I won't go into a long, drawn out story dealing with my discovery of the interest. Let's just say I am no different than a lot of people I've met along the way...it has been with me since as far back as I can remember. It is interesting however, that the earliest memories involved me on the receiving end of some pretty sound spankings at the hands of various women in my neighborhood. I find this interesting because as the years went on, my interests migrated to a more dominant role. It was in that role that I found a tremendous amount of sexual pleasure and satisfaction in association with spanking. I had long since abandoned the idea of myself as a submissive in any way shape or form. I went through the normal moral struggles so many of us go through feeling as though there was something terribly wrong with me for harboring such "sick" and "evil" thoughts. I was certain I was the only one who had them and therefore I had to keep them secret at all costs! It was an agonizing undertaking as the desire bordered on obsession but still, I would go long periods of time denying it's existence within the tangled fabric of my mind. There were literally years at a time that I didn't think about it once only to have it come back with a vengeance...stronger than ever it seemed.
Something extraordinary happened when I was 13 years old, at least to me it was extraordinary because having wrestled with the stigma of my "weirdness" and isolation for so long I stumbled across a potential partner in crime so to speak. A neighbor girl (my age) and I were playing in a secluded area of the neighborhood one day when she made an almost mocking like statement that I was "very naughty and needed to be spanked"! I was in an instant state of shock accompanied by a very strong sense of guilt. I am sure my face was beet red upon hearing her words. It took about 30 seconds for the reality to hit me....had she really just said what I thought she said? She repeated herself and I couldn't deny what I heard..."you heard me mister, you've been a very naughty boy and you need to be spanked!" She came up to me and guided me into a bent over position over a log and started to spank my bottom with her opened hand. My heart was racing although the spanks barely registered, they were very playful but the effect on me was undeniable. She had stopped but I refused to get up less she see the enormous bulge in the front of my pants. All I could think was taking a turn on her and suggested as much. To my further shock (and extreme excitement) she agreed! I tried to hide my physical state as we switched positions and if she had noticed she gave no indication. I took my turn spanking her jiggling bottom cheeks and I was in heaven. Needless to say, I made a mess of myself and right afterwards, we both went scurrying home. The experience left me conflicted like I had never been before in my young life. I felt both euphoric and dirty at the same time. After all, anything that felt so good had to be wrong! Regardless, the experience haunted me, all I could see in my mind's eye was her lovely set of jiggling bottom cheeks as I spanked them again and again.
We spent an entire summer sneaking off anywhere we could find that offered privacy and playing spanking games. Eventually we had progressed to applying them on the bare bottom. It never occurred to me then, and it was indeed many years later that it did, but all along, she was the aggressor in our little game. Even though she was the one getting spanked most often, she led the way, directing the scenarios and guiding the way. It was definitely a mutual undertaking but there is no doubt she was in charge right from the beginning. I would think about those times often over the next few years finally pushing them to my minds back burner as I decided it was a very lucky encounter and would never happen again. A few years later after she had long since moved out o the neighborhood, I stumbled across yet another situation that drew my strange desire out of hibernation. I found a pile of spanking magazines in an old car trunk abandoned in a field. I had never imagined that anyone besides me and that girl had ever engaged in such activity but there it was, right in front of my eyes. One page after another glorious page...full color, black and white and drawings of full grown men with full grown women draped over their knees, skirts hiked up and panties pulled down getting their bare bottoms very soundly spanked. I took in every detail missing nothing! I kept those magazines hidden under some rocks in the park where I could sneak off by myself and go through each and every one. The thrill of what those pages held far outweighed the tremendous fear I felt of getting caught although I was certain I would die of embarrassment if I did!
