TO AL MY READERS: Thanks for all your encouraging compliments. Sorry for the typos--hopefully they're improving as the story progresses. I guess each part is kind of short because I try to write almost every day. Now, on with the show!
Holding the meter-long, half-centimeter-wide birch branch in his right hand, Eric ran his index finger along its length--smooth, sturdy, flexible.
He then turned his attention to his very willing prisoner, though not really a prisoner since Kyle seemed to be excited to be whipped without necessarily being bound. Eric remembered that Kyle never once asked Eric to stop beating him, in spite of his obvious agonizing discomfort. Eric took this as a sign that his young friend was, in fact, giving his body to his babysitter, a characteristic of true ownership, which is exactly the message Kyle had wanted to convey. The fact that that Kyle was willing to take the entire beating without being bound, gagged, or blindfolded was proof to Eric that the young lad was indeed his willing slave boy. Eric smiled with pleasing satisfaction as he realized that very few teenagers his age ever have the opportunity to actually go this far with their dark fantasies.
The sight before him was stunning. Kyle lay perfectly still except for occasional gooseflesh which caused the peach fuzz on his bare back and the backs of his legs to dance up in rhythm to the balmy breeze wafting in through the open window. Fingers clasped lightly behind his head, Kyle pushed his face into his pillow, knowing it would successfully muffle his cries, as he kept his torso and long legs straight as an arrow. The boy's waist looked incredibly slender and for a moment Eric wished that he had instructed Kyle to lie face up in order to the boy's concave curves between his groin and his rib cage. That would come in due time. Yes ... another meal! Eric felt the stirring in his loins grow a bit as he imagined his face buried in Kyle's soft stomach.
'A tiger,' Eric thought to himself. 'How many stripes does a tiger have?' Stepping back once more, Eric raised the birch branch and brought it down swiftly across Kyle's bare butt causing the two cheeks to jiggle like jello. The slap was loud and a fine red welt could be seen growing across the two tight cheeks. Kyle flinched and cried into the pillow, his long fingers grinding into the back of his head. This was it, Kyle thought to himself, and he really did wonder this time if he could take all Eric had to offer with out being bound and without begging for mercy.
Another SWOOSH; another SLAP--this time across the middle of Kyle's bare back. The stinging agony was intensely acute as Kyle let out another muffled cry, his hands remaining firmly clasped behind his head. SWOOSH; SLAP--now across the backs of the boy's legs between his butt and his knees.
This time Kyle's knees bent and his feet came up a bit of the end of the bed. The next lash landed across Kyle's calves and he got the message, his body once again becoming rigid as an arrow.
Massaging his erection, but, like Kyle, being careful not to cum just yet, Eric admired the four red welts and decided to space each lash out once a minute or so in order to prolong the fun. And thus the session went, with Kyle received a stinging lash every one or two minutes, for the next hour.
Kyle was determined to be silent for the entire session, eliciting only muffled cries into his pillow. This was the measure of this love for and devotion to Eric. Something had definitely blossomed between the two boys since that first babysitting session not long ago.
Towards the end, Eric had gotten tired standing and had chosen to sit down for three or four minutes before applying the next lash. He never took his eyes of Kyle and Kyle never moved a muscle during these down times. When Eric was finally finished, he counted 28 stripes across his boy and thought to himself, 'Yeah, I guess he's a tiger now.' Eric knew the marks would clear up by morning.
A glistening sheen of sweat covered Kyle's young body from head to toe. Eric reached down and smoothed his palm over the boy's trembling back, feeling the very faint ridges where Kyle's tender skin had actually welted up ever so slightly. Eric's mood then changed from one of extreme horniness to one of deep compassion and concern. He didn't really want to hurt Kyle. He liked Kyle--probably loved him. He certainly didn't want to injure his young friend. Lowering his head, Eric tenderly placed kisses all along each of the 28 marks and as he did this, he could feel the tension lifting from Kyle's body, the boy now becoming more and more relaxed. Finally, rolling Kyle on to his side and Lying down next to him, he could see that Kyle indeed cum sometime between the first and the 28th stroke. As they gazed into each other's eyes, the corners of Kyle's mouth turned up into a slight grin. Eric wondered which of them was actually more satisfied and with that thought, brought Kyle close and kissed him on his lips, a kiss with lasted long into the night.