, please let us know if you want this to continue to a part 3, and even if you don't, I'd appreciate your comments on how it could have been improved or changed to fit in more with how you think the story should of worked out.