Robbie- Episode 8
Paul's perspective of Robbie
This is the eighth in a series of stories about a thirteen-year-old English schoolboy ( Robbie Wilson ). Even if you do not read all of the preceeding stories it is suggested that " Captains table " and " Robbie is taken in hand" should be read before this chapter.
All day Paul had been in a dream. His mind was completely taken over by the events of the past few hours, during which time he had inspected the damage which the Head master had wreaked on the backside of one of his better friends. Then he had been invited to watch that friend's elder brother and his pal being flogged by Robbie's father. He was surprised at how much he had enjoyed watching the two older boys strip and suffer.
Until now his experience of canings and the like had been secondhand - true he had been given a bare arse slippering by a games master and he'd watched several kids (often Robbie) be slippered in-front of the whole class. But his own bum had got off lightly (so far). At home spankings never happened, his father -the vicar- would scold and lecture, but never do anything.
He had also thought about Robbie his surprising soul mate. Never had he met a kid like this one, who apart from his physical charms was so much fun . Self assured nearly to the point of arrogance, but always polite he goaded teachers to exasperation and seemed to have no idea when he was pushing the barriers too hard. As a result , hardly a week passed but some master would respond to Robbie's cheek or insolence by making him bend over for a slippering, such treatment seemed to have no effect whatsoever - either at the time or on his subsequent behaviour. This lad contradicted every value Paul had been taught - he despised team games yet was fit, agile and well co-ordinated. He was also enthusiastic and socially skilled He did not even want to know the rules of rugby yet he was fun to be with. He was not an introvert just self sufficient- in short he had his own rules and values and was a non conformer. He was also more intelligent than most. Paul liked him as a person , sought out his company and fantasised about his body. Robbie expressed no interest in clothes or designer labels but no matter what he wore, he always looked attractive and well turned out, be it school uniform, jeans or the chinos and striped shirt he wore when accompanying his father to matins ( did his father really want him to dress like a prince William clone ?) Robbie always had a casual elegance of both dress and movement.
Ever since that day outside the science lab when he had watched Wilson being stripped (and abused ) by Watts and co , he had been fascinated by his body in general and especially the long uncut penis so different from his own on all counts.
He had also compared his life with Robbie's. Robbie had all manner of material goods including a bedroom equipped to die for complete with CD player, playstation and a pIII 450mHz computer with internet connection (-if Paul was lucky he might get to use his father's p133 !) The house was full of new stuff and if something needed doing, Robbie's father paid someone to come in and fix it that day. Having two new cars was extravagant, more so as they were hardly ever used but the open top mercedes was mega cool. Conversely, Robbie's mother was in a London hospital - and not expected to recover. At home he was left to his own devices with his brother away the whole of the second floor was his apart from his own room and a similar one for his brother, this included a bathroom and teenagers sitting room - complete with satellite TV. His only interaction with his father seemed to be at some dinners , when they visited Ma in hospital or when he was being given a dose of the strap, usually for being cheeky or school work which fell short of his fathers expectations. Perhaps Paul's life was not so badafter all.
Today, his plan might just come to fruition. The two had cycled to Paul's house ( it was on the way to Robbie's where he was staying whilst his parents were away). When Robbie had questioned the stop , he had accepted Paul's explanation and not demurred when Paul had reminded him that he had agreed to a slippering in exchange for keeping quite about Robbie's missed music practise. He was surprised that Robbie had agreed and he felt the need to maintain his momentum before Robbie recanted but probably young Robbie was more afraid of his fathers wrath than anything Paul could do.
In suggesting a beating for Robbie, he was not sure if his motive had been to re enact the events of the previous night- but with himself in a key role, or simply to engineer an excuse to have his friend strip inorder that he - Paul- might ogle the body he adored. Or was it so that he might have a chance to control the other's mind and body ?
Choosing his fathers study to carry out his plan had been a subtle delight for Paul. It was a room he did not usually enter. The only time he and Robbie had been in it together had been for confirmation classes. Paul felt as if he were defiling his father's sanctuary - but he did not give a stuff.
Now, it was time to act out his plan. He placed a chair in the middle of the room and on it a gym slipper. With as much gravitas as he could muster, he announced
"For the matter of deliberately missing music practise you will be beaten. Have you any thing to say ? No? In that case you know what to do."
Resigned to his fate, Robbie stripped off his jacket, shoes and socks he looked pleadingly at the other boy but to no effect. In slow motion he undid his trousers lowered them to the ground and stepped from them, even more slowly his briefs followed the same course- downwards. Paul enjoyed this part, for whilst he fantasised about a naked Robbie, he was also smitten by the lad in just his underpants. On the occasions he'd been given the chance to look, he'd enjoyed the contrast between the colour and texture of the boy's skin and his briefs ( which were always white cotton). It was a bit like an Easter egg, the wrappings might hide little but there was always a sensual pleasure in skinning them off to reveal the genuine contours and creamy texture of the contents within.
"Over here. Bend over the back of the chair and reach down its front legs. Now put your legs further apart Good. You will have four strokes."
His hands trembled a little as he folded the shirt well out of the way
"You will have four extra strokes because I can see that you have been caned recently and you did not admit to it".
Robbie's bare backside was a joy to behold- as he had known it would be. The blemishes left by yesterday's cane only added drama to the visual impact, In the inverted "V" between the boy's thighs hung his balls and prick, Paul had definite plans for those parts of his anatomy, but they'd have to wait at present.
Picking up the slipper he delivered four blows to the meaty arse and was surprised at the amount of distress he seemed to have caused and with so little effort. He paused, partly to catch his breath but mainly to give Robbie a short respite. Then , almost acting on auto pilot four slow, calculated explosions were delivered along the length of the slash that crossed the top of Robbie's legs- an evil legacy from the Head. Robbie was close to breaking, his voice faltered when he cursed through gritted teeth
"_s_h_i_t_ that _f_u_c_k_ing hurt."
Paul was worried, was this going too far, further than he had intended ? Yet he was enjoying it. Enjoying the sight of the damage he caused, enjoying the response by Robbie to the pain inflicted, enjoying the _s_e_x_ual stimulus he was getting and most of all thrilling to the power of control over another person- especially this particular person He felt the desire to ease Robbie's obvious pain yet he wanted to keep control ( both physical and psychological) over his victim.
He ordered the teenager to stand, then stripped him of his few remaining clothes and for several moments feasted on the naked form of his subject.
Every nuance of the youth's body was burnt into his memory. Many times before he'd watched as Robbie changed for sports and then shower, but it had always been for a good reason and Robbie had always had control of what happened. This time it was different, Robbie had been stripped naked for no reason other than Paul had wished it to be so. He examined master Wilson like one might worship a piece of art. Truly the effect of the whole was greater than the sum of its parts but one particular part cried out for Paul's attention
"Well Robbie, what are we going to do to get rid of that? Any ideas?"
As the words were formed, Paul's fingers curled about Robbie's erect phallus, his other hand cupping the balls he began with his fingers to ease the pain in Robbie's loins and his own mind. Now he was confused about who was the victim and who the controller- when he felt Robbie feel for his own genitals he had gently stopped him
"Later Robbie, later"
Acting from instinct he knelt in front of the youth - he'd seen and felt him , now he was driven to smell and taste his being , in-fact to deliver to Robbie the supreme release and pay a very personal and intimate homage to this his idol.
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