Out of frustration (I suppose) I eventually put this obsession out of my mind and went on with the normal kinds of things teenagers do. Playing ball, chasing girls, making out, delivering papers, riding bikes and the list goes on. I wouldn't revisit this desire for quite a few years and I even think I may have expelled it from my heart and mind forever at one point? At approximately 19, I met a girl I began dating. After a few months she stunned me with the request that I spank her! WTF? Again, I couldn't quite trust my ears at first but the truth was, this girl wanted me to spank her. I was more than happy to oblige her and promptly took her across my knee and began to swat the seat of her pants. She wriggled and squirmed and helped my aching erection grow even larger. She panted and groaned and told me to spank her harder and faster. I found it difficult to spank her very hard, I was so afraid I would really hurt her and possibly make her mad? Finally she got up on her knees, undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and pushed her pants down to her knees climbing back over my lap. Again, I began to spank her lovely bottom, amazed at how it jiggled and wobbled with each spank. Still she wanted it harder and I did my best to increase the force of the spanks but, I must admit, it wasn't all that hard! Perhaps out of frustration, she told me to pull her panties down. I slowly peeled them down savoring the moment as the pink hue of her bare bottom cheeks made their debut. I started spanking her again, this time on the bare bottom. She almost screamed for me to spank faster so I did. Then she begged me to spank her harder and with great difficulty I complied certain I was hurting her. I didn't know it then but this girl wanted me to spank her much harder and much faster than I had that night. She made the comment as we rolled around, feeling each other up and masturbating each other to climax that "you'll get better"! Huh?
I did get better although I never got comfortable with it. I spanked her many, many times over the next year, year and a half and it was incredibly intense sexually. I would meet yet another girl that I would spank but it was more of a light-hearted sexual, fantasy game than anything else and while it was easy for me to spank her in that fashion, it also felt a bit awkward and unfulfilling? few months later I ran into a friend of the first girl that liked to be spanked hard. I knew this girl was aware of this aspect of the relationship her friend and I had and I soon found out that she too was "into it". In fact. there was a group of people these girls were involved with that were "into it"....that was how they met. I, apparently. was the only one in this little band of three that was not aware of that! Her and I began to see each other casually and I was invited to a few parties with this group of people. It was there I met a girl I will call B. B struck me as being quite different right out of the gate. She may have been the first ever "emo girl"? She didn't go to the extremes you see today but she was rather dark looking. Her hair was dyed jet black, her clothing was dark and her demeanor and attitude were very confident and...well...dominant.
We hit it off from the start and talked most of the night about normal things, we never broached the subject of spanking or submission or dominance. This group did not conduct their parties like the more modern ones I have been to. Things were not so out in the open and while everyone there knew what the others were doing, it was still conducted in a more private atmosphere. At the end of the night, I offered to walk her home, she accepted the offer with a sly smile and a piercing look from her dark eyes. I even felt different around this girl, I was clumsy and nervous. I wanted to impress her. We walked slowly and talked and eventually came to the subject we both knew the other was interested in. She informed me almost from the beginning, in no uncertain terms either, that she was not a sub or, as we called it then...a bottom. No[e, she was a top through and through and had no desire to even try the role of bottom. That threw me for a bit of a loop because I had never met a female top before. I had assumed that all females were bottoms! lmao I was very interested in this girl, she had captured my imagination over the course of the evening and I wanted desperately to get with her. I was reluctant in that I did not see myself as a bottom and I knew that if I were to get with her, a bottom I would be. The desire to be with her was stronger than the fear of being topped besides, I thought, how bad could it be? I told her I wouldn't expect her to bottom which brought us to a stop on the sidewalk. She looked me in the eye and asked very seriously...."you are willing to bottom?" Sure I said, I can bottom...not knowing what the hell I was talking about. She warned me that she did not play around, if I was going to be her bottom, I could expect to get a good hard spanking! Just talking like this made me nervous and embarrassed but I found myself claiming that I had no problem bottoming! lol
