Author's Note: This is the second story of the hundreds of my whippings that I had experienced over the last four and a half years starting at age 10. They were scary then, but I actually look back on them now with a smile. See part I for my personal description and feel free to email me with comments. Enjoy!
...Dave and I watched in horror as he (the young lifeguard) pulled a leather belt from his gym bag.
In the pool locker room, it seemed everything was in slow motion. I watched the lifeguard slowly fold this huge brown, braided, belt with a gold buckle--staring at me and grinning. I couldn't hear anything except my heart pounding like I was inside of my self. I was naturally scared at his approach, having seen my dad with belt in hand all to often. This was the first time I was to be whipped by someone else. I heard him talking, but it was not registering. I saw Dave un-tying his swimsuit. It was a rust colored, nylon, and fabric trunk-style suit with white strings. As he slowly pulled them down, while still crying. I noticed the red waistband marks, which were left in a ring around his hips and belly. If his dick and balls had shriveled any further up, he would have been in front of them. Then I was snapped back into reality when the guard pushed me form behind.
"Hurry up, _d_a_m_n_ it! We don't got all day!" The pool was now officially closed for the day. The other guard was walking back in from locking the gate. I started to pull my suit all the way off, one foot at a time. I let my Speedo fall to the floor by Dave's.
"Whoa! What a cool tan line!" exclaimed the goofy looking guard. Even without a suit, I looked like I had on a bright white bikini with plumbing.
The guard with the belt walked past me, kicking our suits way across the cement floor.
"Okay! This is the way you are goin to get it. You! (Pointing at me) will get two whippings for being naked. And you! (Handing the belt to Dave) will be whipped once for playing with his prick!"
Dave stopped crying and looked at me with a big evil grin on his face. We had always talked and joked about spanking each other. Now it was really going to happen. Dave and I have seen each other naked before and compared spanking marks after our Dads' had been at us. We both knew where it hurt and how to do it.
The goofy looking guard just sat back on the bench that I was laying naked on only a few minutes before. He was staring at two naked 10-year-old boys. One with a belt in his hand facing the victim--me.
The other boy guard took off his jacket. He had a nice chest, dark nipples and no hair except for that happy trail. His sweat pants had a bulge going, but I didn't think about it much until a couple of years later.
He barked; "Goldie locks, put your hands on your head." I complied, locking my fingers together through my soft curls.
"Now turn sideways toward this wall." he said pointing toward the bench and his seated comrade. My dick was only two feet from the goofy guard, what a sight!
"Spread your legs! No, wider!!!" I felt like I was going to go down in splits.
Dave, with out any prompt, got into position slightly behind me, but mostly to my left side so he could see my face. He was still grinning at me and every now and then looking around at my dick. (Which was trying it's best to crawl up in side me). Then the lecture started...
"Ok perverts, this is the way it's going to work; you are to count off each lash without screaming. You better not move! You better not lose count! You better take it like a man! Or else we just might tell on you anyways!" The whipper better hit as hard as he can, aiming at the ass and legs and back. If you miss or hit too easy, you better redo it or you will get ten extra when it's your turn. Got it?"
We both said; "Yes Sir!"
Man did he smile at Dave and me. I remember the wait seemed like hours for the first lash when Dave said; "Sir? How many should I give him?"
"As many as you can or until I think he has counted high enough!"
Very excitedly he replied; "Ok!"
I looked at Dave and his face turned all serious, staring downward at my butt with intensity. He looked different. He looked mean!!! He adjusted his stance and asked me if I was ready. I nodded.
He wound up, shifting his weight onto his back leg. I still hear the sound of the first stripe to this day. The swoosh as the doubled, braided belt cut the air and the loud crack on my crack. Dave stepped into it shifting his weight like a pro swinging with all his might.
CRACK!!!!! I rose up on the balls of my feet, arching my back and throwing my head back. My hands left my head to grab my wounded, round, soft butt. I did the war dance. All boys know this one; the jumping and howling, feet-hammering-the-floor dance. The tears were flowing hard. The guards were laughing. Dave looked annoyed with me and looked to the head guard for directions.
"Okay, one - you moved, and two - you didn't count. Start over."
"Yeah, don't count that one." I turned and looked at Dave - HE said that!
I looked down, twisting so I could inspect the damage done. There was a huge bright red stripe on the middle on my bubble-butt, getting darker red as it progressed across to my right hip. I slowly rubbed it a bit and turned back and assumed the position of obedience. Without being reminded, I spread my feet wide. Dave's _c_o_c_k_ now hung a little, no longer shriveled up. I peered under my left arm at his _c_o_c_k_. Saw it give a short wiggle as he wound up for the next lash. Swoooosh, CRACK!
