Suppose we draw a straight line on a piece of paper, calling this line the normal path-or the missionary position--of sexual relations. Then, starting at the bottom of the line, we make branches, labeling them as to the deviations considered by many as abnormal. By the time you are finished, there will be many branches . .. fellatio, cunnilingus, anal intercourse, analingus, fetishes of every sort.
One of those branches will be labeled pleasure-pain. Whether or not this particular branch can be considered as a sadistic or masochistic form of sexual pleasure is in dispute by many authorities. The reason for this seems to be the degree of pain and/or method it is administered.
Spanking is considered to be a mild form of pleasure-pain. Some attribute this sexual act to the Marquis de Sade, but it is of my opinion that this gentleman would not have bothered himself with such a mild form of amusement.
We cannot argue that the spanker has strong sadistic urges, or that the recipient of the paddle is not masochistically oriented. The true masochist responds to having his or her body bound with ropes or restrained by straps and various other devices and he sexually reacts to the futility of his or her predicament and to his complete dependence on the whims and mercy of his tormenter, especially if he retains a sexual affection for the one who has restrained him or her. As he strains and pleads for freedom, he calls upon his sexually conditioned emotions and evolves pleasure from the pain, gearing his or her responses to the amount of arousal needed to obtain a sexual orgasm.
The sights and sounds of a spanking may actually be more gratifying to the spanker than is the climax which results, while it is the stinging pain on the buttocks that will bring the required orgasm to the spankee. Again the degree of the spanking--the pleasure-pain--received depends on the individual. Some men and women find a distinct pleasure in merely pantomiming a spanking through the application of light lore-taps to a partner's naked bottom.
Some sexologists and social behaviorist claim that the urge toward masochism, which is the very opposite of sadism, is caused by a sense of guilt in the person afflicted. He, or she, feels that self-crimes must be punished and so desire to have someone inflict physical pain upon them, and particularly on the naked buttocks. The sadist is, according to those reputedly in the know, one who desires to see others suffer for their own sins, or in payment for the sins of the sadist inflicting punishment upon others who is too cowardly to punish himself, or herself, for their own transgressions against society's moral code.
There are many versions of the causes and effects of both sadism and masochism; each sexologist, psychologist, psychiatrist--and social behaviorists--incessantly adding their own interpretations of these maladies to findings of learned authorities already heralded in the world of thinkers and sinner, and plain ordinary sympathizers with the mentally disturbed.
This study is not about mentally disturbed men and women. It is about those who desire, and seek, sexual orgasm by spanking ... or being spanked.
It comes as no surprise that the dominant person in such spanking activities is the female. The woman, long the ruler of home and children, has been saddled with the discipline of such children, which, of course, involves spanking to some degree. It is also no surprise to find that some of these women derive a great deal of sexual pleasure by spanking, and that the child on many occasions will achieve an orgasm during the paddling.
In the following pages, you will meet and study the women who enjoy spanking the buttocks of either male or female--in some instances, both. You will also meet those who desire having their bottoms spanked, and understand their sexual reactions to the pleasure-pain administered.
It is hoped that I have in some small way contributed to the further understanding of those dominant women who relish a naked pair of buttocks, who thrill in sexual excitement by turning the white flesh into a brilliant pink by paddling.
-Arlene Devlin Los Angeles 1972
CHAPTER ONE
Raquel is twenty-four years old, a singer in a Denver nightclub who cannot get enough sexual gratification. It could be assumed that she is a nymphomaniac, except for one thing--she receives a great deal of enjoyment in her sexual escapades, including orgasm.
She is a beautiful blonde, whose large hazel-tinted eyes seem to survey every man she meets with lecherous appraisal. The very moment she would be introduced to a young man she would size him up for bedtime gymnastics; wondering how much nature had gifted him with extraordinary sexual equipment, and wondering if he was skilled in the use of nature's gifts. She would also wonder about his ability to please her by being spanked.
Raquel thoroughly enjoys spanking the bottoms of her partners, but she also enjoys, immensely, being copulated with immediately after she has delivered the stinging blows to his naked buttocks. She is not an orgiastic in the sense of desiring two or more partners. She is very well satisfied with one man at a time.
Where she sings at the present time is a hotel which boasts of a small and cozy open-air nightclub. Backed by a ten-piece combo of select musicians, Raquel's golden voice floats in the cool night air, enthralling the hotel guests. The club is popular and Raquel is considered somewhat of a local, highly attractive celebrity. She has an expensive automobile and a mountain cottage and plenty of money--and an infinite amount of popularity among the musicians and guests.
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"I love to see a pair of buttocks writhing under my hand," she said. "There's nothing like it in the world! Especially when that ass begins to turn red!
"How did I become a spanker? I'm not really sure unless it is because I was beaten frequently by a drunken father when I was growing up. That man would come home, staggering and blind from alcohol, accusing me of everything under the sun, just so he would have an excuse to spank me. Finally, I had enough of his brutality and ran away when I was seventeen.
"You know, now that I think about it, I can remember a bulge in his pants when he spanked me. It's funny I didn't realize it before now. Yes .. . that's right! The old man would get a hard-on by spanking me!
"Well, when I ran away from home, I didn't have a cent in my pocket. I didn't think about how I would live; get a place to sleep, buy food, that sort of thing. All I wanted to do was get out of there and away from my father. I hitched rides from San Francisco all the way to Denver--and I'm still here.
"I didn't have any trouble getting rides, but I had to fight off a few Casanovas along the way. It wasn't because I was a virgin or anything like that. Hell, I got rid of that bothersome thing when I was fourteen. The reason I refused to put out to the men I got rides with is because I prefer to choose my own partners. Besides, most of them were nothing but lecherous old men. I don't care much for a man over thirty. I'm sure some girls will disagree with me, but I find a man older than that is not concerned with my feelings, just his own.
"Now, you take a man my age ... he's full of energy and ready for just about anything I might want to do--if for no other reason than to experiment. They can get a harder dick, have more juice in their balls, and can fuck at least two--maybe three--times a night. A man over thirty is usually pooped after he shoots his wad once.
"Anyway, I arrived in Denver during the winter. You know how it is in that part of the country in winter, don't you? There was snow knee-deep and it was cold! My God, I almost froze to death! All I had was a light coat, which was all I needed in California. I had no place to stay, no friends, and to make things worse, no money. A few of the men I caught rides with bought me meals, of course, but when I was dropped off in Denver, it was close to midnight and I was starving.
"I had no destination as such. I wasn't even sure where I was going. Well, there I was, standing on Colfax Avenue just outside Denver, near the big military hospital, Fitzsimmons, in snow up to my knees and shivering to death. Why, my teeth were actually chattering!
"I stood there about half an hour, I guess, when this car pulled up and a man rolled down the window. He asked me where I was going, and I suppose I made a mistake. I said, 'Anywhere ... as long as it's out of this cold!'
"It was warm and comfortable in his car, and it wasn't long before I was thawed out enough to look at him. I guessed his age as about forty. He had gray hair about his temples and a receding hairline. He wasn't bad looking in a studious kind of way. I found out later that he was a professor at some college in Kansas, and was on his way home from a fishing vacation in the Rocky Mountains.
"By the time we arrived at a small town called Byers, he was getting sleepy. He asked me if I wanted to stop for the night. Not wanting to tell him I was broke, I said he could drop me off anyplace because I wanted to get as far on my way as I could. He looked at me sort of strange, then without speaking, pulled into a small parking lot and stopped. 'I wish I could go on, but I'm just too tired," he said. 'Listen ... let's get some food. You look like you could use it.'
"Maybe it was the warmth of the car, but whatever it was, I had been in a drowsy state and didn't realize he had stopped in front of a small cafe. Immediately my stomach started to growl with hunger. I didn't try to protest when he offered to buy me a meal.
"It was warm in the cafe, and there were delicious smells of food. I was so hungry I was weak, and when I looked at the man questioningly, he smiled and told me to order anything I wanted.
"While we sat there, the meal finished, drinking hot coffee, the man said to me, 'Look, kid, I know you don't have any money. I'm going all the way to Kansas City. You want to lay over here for the night and ride all the way with me?'
"I knew a proposition was coming. I thought about the snow outside and how cold it was and how little traffic I had noticed on the highway. I also knew that if I spent the night with him, it would be the same as prostitution. I would be giving him sexual favors for a ride and food. I shuddered at the thought of letting him touch me, but I shivered even more violently at the thought of standing out there in that cold wind and snow. Making up my mind quickly, I agreed to stay with him.
"He chose a small motel that was more or less isolated from the town. I stayed in the car when he registered, and then he drove to a tiny cabin at the far end of the row. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only the necessities; a bed, one chair and a small table. There was a bathroom with a shower stall, and I longed to bathe, but I didn't have even a change of clothing with me. He noticed my lack of luggage and offered to lend me a pair of his pajamas.
"After showering, I washed my bra and panties out in the sink. When I went back into the room, the man was sitting on the bed, absolutely naked. I stopped and looked warily at him. His pajama's fit me like a sack, and he giggled like a girl when he saw me. His dick was hanging between his thighs, soft and wrinkled. His stomach, although not really huge, hung over a bit and he was quite hairy. All in all, he wasn't a bit appealing to me. But when I compared his naked body to the cold wind and snow outside, I found him to be the lesser of two evils.
"Now, up to this time, my sexual experiences had been with boys my age. I had never indulged with a man before. As I looked at him, I found a resemblance to my father for some strange reason. He didn't actually look like my father, but there was something about his eyes that seemed to make me think of him.
"Sighing, I walked across the floor toward him, prepared to sacrifice myself, as I thought of it. I stood in front of him while he looked at me, then he lifted his two hands and brushed them over my breasts. I shuddered when he touched me, and bile seemed to come up into my throat. I remained perfectly still when he removed my pajama tops. Closing my eyes against what he was doing to me, I felt him play with my breasts, making the nipples hard with his fingers. He was very gentle with me, and by the time he started pulling my pajama bottoms down, I was feeling a little excitement in the pit of my stomach.
"He made a funny sound when the pajamas dropped to the floor and I was standing naked in front of him. He stared for a long time at the triangle of my pubic hair, then he stroked the tendrils with his fingers. I couldn't help but shiver slightly when he began to feel of my vaginal lips. When he asked me to spread my legs so he could feel me there, I did so. 'Ahhhh, that's a fine looking pussy,' he whispered in a hoarse voice. 'I haven't had a piece of young pussy in ages."
"At first I didn't like his choice of words at all, but later on, hearing them made me more excited. While I stood there with my legs spraddled out and he caressed my vagina, I had the sensation of being a slave on the auction block, and he was a prospective buyer. I know I was blushing with humiliation.
"I didn't want to look at him, so I kept my head held up high with my eyes closed. But I had to look when I felt him brush his dick across my knees. It wasn't soft any longer, but standing up very hard. The tip was glistening in the light, and the little hole at the end was flaring open. He wasn't very large, not even as large as some of the boys I've done things with.
"He poked a finger into my hole a couple of times, working it in and out and I couldn't help but become moist and slippery in there, especially because he was using his other hand on my clitoris. My hips started swaying back and forth involuntarily, and that seemed to please him immensely. He chuckled deep in his throat as he fingered me between the legs. Then he said something that surprised me--shook the hell out of me. 'Please, girly,' he said, 'I want you to spank me!'
"Although I wasn't entirely innocent in the various sexual things people do with each other, this was a new one to me. I stared down into his face with astonishment. His eyes were glazed with passion, and that thing of his was jerking around like it was going to come off any second. I hesitated, not wanting to get myself involved with a pervert. But the man was very much aroused by now. He twisted around on the bed and lay down on his stomach, his white, almost flabby buttocks jutting upwards. 'Spank me!' he cried out. 'Spank my ass . .. I'm a bad boy! You must punish me for doing what I did. You must spank me for touching you -- for touching your pussy!"
