Authors note: This is Part III of IV of the pool locker room spanking that took place at my neighborhood pool four summers back with my still-best-friend Dave. Refer to Part I for our physical descriptions. After Part IV, I will start telling of my whippings from my dad and friends. I get turned on now writing these experiences down and talking about them. I of course didn't then and couldn't get a boner at that time. If you want to comment, feel free to email me and I will respond. Enjoy!
...Dave smiled and cheerfully doubled back up the belt and handed it over to me as we switched places. I was grinning now!
Though I was still crying, I could finally start to smile looking at Dave and didn't think about my second whipping that was still to come. I stood there naked, holding the lifeguard's leather belt, rubbing tears from my face. Dave and I stood there staring at each other, enjoying the view. Even though he was about to get a good whipping from me, he was still smiling and staring at my dick, and I at his. This was the first time I ever saw his boner, or any boner for that matter. I heard of them, but never knew what one looked like, not even my own. His hairless dick stuck straight out about an inch and a half, and every time he shifted his weight it would vibrate back and forth. I know I liked that, but didn't know why back then. I remember both the guards sitting on the bench with their hands down inside their sweat pants rubbing their own dicks. Dave and I stood like that for about two minutes. He asked to see my butt again, so I turned and he felt me up. It felt kinda ticklish on my welts. He was real gentle. I liked it very much. Then we were awakened from our cloud.
"Okay pervs! Your turn!" referring to Dave.
"Yes Sir", Dave replied, and without being told, turned and faced the two guards, spreading his feet real wide and placing his hands on top of his head. I remember staring for a second at his round plumb butt thinking how red I could make it. I hoped I could make him bawl like I did.
The good-looking guard looked at me instead of Dave and said; "The same rules apply."
"Yes Sir!" we both replied.
Still bare-naked, I got into position to his left side and slightly behind him. We were both right-handed. I took a firm grip on the doubled belt and got into a batter's stance, spreading my legs. I stepped into him and swung for the middle of Dave's fat butt with all my might. CRACK!!!
"CRAP!" Dave scream and fell forward on the guard's lap arching his back.
I had missed and hit dead center across the middle of my friend's back. He scrambled to his feet trying in vain to rub the welt.
I became real stern. "Back in Position! That doesn't count."
"No way! You didn't hit my butt!" Dave complained.
The guard stood up and snatched the belt from me and told me to turn and bend over. I did, placing my hands on my knees. As I was looking back I saw Dave still trying to rub his back while watching me intensely. The guard wound up and swung down, not on my butt, but on the middle of my back vertically toward my head.
CRACK!!!! I screamed, but didn't dare move. That hurt way worse than Dave hitting my back earlier.
"Ok, stand up...here." He handed me back the belt. With my shoulders all bunched up, I gingerly moved back into place.
"From now on, hit his butt unless I tell you different, got it?!"
"Yes Sir."
Crying anew, I was pissed and ordered Dave back in whipping position. My back was burning bad and started itching right away. I wanted to ask the guard why he hit me and not Dave for moving, but I was not that suicidal then. I was now more scared than before because I did not think he would beat us at all. Apparently, he had gotten over that fear.
Dave had a horizontal thick red welt across his lower back. It did look really cool. I imagined my vertical stripe had to be three shades darker on top of all the red stripes Dave gave my back earlier.
I didn't really notice the sound of the belt cutting the air as I struck Dave. But I do remember the _s_e_x_y sound of it cracking on his bare butt. His butt was real plump and bright white.
CRACK! Ah, right on target. He arched, but did not move out of position and screamed out: "One!" YES! I did it, he was bawling. I had lasted longer!
"Excuse me sir?" I asked, "Can I make him call me sir now?"
He smiled and nodded his head.
"Got that Dave?" I asked my friend.
He nodded his head and hesitated, then: "Yes Sir!" I could tell he didn't like that, but I did.
Every time I stroked his chubby butt, Dave would obediently count off with a strong "SIR!" after each lash. His butt would wiggle and send out a shock wave downward onto his thick thighs. It looked really cool. I wondered if my butt did that too. It was the only part of me besides my legs that had any fat.
While I whipped him I would look around at his dick wiggling. It was not hard anymore but was not shriveled up either. It would bounce nice. I made sure to spread the welts around on his big butt. Wasn't really that big but it was bigger than mine.
