Authors note: This is the fourth and final part to the pool whipping series during the tenth year of my life four summers ago. Please refer to Part I for my description. Look for more of my spankings at home to follow. Enjoy!
...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."
The lifeguard then snatched his belt back from Dave. He smiled, and told us both to put back on our bathing suits and clear out fast. With a final warning--if we ever say anything to anyone, EVERYONE would know that we were queer for each other! Not the kind of thing two, ten year old boys would want getting around the neighborhood.
Dave and I dressed in silence. Sliding a wet Speedo over welts on legs and buttocks didnt carry the relief one would think. It ran cold chills through my body as I tried unsuccessfully, to tug the suit outward and away from my wounds, especially the bottom crease of my buns. Dave didnt look like he faired any better with his heavy fabric style suit. We both grabbed up our towels and quickly headed out of the locker room and out of the gate.
The days were numbered now and summer was coming to an end. Labor Day was this coming weekend and it was over a week since I had been back to our pool, much less, talked to my best friend Dave. I knew he was going away with his dad and brothers and sister that weekend, so I figured it would be safe to go back in the water. Duh-da, duh-da, duh-da (the Jaws theme playing in my head). At ten you forget fear quickly and continue on with life.
I arrived at the pool early not planning on talking with the cute guard or his dumb cohort and leave while the pool was still swarming with the last bathers of Summer 2000. It was a mild day, sunny and a perfect end for the summer and the start of my fifth grade year. There were a lot of kids I knew from the neighborhood scattered all around and in the pool. As I showed my pool tag at the gate I saw the cute guard on duty. He spotted me right away and motioned me to his guard stand. I ignored him and walked over by some other kids around my age and spread my beach towel out on the grass by the diving board area. I climbed the high dive and gave a good three step approach using perfect form and executed a canon ball - what did you expect, I was ten. After the sting in my butt and lower back subsided, I swam out of the dive area to screw around with some of the guys. We played Marco Polo for a while then switched to Sharks and Minnows. (If you do not know either game you flunked being a kid, go back and start over). The whistle blew and it was time for adult swim for the next 20 minutes. I went back and laid out on my towel thinking about which teachers I would get this year. I stared blankly out the pool fence across the parking lot to our adjoining elementary school. Thats when his foot found my thigh. Thud!
"Get up now, and follow me, unless you want to discuss this right here!" It was the cute guard.
I thought for a minute, it was only after one in the afternoon, four hours from gate closing and the dressing room had to still be full. So I thought; what can he possibly do to me here and without Dave. Hey I was ten. So I followed him. I stared at his muscular butt flexing with each step as he lead me across the lawn over to the pump house, which I have never been in before. It was a small cement block shack with a large metal door.
"Inside perv!"
"Yes sir," I muttered as he unlocked and opened the door behind the shrubs. It was very loud with all the pool pumps going. I walked into the room and turned with my back against the huge pipes to see him calmly turn on the pull string light above me and then shut the door.
"Strip!"
I jumped at his command and reached for my Speedo strings and fumbled with them, stalling and trying to think of something to say, when he slapped my hands out of the way.
"Let me do it" he said, as he started pulling my strings free of the bowed knot that I had tied this morning in my bedroom. He stretched the nylon fabric wide enough to clear my skinny hips and slowly pulled them down past my knees. If it had not been for the fact that I was about to be spanked, I would have enjoyed that situation.
"Give em here."
"Yes sir."
I stepped out of them and handed them over to the guard. I stood there, completely naked, while this teenager starred at me with an evil grin.
"Did you forget your second punishment perv?"
I finally spoke, "Daves not coming here today, he is on vacation with his family."
"I dont care. He wasnt getting whipped again, you are -- remember?"
I nodded my head, looking at the ground. Thinking how stupid I was for coming back to the pool this year.