"Maybe it sounds strange to you, but suddenly I wanted very much to spank him on his naked butt. Maybe it was the way he reminded me of my father, I don't know, and that I would be getting back at him in some way for the years of beatings I had received. Anyway, my hand lifted of it's own volition, and before I actually knew it, I had brought it down on his bottom--hard. He gurgled as I started slapping down on his rump with the flat of my palm. It was though something had taken control of me, of my emotions. I couldn't stop myself from raining blow after blow on his reddening rear end.
"He started bucking and twisting on the bed as I spanked him, moaning and sobbing for me to hit him harder. The palm of my hand was stinging, so I started using both hands, beating him as if his ass was a drum. I was surprised to find myself becoming sexually excited by spanking this man, and the more I pounded on him, the more aroused I became. I could feel the flow of my juice from my pussy, making the insides of my thighs very sticky.
"I was thrilled senseless to see his white ass-cheeks turning pink, then red, and finally scarlet. Knowing that I was creating that brilliant color, that I was doing the spanking instead of getting it for a change, made my emotions soar. I must have spanked him for fifteen or twenty minutes before he had enough.
"When he rolled over onto his back, I saw the pool of his discharge on the sheets. For some reason that made me even more excited than ever. I could feel the burning sensation inside my pussy, and I suddenly wanted to get fucked in the worst way. I jumped onto the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and attempting to stuff his limp dick inside me. Of course, this was impossible, and I was almost crying in frustration.
"The man reached down and pulled me up his stomach and chest, sliding my butt over his skin until I was on my knees, straddling his face. I had never had this act performed on me before, and I was a little frightened by what he intended to do, but my passion was such that I couldn't resist. When he lifted his face into my pussy, I pressed it down against his mouth. His tongue shot between the lips and started licking in and out. His hands had hold of my buttocks, squeezing them very tight as he licked and sucked at my pussy. I stared down at him between my shaking breasts, amazed at the greediness of the man. I was shaking and moaning from the wonderful thrill he was giving me, and since I was already aroused to an intense peak, it wasn't long before I felt myself enter a terrific orgasm.
"That was it for the night. He fell asleep while I lay beside him, wondering about my feelings when I had spanked him. I tried to analyze my emotions, but all I could come up with was that I had found it extremely pleasurable to spank his naked butt.
"The next morning, I let him buy breakfast for me, but when he was ready to go, I decided not to continue East. I told him I was going to return to Denver, even though I didn't know exactly why myself.
"Now that it was light, I had no trouble getting a ride back to the city.
"That same day, I found a job as a dishwasher in a small restaurant. It didn't pay much, but the man who owned it offered to let me use the lean-to as a place to sleep. I found out why he offered this by the second day. He was after all he could get, and by saying he could turn me in to the authorities as a juvenile runaway, I found myself in the position of giving in to him.
"He wasn't a bad guy actually, but he didn't do anything at all for me. He was one of those 'stick it in and come' types. After a poke or two, he would shoot his wad inside me, and he was finished. There was no strain on me, so I didn't mind it very much. Still, a girl gets tired of being a receptacle for some guy's discharge. And that's all I was to him, really. By the end of the month, I had found myself another job. This time as a waitress in a better class restaurant.
"It was there that I met Allan. He was about twenty-six or so, and very good-looking. He used to come in for his dinner every night, and he would sit at one of my tables. In a few days we had become quite friendly, and when he asked me out, I readily accepted. By this time, of course, I had bought myself a few clothes and was staying in a cheap, run-down hotel. I didn't want him to see the way I was living, so I had him meet me at the restaurant.
"Allen took me to a show and then we had dinner. Although I was too young to drink, he had managed to get wine for me and I drank so much of it that I became giddy. When he asked me to go home with him for the night, I found myself agreeing.
"Allan was a musician, working at a small club on the outskirts of Denver. He earned enough money to have a fine apartment in the better part of town. I was happily surprised at the place where he lived, and made a remark how I wished I could afford such a place. He was laughing at me because of my childish manners, but I didn't care.
I was happy and slightly drunk, and everything seemed just right for me.
"After he had given me another drink in his apartment, he led me into the bedroom. Both of us knew why we were in there, and there was no hesitation on our part about undressing. Allan was very muscular, and be had a very large dick that seemed to hang almost to his knees. When we were on the bed, I played with it for a long time, getting it hard and throbbing. He wanted me to take it in my mouth and suck on it, but I refused. I had never done such a thing before, just as that night in Byer's was the first time I had ever felt a tongue in my pussy.
"Allan knew how to arouse a girl. He was a real expert at teasing and tantalizing a girl until she was almost out of her mind with passion. He sucked and licked on my breasts while he fingered my pussy until I was literally writhing in agony. I spread my legs out wide, almost begging him to stick his dick in me and fuck me before I went totally insane with lust. But instead of getting between my legs, he rolled me over on my stomach and started playing with my buttocks. He squeezed them tightly, pressing them together and pulling them apart, and all it did was increase my heated emotions. I wanted to feel his extra long dick inside my pussy so badly, I was actually sobbing with anticipation. Then, he suddenly brought one of his hands down across my cheeks real hard. I howled as the stinging pain shot through me, and scrambled from the bed. I stood glaring in anger at him, rubbing my burning butt with both hands. I called him a few choice names and said I was going to dress and go home, that I didn't enjoy one bit getting beat up by a caveman brute.
"Allan laughed at me, then said I could swat his bottom if I would stay.
"Immediately, my emotions flared up. Remembering that night in the dingy motel in Byer's come flooding back to me. Suddenly, I wanted very much to swat his ass ... to make it sting and turn red. I told him to roll over and I would spank him. But that wasn't the way he wanted it.
"He told me to sit on the edge of the bed and he would lay across my thighs, with his ass lifted toward me. Excitedly, I sat down and waited for him to crawl over my naked thighs. When he did so, he made sure that his hard dick slipped between my legs. He told me to press it tight there while I spanked him.
"I looked down at his ass across my lap, feeling his dick throb between my thighs. It was very exciting, just looking at his cheeks and knowing I would soon have them bright red. I could feel the liquid seeping from my pussy and making the sheets beneath me moist. My heart was beating swiftly as I looked at the shivering skin of his butt. I laid one hand on top of his rear, caressing it gently for a moment. 'Hurry up!' he grunted, arching his rump up against my hand. 'Spank me! Don't fuck around!'
"I lifted my hand and brought it down very hard on his tender flesh. He yelped in pain, but kept his ass arched up for my hand. I brought blow after blow down on him, and with each loud slap, I could feel his dick move up and down between my thighs. I brought my palm down on first one cheek, then the other, alternating my blows. He was sobbing softly by now, and I was becoming very excited at the way his ass turned pink, then red beneath my hand. I placed my other hand on the small of his back as I spanked him, holding him down. His legs thrashed around, but he didn't try to get away from me.
"I began to breathe fast as I paddled him, and my nipples were rigid with sensitive nerves. As his dick worked up and down between my thighs with each blow, I thought I could feel my pussy quiver, my anus constrict as pleasure swept over me. He began to howl for me to spank him harder and I tried. But my palms were stinging from the contact and I couldn't do it any harder.
"I switched hands, placing one just below his bottom and between his legs so I could grasp his balls while I paddled his butt. I pulled and twisted the tender testicles while I spanked him and he squirmed up and down on my lap, his dick sliding in and out of the smooth parts of my thighs as I clamped it tightly. I could feel it jerking and throbbing there, and then, without warning, Allan hunched his groin up and down hard a few times. I continued to paddle his ass and twist his balls and he began to discharge his come. The sticky mess smeared my thighs and dripped to the floor, but he was sobbing with pleasure now instead of pain. I was surprised that he came off, and a bit disappointed, too. It meant I would not be able to get rucked right away.
"After his ejaculation was finished, Allan rolled from my lap and flopped to the floor, his naked body shuddering. I stared down at the mess he had made between my thighs, almost feeling disgust at the slimy stuff. I pulled the pillowcase from a pillow and wiped it up as best I could. I became angry with him, and through the remaining fumes of the alcohol I had consumed, I began to curse him, using words I had never before used. 'You motherfucker!' I shouted at him. 'What kind of man are you? Are you some kind of sex nut or something? Is that how you get your kicks ... by being spanked?'
"I got off the bed and stood over him, spraddle-legged with my hands on my hips, glaring down at him. 'You aren't a man at all!' I snorted. 'Stick your dick between my legs and shoot off! Well, this is the last time you get next to this girl!' I started gathering up my clothes, and before I could even get my panties on, he started laughing at me. 'You were excited, too,' he said, and when I turned to face him, he was pointing at the moist spot on the bed where I had been sitting.
"I smiled sheepishly at him. 'Yes, Raquel, you enjoyed spanking me. You can't deny that.' He was right, of course. I was still excited by it, and I admitted to him that it had been stimulating, but I was disappointed about his coming off between my thighs. I told him that I wanted to have him fuck me, but since his dick was soft, he was of no use to me. He laughed and said that was no problem at all. He mentioned that all I had to do was play with his dick awhile, caress it and maybe kiss it a bit, he would be up and ready to stick it in me. I looked doubtfully at his dick, then decided to try it. I was so aroused I would have tried anything right then. He got off the floor and stretched out on the bed. I sat down next to him and started playing with his dick. I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft and beat up and down on it, but he wouldn't erect. He told me to use my mouth on him, to lick his dick and suck on it. I peered at the wrinkled flesh with disgust. I didn't want to take that thing inside my mouth and suck it... not once had I ever wanted to suck a man.
"Still, I wanted to get fucked badly. If that was the only way I could get his dick up hard again, then I would have to swallow my humiliated feeling and suck him awhile. I leaned over and opened my lips. There was a slight odor of perspiration lingering on his genitals, and my stomach revolted at what I was going to do. I had to swallow back the bile that rose in my throat. I trembled with disgust, but placed my lips about the soft, smooth head of his dick. At first I wouldn't use my tongue as I sucked on him gingerly. I don't know what I was afraid of unless it was that he might suddenly shoot his wad into my mouth. I most certainly didn't want that to happen!
"As his dick started to stiffen up, the head bulging, I couldn't keep from touching it with my tongue. When I realized that he wasn't even close to a second discharge, I started licking gently at it, sucking lightly. I could feel it grow and throb in my mouth, and was surprised that I no longer felt nauseated at all.
"When he was firm once more, I pulled my mouth away from it and spread out beside him. Allan crawled between my legs and inserted his dick into my waiting and very excited pussy. Once he had it all the way inside me, he asked me to spank his ass while he fucked me. Now, that's kind of hard to do. I couldn't reach very far behind him, and I had to bend my hips upwards until my knees were almost on either side of my head. I could barely touch his ass this way, and while he fucked me, I spanked his butt as hard as I could. Allan really went for this. I suppose I did, too, because I experienced a terrific orgasm almost at the exact instant he shot into me.
"Within a week, I was living with Allan in his apartment.
"Our sex life always included me spanking him while he fucked his dick between my thighs. I enjoyed this very much, at least the spanking part. I would become very excited every time I paddled him, and many times I would come close to experiencing an orgasm during the spanking. Allan always came through with an erection later, but I had to suck on his dick. I soon became fond of sucking him, and once, by accident, when he blew his wad into my mouth, I didn't even gag. I swallowed it and thought nothing about it. But I don't care for sucking him off--fucking is my bag. After warming a set of ass-cheeks, of course!
"I stayed with Allan for three years, then just before my twenty-first birthday, I met this guy who was playing with a small combo at the hotel I now work at. He was quite good on the drums, but when he introduced me to the combo's manager and I started going around with him, the guy quit and left Denver.
"I learned a lot about spanking from Fred, the manager. He was a real passionate guy who loved to have his ass paddled. The first time I was with him, he offered right away to let me paddle his ass, provided I would use a special paddle he had made. When he took me home with him and showed the wicked looking thing to me, I started getting excited right away. It was like a Ping-Pong paddle, only with a longer handle and small holes had been drilled into the flat surface.