Dave was crying and sobbing pretty hard now. Snot was coming out and down onto his lip. He kept pleading to me that he was sorry and that he promised to be good. At least I didn't beg. I didn't feel sorry for him at all. I knew he deserved every lick I was giving him. He shouldn't have been playing around with me naked. I wanted this to go on a long time. I was in my element. Giving! Of course that changed about two years later when I started liking receiving better. I had ultimately discovered my own boner during beatings.
Finally he was ordered to face me. Briefly he rubbed his bottom and right hip. His face was bright red and soaking wet. I had seen him after whippings from his dad and he looked the same. We always showed our naked bodies to each other after one of us got it. I was proud that I was giving him a good spanking. I wanted to please the cute guard.
I asked him; "Am I doing a good job?"
"Yeah, not bad."
"Cool." I beamed at him. Dave gave me a hurt look. I didn't care.
"Come on, you know we deserve this." Dave didn't reply.
He put his hands back on his head. Only this time, locked behind it. He has a thick mop of brown hair that he usually has to throw his head back to get it out of his eyes. During the whipping he just let it hang down on his face to cover up his tears. I stood facing my naked friend and wound up aiming for his left hip.
CRACK!
"FIFTY SIR!"
His mouth curled up in agony. You could no longer see the marks from his tight swimsuit on his waist. Through the hanging hair, I could tell he had his eyes shut for each lash and then opened wide when the sting set in. I showed no mercy and beat him as hard as I could. I loved it. He was stronger and bigger than me and never got to beat someone like this before. I didn't want this to end. I was glad we got queer with each other and earned this punishment. Dave's legs were shaking real bad but I didn't care. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! On and on he counted. Finally, the last twenty-five were given to him facing away across his back and legs. I striped him up good! He was getting real nice purple ones on his legs.
Finally the last lash. I had forgotten to undo the belt to this point. So I did and stood back admiring the length of the leather. Dave looked back at me with a worried look then turned back forward. I made him stand there for a little longer for effect. His legs were still shaking. Mr. Big Whipper had been reduced to a bawling baby.
"This one is going to really hurt Dave!" I said as I got into position.
"Yes sir." Dave whimpered out to me.
I knew I was close enough to wrap the belt around him, which is what I wanted to do. I wanted it to strike his dick like he did to me several times. I was mad that I only remembered to do this on the last lash.
I stepped into it swinging hard and true. The lash struck on the middle of his right hip and cracked loud. The tip snapped on target!
He bent over howling; "Oh my God, oh my god."
The guards were laughing. He turned, dropped his hands to his groin and was rubbing his fat little balls. I didn't really think that I wanted him to suffer, I just wanted revenge for my dick and ball pain. I felt terrible.
"Here, let me see", I said as I let the belt fall to the floor. He moved his hands and let me hold his balls. They were both bright red and a blue bruise nest to them on his leg where most of the tip of the belt snapped. I kept rubbing his balls, it was the first time I felt his or anyone elses. Nobody said anything. The two guards behind him were busy stroking themselves and feeling Dave's hot bottom with their free hands. I didn't know for sure what they were doing, but had a general idea. Dave just stood there sobbing quietly with his hands at his side while us three guys rubbed his privates and bottom. I felt his dick too even though it wasn't red. He got a boner again. I thought a boner would feel more rock hard from what I had heard and was surprised at how stiff but soft it was. We all did this for about five minutes. Dave was smiling and finally we had lightened up and were joking about how he looked worse than I did.
Dave did look a lot worse than me. Tons! Even though he is a lot stronger and could hit me twice as hard. I tend to not show bruising as much, if at all. My marks were already faded except for a few on my hips. Dave's, I could not only see clearly, but feel the ridges. I wanted to have those marks on me and not on my friend. I felt guilty now. I wanted to kiss him and make him feel better.
I handed David the belt and said; "Whip me good!!!"
He smiled and took the belt. He was definately feeling better! As we traded positions for my second and final whipping, the two guards, who looked all out of breath, just sagged on the bench. I stood naked facing them, spread my feet super extra wide and put my hands on my head.
I yelled; "Ready Sir!"
"Hold on you!" The cute one said to me. "That's enough for today, you're going to get whipped next time I say so."
Check out part IV for my second and final pool locker room whipping. Feel free to write me about your experiences. Take care, Mouse