He reached behind him near to the door and produced a real skinny stick about three feet long, A SWITCH! He apparently had been waiting for me to show back up at the pool and had planned to use the pump house for my second punishment. With the noise of the pumps, the distance from the sunbathers and pool, not to mention the music piped everywhere over the speakers, and a locked private room - this was the perfect punishment site. I started to cry softly.
My father had used the switch on me on occasion, so I knew the pain was going to be more intense, especially when administered by a well-muscled teen.
He set down the rules.
"I have an hour break and you are going to suffer the entire hour. If you scream you will only expose your self to what you were doing with your boyfriend the last time you were here. Get the picture?!"
I nodded. I definitely got the picture.
"Good! Now, I want you to turn around and face the pipes."
He then continued to instruct me in how to "assume the position of obedience" by stepping back three feet from the head level pipe to a crack in the cement, then to lean forward and place my hands on the pipe stretching me to a forty-five degree angle. He then kicked my feet wide apart. It was all I could do not to slide out of position. I was ready to be flogged.
He had me stand that way for a while. I finally looked back to see what he was doing and got a shock. He was totally naked and hard as a rock! He had the switch in his right hand and his dick in the other, staring at me while he massaged his meat. Then he smiled big as he snapped the switch up and down close behind me so it made a loud swish cutting sound heard above the noisy pumps. After a minute or so of this mind game, he stepped into position slightly behind me and to my left.
"Are you ready to be punished?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you remember how to count?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you know what happens if you move, scream or miscount?"
I thought for a moment and said; "You will make me start over, sir."
"Right you are my little man."
I turned my face back toward the pipe. At my bodys angle, I couldnt help but look behind me and notice his feet position, legs and his huge boner still being slowly jerked. Then I saw the shift of his weight and heard the swish of the switch cutting the air. I didnt hear the cracking sound like the belt as I had several days before. I remember feeling the searing pain that sent shock waves all through my little body. Time stood still for me. I didnt know where I was for a minute. I couldnt breath right. I gasped for air.
"Ahhh, One Sir!"
"Thats better, I thought you were going to be stupid and let go of the pipe."
My butt, legs, back and other parts had healed completely from the thrashing Dave gave me last time. I had successfully hid them from both my parents and friends. Yet I knew after this first stroke and his promise of one hour of agony, these marks would be around a little longer.
Swish, snap!
The second stroke hit slightly above the last one on my middle butt checks. At least I assume it was above or the fire I felt just spread in that direction.
"Two Sir!"
Through tears, I could still see behind under my left arm that he was taking his time stroking his woody. His head was all purple and huge. He had lots of thick black curly hair all around it's base making it look really cool. His balls bobbed up and down with each pull of his hand. I was fascinated with this, as it was only the second boner I had ever seen in the flesh and the first mature one. I concentrated on his long hard dick, figuring it would take some of the sting out of each lash.
Snap!
"Three Sir!"
I was crying harder and moaning, but not daring to yell, so none of my friends would ever find out about what I did or my spankings. He had a dark tan as I did, and we were both very white where our Speedo tan lines were. I was mesmerized with how dark brown and purple his dick was. All my friends looked like mine, small and light colored with no hair for decoration. I could even see his large pee hole, which seemed to cover half of his large dick head. To me at the time I thought his dick would easily measure a foot long. Now, with a little more experience, thinking back, it was only a good 6 to 7 inches. Yet, still bigger than average and thick to boot. (A lot bigger and thicker than my nearly 4 inches of steaming conga I have now-which I have rigorous plans to double it in size during the next year when I hit my growth spurt).
Snap!
"Four Sir!"
The back of my right leg just under my bottom lit up with pain. Immediately followed by a stroke to the same area on my left leg.
Snap!
"Five Sir!"