"The first night I stayed with him, I used that thing on his butt. We both removed our clothes and he stood in the center of the floor. I gripped his arm and laid the paddle on very hard, which was the way he said I should do it. The small holes in the paddle made bright red welts raise up on his bottom, and seeing those things there created intense pleasure for me. He danced around on his feet, howling with the pain as I spanked the hell out of him. His dick swelled up beautifully while I beat his butt and the idea of knowing I was responsible for this thrilled me to no end.
"Fred didn't come off during that bout, and after I finished blistering his bottom good, he was able to fuck me so nicely. I experienced two orgasms before he discharged into my pussy.
"Again I found myself living with a man who enjoyed spanking. Fred and I devised various ways in which I could spank him while he fucked me. One of my favorite was for him to lay across my crotch while I was on my back. This way, while he ran his dick into my pussy, I could wield the paddle on his ass and make it fiery red before he shot off. Usually, when Fred was on the verge of coming, he would yell for me to hit him harder. I don't know how he could stand all that pain, but I would lay it on his ass very hard and he would shoot one hell of a lot of semen into me.
"I was happy living with Fred, and when he heard me singing around the apartment, he put me on the stage one evening to see how I went over. Fortunately I was a smash. I've worked with the combo ever since, although Fred and I have stopped living with each other. We still get together occasionally for a spanking session, but I prefer new partners now.
"I've reached the point where I prefer to spank a man's ass than any other form of play. Oh, I want to get fucked later, of course, and if the man can screw me three or four times a night, so much the better. Most men, I've found, truly enjoy being spanked by a woman. Some of them pretend to be little boys who have done something wrong and beg me to spank them, calling me mama and mother and that sort of thing. I don't mind, as long as I can turn their bottoms red.
"No, I don't enjoy at all getting spanked myself. It reminds me too much of my old man."
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Raquel, as she said, enjoys very much spanking a man and seeing his penis erect. Since she gets a thrill from knowing she is the cause of such a phenomenon, we can safely assume it goes back to the erection her father would experience while spanking her. Although she does not enjoy the pain of a paddling herself, her pleasure is in the fact of bringing not only pain to her sexual partner, but being the direct cause of their erection, too.
Feeling herself giving pain and pleasure simultaneously creates an intense sexual feeling to Raquel. It is my theory that this woman left home, not because of her spankings, but because she was feeling incestuous desires for her father, as is evident he was, too. Since the man erected during the spankings of his daughter, his sexual interest was obvious. Therefore, Raquel left home before her true feelings emerged and she became incestuously involved.
CHAPTER TWO
The foregoing case was mild compared to the one of Flora and her husband, Henry.
Flora is a tall, statuesque woman with a domineering appearance and personality. She is a cool beauty with long black hair and slender body, but with strong arms and legs. Her eyes flash with a smoldering cruelty that threatens to burst into sadistic pleasure at any moment.
Henry, on the other hand is slight of build, almost skinny and of such a meek personality that he is completely dominated by his wife. They are a perfectly matched pair in the fact that Henry actually seeks punishment from his wife, and Flora is a willing disciplinarian.
Flora's husband goes out of his way to receive the discipline from his wife, calling her mama. He will admit to any sin she desires, as long as it will result in a severe spanking along with other childish punishments. Flore, on the other hand, will try and catch her husband in various transgressions so she can punish him. This has become almost a game with them, and there have been many instances where Flora has invited a female friend or two to spank her husband.
Henry, being completely dominated by his wife, submits to her humiliating and degrading commands without a whimper, although he will pretend reluctance, which brings a greater excitement to both of them.
Flora and Henry both refused to let me interview them, but they agreed to write down their experiences with disciplinary spanking. The following was mailed to me, and I have recorded it here word for word, with the exception of minor editing to make it better reading.
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"I've always enjoyed having my ass spanked. Ever since I was a little boy I would find some excuse to have my mother paddle me. When I met Flora and we became engaged, I would do the same thing with her. She enjoys having me call her Mama, and she enjoys spanking me as though I were her little boy instead of her husband.
"Although I'm not sure, I believe Flora is an anal erotic. What I mean is that she enjoys playing with my ass, kissing it and fondling it--that sort of thing. To tell the truth, I like it, too.
"There is one thing I don't particularly enjoy though, and that is some of the things she forces me to do. I agree that I have masochist feelings to some degree, but I don't like being humiliated in front of strange women, and Flora takes a great deal of pleasure in showing her domination over me to her friends. And some of these women are just as bad as she is about spanking, too.
"Like anything else, I have an especially thrilling way I like to be spanked. That is to have my prick played with while Flora is warming up my butt. Sometimes she uses a fly swatter, or the long, thick leather belt we bought just for this purpose.
"Before I get spanked, I have to have some excuse. It's a thing we have, you know. I must pretend to be a bad little boy, confess to doing something wrong to my 'mama.' Flora gets very excited when I call her mama. We don't have any children and never will, unless we adopt them. I'm sterile, you see.
"But I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. You want to know what we do and how, so Flora and I have tried to put it all in a story for you.
" 'Mama,' I will say to my wife, 'can I go out and play now?'
" 'Have you cleaned your room, Henry?' she will ask.
"I will, of course, tell her I have. Flora will go to our bedroom to inspect it. But I've made sure I've left something unfinished, like a pillow not fluffed up, or maybe a dirty sock on the floor, something like that.
" 'Henry, you've lied to your mama, haven't you?' Flora will say.
" 'Yes, Mama.'
" 'You know you must be punished for it, don't you?'
" 'Yes, Mama.'
"'Come here, young man!' Flora will order sternly.
"I will move to her, and she will then command me to drop my pants. I take my pants off so that I will be naked for her. Flora will then make me lean on the bed with my knees at the edge of the mattress. Then, taking the leather belt, she will start to spank me lightly at first, the blows getting harder as she becomes excited. The loud slaps of the leather on my naked ass makes her breath very hard, and I know she likes that sound. At first, with the initial blows, it hurts like hell, but as the spanking progresses, it starts to feel good to me. My cock will stiffen up real hard and when Flora realizes I have a hard-on, she will tell me to lay down on the bed, but keep my ass up in the air, spreading my thighs a bit.
" 'You naughty boy,' Flora will say. 'You've made that thing of yours get hard. We can't have that happening now, can we?'
" 'I'm sorry, Mama,' I will sob.
" 'You know it's wrong to have a hard thing in front of your mama,' Flora will snap at me. 'Just for that, you not only get a hard spanking, young man, but you can't go out and play, either! Now, what are we going to do about that dirty little thing?'
" 'I don't know, Mama,' I will say. " 'We certainly can't let it stick out that way, can we?'
" 'No, Mama.'
" 'Well, what should I do about it?'
" 'Anything, Mama,' I will say, keeping my ass up so the belt can land on the naked cheeks. 'Whatever you say.'
"Flora will then reach a hand underneath my stomach as she keeps the leather belt coming down hard on my ass. Then, while she spanks me, she will take my cock in her hand and masturbate me. This is very exciting to me, having my ass spanked and being masturbated at the same time. Usually, once Flora starts playing with my cock and whipping me at the same time, I will ejaculate in a few moments. But sometimes it takes as long as five or ten minutes before it happens.
"Once I ejaculate, she will stop spanking me.
You see, after the come is over, the spanking ceases being pleasurable and is then very agonizing. But the discipline isn't over with by a long ways. After I have my come, Flora then makes me stand in the corner for a long time. My tail is burning from the whipping and I want to rub it with my hands, but she won't let me.
"While I'm in the corner, Flora will kneel behind me and play with my ass, squeezing it and petting it. Sometimes, if she's in the mood, she will kiss my ass or run her tongue over the smarting flesh. I always enjoy that because it helps take the sting out.
"After I've stood in the corner about an hour, she will let me out and we have dinner.
"Flora and I seldom have sexual relations. The spanking is enough to please her erotic senses and as long as I achieve an ejaculation somewhere along the line, I quite happy. I don't know if Flora has an orgasm or not during the times she paddles me, but she says there are many times when she feels as if something is happening to her. She says the sounds of my naked ass being heated up is all that she requires in the way of a sexual thrill.
"The one thing I don't enjoy much at all is the way she will degrade and humiliate me in front of her women friends. I enjoy being spanked, that is true, but I most certainly don't enjoy some of the things they make me do.
"For instance, one Saturday afternoon Jill was visiting with Flora when I entered the living room. I had never seen Jill before in my life, and usually Flora doesn't treat me in such a way before someone I don't know. Well, I entered the living room, not knowing she had someone with her. You see, if Flora has visitors, I must always knock first and wait for permission to enter.
" 'Henry,' Flora said to me as I walked in on her and Jill, 'you know better than this!'
"I stood there, knowing the mistake I had made. Even then, I didn't think Flora would do what she did next.
" 'Go to that corner, young man!' she said in a harsh voice.
"I stared at her, not knowing if she was playing or what. I stood there a bit too long, I'm afraid, before obeying. Flora took the swatter from the table and smacked me across my ass real hard. I yelped and ran to the corner she had indicated. I shoved my nose into it the way I have learned to do, listening to the surprised gasps of Jill.
" 'Why, Flora,' she said, laughing. 'I had no idea you were such a stern disciplinarian!'
" 'Oh, one must make them obey,' Flora replied. 'Otherwise, they get out of hand, don't you agree?'
" 'Most certainly,' Jill answered.
"I was quite embarrassed by being in this corner before the strange women, and was trying to think of a way to stop my humiliation. Although my feelings were to the contrary, my cock started getting hard.
" 'Do you do much spanking, Jill?' Flora asked the woman.
"'Oh, yes! But I have trouble finding enough willing men.'
" 'Why don't you paddle my husband?' I heard my wife say.
" 'Oh, do you think he would mind?'
" 'Henry may mind, but he'll do what I tell him,' Flora said, then called to me, 'Henry, turn around and face us.'
"I can't, dear,' I said, hoping she would understand.
"'Don't tell me you can't!' she said harshly. 'You do as I say before I take the belt after your ass!'
"I turned, but I was blushing beet red. My pants were standing out in front of me, and the woman saw it immediately.
" 'Oh, my! His thing is hard!'
" 'Yes, it is, isn't it,' Flora replied. 'Henry, you should be ashamed of yourself for showing off like that. You're being very naughty, aren't you?'
"The expression in Flora's eyes told me I better admit it if I didn't want a severe whipping. I glanced at Jill, and she was staring at my groin.
" 'Yes, Mama,' I said.
"Jill laughed. 'Why ... that's absolutely precious! You certainly have him trained well, Flora.'
" 'Yes, I have, haven't I?' Flora said proudly. 'Would you like to paddle his bottom a bit, Jill?' " 'Oh, I'd love it!'
" 'Henry,' Flora commanded. 'Come over here. Don't dawdle now, Jill would like to warm your bottom a bit.'
" 'Flora, please ...'
" 'Do as I say, young man! If you refuse, then it's off to bed for you now!'
"I walked forward until I was standing in front of my wife and Jill. When Flora ordered me to take my pants off, I did so, feeling myself flush with shame. I had never been naked before another woman before in my life. Despite the way I felt about this, the anticipation of having someone other than my wife spank me seemed to create a strange, lewd thrill inside me.
"Dropping my pants, I stood there with my back toward them.
" 'He has a beautiful bottom,' I heard Jill say, and then there was the touch of a warm hand on my ass. 'Do you mind how I spank him, Flora?'
" 'Not at all, dear,' my wife answered. 'We have a leather belt, and of course, the fly swatter. Use whatever you prefer.'
" 'I believe I'll use my hand. I enjoy feeling the heat of a man's ass when it gets nice and rosy. But, will he obey me?'
"'Certainly, if I tell him. He'll obey if he knows what's good for him, won't you, Henry?'
" 'Yes, Mama,' I said.
"'Wonderful!' Jill said, and I could detect the excitement in her voice. 'Turn around, Henry.'
"I turned, tugging at the front of my shirt to hide my hard cock. But they didn't want that at all.
" 'Let it stick out, young man!' Flora said, slapping my hands away. 'Let Jill see your thing.'
