The following is a fictional story about bondage and whipping. All characters are imaginary.
The new guy? That's me. I just got a new job teaching at this boy's high school on some remote South Pacific island. When I applied, I knew it was one of those reform schools for delinquents, but I had no idea. They still practice corporal punishment here! And not only that, since I'm the newest teacher, I'm in charge of discipline for the entire semester.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Gavin, 18, fresh out of high school. I took this job because I wanted to travel. I knew I was gay and now I get to be kinky, too! I've been kinky before, but never with anyone else, so I never got too deep into it.
Well, the last period of the day is detention, but here, detention has a whole new meaning. The detention room has an overhead rafter about eight feet above the floor. From it dangle a couple two-foot ropes set about six feet apart, each with a small lasso loop. Hanging on the wall is a leather strap about two feet long with wooden handle about a foot long. I got a bit stiff just walking into the room!
Wouldn't you know it. The very first day, there's got to be some kid who acts up. It's my job to go and pull him out of class just before the bell rings and bring him here. His name was Josh and he was 17. When I saw him for the first time, I was struck by how good-looking he was. His ruffled bleached blond hair just covered his ears and contrasted nicely with his dark, almost black, eyebrows. His deep blue eyes expressed a hint of apprehension, for he new what was about to unfold. He was tall and slender with nicely tanned arms and a clear complexion. The teacher told me to give him ten lashes on his bare back for acting up in class.
We walked together in silence until we reached the room where I ushered him in.
"Have you ever been here before?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"No, sir."
I liked the 'sir.' In fact, I liked Josh. He seemed like a nice boy.
"Well, I guess we better get started." If I refused to whip Josh, I might get fired and then where would I be?!
Josh looked at me imploringly as if needing guidance.
"I guess you should take off your shirt first," I suggested.
The younger boy slowly reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt and as I watched, I felt myself grow a bit stiff again. I was glad to be wearing briefs instead of boxers! Josh's shirt fell open, revealing every bit the tan he had on his arms. This boy probably walked home from school shirtless! Sadly, I doubt if he'd be doing that today. Josh pulled his shirt out of his trousers and laid it on a nearby table.
"You should stand over here," I said as I showed him the place between the two ropes.
Josh ambled over with vivid trepidation and stood with his arms at his sides. He looked great, his body firm and tight, smooth hairless chest, broad shoulders contrasting beautifully with an hourglass waist, nipples already the size of quarters.
Approaching Josh from the front, I took hold of his right wrist, lifted it up, and put his hand through the loop of rope pulled down. The rope tightened around his slim wrist leaving his elbow slightly bent. I stole a glance at his armpit--not a single hair! Was this boy really 17? Well, he was as tall as I was and I'm six feet. Then I did the same with his left hand.
"Please don't whip me," came a begging voice in my ear.
"Really ... I don't want to whip you Josh. I already like you and I've only known you for ten minutes." Instead of letting go of his left hand after tightening the rope around it, I let my fingertips gently glide down Josh's smooth left arm, savoring the feel of the boy's supple skin. Then caressing Josh's left cheek, I whispered, "Hey, I really feel bad. You can whip me, too, Okay?"
Josh just stared at me for a moment as I traced my finger around his small round chin, my left hand slowly coming up to caress his right side.
"Okay," Josh whispered, a slight tremor in his voice.
To be continued ...
Part Two will be 'cumming' soon! Thanks for reading. Feedback is always welcome.