She led me across a field and through a fence into an old junk yard. We made our way back to an old van that was still in somewhat good condition. She climbed inside and I followed, my heart beating faster by the minute. She made her way through the front seats where a curtain hung to the back and I nervously followed. She turned and sat on the bench seat...in the middle....no room for me to sit? I crouched there waiting to see if she was going to move over but she never did. She just sat there adjusting her position and clothing as she seemed to be getting comfortable. Finally she looked up at me and stared me in the eye with slightly squinted eyes and suggested I kneel down and get comfortable. I knelt in front of her and she took my chin between her thumb and forefinger and guided my face to hers. She gave me a deep passionate kiss that got my blood flowing and heart throbbing. She slowly moved my face away from hers and stared at me for what seemed like forever. She gave me one last chance to turn and run, she asked if I understood that if I was with her, she was going to spank me and she was going to spank me hard. All I could seem to do was nod yes, she had me in this spell it seemed like and I couldn't leave now even if I wanted to and strangely enough, I didn't want too! Ok, she said....pull your pants down. I nervously fumbled with my snap and zipper, the only light was that of the moon which seemed to fall right on her and nowhere else. I finally got them undone as she encouraged me to relax and I pulled them and my underpants down in one fail swoop. Kneeling in front of her, naked from my waist to my knees I waited for her next command. Her tone changed to a deeper, disappointed growl almost...did I tell you to pull your underpants down mister, was her question. I felt very intimidated and slightly humiliated at being spoken to as if I were a child. I stuttered, um-ed and uh-ed then said, well....no? Excuse me, she asked. You are to address me with respect when you are being punished, is that understood? You will address me as ma'am and you are not to forget do you understand me? My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest as my stomach was doing flips and my words were mixed and garbled. I managed to stutter out a "yes ma'am" to which she said, very well, pull them up and don't you make a move unless I tell you to, is that clear? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am was my response. My mind was whirling as I tried to remind myself what I was doing there but, I couldn't seem to convince myself that I should leave either!
As I pulled the white cotton briefs up, I realized that I had a throbbing erection which was mortifying yet would not go away! It was very strange to me but this girl had some incredible control over me that I had never experienced before. I knew I would do whatever she told me to do. She left me kneeling there as she looked down on me. I became aware somewhere around this time that I was pretty much exposed in an embarrassing state and I immediately brought my hands to the front of my groin in an effort to cover myself. I was told right away to move my hands to my side and keep them there....I obeyed. She sat back on the bench seat and crossed her legs. She wore tight black pants and pointy, ankle high boots with a dress heel. Her leg slowly kicked up and down crossed over her knee as she sat and took in the spectacle that was me. It seemed like the moon had gotten brighter and there was nowhere I could hide from her gaze. The tip of her boot very lightly pressed against my erect hardon and she lightly traced it up and down the throbbing shaft as she lit a cigarette. She blew the cloud in my face and registered my reaction. I tried to stay as still as possible, her toe still tracing light lines up and down the underside of my shaft. It was all I could do to stay still. I thought I was going to explode in my underpants if she kept it up. Finally she spoke...you have been a very bad boy haven't you young man? My face blushed what had to be a very deep shade of red, I could feel it. Um....y-y-yes ma'am, I replied feeling very, very silly. No "um" she said, just a yes ma'am will do am I clear? Yes ma'am I replied. Bad boys get put across my knee and have their naughty bare bottoms spanked you know? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am I stuttered wishing I had not agreed to this but still, I remained still and focused on her intense eyes. Yes they do and I am going to put you over my knee and I am going to give you a good sound spanking for being such a naughty boy do you hear me young man? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am was all I could seem to manage to say at this point. I really wanted it to just happen and be over with. Pull your underpants down mister, she ordered. I hesitated for a second or two. That did not please her at all, she sat forward and took my chin between her fingers again and scolded me for not obeying her immediately. I would get a longer and harder spanking for failing to obey she told me. Now I want you to come up here and bend over my knee she instructed as she edged out further on the bench seat. I laid across her knees, afraid I would be to heavy for her but she pushed down on the small of my back until my full weight was draped across her surprisingly strong lap. Her position forced her knees up pretty high which in turn forced my bare, quivering bottom cheeks up high as well. I closed my eyes very tightly as the embarrassment of my exposed state registered in my busy mind.