"Feeling more embarrassed than ever, I stood there in my shirt, my cock standing out while they looked at it. Jill reached out a hand and fondled my balls for a moment, then played around with my cock. As humiliated as I was, I really enjoyed her warm fingers on my cock. If she had played with it long enough, I would have ejaculated then and there. Fortunately, she seemed to know how far she could go without bringing me off.
" 'I'm going to enjoy spanking you, Henry,' Jill said, looking up at me just before she took her hand from my cock. 'What I want you to do is lie across my lap. I want to feel this thing on my thigh while I paddle you. Now, there's one thing, though. You mustn't squirt your stuff out. You mustn't get my thigh all messy, because if you do, then I have another punishment for you. Is that understood?'
"I nodded my head, looking at Flora who was beaming with what was happening to me. Jill lifted her ass from the chair and then slipped her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing a pale blue pair of panties, almost transparent, and I could see the fuzz around her cunt. She was wearing nylons with a dark blue garter belt attached to them.
'"What are you staring at, Henry?' Flora snapped. 'Don't you know it's impolite to look up a ladies dress?'
"I averted my eyes quickly. Jill laughed at my embarrassment, reaching out to stroke my still hard cock again with her warm fingers. Then she pulled me around until I was standing close to her right thigh.
" 'Bend down, Henry,' she said. 'I want you to lay across my lap here, but you aren't to make that thing of yours go between my legs, understand? You are to place it on top of my thigh and press it down between it and your stomach. That's all you are to do, understand me?'
"I leaned over and pressed my cock on top of her nylon-covered thigh, then I squeezed it between my stomach and her flesh. I leaned way over, my feet on the floor and my hands and head hanging down the other side of her lap. My naked ass was in perfect position to get spanked now. For a moment, Jill fondled my cheeks with her two hands, then she brought one hand down onto my flesh in a loud slap. I yelped from the initial pain, and my cock throbbed against her thigh. She lifted her other hand and brought it down, just as hard on the other cheek. The pain shot through me and I could keep from squirming on her thighs.
" 'Don't move so much,' Jill said. 'You move like that and your thing will make a mess. Now, be still!'
"She began to whip me severely then, bringing first one hand down then the other on my ass. The pain was becoming almost unbearable, then, as usual, it changed into one of pure bliss for me. I could feel my balls draw up against my cock, and the way I was jerking down there, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from ejaculating. I strived to hold it off, because I certainly didn't want any more humiliation. It was bad enough being spanked by some woman I didn't even know. While the hands continued to pummel my rump, I lifted my face and begged Flora to put a stop to this.
" 'Please, Mama,' I cried. 'Don't let her spank me anymore! I'll be a good boy! I won't try to look under her skirt again! Ohhhh ... it hurts so much I can hardly stand it!'
"'Shut up, you naughty boy!' Flora snapped, her eyes flashing with pleasure as Jill spanked me. 'And don't you dare let that thing go off!'
"I couldn't keep from shoving my naked ass up to meet the palms of Jill as she whipped me harder and harder. I could feel the smooth nylon of her thighs brushing on my cock, and I knew she was moving her legs in an effort to make me ejaculate. But try as I did, I couldn't hold back the ejaculation, and as her two hands slapped one after the other on my buttocks, I found myself grunting and heaving, the stuff squirting from my cock and smearing her thigh and my stomach.
" 'You did it!' Jill snapped, hitting me harder yet. 'You let your thing make a mess of my thigh! I told you not to let that happen! I warned you, now you will be punished severely!'
"With those words, she put her hands on my hips and threw me to the floor. Her nyloned thigh was a mess ... the sticky stuff smeared about until the stocking was ruined. Not at all embarrassed, Jill unlatched the garter and pulled the nylon off. I couldn't help but see her cunt as she opened her legs wide, and this brought angry words from Flora.
" 'You're doing it again, Henry!' she snapped at me. 'You're looking up a woman's dress again!'
" 'I'm sorry, Mama,' I said. 'But she opened her legs. I couldn't help but see her cunt!'
" 'How dare you use such language in front of my friends!' Flora said angrily. 'I've raised you better than that. I'm afraid you're getting yourself into more trouble, Henry.'
" 'So, you like to look at me, do you?' Jill said, letting her legs open wider yet. The band of her panties was just as transparent as the rest of them, and I could see dark hair sprouting from the edges. 'Well, take a good look, Henry, because you're going to have to eat that thing!'
" 'Oh, no!' I said, pretending revulsion. 'I can't do that! I'll get sick if I have to put my face there!'
" 'Flora,' Jill said, lifting her hips and pulling her panties down her thighs. As she lifted her knee, I saw the pink slit there, and it was very moist. 'You get your leather belt and spank his bottom while he kisses me between my legs.'
"When my wife returned, she had undressed "When my wife returned, she had undressed until she was now wearing just her panties and bra. She had the long, wide belt in her hand and she swished it through the air, her eyes burning.
" 'Get on your hands and knees, Henry,' she said. 'Now ... shove your face between Jill's thighs and lick her split. Use your tongue all around it, too, even inside. You give her a good tongue job or you'll go to bed without dinner, understand me?'
"Jill parted her knees real wide and shoved her ass to the edge of the chair, her cunt opening up like a flower. The dark hair around the lips were already moist and I could see the small bud between the lips glistening pinkly. I moved between her legs on hands and knees as Flora stood behind me. The closer I got to her cunt, the more I wanted to lick it. Before I could start sucking her cunt though, Flora was already flailing hell out of my already bright red ass with the belt.
" 'That's it!' shouted Jill. 'Whip him good and hard! You, Henry, start eating me, and you better not stop until I've come, either!'
"I shoved my face into her crotch and tasted the wetness there. She had a strangely erotic fragrance about her cunt, and it caused my cock to stiffen up all over again. I ran my tongue out and began to lap at her pussy while my wife spanked my ass. The pain she was giving me urged me on to greater efforts to use my tongue and lips to bring an orgasm to Jill. Jill grabbed me by the back of my head and held my face hard into her cunt, twisting her ass about violently on the chair as I ran my tongue in and out of her cunt.
"The pain being rained on my ass was agonizing to say the least, but it was a pain that created a wonderful feeling inside me. Each blow of the belt made me thrust my tongue as far as I could into Jill's cunt, working it around and sucking out the fluid that dripped forth. I had to swallow a number of times because she flowed so much, but I didn't mind, not as long as Flora continued to whip me. The harder she spanked me, the more excited I became. My cock was throbbing powerfully, and there was a dull ache in my balls. What with the pleasure of feeling the stinging belt on my ass, and the taste of Jill's fragrant cunt, I knew I would experience another ejaculation in a very short time.
"Then I did something I had never done in my life before. I jumped to my feet and shoved Jill back into the chair, moving between her thighs before she or Flora knew what was happening. I shoved my cock straight up her cunt and started fucking her furiously. She screamed for me to stop, that she wasn't ready to get fucked, that she wanted me to finish licking her off.
"Flora, too, was screaming wildly at me, telling me to take my cock out of Jill's pussy and get back to eating it. I ignored them, too caught up in the intense feeling of having my cock inside that warm, tight pussy. Then, Flora apparently recovered somewhat, because she was whipping my plunging ass again with the belt. All it did was increase my desire to fuck this woman ... to make my stuff come off inside her cunt.
" 'Beat his ass!' Jill screamed, but at the same time she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly to her, her ass bouncing right against my cock every time I entered her. 'Whip his ass! Let him fuck me ... we can punish him later! Spank the piss out of his ass ...'
"I felt the stuff start from my balls and fly up my cock, and then it went into her like a whining jet. Jill screamed out her own orgasm, which seemed to make my wife spank my ass all the more harder. What with the discharge I was having and the stinging of my rump, well ... it was real gone!
"Jill and Flora weren't as mad as they had sounded about what I had done. They didn't punish me anymore--not then.
"That same night, though, Flora spanked me again for letting my emotions get out of control during the day. She accused me of not loving her anymore, saying that I preferred Jill to her. Of course, that was utter nonsense. I enjoyed fucking Jill, certainly, but that's all it was--enjoyment.
"The following day I received a severe whipping. This was done by one of the women at my wife's card party. You see, when she has those three girls in for cards, I am forced to serve them coffee and cake, or anything else they may want. Well, unfortunately, I dropped a small piece of cake into the lap of one woman.
"She became very angry about it because her dress happened to be a new one. They all knew about my servial position to Flora, and she had, of course, told them about whipping me. There certainly wasn't any secrets between them, and I knew one woman was spanking her husband frequently--the other's wanted to do the same, but they had husbands with a bit more iron in them, I guess.
"Anyway, I dropped the cake right into the woman's lap and she shoved her chair from the table and glared at me. Flora jumped up and began to berate me in some pretty foul language while I had to stand there and take it. She finished her verbal assault on me by telling the woman she must spank me for being so careless. Needless to say, that woman was very eager to do so.
"I was ordered to remove all my clothing in front of them, then I had to spraddle my thighs and while standing, lean over to touch my feet. This position caused my butt to spread widely and the skin became taut. Not only is this a good spanking position, but it caused a greater pain on the ass. Although my cock was quite stiff by now, none of those women were interested in it at all. What held their gaze was the way my ass was stretched out wide, the flesh as tight as possible.
"They all gathered around me and each had to have a turn feeling of my rump. They made some lewd comments about it; the shape, the tightness, the tenderness, that sort of thing. I was trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I had never been whipped by any of these women before, and I always enjoy a new experience. You see, each woman has a different way she spanks. Some are very cruel and try to raise welts on your ass, while others are almost gentle as if they are afraid to hurt you. I don't care for the gentle paddlings at all. There isn't much sense in receiving a sound spanking unless it stings your ass nicely.
"For a few moments, the woman with the messed up dress stood behind me and felt of my ass-cheeks with her hands, making crooning sounds in her throat as she rubbed each cheek.
" 'Henry has a lovely rump, Flora,' I heard her say. 'I bet it glows nicely after a few good whacks. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this!'
" 'Whip him hard,' Flora told the woman. 'It isn't any good unless you raise welts.'
" 'Oh, I will!' the woman said. 'I love the sound of leather striking a man's rear end. Oh, my! I do believe I'll have an orgasm!'
"Suddenly I howled with pain. The leather belt came swishing through the air and landed on my naked rear with a resounding smack. The sting of it bit into my flesh and I couldn't keep from jerking forward. Two of the women grabbed me and held me motionless while the other woman continued swishing the belt through the air. Flora, the bitch, stood off to one side and watched it with excited eyes. Here I was being beaten to death, and she had to stand there and watch--and play with her own tits!
"The blows became harder as the woman's excitement grew, and soon the belt was slapping across my ass until the sharp pain was cutting straight through my body like a knife. My cock was jerking around and my balls seemed to draw up tight into my crotch. Those tender things were in a dangerous position and I was afraid she would miss my ass and hit them. I reached one hand up to pull my balls from between my thighs, and it made me off-balanced. I fell to the floor, but the belt followed me, striking my thighs until I was able to scramble around onto my stomach. I shoved my ass upwards to meet the belt, and the woman gave me one last, extremely hard blow, then dropped the belt. I heard her moaning, and glanced around. She was pressing one fist hard into her cunt, and the expression on her face was of pure joy.
" 'Ohhhhh ... I came!' she groaned. 'I actually came! My God ... that was wonderful!'
"My ass was burning by now, and I squirmed my throbbing cock against the floor. One of the other women picked up the belt and began spanking me just as severely as the other. By now I was sure my naked rump was raw and bleeding, but the sensation I was feeling was the best ever! I lifted myself so I could pull my knees underneath, giving a better angle for the belt. It came down with rhythmic slaps, and I got what I wanted. My cock jerked about wildly, then started spurting the stuff right onto the floor. Although I was in agonizing pain and coming at the same time, I was aware of the loud panting of the women. I twisted my face around and saw that Flora was openly masturbating her dress hiked up around her waist and she was shoving three fingers in and out of her cunt. The other two women were watching my ass as the belt continued to slap down on me, and both had insane expressions in their eyes. What I mean, those eyes were actually glowing and I could see their hips jerk back and forth as if they were having orgasms, although I'm not sure about this.
