Kevin had always loved traveling and when he got the chance one summer to teach High school English overseas, he accepted the position without hesitation. He was surprised to have been hired at all, being only 18 years old and having just graduated from high school himself. But they were desperate for teachers on this small Pacific island and this was no ordinary school. It was a reform school for boys. And one more thing--this school still practiced corporal punishment.
Growing up as a shy only child in a fatherless household, Kevin was not surprised that he had turned out gay, but was surprised at having developed a kinky streak sometime during his early teenage years. He was six feet tall, weighed 165 pounds, had a 30-inch waist, and had done some weightlifting, but his tan was deeper than his muscles were big. Kevin had never been west of the Mississippi, but now he was going farther west than he had ever dreamed.
Upon arrival at the school, Kevin was given a quick tour which included his classroom. He was to have a class of 16- and 17- year old students. This school took its reform methods very seriously. Each classroom was equipped with a variety of bamboo switches and leather straps. A central support post had ropes and a pair leather cuffs dangling down one side about seven feet off the floor. There was also a set of ropes and cuffs dangling from an overhead rafter about six feet apart and about six feet off the floor. There were even some "Whipping Rules" posted on the wall: 1. No more than one boy and one teacher were allowed in this classroom during a punishment session at a time. 2. Doors are to be locked and boys are to be stripped naked before being tide up. However, for a particulary obnoxious boy, the teacher may tie the boy up first and then slowly rip the boy's uniform off his body until he is completely naked. 3. All parts of the boy's body may receive lashes except the head and neck, the tops of the boy's hands and feet, and his genitals. 4. No bloody lashes; however, each lash mark must not fade for at least 24 hours. Be careful about criss-crossing lashes. 5. How many lashes? a. Ten lashes for not completing homework. b. Ten lashes for tardiness. c. Twenty lashes for any kind of disrespect towards authority. d. Thirty lashes for blatant bad behavior. It was also explained to Kevin that "c" and "d" are usually combined, as they often go hand in hand, but no more than 50 lashes could ever be applied in a 24 hour period.
Kevin's first day was quite a surprise. Only about half the class was Asian. The rest were white! Another pleasant surprise--most, if not all, of the boys were very good-looking, relatively tall, slender, and in quite good shape. The physical fitness program at this school was second to none.
During lunch some of the boys in the courtyard took off their shirts and lash marks could already be seen on a few of their backs, chests, and stomachs.
By the end of the day, a cute boy in the back row had caught Kevin's attention, probably because he had been sleeping most of the afternoon. The boy's name was Ryan and he had a blond bowl haircut with blue eyes, ruby-red lips, and very clear skin, but Kevin had a better tan. Ryan was as tall as Kevin, but more slender, coming in at probably 150 to 155 pounds. Even though Ryan was 17, Kevin had already seen through the huge short sleeves of the boy's white uniform shirt that he had only a few sprigs of hair in each armpit.
One look from Kevin was all Ryan needed to remain in his seat when the class was dismissed. After everyone was gone and the doors were closed and locked, Kevin walked back to Ryan's desk. "You were sleeping most of the afternoon, Ryan." Kevin said. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir." "Don't you think that's disrespectful?" "Yes, sir." "Well, what should we do now?" "I should be whipped sir," Ryan murmured quietly as he hung his head. "How many lashes?" "Twenty, sir." "This has happened before, hasn't it, Ryan?" "Yes, sir. Many times."
Stepping behind the boy, Kevin began massaging Ryan's shoulders. Ryan's head came back up and Kevin leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Kevin massaged down the boy's arms and lifted his huge short sleeves, kneading Ryan's soft biceps. Gripping each bicep, Kevin lifted Ryan off of his stool and pulled him close, embracing the younger boy in his strong arms. Ryan left his arms at his sides and bowed his head as a gesture of submission. As Kevin savored the natural body scent of Ryan's neck and shoulders, his nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned up the boy's shirt and when Kevin finally unbuttoned the last top button, he gently pushed it off the boy's smooth shoulders, down his long sinuous arms, and onto the floor.
By now Kevin was tasting as well as smelling Ryan's neck and shoulders. His hands rubbed all over the boy's soft stomach and tight chest, nipples hard and protruding. Conveniently, the classroom's center support post was located right next to Ryan's desk and Kevin lifted the boy's arms and buckled his wrists in the leather cuffs high over his head. Kevin then gently spun Ryan around and saw the longing look in the younger boy's eyes and the bulge in his blue uniform shorts.
Part two will come soon. Thanks for reading. I try to respond to all comments and suggestions, so feel free to write.