My head was inches from the floor of the van and I could see my pants bunched around my ankles through her legs. The contrast of my white skin against the dark blue of my jeans seemed to make my bare skin glow in the moon light. I felt her warm hand come to rest on my bare ass cheek, the cool wind blew over my quivering cheeks and trembling legs which made her hand appear to burn my tender, bare flesh. She left her hand rest where it was, occasionally rubbing it lightly across the surface as she began to lecture me. She told me that if I really wanted to be with her then I could expect to find myself in this position often. She said that she would not tolerate disobedience which meant that when she told me to do something I should do it immediately and without questioning her, she would view questioning her as back-talking which would earn me a long hard spanking over her knee with my pants down. I was to learn that she was the boss and that I was to do what I was told, when I was told, if not, I would be severely punished and if I didn't like that then I should walk away now. A big part of me wanted very badly to get up and run out of there and never look back but I stayed in position across her knee and waited and listened as she scolded and lectured me like a child. The time for talking had ended and the spanking began, I was shocked at how much the first spank stung....I was not expecting that from her. To that point, my stress had come from the fact that I was totally exposed to this girl who was completely dressed! That was a situation I would never get used to actually. Her hand fell on my bare skin with amazing speed and force, the sound of the skin on skin was almost deafening inside that van. My mind was slow to register the stinging in my bottom cheeks but when it did I began to squirm and yelp. She placed a few swats on my upper thighs instructing me to stay in position. She returned her attention to the meat of my cheeks and in rhythm to the spanks scolded me to stay over her knee until she told me I could get up and not to interfere in anyway with the spanking I so rightly deserved and was going to get! I was panicking slightly as my bare bottom began to heat up with one stinging smack of her bare hand after the other. I had never spanked any of the girls I was with this fast or this hard but I couldn't seem to get up the nerve to move after she told me not too.
I didn't realize she had stopped spanking me right away but I heard her fumbling with her purse. Then I felt a very cool, hard implement resting on my hot, red, swollen cheeks. She then informed me that she intended to show me exactly what would happen if I broke her rules and that, she said, meant I would get soundly spanked with her wooden hairbrush! The first spank made me see stars I think? The sting was so intense, it felt like I had just been stung by an entire bee hive at once. Just as I was reacting to that spank, another landed on my other cheeks and my legs came up off the floor. She never stopped to correct me, she just lit into my naked bottom with intense force and speed as I squealed and kicked my legs. I pounded my hands on the floor and begged her to stop. I promised her I had learned my lesson and that I would do exactly what she told me to do, when she told me to do it. I had no idea what I was saying, to tell the truth, I would have said anything I could to make her stop spanking. The rain of stinging swats continued to fall on my bouncing bare cheeks. I was getting the first real spanking of my young adult life and I absolutely hated it! I wanted it to stop but I had no idea how to make her stop. She continued long after I thought I would break. When she finally stopped I hunched over her lap and breathed heavily into my hands on the floor. I felt as though I could burst into tears at any moment but that would have been a fate worse than death to a 19 - 20 year old macho man so I controlled my emotions like my life depended on it! I could feel my body trembling uncontrollably as I slumped over her strong lap. I felt her tender hand slowly and lightly rubbing my sore, red bottom as she tried to sooth and comfort me. It's over now sweetie, she said. You took your spanking like a big boy and I'm very proud of you. I want you to know though, I won't hesitate to put you right back over my knee if you misbehave is that understood? Y-y-y-yes m-m-m-m-ma'am, I whined waiting for her to give me permission to get out of this humiliating position. Her hand trailed down the backs of my thighs, between my legs and back up again. I noticed my erection was gone but I couldn't tell you when I lost it?