"For two days I was unable to sit down with any degree of comfort whatsoever. My ass was raw, all right. I had welts on top of welts, and the stinging pain stayed with me all that time.
"The weekly card games were forgotten. I was the center of attraction after that first brutal spanking. The four women would gather as usual at our house, and they would take turns spanking me. I would always experience an orgasm, and I knew Flora and at least one of the women were enjoying climaxes, too. The other two women enjoyed hearing the sounds of the belt on my naked ass, but I don't know for certain if they had orgasms.
"There have been a few times the women get carried away with spanking me and the pain is no longer fun. It becomes excruciatingly painful for me and I've tried to get them to let up on those occasions, but all they do is laugh at me and spank all the harder. Yet, even though they batter my naked ass until I'm almost bleeding, I've never failed to achieve an ejaculation. That surprises me somewhat, because I don't really care for severe pain at all. A mild spanking such as Flora usually gives me is sufficient to bring my discharge on, but lately I've found myself responding strongly to the harder spankings."
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From the above story, I would be willing to consider Henry as an advanced student of spanking.
As he mentioned, the spankings are becoming more severe each passing week, and he reacts to it. The women, I am inclined to believe, are quite sadistic by nature and before long they will travel into the realm of actual torture, using Henry as the victim.
CHAPTER THREE
There are some masochistic and sadistic tendencies in all of us. Who has not experienced self-pity? Who has not, at one time or other, teased another person to the point of tears?
Usually, a person with masochistic inclinations has no desire to torment or bring pain to another, yet there are many instances whereby some people are interchangeable; taking turns being the tormenter and the victim. Just as there are men and women who are bisexual and can enjoy the sexual relations with either men or women, so there are spanking devotees who can either give or receive the paddling.
Patricia is such a girl. A striking blonde, she is an exceptionally good teacher. She has long been aware of her desire to spank and be spanked. From her history, she received her first spanking while in elementary school for some transgression not explained. The principle, a man, administered this spanking to her, and Patricia was surprised to find that, instead of the severe pain she had been expecting, she felt only a tingling sensation of extreme pleasure.
It was after her first paddling that she decided to have this principle spank her once again. With the misunderstood intelligence of children, she again violated some school rule, and once more found herself across the knees of this man. This second paddling, however, made her aware of something different--the man experienced an erection.
This pleased Patricia, and for the remainder of elementary school, she was paddled frequently by this man. Although she enjoyed having her bottom spanked, she also enjoyed the probe of his erect penis against her small stomach. As she entered high school, she tried in vain to be paddled there. She was disappointed to find the teachers and principle were not allowed to spank teenage girls.
However, Patricia did find an outlet for her burgeoning desires.
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"I was almost seventeen," she said. "I caught this kid--he was around twelve or so--in the garage one afternoon. He never took anything, but he liked to play around in there. My parents didn't care because he was a nice boy and always put things back where he found them.
"My father had an old car stored in the garage. It didn't run and a fender was missing and some of the cotton upholstery was ripped. The boy liked to play around with the car, and I still don't know why my father kept the damn thing around. He was always going to fix it up, but never did.
"Well, I took a stack of old newspapers out into the garage one afternoon, and there this boy was. He was sitting in the front seat of the old car, and he had prick out and was masturbating furiously. He was so involved in what he was doing that he didn't realize I was in the garage with him for a moment.
"When he looked up and saw me standing at the door of the old car, he became very frightened and stuffed his prick into his pants. But not before I had a good look at it. It was the first one I had seen, but I had naturally discussed such things with other girls. I wanted to see more of it for some reason, although he was much younger than I. 'What do you think you're doing here?' I asked him. He stammered something and started to get out of the car. I stopped him. 'I'm going to tell your mother about this ... and my parents, too. They won't let you play in the garage anymore.'
"He became afraid when I told him that. He begged me not to tell, saying he wouldn't do it again. I agreed not to tell on him, on the condition that he would accept my spanking. At first he didn't want to, but I reminded him that his whipping would be worse from his mother. 'Either you let me spank you, or I'll have to tell,' I told him.
"He agreed to let me whip him. I had him get out of the car and lean over some boxes stacked there in the corner. I looked around for a paddle of some sort, but there was nothing I could use. He was wearing a pair of those jeans with metal studs on the pockets, and I knew that if I used my hand those things would hurt me. 'Pull down your pants,' I said, feeling myself shiver a bit with the thing I was going to do.
"Up until that time, I had never spanked anyone in my life, but remembering how nice it felt to me when I was little, well, it just seemed reasonable that I would feel just as good paddling someone else.
"The kid hesitated about dropping his pants, so I picked up a wide piece of wood from the floor, saying I would use that if he didn't bare his bottom. He looked at the stick and then at me. I guess he saw how determined I was from my expression, anyway, he nervously unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He had on a pair of white jockey shorts, and for a moment I debated with myself about making him remove those, too. But that was going a bit far, I thought.
"I dropped the wood I was holding and had him bend over the boxes again. This made his jockey shorts stretched tight on his small cheeks. Just seeing them that way made my heart leap into my throat. I shivered as though a sudden chill had come across me, and I could feel my pussy getting moist. It was a sensation I had never felt before, and I liked it very much.
"Surprising as it may sound, I had not even masturbated myself up to this time. I know most girls at that age have already lost their cherry and are getting fucked every weekend.
"Anyway, I gazed at his concealed buttocks and became very aroused, mostly because of what I was about to do to him. The kid was crying already, and he was gripping the boxes hard with his fingers. I lifted my right hand and then brought it down, very, very hard, across his ass. He started to holler as the pain struck him. 'You start yelling,' I said, 'and I'll spank you bloody!'
"That stopped him from making a sound, except to cry softly with huge tears streaking his face. I brought my palm down again on his ass and the sound of flesh against flesh almost brought me to an orgasm there and then. My legs felt watery and I was trembling violently, but I kept bringing my hand down on his behind with stinging, smacking blows. I could feel all sorts of nice things happening to me, mostly down between my thighs. Even my breasts became swollen while I spanked him, and my nipples rubbed against my bra as though they were raw with sensation.
"I continued spanking him and he cried and squirmed to make me stop, but I was clutched in a beautiful sensation of passion. I could feel my pussy twitch strongly with each smack on his ass, and my panties were becoming soggy from the juice that was flowing from me. Then, as I brought my palm down in a very hard, very loud fleshy smack on his ass, everything seemed to explode inside me. My legs quivered, then trembled, and I slumped to the floor of the garage, unable to stand there any longer. I pressed one hand tightly into my cunt and just shuddered with the most beautiful feeling I had ever felt before.
"When I recovered enough to look at the kid, he was still standing there, his pants down around his ankles, facing me with wide, frightened eyes. 'Are you hurt, Patricia?' he asked. 'What happened to you? Are you sick?'
"I had to smile at his concern. Although I had just spanked his little ass very hard, he was still concerned about me. I told him I was alright, that I had become weak for a moment. Then I glanced down at his shorts. I could see his prick pushing out at the cloth, and it surprised me to see that he was hard all over again. When he saw where I was looking, he quickly pulled his pants up, but it didn't conceal the bulge. I was sitting in such a position with one knee up that caused my skirt to expose my thighs. The boy glanced at them, then turned and ran out of the garage.
"That night, while I was in bed, I relived what I had done to him. I thrilled to the sound of my hand on his small ass, and it wasn't long before I was clawing at my pussy, masturbating for the first time. All the time my fingers were drumming against my heated clitoris and pussy lips, my mind was blazing with the vision of his ass beneath my hand. Needless to say, I had myself a terrific orgasm.
"I began watching for the kid, trying to catch him in the garage again. I wanted to spank him in the worse way imaginable. I don't mean that I wanted to really hurt him ... all I wanted to do was use my hand again and hear those stinging slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Finally, I did catch him there, but he wasn't doing anything to make me spank him. He was sitting in the old car again, pretending to drive it. When I walked in, he looked up at me with fear in his eyes, then he smiled shyly at me. I crawled into the front seat of the old car with him and watched as he pretended he was running the grand prix or Daytona five-hundred. After a while, we began talking about what I had done to him a week past. I was delighted to find out he enjoyed the paddling as much as I. He was much wiser than I was, too. He had understood what happened to me that day, and in a hesitant manner, told me that if I had continued spanking him a bit longer, he would have came off.
"Now, you've got to remember that I was still very much ignorant about sex. But I was becoming eager to learn, now that I had experienced my first orgasm. We discussed the spanking, and while we talked, I noticed that his prick was bulging against the front of his jeans again. He was somewhat embarrassed about this, but I told him boldly, 'Don't be ashamed of it,' I said. 'I know all about boys.'
"Of course, that was a lie, but he didn't know it. What with me being older by four or five years, he felt I must surely know what I was talking about. Soon I asked him if he would let me spank him again, and after a moment's hesitation, he agreed.
"We got out of the old car and he went straight to the boxes again. I didn't have to tell him to take his jeans down, either. He unbuttoned them and let them drop to the floor, then he leaned over the boxes willingly. For a long moment I just stared at his concealed ass, then decided that if I had achieved an orgasm by spanking him with his shorts on, I would certainly get a better one if he were exposed. 'Would you mind if I spanked you on the naked behind?' I asked him.
"He willingly dropped his shorts, and when I saw his small, naked ass, I almost swooned with pleasure. His cheeks were very white and smooth. I reached out one hand and touched him there, and a spark of something delicious shot through me. I traced a fingertip up and down the crack of his ass, feeling the warmth of him there. He was trembling and his smooth flesh started getting chill bumps on it. I petted his naked ass gently, saying, 'If I hurt you too much, let me know and I'll stop.' But I secretly hoped he wouldn't make me stop spanking him. He nodded his head, his eyes closed tightly and there was a slight flush on his face, whether from shame or humiliation, I don't know.
"I drew my hand back, fingers stiff and palm ready. Then I brought it down in a resounding smack. The sound of my flesh striking his naked ass sent a shiver of passion rippling through me, and my pussy started that wild twitching inside my panties.
"At first, I would draw my hand back and bring it down against his ass slowly, making the cheeks become pink. But the more I paddled him, the hotter I became, and it wasn't long before I was whipping him hard and fast. His white ass became pink, then red, and soon it was a brilliant scarlet color. I alternated my blows on each cheek, making them glow warmly. My legs once more turned to liquid and I felt my orgasm coming on swiftly. I stopped spanking him, and the feeling of explosion receded. I stood there and he lifted his head and peered back at me, his eyes with tears in them. 'Why are you stopping?' he asked. 'I must,' I replied in a quivery voice. 'I don't want it to happen yet.'
"He turned from the boxes and I saw that his prick was very elongated and thick. He reached down and felt of it, no longer bashful. I stared at his hand as it raced up and down the thick thing, and I became excited all over again. 'Hurry,' I said urgently, 'turn around and let me spank you again! Hurry ... I'm almost there!'
"He leaned on the boxes and I began to beat him very hard, my hand stinging against his naked, rosy ass. He squirmed his hips around and shoved them back at me as if he was really enjoying himself. Then, all of a sudden, he grunted and his hips started jerking back and forth. I continued whipping him until he cried out that he had enough. When he turned to face me again, I saw the globs of his ejaculation on the boxes. I had not come, and my pussy was twitching so much with the sensation of it I was about ready to climb the walls!
"Hardly knowing what I was doing, I whipped my body around and lifted my skirt to my waist. 'Spank me!' I cried out, shoving my ass toward him. 'Hurry and spank my ass! Ohhh ... I'm about there!'
"There was no hesitation about him now. He started paddling my panty-clad ass, at first lightly, then harder as I shoved my ass back against his hand. The blows were stinging every nerve of my bottom, and the sounds that came to my ears were the most delightful I had ever heard. By the time he had struck my ass five or six times, I was clutched in the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I fell to the floor and writhed in agonized pleasure as my orgasm boiled forth, my ass-cheeks burning from the pain. I didn't care at all that my dress was around my waist and that the kid could see me bang my pussy up and down on the cement floor. The feeling I was enjoying was so intense, I didn't care about anything except the wonderful sensations I was having.