Laughing. (No not me).
"ONE!"
I moaned and looked under my arm at Dave's dick. I was fascinated by the way it would give a fast, short, vibrating wiggle before each swing.
CRACK! Even harder then the last. "TWO!" I grunted.
"Hit his legs here." the guard said, as he ran his his hands across the back of my soft upper leg.
"Yes Sir!" Dave reported real loud with enthusiasm as the guard moved back.
David was actually smiling and enjoying our situation. I suppose I would of too in his place. I knew I would. Both of the lifeguards were rubbing their crotches.
Then, the dick wiggle, the swooooosh, and CRACK!
"THREE!" I called off, still staying in position.
Swooosh, CRACK! I continued to count. Swooosh, CRACK! Swooosh, CRACK! I was bawling loudly. Swooosh, CRACK! Swooosh, CRACK! I was heaving with sobs.
Several more times the belt cut into my little fanny and I counted.
"Okay work his back," he told my best friend.
"Yes Sir", came the eager reply. Dave aims to please. (Excuse the pun - 14 year old humor here).
The stripes on my back defined a whole new meaning of pain for me--agony...
Then; after a while he said; "Ok, beat his hips hard!"
"Yes Siree, Sir!" I turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows, like what the f... Dave?
Dave shuffled his naked body around behind me and..... Swoooooosh, CRACK!!!! MY RIGHT HIP AND CLOSE TO MY NUTS ALL LIT UP!!! GOD!!!!
This went on for a while. Then; "Ok, right, now turn around and face your boyfriend!" I complied, still bawling like a baby.
Dave looked at him for direction. "Where?" (I was worried).
"For now,... his left hip."
Swoosh CRACK! "SEVENTY-FIVE!" The belt snapped at my hip and slightly around onto my left cheek.
At least I was getting a good view of David's _s_e_x_y dick! He was checking out my package too as we faced each other nude.
I was sobbing hard and barely understandable as I continued counting.
Swooosh CRACK! "NINE!" I sobbed.
Dave said; "Nine? That one doesn't count!"
If looks could kill, Dave just died and turned to dust on the spot!
Swoosh CRACK!!! "AHHH, NINTY SIR!!"
"Again!" Dave commanded! "Without the AHHH!"
Dave turned and looked at the guard, "Can I make him call me sir too?"
"Sure, why not!" the guard stated.
Then, my buddy said; "Ok, Mouse these last 9 are going to really hurt, got it!"
"Yes Sir!" I told him. He smiled. Then he undid the belt and held it by the buckle and looked to the two life guards for approval. They both muttered; oh my God or something and waved him on.
I braced.
VVVooooosh, CRACK, SNAP! The undone belt struck from my right hip, wrapping around across my dick (ouch!) around again across my left hip and snapping on my left cheek ending in my spread butt crack.
I howled; "NINTY ONE, SIR!"
CRACK, AND SNAP, "NINTY TWO, SIR!" I was in heavy body heaving sobs.
CRACK, AND SNAP, "NINTY THREE, SIR!"
"Man that was a good one! Did I get his dick?"
"Turn around and show your boyfriend." I turned dropping my hands to rub my dick, hips and butt crack.
Dave reached over and felt my Dick and balls. "Cool Mouse! Your dick is purple and Hot! Okay turn!" I got back into position. (You just wait, I thought).
Then Dave bent over and inspected my butt hole. "Cool, I'll have to redden that!"
CRACK! "NINTY FOUR, SIR!" He didn't get my hole, close though. HE GOT MY BALLS!!! Not a big target, I admit, but a good one.
I doubled in severe stomach-ball-ache pain, but did not remove my hands to pick up my balls from the floor. (At least that's where I remember them landing, lol).
Oh yeah - "NINTY FIVE, SIR!"
He sped up, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK!, CRACK! "NINTY SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, ONE HUNDRED SIR!!!!!!!!!"
I turned to stare at my friend admiring his handy work. What seemed like hours, took only a matter of minutes. Dave smiled and cheerfully doubled back up the belt and handed it over to me as we switched places. I was grinning now!
Look for part III
From Mouse; Let me know how you like it so far or what you want more detailed. I have already received a few requests for different positions, but then it would not be true to its history. This really happened with out any imagination at all. It hurt badly! It was embarrassing! IT WAS WAY COOL!!!