Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he yelled.
I had to smile. That one had landed flat, across his ass, and I could see from the mark that the strap had made that it had been delivered with tremendous force.
The young man was bucking his hips now, grinding them even into the strapping table, his firm ass rising up and down as he fought the leather that held him in place.
SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP went the big punishment strap, and it brought out another UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH from the boy. His eyes were wide, desperate, as he took it again, one on top of the last, his ass crimson now, glowing even, shiny under the hot lights of the punishment room.
Our school served as an alternative to prison, a chance for rehabilitation, and the students here found out that they either got with the program and behaved themselves, or they ended up here, tied down in THE ROOM on THE TABLE and feeling THE STRAP.
Another SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, and then, almost as expected, the boys pleading began. I smiled, as I listened to the teenager, his voice cracking in that pubescent crack of desperation. Still, it was only the fifth smack of the fifteen that were coming, and so I almost laughed. An hour ago he was the new kid, the bully in the school, taking nothing from no one and pushing everyone out of his way. He lacked manners, cared nothing about anyone, and he was just one of those teenagers that liked to do what he pleased when he pleased. Well, he needed the lesson. Yeah, after today he would be a different kid, under control. He might be back, but I knew that eventually, if nothing else, his ass would teach him what he had refused to learn before.
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE! Oh PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE....OK...OK........IM SORRY he yelled.
The correction officer could have cared less. His arm was in motion again, his aim perfect, and this time as I watched he rotated his wrist and brought the strap up, into the bottom of the boys cheeks, and they bounced from the impact and wiggled, hot, red, and burning.
_s_h_i_t_TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT yelled the boy.
I was smiling now, watching the burn crawl through his ass and inside of him, his eyes, wide, with panic now, the realization that he was a long way from the end and nothing in the world that he could do about it.
The teenager bucked the table, hard, bobbing his red buns up and down, almost as if he was _f_u_c_k_ing the very table he was tied to. Up and down it went, faster even, seeking relief perhaps or perhaps just the wild desperation of a restrained youth.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Like a thousand wasps the strap struck home again, into him, the pain radiating across his entire buttocks with a vengeance, and he screamed, desperate, jerking his arms and legs and trying anything to escape, to cool the pain that could not be cooled.
The little delinquents ass was even redder now, bright, and he bobbed it up and down, keeping it in motion perhaps as if to present a moving target. Still, it didnt matter.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh GOD....PLEASEEEE, PLEASE MAN! STOP...! STOP...I...I.....I CANT.....CANT TAKE ANY MORE!
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
The strap was moving now, in a rhythm, snapping into the boys bottom again and again and again. It was worse than anything the teenager had imagined, or could have imagined, and as he bucked and jerked and lived it through his bottom he was learning a lesson that would keep him in line. The next time he was contemplating a fight, he would turn away, cower to the threat even, rather than swing his fists and get his ass blistered.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! OH GOD..._f_u_c_k_...oh _f_u_c_k_ ME!!!!!!! he yelled.
His hips were moving faster now, the seventeen year olds ass now so bright and red that it looked as if it had been painted. The strap, with its eighteen institution holes and its well worn wooden handle, was turning the boy into mush, breaking him, teaching him, and as we all watched it happen it was obvious the boy could not believe it. His eyes were just wide open, his mouth agape. His naked back glistened with the boys sweat, and it ran down all the way to the crack on his ass.
I looked at his ass, red and bright and oh-so-perfect, his legs spread and his sack of balls dangling down, resting on the table and visible to everyone. He had some hair on his legs and thighs, and there was a ring of his _s_e_x_ hair visible around his hole. Totally exposed, and totally vulnerable, he was powerless to do anything but to take his beating. He would learn, and learn fast, and his ass would continue to teach him the lesson for the next several days.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ple...PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! he screamed.
His body was perfect, the body of the developing adolescent, hard, and ripped with muscle. His jet black hair and deep brown eyes made him stand out like a model. But it was his ass that was capturing my attention, so bright and red, and moving up and down, again and again, as the youth humped the punishment table as if it was a girl.
Still, it was the prick that was visible under his ass that especially held my gaze. His pole was sticking down, under him, towards his feet, and it was engorged and stiff, even as it was pointed in the wrong direction. He had laid down on it, and had been strapped down in that position, and now, as the movements of his body had slid his prick across the vinyl surface of the table, it had grown from the friction and the intensity of the moment. Ive seen it before, the hard prick, and so as I watched it grow I couldnt take my eyes off of it.
The big end of it was purple, and oh-so-round. It was pointed down, at his knees, and its single eye was glistening. This youth wasnt circumcised, which isnt all that unusual these days, and his foreskin had retracted, up his shaft, and so the big end was glistening wet and exposed and eager even. The boy had a thick prick, more the prick of a man than a boy, and it was eager and stiff and under him, jutting there, as if it was seeking a woman.
I am not sure he even realized it. Ive seen other boys do the same thing, get hard as they took their punishment, and perhaps its just a primal thing, something deep and engrained, part of the males psyche when the desperation reaches total despair. I noticed that his ass cheeks were starting to show the small white spots, within the redness, which like bee stings seemed to bring his pain to a new level. In a very real way he was being paddled with the strap so hard his ass was becoming blistered.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Oh...OH.......OH _s_h_i_t_...............OH _f_u_c_k_.................PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE he screamed.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
The officers arm had increased the motion now, just raining down the leather onto, and into his ass, the end of it curving around and burning the inside of his crack, turning it too, red and bright and glowing. Even his very hole was not safe, and it was obvious that it had already been struck on several occasions. It was puffed up, outward even, red and bright and well spanked, and he would feel it for several days to come. I noticed that the teenagers hole was ringed with hair, and yet even so the skin around it was so red and shiny that the hair seemed insignificant. It certainly was offering him no protection.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
OH...NO.....NO..........oh _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK he yelled. Suddenly, I noticed his entire boy shudder, and he was grunting then, even as he bobbed his ass and jerked against the restraints. As he shuddered, I could see the white lines of semen jetting out from under him, shooting out the end of his thick _c_o_c_k_, down across the top of the table and between his legs. Like lines of rope, his cum shot out of his prick, the white lines shooting out thick, with the power that only a teenager can deliver. He grunted as it happened, his eyes wide, his head up and his back arched as he shot his load and we all watched him do it.
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
The correction officer never wavered, and continued letting the strap burn into the boy even as he was ejaculating. Of course, the boys nerve endings went super-sensitive as he shot his wad, and so in a way his punishment increased by a hundred fold. You could see it in his expression, as he shot and shot and shot....and the strapping continued unrelentlessly, the boys load coming out from within his balls even as the strap burned into him. He screamed, wild, primal, and desperate, and it was obvious that the teenagers ass, crimson, was now suddenly burning like a nuclear fire. He screamed then, loud, and long, and after that his cries turned into a babbling and I knew he was defeated.
Finally, it was over. The boy just collapsed, lying on the table, his bright ass glowing, cherry red, well-spanked and oh-so-hot. You could feel the heat within it, the way that strap had cooked it, burned it like it had been on a griddle. Under the boy, in a puddle, was his load of spunk, shot out between his legs and now laying, worthless, a pile of goo and the essence of his manhood on display for everyone to see.
I almost laughed. It had been strapped right out of him.
[Authors note: © Copyright October, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. Nathan. Nathan9001@yahoo. com]