"When it was over, I sat up, my knees wide apart and grinned up at the kid, who was still naked from the waist down. His prick was standing up hard again, and I asked him if he wanted to be spanked again. He shook his head no, and turned to show me his ass. It was fiery red, and looked very tender. I knew he couldn't take another spanking right then.
"I reached out and took hold of his prick, pulling him so that he was facing me again. It was my first time to touch a boy this way, and it felt good. I stroked my fingers up and down his hard prick while he looked down at me. Neither of us were ashamed of what we were doing now.
"For a while, I played with his prick, then an overwhelming urge came over me to kiss it. Still sitting on the floor of the garage, my skirt high and thighs widely exposed, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his prick. The kid trembled and arched his pelvis forward, and before I knew what I was doing, I had taken the swollen head into my lips and was sucking on it. My senses became inflamed again, and I pulled the full length of his prick into my mouth. I ran my hands around his hips and stroked his rosy ass while I sucked like a greedy bitch at his prick. I could feel the heat coming from his ass-cheeks, and the longer I sucked on his prick, the more I wanted to spank him again. Maybe it was the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth, I don't know, but whatever it was, when I started paddling his ass while sucking his prick, he didn't even whimper.
"My spanking became harder against his naked ass as I sucked furiously on his prick. With each blow on his behind, I could feel the head of his cock slam against my throat. His balls swung against my chin, because his cock was smaller than a man's I was able to take every inch of it into my mouth. I spanked harder and harder on his ass as I sucked, creating as much friction as I could against the sides of his prick with my lips, my tongue swirling and licking as I moved my face back and forth.
"The position was awkward for spanking, and I couldn't get the power I wanted behind the blows. Not wanting to stop sucking him, I had to make do with the position as best I could. When he went off inside my mouth, I thought I would strangle on the strange-tasting substance, but I swallowed and gulped and kept right on sucking and spanking his ass. I kept it up until he had finished coming down my throat and pulled his deflating prick away. When I looked into his face, there were tears there, but his eyes were shining brightly ... as brightly as his ass!
"I sucked that kid's prick off while spanking him in that position about three times a week. Then, when I graduated from high school, I went off to the state college and never saw him again.
"At college I lived in a dormitory. I was fortunate in having a roommate who enjoyed spanking as much as I. I discovered she liked having her ass paddled quite by accident. Nolene--that was her name--had a habit of prancing around the room in hardly anything at all. She always wore sheer, lacy panties and bras--nothing else. When she went to bed at night, she would strip them off and get between the sheets naked.
"I would look at her almost revealed ass-cheeks as she walked about the room, wondering how it would be to paddle a girl. She had a beautiful set of cheeks on her ... smooth, creamy, and wonderfully shaped. I would get aroused simply by looking at them and thinking how nice it would be to spank them and make them glow a bright red color.
"After I had been in college about four months, Nolene was shaking her beautiful ass around the room in those revealing panties. When she walked passed me, she sort of gave them a tantalizing little jerk in my direction, giggling. Of its own volition, my hand lifted automatically and I placed a well-aimed slap right across both cheeks. 'Don't shake that ass in my face, honeybun,' I told her. Nolene stopped short, her body shaking gently, every muscle rigid. Then, she turned and faced me, her eyes wide but hot. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth and darted across those full lips.
"Without a word, she turned and moved to her bed, stripping off her panties and bra. For a moment, she paused, leaned over slightly with her naked ass toward me, then, with a glance over her shoulder, she shook her ass and crawled into bed.
"I spent a restless night that night, unable to sleep because the vision of her perfectly shaped buttocks kept floating around in my mind. I grew very aroused just thinking how nice it would be to spank her there, to make those white, sweet cheeks glow with heat.
"The next day, after classes, I entered the room to find Nolene completely naked. It was the first time she had done this, and immediately I became aroused by the sight of her succulent ass. She was standing at the desk, looking out the window. Those sweet-looking mounds were slightly arched toward me, and I felt my palm itch with desire to spank her. I'm not sure she knew I had come in or not, but while I stood there gazing hotly at her naked ass, she began to move her feet in a little dance step. Her cheeks started trembling into motion, and my passion lifted tremendously. Nolene began waving her naked ass then, making them clench together and then relax. I couldn't stand there any longer without giving them a good smack.
"I moved silently up behind her, and brought my open hand down in a stinging smack across one delightfully smooth cheek. Nolene's body went rigid, and then she shivered. Turning toward me, I recognized passion in her dark eyes. What she did next surprised me. Nolene wrapped her arms about my shoulders and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue fluttering over my lips. At first, I was too surprised to respond, then as her tongue probed against my teeth, I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I raced my hands down her naked back and cupped her ass tightly, drawing her furry pelvis against me. Both of us were whimpering in steaming passion, and I dug my fingers into the warm crack of her ass and held on tightly as she rolled and twisted against me.
"When Nolene pulled her lips and tongue from my mouth, she looked into my eyes with a glassy stare. 'Patricia,' she whispered in a husky voice, 'do it again! Slap my ass with your hand again ... please!'
"She squirmed out of my arms and threw herself over the desk, her ass arching up, inviting me to spank her soundly. Thrilled at this discovery, I began to spank her, lightly at first, watching her cheeks become pink. She moaned and writhed her ass beneath my blows, and I became so aroused that my panties were sticky with the flowing secretions there. As her ass turned pink, I began to strike her harder, hearing the delicious sounds of flesh against flesh. The palm of my hand was stinging, but nothing compared to the warming I was giving her behind. Those wonderfully smooth cheeks soon began to glow a rosy red, and as the pain increased, Nolene began to whimper in passion. I stopped paddling her for a moment and leaned down to peer between her thighs. I could see the moisture oozing from her pussy, making the strands of her cunt hair very wet. She waved her ass and groaned for me to keep on spanking her.
"I began to use both hands now, stinging her ass-cheeks as hard as I could stand it. Small welts raised up on her flesh from the imprints of my fingers, and finally Nolene shuddered violently. I knew she was having an orgasm, so I kept right on spanking her hard until it was finished. She slumped to the floor, sitting on her bruised ass and sobbed with pleasure-pain. Then she did something I had not been expecting.
"Nolene shot her hands under my skirt and ripped my panties down. Startled, I didn't stop her. Once she had my panties down, she lifted my skirt and shoved her head beneath it, her face pressed hard into my crotch. Since I was very much aroused, I spread my feet on the floor and felt her grip the cheeks of my ass in both hands, and she started licking furiously at my inflamed clitoris. My skirt was over her head, so I couldn't see her, but I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her as tight as I could into my dripping pussy, letting her tongue slip right up inside me. The sensation of having a tongue thrust into my pussy was terrific, and for a moment I wondered why I had not tried this before.
"She shot her tongue in and out of my cunt, delving and licking and sucking all at the same time. Then, as her fingers clawed at my ass-cheeks, she swirled it up around my excited clitoris and tongued it as her lips closed around and sucked the sensitive thing. I rocked and tossed my pelvis into her face as she attempted to devour everything her mouth and tongue could find between my thighs. I had never felt anything like it before, and I strained hard against her slobbering mouth, feeling my orgasm bubble up and then explode. It was such a terrific feeling, I fell away from her mouth and thudded to the floor, sprawling with my legs wide apart as my body shivered in the violent spasms.
"After the overwhelming orgasm was over, I opened my eyes to see Nolene still sitting there, staring at me with wide-eyed fascination. I sat up, closing my thighs and pulling my skirt over my exposed pussy. For a long time, neither of us said anything, just looked at one another. Her breasts were huge, with great pink nipples centered directly in the center of the creamy mounds. As we looked at each other with understanding at least, she gently fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. Then, Nolene grinned impishly at me, saying, 'Patricia, you are one good ass spanker!'
"We said no more about the subject, and Nolene continued to move about the room nakedly, her ass-cheeks retaining the redness and finger imprints of my hand for a long time. It was thrilling to me, knowing I had caused that stinging soreness there.
"When it was time to go to bed, Nolene came over to me and asked if I would like to spank her again before we went to sleep. Of course, I didn't refuse. But she wanted me to spank her in a different position this time. 'I want to suck your pussy, Patricia, while you spank my behind,' she said. Remembering the young kid I used to suck and spank at the same time, I wondered just how this was possible. Don't forget, I was still a novice at this sort of thing, but was I ever eager to learn!
"Nolene had me lay back on my bed, face up. She then crawled onto her hands and knees at my side, only she had her face over my pussy and her ass near my right shoulder. 'Now, spank me hard while I suck and lick your pussy, Patricia,' Nolene said, and dived her face between my thighs.
"Her tongue swiped up and down my pussy, her hands pulling the lips apart to expose my clitoris. Then, as she started sucking and licking at my inflamed clitoris, I started spanking her on the ass. The harder I struck, the more forcefully her tongue licked.
"But I was unable to get the leverage I wanted to spank her really hard. I pulled at her thigh, telling her, 'straddle my face, Nolene ... I can spank you much harder that way.' She gurgled into my moist pussy and threw her left thigh over my face, and I found myself looking up into a hairy hole that was literally dripping secretions. Her position made her pussy gape wide open and the tiny pink of her clitoris seemed to throb with arousal. Just past her gaping pussy was the brown pucker of her asshole. I brought my arms past her knees and lifted them above my head, then placed my hands on each of her naked cheeks, seeing if I could have the swing I wanted in this position. It was beautiful! I started smacking her, but found it was still a bit awkward. Taking hold of her ass-cheeks, I pulled them down a bit lower, and found my lips brushing her cunt hair. When I discovered that she was in a lovely position now, I didn't mind the fact that my lips were almost touching her pussy.
"I began to paddle her hard now, and Nolene waved her naked ass in delicious pleasure-pain, her tongue diving far into my pussy, then swirling out to lick around the lips before she sucked at my clitoris. Her huge breasts were brushing across my heaving stomach, the long nipples burning against my flesh. I watched her ass just above my eyes turn rosy pink from the blows I was placing on her. I could hear the gurgles and sighs she was making against my pussy and the harder I spanked, the more her pussy dripped. The stuff was now running over my face and lips. And as her ass became red, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her in the same manner she was kissing me.
"I lifted my face slightly, pressing my lips against the moist pussy just above, then with a gingerly stab, I tasted her pussy. I kept beating my palms at her ass though, because I was sure that if I couldn't hear the fleshy sounds or see her buttocks become fiery red, I wouldn't have been able to lick her off.
"Nolene slipped her hands beneath my hips and clutched at my ass with both hands, lifting my crotch into her face. I brought my legs up and pressed them against her head, locking my heels there and holding her tight. As my hands spanked her red ass, I rocked up and down with my hips as though I were getting fucked. I suppose, in a way, I was getting fucked--by a tongue! I made the same movements she was doing with her mouth and tongue, since I didn't know the first thing about eating pussy then. But a girl has an instinct for what another enjoys, and I suppose I did a good tongue job on her. At least, we brought each other off almost about the same time.
"After that, the pussy eating and spanking was a nightly occurrence for us. Nolene didn't care about spanking anyone else, but she sure loved having her own ass warmed up by hand! We did it the same as that first time, with her eating me and me eating her and spanking her ass at the same time.
"Within a month I knew all about Nolene. She had this boyfriend who was an engineer that loved spanking her, but he wanted to have his ass paddled too. She had tried it a few times, she told me, but she wasn't any good at it at all, and he was disappointed. She said she loved this guy very much and was afraid he would stop being her boyfriend if she didn't come up with something. When she asked me to go home with her during Easter vacation, I readily agreed. I was most anxious to spank a man--a grown man--and wanted to taste a cock inside my mouth again. You see, I had never really enjoyed licking Nolene's pussy ... I did it because it was the best position I could get her in while she ate me out.