As her hand lightly ran up, down and between my legs I spread my knees apart to give her access. Her fingernails ran across my balls, up that tender portion of skin between the balls and the anus and across my anus. My erection sprang up very quickly as I began to moan. She traced her long fingernails over my tender bottom cheeks causing me to flinch but the sensation it left was oddly arousing. She whispered to me to get up and take my clothes off. I did as I was told. She turned me around and looked at my punished cheeks for a minute and giggled informing me of how red my cheeks were....very "cute" she said! She spun me around and sat me on the bench seat, crawling between my legs she spread my knees apart. It felt odd to be completely naked in the presence of a completely clothed lady but she had me in no state to resist. She took my cock by the shaft and held it up straight and blew lightly on the head. A chill ran threw my entire body. She took the head between her lips and gently sucked sending tingles into my toes. She lightly scratched at my balls as she sucked my entire cock into her mouth and out again. She nibbled her way up the underside of my shaft before taking the head back in her mouth and sucking hard on it then the whole cock back in her mouth until my body began to shudder and spasm. She took it out of her mouth and I exploded into the night air shooting one gushing stream after the other. I could feel it land on my groin, stomach and chest and she slowly stroked the shaft and squeezed my balls. I collapsed on the seat completely void of any strength. She ran her hands lightly up my sides and down my hips as I laid there convulsing in orgasm. My ass was hot and stinging which strangely seemed to intensify the orgasm. As I lay there trying to regain my composure she wrote something on a matchbook cover, dropped it on my chest, stood up and told me to call her the next day and left.
I was again very conflicted with what had happened the night before. I was so embarrassed and was not sure I could even look her in the eye again. How could this be I wondered....I was a top! How could a woman have reduced me to a babbling, screeching, pleading, begging, yelping mess of a boy with a sore red ass and have me even considering calling her again? I wouldn't I told myself over and over again! There was noway I was going to allow a girl to turn me over her knee and spank my bare ass like I was some kind of little boy....never! I held true to my word. I didn't call her that day, in fact, I waited till that evening before I reached up on my dresser and slowly unfolded the matchbook cover, picked the phone up and dialed her number!
Something extraordinary happened when I was 13 years old, at least to me it was extraordinary because having wrestled with the stigma of my "weirdness" and isolation for so long I stumbled across a potential partner in crime so to speak. A neighbor girl (my age) and I were playing in a secluded area of the neighborhood one day when she made an almost mocking like statement that I was "very naughty and needed to be spanked"! I was in an instant state of shock accompanied by a very strong sense of guilt. I am sure my face was beet red upon hearing her words. It took about 30 seconds for the reality to hit me....had she really just said what I thought she said? She repeated herself and I couldn't deny what I heard..."you heard me mister, you've been a very naughty boy and you need to be spanked!" She came up to me and guided me into a bent over position over a log and started to spank my bottom with her opened hand. My heart was racing although the spanks barely registered, they were very playful but the effect on me was undeniable. She had stopped but I refused to get up less she see the enormous bulge in the front of my pants. All I could think was taking a turn on her and suggested as much. To my further shock (and extreme excitement) she agreed! I tried to hide my physical state as we switched positions and if she had noticed she gave no indication. I took my turn spanking her jiggling bottom cheeks and I was in heaven. Needless to say, I made a mess of myself and right afterwards, we both went scurrying home. The experience left me conflicted like I had never been before in my young life. I felt both euphoric and dirty at the same time. After all, anything that felt so good had to be wrong! Regardless, the experience haunted me, all I could see in my mind's eye was her lovely set of jiggling bottom cheeks as I spanked them again and again.
We spent an entire summer sneaking off anywhere we could find that offered privacy and playing spanking games. Eventually we had progressed to applying them on the bare bottom. It never occurred to me then, and it was indeed many years later that it did, but all along, she was the aggressor in our little game. Even though she was the one getting spanked most often, she led the way, directing the scenarios and guiding the way. It was definitely a mutual undertaking but there is no doubt she was in charge right from the beginning. I would think about those times often over the next few years finally pushing them to my minds back burner as I decided it was a very lucky encounter and would never happen again. A few years later after she had long since moved out o the neighborhood, I stumbled across yet another situation that drew my strange desire out of hibernation. I found a pile of spanking magazines in an old car trunk abandoned in a field. I had never imagined that anyone besides me and that girl had ever engaged in such activity but there it was, right in front of my eyes. One page after another glorious page...full color, black and white and drawings of full grown men with full grown women draped over their knees, skirts hiked up and panties pulled down getting their bare bottoms very soundly spanked. I took in every detail missing nothing! I kept those magazines hidden under some rocks in the park where I could sneak off by myself and go through each and every one. The thrill of what those pages held far outweighed the tremendous fear I felt of getting caught although I was certain I would die of embarrassment if I did!
