Kevin picked up the whip and swiftly swung it through the air towards Ryan's bare back. The lash wrapped around the younger boy's slender waist, the tip of the whip stinging on a previous lash mark on Ryan's stomach. Ryan arched his back into the post and threw his head back, letting out a cry of distress that caused Kevin to pause. But eventually Ryan regained his composure, straightened up his body, and rested his head on the post, submissively waiting for Kevin's next lash.
Each lash was the same, more agonizing than the first set of ten. This time Kevin took more time between each last--about one or two minutes. The last lash was applied across Ryan's dimpled butt and by this time, the boy was hanging from his wrists, knees having already buckled, and his body simply stiffened as the lash wrapped around his tender cheeks. After about a quarter of an hour, Ryan's backside from just under his shoulders to just above his knees showed ten clear Lash welts which were sure to last at least 24 hours, probably clearing up the following evening.
Kevin dropped the whip and took in the sight before him--a 17-year-old boy hanging limply from the leather cuffs of a whipping post, his blond-haired head tilted back, eyes half-closed, mouth half-open, breathing fast and shallow. Kevin approached Ryan from behind and graced his fingertips up the boy's bare sides, tracing over each welted lash mark. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he leaned down again to kiss Ryan on his forehead. Ryan simply closed is eyes and opened them again.
Kevin reached up and unbuckled the leather cuffs around Ryan's wrists and gently lowered the naked boy to the floor. Ryan's arms and legs spread out in all directions. Kevin took off his shirt and knelt down beside the boy and licked each welt across Ryan's torso. The 18-year-old teacher and the 17-year-old student embraced, kissing passionately, knowing they were in for quite a memorable school year.