"That was one of Nolene's hang-ups--she wanted to be spanked while she licked a cunt or sucked a cock or was getting fucked.
"When Easter vacation came, we caught a plane and were in her town shortly thereafter. Her boyfriend, a guy named Steve, met us and drove the two of us to Nolene's house, where we were to stay. She said her parents would become suspicious if we didn't stay there, but she would have preferred staying with Steve in his apartment.
"Steve wasn't a bad-looking fellow, if you go for the rugged out-doors type of guy. I don't, as a rule. I much prefer the smaller built men ... ones that I can dominate without fear they will turn on me. But his size and looks were deceptive. He wasn't at all a brute or even rough. He was very gentle and cared a great deal for Nolene. He took us to dinner that first night, and later danced with both of us. He offered to get a friend for me, but Nolene and I both quickly turned him down.
"As the evening came to a close, Nolene bluntly told Steve that I was going with them to his apartment. At first he looked surprised, but when Nolene told him about my sexual inclinations, he smiled brightly. I was surprised that I didn't blush by having my spanking desires so boldly put to a relative strange person, and a man at that.
"When we arrived at Steve's apartment, he fixed drinks for us, since both Nolene and I were too young to drink at the club. For a while we sat around sipping the drinks, neither knowing how to start the proceedings. I hadn't even dated as yet, and had no idea how to go about, shall we say, vamping, a man. But Nolene took matters in hand. She sat on Steve's lap and started kissing him, shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth. Steve looked at me from the corner of his eye, then hesitantly placed his hand on one of her large breasts.
"Nolene squirmed her ass about in his lap, then squealed that she could feel his prick getting hard. That's the way she said it, too. 'I feel your prick getting hard, Darling,' she said loud enough for me to hear. 'Does that mean I got to suck it... or are you going to fuck me?'
"Steve grinned then, and he was no longer hesitant. He squeezed her breast and said, 'However you want it, Nolene.'
"She giggled and squirmed her ass down onto his prick again. 'Then, if I can have my choice, I believe I'll get fucked first. It's been a long time since I've had a cock inside my pussy, Darling.'
"She got off his lap and I saw the way his prick was bulging up in his pants. Without showing shame, Nolene began stripping out of her clothes, then she was standing naked before us. You, too, Patricia,' she said. You get naked, too. Steve will love this ... both of us all naked for him.'
"I hesitated only for a moment, then started taking my clothes off. 'I'm still a virgin,' I said. 'Please, Steve, don't try to fuck me.'
"He agreed with my request, but he looked quite surprised. 'All I've done so far is suck a kid's prick off ... and licked Nolene's pussy. I haven't been fucked yet, and I don't want to get fucked. "Once I was naked, he stared at me, then at Nolene, comparing our relative differences with a growing passion in his eyes. My breasts were smaller than Nolene's but they're beautifully shaped and quite firm. My waist is also very narrow, but my hips are nicely rounded. I've always been proud of my thighs, and I know my ass-cheeks are firm and succulent looking. No, I'm not vain about my good looks--it's a matter of being honest, isn't it?
"Steve then stood up and undressed. He was very muscular, but it wasn't his muscles that interested me. It was his long, thick prick. He had been circumcised as a young boy, and the head was shiny as it swelled up. When he turned his back to us, I shivered with anticipation to whip his ass. It was the first grown-up ass I had seen on a man, and I was anxious to paddle it.
"He, like Nolene, preferred to be spanked by the hand, and since that was the way I enjoyed it, too, there were no arguments how we would do it, except who would be first to get spanked. They flipped a coin and Nolene won the toss. Steve stretched out on the floor, his prick standing up like some monstrous spear toward the ceiling. Nolene straddled his hips, and with a wicked grin, she squatted down so that her pussy was directly over his prick. She reached between her thighs and gripped it in one hand, brushing it up and down the hairy slit. Steve placed his hands behind his head and relaxed, saying, 'Stick it up your snatch, Nolene, and have a ball. I'll just lay here and let you do it all.'
"I stared as Nolene inserted the big head of his prick into her pussy, then she sighed and dropped her pussy down onto him, taking it all up inside her. The sight made me shiver with a delicious pleasure, and I watched as her pussy hair tangled with his. She sighed again, then revolved her hips in a circular motion for a few moments. I was very anxious to start spanking her ass, but when I looked behind her, I could see how this was possible. Her white ass was flattened down on his pelvis, and the only area I could spank was the upper portions, near the small of her back. That, to me, was her ass. But Nolene knew just how to accomplish the act. She leaned forward and lay down across Steve's chest, then bringing her knees up against his sides, she now had her ass in a beautiful position. I knelt behind her and could see the way she was bouncing her ass up and down on him, see t the way her hair-rimmed pussy stretched around his prick, and those white cheeks of her ass was exposed to my palms.
"For a moment, Nolene fucked up and down on him, then she cried out, 'Do it now, Patricia! Spank my ass while I fuck him! Hurry ... yes, hurry!'
"Positioning myself so I could paddle her hard, I began to whip her with all the strength I could muster. She started groaning as the pain shot through her naked body, her crotch moving faster and faster on his penetrating prick. Moist sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his prick mingled with the fleshy sound of my spanking, and I was getting awfully steamed up. Her ass turned pink, then became rosy red as my two hands beat her severely, and with each blow, she would shudder as though on the verge of coming. She began to pant heavily, smearing kisses all over Steve's face as her ass bobbed and rotated.
"I looked first at her ass as it turned scarlet, then at the way her pussy was gobbling up his prick, then at his hairy balls that swung around between his thighs. Keeping one hand slapping fast and hard on her ass, I gripped Steve's balls in the other hand and squeezed them. He yelped in pain as my sharp nails dug into the sensitive flesh. I pulled and rolled them in my hand while spanking Nolene, and when he started his discharge, I could feel it there in his balls. I saw his prick jerk wildly inside her clinging pussy and then he went off. Nolene squealed in delight and exploded right along with him, and I beat her ass almost raw until she was finished.
"Their fuck had taken the strength from them, and my palms stung from the spanking I had given Nolene. There wasn't anything else we could do for a while so we sat around, still naked, and had another drink.
"Within an hour, Nolene and Steve were ready again, only now it was Steve's turn to receive the paddling. Nolene elected to suck his prick this time, and he would in turn lick her off. She sprawled out on the floor, spreading her slim thighs very wide. Steve crawled across her and shoved his face down into her hairy slit. He licked at her for a moment, then looked up at me. 'I like it slow at first, Patricia, then I want you to spank me harder as we approach orgasm, okay?'
"I agreed to this, and he shoved his face back into her pussy, making slurping noises with his tongue and lips. I knelt once again on my knees, only now I was facing a man's ass. I leaned over and looked at his prick dangling in it's soft state just above Nolene's face. I reached for it and rubbed my fist up and down for a bit, wanting to see what it felt like. Although I fondled his prick and balls for about five minutes, with Nolene staring up at my hand. He didn't get hard. 'Don't worry about that,' Steve said. 'Once you start spanking, everything will work out.'
"I turned loose his prick and ran my hand over his naked, somewhat hairy ass. He trembled under my hand, and Nolene opened her lips and sucked his prick into her mouth, although it was still soft. Both of them were making liquid sounds with their mouths, and when I started spanking with one hand on his ass, they started trying to actually devour the other's genitals.
"Using both hands now, I beat them up and down on his ass, and he was bucking furiously, driving his now swelling prick deeply into Nolene's mouth. I was fascinated by the amount she could take in, and for a moment forgot to paddle him. Steve grunted something to me, but his voice was muffled by the slippery pussy against his mouth. It didn't matter, because I knew what he wanted.
"I began spanking him again, watching the way he fucked his prick up and down as Nolene sucked and gurgled on it. Her eyes were wide open, a glazed expression in them as she watched my hands bring that delicious red color to his ass-cheeks. The sounds of my hands on his buttocks made me aware of my own arousal. Seeing his thick prick drive into her mouth and the way his ass was turning color, I couldn't help but take one of my hands and started clawing at my burning pussy. All three of us were moaning in passion, but I kept my right hand striking hard and swift on his ass.
"Nolene was the first to come, and she squealed around his lip-stretching prick for him to pull his lips and tongue away, that her pussy was too nervy to take anymore. Steve lifted his mouth from her, but he continued to plunge his prick up and down into her sucking mouth. He was howling now as the agonizing pain shot through him, and his ass was quivering in violent spasms. 'Harder!' he yelled, fucking into Nolene's mouth without regard to choking her. 'Spank my ass harder! I'm about to come!'
"With my left hand twisting and crushing my clitoris, I hit him as hard as I could with my right. The blows were extremely painful to my hand now, but the louder sound created a terrific excitement in me--and them. Steve began to sob like a small boy then, and his prick thrust faster and faster into the clinging lips of Nolene, who was gurgling and slurping insanely at the thick pole, her eyes dazed with pleasure. He suddenly shuddered, then shuddered more violently yet ... and started squirting his come into her mouth. I beat his ass furiously, my fingers almost twisting my clitoris off. Nolene's throat worked to swallow his come, and I could hear her make small choking sounds as she struggled with the onslaught. I felt my pussy quiver, and it seemed to draw up inside me, then pooch out and went off with such a terrific force, I couldn't keep my hand working on his ass. I sprawled to the floor, both hands clasping my pussy between my tightly pressing thighs, rolling around in a convulsive fit of ecstatic pleasure.
"By the time I had recovered, Steve and Nolene were sitting up and watching me with amused expressions. I didn't feel a bit of shame. Why should I? All of us enjoyed it tremendously, and it didn't matter to me if they saw my naked body rolling around in pleasure. All I was concerned about was the fact that I had just spanked two lovely be-hinds to a rosy red color. All the rest--the fucking, the cock sucking and pussy lapping ... even my open and unashamed masturbation--all that was incidental to the enjoyment we received from the spanking.
"Every night of the vacation we spent in Steve's apartment. Usually it would be me spanking them because that was the way I enjoyed it most. I did allow Steve to spank me once while I sucked Nolene's pussy, and we tried it with me sucking him off while Nolene paddled me, but she had told the truth--she wasn't able to paddle a person the way it should be done.
"After we returned to college, we fell into the habit of licking each other while I paddled her as before. But after the experience with Steve, it just wasn't the same. We discussed the possibilities of finding a boy on campus who would enjoy the same things we did, but discarded those ideas as too dangerous.
"Nolene quit college during her second year and married Steve. The new roommate I got was a dried up prune, a girl who didn't do anything but study.
"I'm sure her brain was wrinkled from all that studying, and I would bet anything her pussy was full of cobwebs and rust! That didn't matter to me, though, because she wasn't at all attractive.
"During the next two years, I applied myself to the classes. There were a few times, I must admit, that I would have tried out the prune-faced girl with just a hint of invitation. But, I made it through and received my degree in education.
"I was lucky to get a job almost right away in this high school. There were a lot of teachers out of work when I graduated. During my first year, I met one of the male teachers who was in his early thirties. We started dating and he of course made a few tentative passes at me. I began to speculate about the possibilities of spanking him and how he would receive such a proposal. He was one of those studious types, and you can never be sure about them. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a spanking session, and I found myself looking at the male students with thoughts of trying one of them. But getting mixed up with a student --sexually mixed up--can be awfully dangerous for a teacher.
"I knew I appealed to them, because not a few times those kids would feel me out about my views and my thinking on the growing sexual freedom. I would ignore them, smiling with replies so as not to hurt their feelings.
"You know, it may come as a surprise, but I didn't have to initiate the spanking thing with Neil, the male teacher. It seems that people who enjoy spanking can almost spot the other. Anyway, he made the overture to me one evening when we were having dinner. He started out by discussing the pleasures of pain, more or less feeling his way with me. When I perked up and started talking avidly with him about the sensations of spanking a person, he became very excited. He didn't admit to me that he was a devotee to spanking, but asked, 'Why don't we try it, Patricia ... as an experiment, you might say.'