Out of frustration (I suppose) I eventually put this obsession out of my mind and went on with the normal kinds of things teenagers do. Playing ball, chasing girls, making out, delivering papers, riding bikes and the list goes on. I wouldn't revisit this desire for quite a few years and I even think I may have expelled it from my heart and mind forever at one point? At approximately 19, I met a girl I began dating. After a few months she stunned me with the request that I spank her! WTF? Again, I couldn't quite trust my ears at first but the truth was, this girl wanted me to spank her. I was more than happy to oblige her and promptly took her across my knee and began to swat the seat of her pants. She wriggled and squirmed and helped my aching erection grow even larger. She panted and groaned and told me to spank her harder and faster. I found it difficult to spank her very hard, I was so afraid I would really hurt her and possibly make her mad? Finally she got up on her knees, undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and pushed her pants down to her knees climbing back over my lap. Again, I began to spank her lovely bottom, amazed at how it jiggled and wobbled with each spank. Still she wanted it harder and I did my best to increase the force of the spanks but, I must admit, it wasn't all that hard! Perhaps out of frustration, she told me to pull her panties down. I slowly peeled them down savoring the moment as the pink hue of her bare bottom cheeks made their debut. I started spanking her again, this time on the bare bottom. She almost screamed for me to spank faster so I did. Then she begged me to spank her harder and with great difficulty I complied certain I was hurting her. I didn't know it then but this girl wanted me to spank her much harder and much faster than I had that night. She made the comment as we rolled around, feeling each other up and masturbating each other to climax that "you'll get better"! Huh?
She led me across a field and through a fence into an old junk yard. We made our way back to an old van that was still in somewhat good condition. She climbed inside and I followed, my heart beating faster by the minute. She made her way through the front seats where a curtain hung to the back and I nervously followed. She turned and sat on the bench seat...in the middle....no room for me to sit? I crouched there waiting to see if she was going to move over but she never did. She just sat there adjusting her position and clothing as she seemed to be getting comfortable. Finally she looked up at me and stared me in the eye with slightly squinted eyes and suggested I kneel down and get comfortable. I knelt in front of her and she took my chin between her thumb and forefinger and guided my face to hers. She gave me a deep passionate kiss that got my blood flowing and heart throbbing. She slowly moved my face away from hers and stared at me for what seemed like forever. She gave me one last chance to turn and run, she asked if I understood that if I was with her, she was going to spank me and she was going to spank me hard. All I could seem to do was nod yes, she had me in this spell it seemed like and I couldn't leave now even if I wanted to and strangely enough, I didn't want too! Ok, she said....pull your pants down. I nervously fumbled with my snap and zipper, the only light was that of the moon which seemed to fall right on her and nowhere else. I finally got them undone as she encouraged me to relax and I pulled them and my underpants down in one fail swoop. Kneeling in front of her, naked from my waist to my knees I waited for her next command. Her tone changed to a deeper, disappointed growl almost...did I tell you to pull your underpants down mister, was her question. I felt very intimidated and slightly humiliated at being spoken to as if I were a child. I stuttered, um-ed and uh-ed then said, well....no? Excuse me, she asked. You are to address me with respect when you are being punished, is that understood? You will address me as ma'am and you are not to forget do you understand me? My heart felt like it would pound out of my chest as my stomach was doing flips and my words were mixed and garbled. I managed to stutter out a "yes ma'am" to which she said, very well, pull them up and don't you make a move unless I tell you to, is that clear? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am was my response. My mind was whirling as I tried to remind myself what I was doing there but, I couldn't seem to convince myself that I should leave either!