My legs shook violently and I struggled to maintain a toehold on that crack of cement, which he affectionately called my "punishment line." It was incredibly hot in that small room. I cold feel the sweat dripping down my back. The roar of the pipes filled my ears and vibrated through my body. I didnt feel the pain the way you would when I was in what I call 'my zone'. It was a natural high and it felt peaceful and calming, but at the same time exhilarating. My heart seemed to beat in time with the pumps. The lifeguard fell into a rhythm as well, and I, into a chant of calling off the strokes of the switch upon my naked body. Dont misunderstand, it was still painful, but I had found a small way to make it bearable. On and on it went...
Snap!
"35 Sir!"
The painful strokes ceased. I stood leaning stretched against the pipes feeling the sting run up and down the back of my legs and up onto my round buttocks. It was some minutes before I realized that he was lightly touching my very warm butt. I could feel the itchy, tickling of his fingertips caressing each welt. I could feel his breath, which felt cool on my sweaty back. I looked back under my arm at him. His penis, almost touching me as he continued to masturbate it, while feeling my buttocks and legs. I was nervous, but comforted by this. It was better than being whipped, so I neither said nor asked anything. This went on for a bit.
I thought the spanking might be over. Until he picked back up the switch from the ground and got back in position for punishing me. I re-stretched for position, placing my hands higher and apart and sliding my feet wider being careful to keep my toes on the line. I wanted to please him.
SNAP!
"ARRGH, AH, OM, THRITY SOMETHING - SIR!"
I couldnt remember the count. I was confused and shocked by the renewed pain on my freshly spanked bottom.
"Start over!"
"Yes sir!"
SNAP!
"AHHH, ONE SIR!"
"Leave out the groans and just count!"
"Please sir, not so hard, it kills sir," I begged.
"You want to get queer in my locker room, you have to pay for it. Now start over again!"
"Yes sir."
SNAP!
"one sir" I whispered through clenched teeth.
He was hitting as hard as he could. I was now crying silently with heavy sobs. I knew I deserved this whipping, but so did Dave and he wasnt even here! What muscles I had back then were clearly being strained beyond limits. The stretching for the top pipe, trying not to lose my grip and maintain the whipping line position was rough. Add to that the agony of the switch landing every 5 seconds on my battered butt and legs. I finally started to continuously plead and beg for mercy.
"Please sir, I have learned my lesson....I will be a good boy....I promise....I promise....Oh please stop sir."
He just laughed and kept swinging his switch, over and over. I kept up the pleading, though my words made no sense to me. My mind wondered, I had stopped counting, mumbling only gibberish. This seemed fine with him, as he knew he broke me and the strokes kept coming. Thoughts and questions raced into my mind like a flash-flood. What is the meaning of life? Does God exist? Who invented rap and why? Hey, I was TEN.
It was a little while I suppose, before I noticed I was no longer being whipped. I looked back under my arm and watched him dress back into his swimsuit. I did not move from position. He moved toward the door, hesitated and then looked back at me.
"Reckon you learned not to get queer here any more, get dressed and get out."
"yes ssssir." I whispered only to myself as the door slammed shut.
I slowly lowered my very stiff arms as I shuffled forward to carry my own weight. I wiped the tears mixed with sweat from my face and twisted as far as I could to inspect the damage to my lower back half. Up and down my legs on a field of solid red, were white stripes outlined in purple. My butt was one solid mass of purple and blue bruises. This was the best whipping I had received to that point in my life.
I looked for my swimsuit and gingerly put it back on. My butt was kind of numb so it didnt really hurt much, but the chills still were uncomfortable as I slid my Speedo up over the welts on my legs.
I wrapped my beach towel around me and slowly emerged from the pump house. Everything was as it should be. The music was playing, kids were splashing and everyone was enjoying the last weekend of the summer pool session. I walked past the guard stand where the cute guard was sitting, back on duty and swinging his whistle. He smiled at me as I walked underneath him toward the gate.
Hope you enjoyed the pool spanking series. It was shortly after this in the fall of fifth grade that my father invited his friend and his son into helping with my corporal punishments every week. Those lasted for over three years. So there is still a lot to go, before you catch up to me in present day. - Mouse.