Curly The Whipmaster - Part 3

Author: Chad

I don't know why, but Curly kept me in his room for several days, I guess I became his play thing. After what I witnessed the next morning I was sure glad he like me.  A kid who was younger and much smaller than me was led in for his whipping. When he saw Curly he just spit on him and hit Curly right in the face. Without missing a beat, Curly picked up the young kid and stripped his clothes off with one swipe. Next thing I saw from an opening in Curly's room was Curly throw the kid over Curly  knee and proceed to whip the boy with a short cat.

The boy screamed and yelled but Curly just held him down with one hand. I could see the welts on the kids ass and knew the kid was in for much more. Curly pushed the kid on the floor and unsipped his leather pants to reveal his trobbing cock. You don't need much imagination to guess what happened next. For what seemed like an hour Curly kept fucking the kid's ass until all I could hear was moaning. Not sure it was Curly's or the kid!

If the kid thought his punishment was over, he was wrong. Curly picked the kid up by his hair and said , I will teach you not to spit at me again and he tied the kid to the whipping post. Only this time he did not wrap the kid's dick in curly wool fleece as he did with me. The kid started to cry, but Curly ignored it as he tool out a massive bull whip and flogged the kid once across his ass and back. He dropped it after that and went back to his regulation size cat-o-nine tails whip and proceed to give the kid about a dozen lashes well laid on.

He left the kid at the post for an hour and came back to me and said that he would have done the same to me if I had spit on him, But since I was compliant he chose to go gently with me. Curly then picked me up in his arms and took back to his bed and dipped his curls into my dick and sucked me off. I held him tight knowing how lucky I was that he would rather tickle me and make love to me than whip me.

Of course, that would not stop him from doing his job and whipping me again later. But at least  Curly would never treat me  like the kid who spat on him. He finally took the kid down from the whipping post and called a guard to take him to the infirmary,  I never saw the kid again.