As I pulled the white cotton briefs up, I realized that I had a throbbing erection which was mortifying yet would not go away! It was very strange to me but this girl had some incredible control over me that I had never experienced before. I knew I would do whatever she told me to do. She left me kneeling there as she looked down on me. I became aware somewhere around this time that I was pretty much exposed in an embarrassing state and I immediately brought my hands to the front of my groin in an effort to cover myself. I was told right away to move my hands to my side and keep them there....I obeyed. She sat back on the bench seat and crossed her legs. She wore tight black pants and pointy, ankle high boots with a dress heel. Her leg slowly kicked up and down crossed over her knee as she sat and took in the spectacle that was me. It seemed like the moon had gotten brighter and there was nowhere I could hide from her gaze. The tip of her boot very lightly pressed against my erect hardon and she lightly traced it up and down the throbbing shaft as she lit a cigarette. She blew the cloud in my face and registered my reaction. I tried to stay as still as possible, her toe still tracing light lines up and down the underside of my shaft. It was all I could do to stay still. I thought I was going to explode in my underpants if she kept it up. Finally she spoke...you have been a very bad boy haven't you young man? My face blushed what had to be a very deep shade of red, I could feel it. Um....y-y-yes ma'am, I replied feeling very, very silly. No "um" she said, just a yes ma'am will do am I clear? Yes ma'am I replied. Bad boys get put across my knee and have their naughty bare bottoms spanked you know? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am I stuttered wishing I had not agreed to this but still, I remained still and focused on her intense eyes. Yes they do and I am going to put you over my knee and I am going to give you a good sound spanking for being such a naughty boy do you hear me young man? Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am was all I could seem to manage to say at this point. I really wanted it to just happen and be over with. Pull your underpants down mister, she ordered. I hesitated for a second or two. That did not please her at all, she sat forward and took my chin between her fingers again and scolded me for not obeying her immediately. I would get a longer and harder spanking for failing to obey she told me. Now I want you to come up here and bend over my knee she instructed as she edged out further on the bench seat. I laid across her knees, afraid I would be to heavy for her but she pushed down on the small of my back until my full weight was draped across her surprisingly strong lap. Her position forced her knees up pretty high which in turn forced my bare, quivering bottom cheeks up high as well. I closed my eyes very tightly as the embarrassment of my exposed state registered in my busy mind.
My head was inches from the floor of the van and I could see my pants bunched around my ankles through her legs. The contrast of my white skin against the dark blue of my jeans seemed to make my bare skin glow in the moon light. I felt her warm hand come to rest on my bare ass cheek, the cool wind blew over my quivering cheeks and trembling legs which made her hand appear to burn my tender, bare flesh. She left her hand rest where it was, occasionally rubbing it lightly across the surface as she began to lecture me. She told me that if I really wanted to be with her then I could expect to find myself in this position often. She said that she would not tolerate disobedience which meant that when she told me to do something I should do it immediately and without questioning her, she would view questioning her as back-talking which would earn me a long hard spanking over her knee with my pants down. I was to learn that she was the boss and that I was to do what I was told, when I was told, if not, I would be severely punished and if I didn't like that then I should walk away now. A big part of me wanted very badly to get up and run out of there and never look back but I stayed in position across her knee and waited and listened as she scolded and lectured me like a child. The time for talking had ended and the spanking began, I was shocked at how much the first spank stung....I was not expecting that from her. To that point, my stress had come from the fact that I was totally exposed to this girl who was completely dressed! That was a situation I would never get used to actually. Her hand fell on my bare skin with amazing speed and force, the sound of the skin on skin was almost deafening inside that van. My mind was slow to register the stinging in my bottom cheeks but when it did I began to squirm and yelp. She placed a few swats on my upper thighs instructing me to stay in position. She returned her attention to the meat of my cheeks and in rhythm to the spanks scolded me to stay over her knee until she told me I could get up and not to interfere in anyway with the spanking I so rightly deserved and was going to get! I was panicking slightly as my bare bottom began to heat up with one stinging smack of her bare hand after the other. I had never spanked any of the girls I was with this fast or this hard but I couldn't seem to get up the nerve to move after she told me not too.
