DOUBLE DOSE 2
You should read Double Dose before this as they tie together. ******************************************************** Josh heard a shoe scrape, a swishing sound, and his buttocks were stung by a thousand bees. All this in less than a second. He could not help his reaction; he bolted upright with the shock of the blow. The chair came with him as he kept a grip on it.
"Get back in position" the man snapped, Josh quickly obeyed.
"I don't particularly enjoy doing this part of my job, but I will do it thoroughly. Do you understand? Do you want restraints?"
"No Sir, I will be O. K. now, I just didn't realize it would be this bad."
"Very well, that is your last chance to be still, you still have eight strokes coming."
Josh was terrified he would stand when the whip lashed him again. Only his head jerked up a whine from between his clenched teeth. The man spoke "One"
The whip lashed his bottom the tails of the thongs nipping at his right hip as they snapped down. "Two, Three, Four". Josh cried out after every stroke
The strokes were all delivered with the same severe intensity, each one a long 20/30 seconds after the other. Footsteps, the man walked to the other side of Josh.
The tips of the thongs now snapped on his left hip, "Five"
None of the stories he had heard at School regarding this were true. The bravado was just that, nobody smiled his way through this type of whipping. After the sixth stroke Josh was begging the man to stop. The seventh stroke was lashed across his buttocks. The man must have moved as the eighth, actually ninth, placed some of the tips in the cleft of his buttocks, and nipped viciously at that most tender flesh. Josh let out a yelp, and almost stood again. The man sensed this.
"Don't move." Josh waited, and then quickly glanced over his shoulder, the man had his back to him, making an entry on a clipboard; the whip was back on the hook. Josh looked back at the chair seat; his shorts were tear spotted. His bottom was red hot, and throbbing.
"No lacerations." The hands of the man pressed each buttock, Josh almost screamed.
"Put your shorts on, and come out front". The man opened the door and went into the corridor. Josh afraid to touch his bottom even gently slid the shorts on, a gasp as the waistband snagged his burning flesh
Josh walked stiffly out to the office, two other young men sat there dressed as he was.
The man handed Josh a clipboard, "Sign that your sentence was administered."
Then he turned and asked his previous question of the other two teens. "You wearing anything under those shorts?" both replied "No Sir", Josh handed him the clipboard.
"There is a bathroom at the end of the hallway, you can dress into your street clothes in there." Josh turned and started down the hall.
He heard the man, "You, follow me." Josh heard their footsteps behind him. As he reached the bathroom door he glanced back, the man was holding the door open and motioning one of the boys into the same room that Josh had been in.
Josh cleaned up checked his bottom, dressed and started out of the building, as he passed the door to the room he had been whipped in he heard. The slap of the whip on bare flesh, then, "Please no more" a second later, "Three."
As he got to the office on the way out, the boy still sitting there whispered, "How was it?" Josh lied, "Piece of cake." Then walked stiffly outside, halfway to school he realized he still had a dozen coming from dad. School wasn't too bad for the rest of the day; a couple of his real close buddies knew what was going on. The mandatory display of his stripes in the locker room brought forth a couple of WOW's. His best friend Travis was the only one who knew about the Dad sessions, as he too received the same treatment from his Father. On the way home they discussed the possibilities of a reprieve. Then Josh told him about the new crop, and the now promised dozen from Dad. He even took Travis to his room and showed him the new instrument, the only comment was. "God that's going to hurt like Hell."
After supper that night, Dad told him to go to his room. He wanted to see how Josh's bottom was. In his room, Josh dropped his jeans and boxers Dad checked the damage.
"Well that guy knows his job alright, perhaps you might want to go for being grounded over the holiday instead of more from me." Josh was surprised at his Fathers offer, and almost took it. Then he remembered he and Travis had a couple of overnight Ski trips planned, and after asking would he still be allowed to go, chose the beating.
"O. K. when the bruising is about gone let me know, and we will take care of the rest of it."
It was almost a week, and school was just out for Xmas, the ski trip was a couple of days away, Josh decided that he could take the rest of his punishment. He met his dad in the driveway that evening and told him he was ready.
"Well your Mom is doing last minute stuff, and won't be home for an hour or so, this is as good a time as any. I have a phone call to make then I will be right up."
Josh went to his room, and took the opportunity to quickly call Travis, and told him what was happening. The ski trip looked like it was saved.
Josh heard his dad coming down the hall, and then a knock on his door, and Dad walked in.
"Son, I don't enjoy hurting you, and I am sincere when I say I hope this is the last time I have to do it. However when I feel it is necessary I will do it, as long as you live under my roof. That will most likely be through college, just so you understand."
"I know Dad, I hate these sessions, but I have to be honest you were always right in doing it, it was always deserved."
"Take your lower clothes off." Josh stood and started to disrobe, Dad arranged the pillows. Josh turned and his Dad noticed his son. He thought he is becoming a man in more ways than one; perhaps Mother is right he is getting to big to be whipped. Not this time however. Josh got on the bed, Dad placed Josh's hands on the back of his head, took the young mans ankles and spread them to expose more buttock area. Pushed his son's T-shirt well clear of the raised area. Then he stepped to the dresser and took down the crop.
Josh felt the crop on his bottom; the tears were already starting, as he knew this was going to be a bad one. The crop lifted and came slashing back down on his raised buttocks, the stroke was to the top of the buttock area. It was momentarily a white stripe then rapidly turned red. Four more followed each a little lower the other until the fifth stroke was almost to the top of Josh's legs. The sixth was diagonally from the left hip down across the buttocks. By now Josh was crying hard, and raising his upper body with each stroke.
His Dad had moved to the other side of the bed, and promptly delivered strokes no's seven and eight. He was filling in the gaps between the earlier strokes as he worked his way down the red buttocks of the boy.
Josh was in agony, "Dad no more please stop, I can't take any more."
The only reply was the ninth and tenth strokes flogging their way down to the legs of Josh. The penultimate stroke fell right at the crease where leg met buttock. Josh's yell was choked as the final cut stitched them all together crossing diagonally downward from the right hip.
"Josh you can get up and dress, shower or whatever. Just watch the throttle on that bike, as I said I don't enjoy this, but I will do it as often as you need it."
"Oh and tell Travis I will give you guys a ride to the Ski area, and you can use the Cabin, just don't wreck it. A little extra Xmas from Mom and I."
That was great, they would not have to stay in the Hostel dorm, and share the bathroom with at least a dozen other guys. He called Travis right away and told him the news. He hung up the phone wondering if Travis had a hard on as well.