I didn't realize she had stopped spanking me right away but I heard her fumbling with her purse. Then I felt a very cool, hard implement resting on my hot, red, swollen cheeks. She then informed me that she intended to show me exactly what would happen if I broke her rules and that, she said, meant I would get soundly spanked with her wooden hairbrush! The first spank made me see stars I think? The sting was so intense, it felt like I had just been stung by an entire bee hive at once. Just as I was reacting to that spank, another landed on my other cheeks and my legs came up off the floor. She never stopped to correct me, she just lit into my naked bottom with intense force and speed as I squealed and kicked my legs. I pounded my hands on the floor and begged her to stop. I promised her I had learned my lesson and that I would do exactly what she told me to do, when she told me to do it. I had no idea what I was saying, to tell the truth, I would have said anything I could to make her stop spanking. The rain of stinging swats continued to fall on my bouncing bare cheeks. I was getting the first real spanking of my young adult life and I absolutely hated it! I wanted it to stop but I had no idea how to make her stop. She continued long after I thought I would break. When she finally stopped I hunched over her lap and breathed heavily into my hands on the floor. I felt as though I could burst into tears at any moment but that would have been a fate worse than death to a 19 - 20 year old macho man so I controlled my emotions like my life depended on it! I could feel my body trembling uncontrollably as I slumped over her strong lap. I felt her tender hand slowly and lightly rubbing my sore, red bottom as she tried to sooth and comfort me. It's over now sweetie, she said. You took your spanking like a big boy and I'm very proud of you. I want you to know though, I won't hesitate to put you right back over my knee if you misbehave is that understood? Y-y-y-yes m-m-m-m-ma'am, I whined waiting for her to give me permission to get out of this humiliating position. Her hand trailed down the backs of my thighs, between my legs and back up again. I noticed my erection was gone but I couldn't tell you when I lost it?
As her hand lightly ran up, down and between my legs I spread my knees apart to give her access. Her fingernails ran across my balls, up that tender portion of skin between the balls and the anus and across my anus. My erection sprang up very quickly as I began to moan. She traced her long fingernails over my tender bottom cheeks causing me to flinch but the sensation it left was oddly arousing. She whispered to me to get up and take my clothes off. I did as I was told. She turned me around and looked at my punished cheeks for a minute and giggled informing me of how red my cheeks were....very "cute" she said! She spun me around and sat me on the bench seat, crawling between my legs she spread my knees apart. It felt odd to be completely naked in the presence of a completely clothed lady but she had me in no state to resist. She took my cock by the shaft and held it up straight and blew lightly on the head. A chill ran threw my entire body. She took the head between her lips and gently sucked sending tingles into my toes. She lightly scratched at my balls as she sucked my entire cock into her mouth and out again. She nibbled her way up the underside of my shaft before taking the head back in her mouth and sucking hard on it then the whole cock back in her mouth until my body began to shudder and spasm. She took it out of her mouth and I exploded into the night air shooting one gushing stream after the other. I could feel it land on my groin, stomach and chest and she slowly stroked the shaft and squeezed my balls. I collapsed on the seat completely void of any strength. She ran her hands lightly up my sides and down my hips as I laid there convulsing in orgasm. My ass was hot and stinging which strangely seemed to intensify the orgasm. As I lay there trying to regain my composure she wrote something on a matchbook cover, dropped it on my chest, stood up and told me to call her the next day and left.
Great Start!!! Enjoyed it all.
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ReplyDeleteNice, very nice..... you still got her phone #.. LOL
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lol, unfortunately Dave, that was a long, long time ago. Funny but I still remember my number from back then. Of course, even if I did have her number, you might not want it? The end of that story is coming. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post! Did B smoke her cigarette while she was administering your spanking? For some reason I have always felt more humiliated when a woman is holding a cigarette while she scolds and spanks me.
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