"I agreed, wondering if he could see my excitement in my eyes. I could see his, of course, and I smiled inwardly at his bashful manner. 'I'm willing, Neil,' I told him. 'But who spanks who? Or is it whom--I never could figure that one out.' He shifted his ass about in the chair, then smiled shyly. 'Well ... suppose we start with you spanking me. I wouldn't want to hurt you--not this first time.'
"I smiled at him. 'What do you mean . . . this first time? Do you plan on another time?' He looked at me with that hot expression I've come to see in the person's eyes who enjoy spanking. He paid the check and we drove rapidly to his home. Although a bachelor, Neil had a house to himself, saying that he hoped to have it paid for by the time he found a girl who would put up with his idiotic ways.
"His house was typical of man living alone--no pictures, no flowers, not a sign of the feminine touch. Every thing was functional, and I knew the girl who married him would throw every stick of furniture out and replace it with something more comfortable and pleasant looking.
"For a while he roamed about the living room nervously, not knowing just how to continue with our little game of spanking. I began to get restless and decided to let my true nature come out, regardless of what he thought of me. After all, he had been the one to bring up the subject, not I. 'Neil, why don't we go into the bedroom and try this pleasure-pain thing out. I promise to be gentle with you .. . this first time.' I joked with him. 'Well ...' he said, swallowing nervously, 'I suppose we may as well, Patricia.'
"We went into his bedroom, and I found it sparsely furnished. The big bed dominated the room, and he had a desk off in one corner where he studied and graded papers. While he lit up a cigarette, I wondered about the bedroom, hoping he would calm down soon. I was becoming quite anxious to paddle his ass. I wasn't at all surprised to see a pile of magazines near the desk--the type devoted to spanking. I smiled to myself and thumbed through them. He came over and stood beside me, saying nervously, 'Yes ... I've been interested in this pleasure-pain thing for some time. It's a very strange phenomenon. Actually, I don't understand how one can receive a sexual thrill from spanking--or any sort of pain, for that matter.'
"I flipped a page and there was a picture of a man, his naked ass thrust up to meet the hairbrush wielded by an equally naked woman. The man was peering over his shoulder at the woman, fear in his eyes, but I noticed that his prick was very hard. The woman was grasping one of his cheeks and the other was a bright red color, testifying that the picture had not been simulated. I heard Neil suck his breath in, and I couldn't stifle the small chuckle of understanding that rose up in me. The other thing I couldn't stifle was the urge to feel of his prick and see how excited he was.
"I brushed the back of my hand over the front of his pants, and sure enough, his prick was standing out very hard. I wrapped my hands about it and sort of jerked it a bit, feeling him tremble. I turned to face him then, still keeping my hand on his prick. 'Neil,' I said, 'before we start this thing, I want you to understand that I do not want to get myself fucked. Is that all right with you?' For a long moment, he gazed into my eyes while I fondled his hardened prick. 'Yes .. . that's fine with me,' he said.
"I turned loose of his prick and started undressing. He stood there for a while longer, watching me. Then he began pulling at buttons and zippers eagerly. Once I was naked, he didn't seem to pay much attention to me. I found this strange, because, after all, I am quite pretty naked, and a man usually would be very excited by a naked girl. Neil's prick stayed hard, although he wasn't interested in me whatsoever. I began to understand then that his interest was only in being spanked for sexual enjoyment ... not the body of a naked woman. This was fine with me since my interest was mostly in spanking the ass. I was in no danger of getting fucked from him.
"Without pretending any longer, I told Neil to get into the position he liked best, and he crawled on the bed with his knees under his body, his ass shoved toward me. He spread his thighs and his prick and balls dangled below.
"I reached between them and wrapped my fingers around his prick and jerked him for a minute, then I cupped his balls and squeezed them. He let me do this for a while, then grunted, 'You don't have to do any of that if you don't want, Patricia. It isn't necessary with me.'
"Actually, I only wanted to feel him, sort of become familiar with what he had there. Without warning, I slammed my open palm down hard across his ass. Neil yelped in the sudden, unexpected pain, but he threw his naked ass back at me just the same. I grinned to myself, knowing I had found a man who thoroughly enjoyed spanking ... rather, getting his ass spanked. I began to beat on his ass-cheeks with both hands as though it were a drum, one after the other in a musical sort of rhythm. He started quivering so furiously, the bed shook. I squatted down on my heels, so that my face was on the level with his dangling balls and throbbing cock. As I beat my hands on his ass, making them glow with the warm heat, I wasn't at all surprised to see him reach underneath his body and start to masturbate. He paced his jerking hand with the sounds of mine on his heating flesh, and the faster I spanked him, the faster he masturbated.
"My knees were wide apart, and my pussy was dripping from the pleasure I was getting by hearing those slaps and seeing his ass turn red. I wanted desperately to masturbate, myself, but I also wanted to keep both my hands pounding up and down on his ass. Pretty soon, his fist was holding tightly to his prick and moving so fast it was almost a blur. His balls seemed to crawl up tight against the base, and I knew he would be discharging a short time. I increased the tempo of my hands, creating more and stronger pleasure-pain on his ass and he masturbated that much faster. I could hear him sob and grunt, and his body was shaking violently. He didn't call out for me to hit him harder or faster, but he was gasping for breath. I was so aroused, I was rocking my hips back and forth on my heels in an unconscious motion of fucking.
"Then, Neil bellowed loudly, and the white semen gushed from his cock, puddling on the bed cover as his fist flew up and down. His balls jerked and I hit him as hard as I could now. I was amazed at the volume of his discharge, and it didn't seem as if he would ever stop gushing. By now, his ass was raw with angry red welts all over both cheeks. As his discharge ceased, he slumped down on the bed, not minding at all that he was sprawled in the mess his prick had made.
"I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to recover. My pussy was having fits between my thighs, and I thought of masturbating myself openly then and there, but decided to wait and see if he had any more ideas for fun and games.
"But, unfortunately for me, he didn't. After he sat up, he gave me a sheepish grin, then went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. When he returned, we discussed what had happened, and he told me he had found it difficult to find a woman who would spank him without wanting something in return. I had enjoyed myself tremendously paddling his ass, and I certainly didn't want anything in return. I had only held myself back in case he wanted to lick me or something of that nature. Now, though, after I found out his pleasure was solely in being spanked, I gave vent to my passions.
"I crawled to the center of his bed and with total lack of shame, I spread my thighs and began to masturbate by twisting and pulling on my inflamed clitoris. Neil was very interested in this, saying it was the first time he had seen a woman fondle herself. It didn't bother me at all that he leaned his face down close to watch my fingers probe and touch and caress my pussy. I wasn't really seeing his face, anyway. What I was seeing behind my closed eyes was the way his ass had smarted and became angry red as I spanked him. I could still hear the sounds of flesh on flesh as I attempted to rip my clitoris from my body. Then it happened for me. I shuddered and shook as if thrown around by a storm, and exploded into a delicious orgasm.
"By the time I had recovered enough to sit up and accept a drink from Neil, he was fully recovered and we had a long talk about our sexual desires and his penchant to be spanked. Both of us were very happy in the fact that I loved to spank and he loved to be spanked, and neither of us wanted anything in return.
"Neil and I became very good friends. That is the only way I can describe our relationship. There was no love between us, not the romantic type of love, at least. If it weren't for our spanking sessions, you could say our relationship was platonic. We seldom dated. When we were in the mood, I would go to his apartment or he came to mine. Not once did we indulge in sexual relations. Well, that is, the usual type of sexual relations. Although I wasn't required to touch Neil in any way except spank him, he knew I enjoyed fondling his prick and balls. I would never handle him to discharge, though. That was something he preferred doing himself while being spanked.
"I still see Neil on occasion, but we no longer are involved in our own little thing. He has finally found a lovely woman who will spank him and they plan to marry soon. I'd just be a third wheel, although Neil has invited me to a spanking party with them. You see, his new friend is a novice at spanking and from what I understand, sex.
"At the present, I'm at loose ends, waiting for the right person to come along and fill the void in my life. I'm afraid I'll be seducing some of my students if someone don't pop up soon!"
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Patricia, strangely, is still a virgin. Her sexual pleasure lies in spanking the bottom of others, hearing the fleshy sounds and then, providing she has not reached orgasm, masturbate.
Although she has performed fellatio and cunnilingus on her spanking partners, she indicates she has no real liking for such acts. Why she has chosen to remain a virgin all this time is a mystery. She does not indicate fear of intercourse, or fear of pregnancy.
She is a lonely, lovely woman. Spankers, unlike the devotees to other sexual acts such as fellatio, cunnilingus, anal relations and the such, must be very discreet in finding partners. They are classified--among swingers--along with the bondage and discipline devotees, and the real masochist/sado set. Although there is a growing population of people joining the milder forms of pleasure-pain seekers, it is still considered as being too far out for the disciples to reveal themselves, much as homosexuals are now revealing themselves.
At the close of my interview, Patricia asked me point-blank if I would allow her to contact some of my other subjects with the same desire as she was suffering from. Of course, I had to refuse. Ethics, you understand.
CHAPTER FOUR
Among the devotees of spanking, none can be considered more fortunate than a school teacher, especially if he or she is teaching in a district where corporal punishment is allowed.
There, under the disguise of discipline, the spanker can experience an untold number of pleasures by paddling the bottoms of his or her students for just about any breaking of the rules. Although there has been an outcry against spanking in the school system lately, there are some districts, and parents, who still retain this age old custom.
If we examine the discipline of schools from the beginnings of this century, talk to the men and women who were spanked frequently during their school years, I am sure you will find a great many in favor of the school spanking. Most adults over the age of thirty will say a spanking never hurt anyone, that on the contrary, it did a great deal of good in the outlook of the one being paddled. But if we were to speak to those under thirty, the answer is just the opposite, that a spanking will warp the child's emotional abilities later, that spanking a child can only cripple it--emotionally--for the rest of its life.
Who is right? Over thirty ... or under thirty?
Corporal punishment in the form of spanking has been with us since the dawn of time. It will remain with us until mankind ceases to exist, if only being practiced by the devotees of spanking the bare buttocks for sexual pleasure.
Janet is a slender lovely woman in her mid-thirties, a teacher in one of the school districts that still allows spankings to be administered by the teacher--and in the class room before the other students. At the present time she is teaching at the ninth grade level in a Junior High school. She is unmarried, but experienced her first spanking session after an unsatisfactory sexual relationship with a boy while in college.
Although highly educated and very intelligent, I was surprised at her manner of expression. If I had not known of her background, I would have sworn she was illiterate and very gross.
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"Fucking is a pain in the ass!" she said. "And don't remind me of that shitty old joke about I've been doing it wrong, either. I've been fucked in my ass and cunt; I've sucked cock and had my cunt licked by experts, but it turns me off.
"Oh, I suppose I get some enjoyment out of it, but it's nothing compared to the thrill of spanking a nice, firm pair of ass-cheeks. Oh, when I let some guy stick his cock up my twat, or even in my asshole, I get a charge ... if that's what you want to call it. But the charge is about like a five volt jolt when I'm expecting maybe a thousand or so to spark through me. The orgasms I have are so weak as to be nothing at all. And sucking cock, well, I don't much care for that stuff squirting into my mouth, and a pussy is just to messy to even think about licking.
"But a fine, white ass! Now there is something that a girl can get excited about! Not just looking at it, but spanking it--hard! Golly Gee ... when I spank a cute ass, I come all over myself! That's right... I actually have an orgasm when I paddle someone's ass. Of course, I'd prefer the ass to be absolutely naked, but a girl can't have her cake and eat it, too.
"You want to hear how I found out about spanking and how much fun it is? Well, I was nineteen and out with this guy who was supposed to be quite a stud with the girls. He was a real big spender--hamburger and coke! Oh, he took me to the movies before that, though. After we had the hamburger and coke, he drove out to the point where the kids went to make out in those days. I knew what to expect out of him before I accepted the date, so I wasn't worried.
"I had been disappointed in sex since high school. I had never received the big thrill all the girls talked about, and I thought something might be wrong with me. The orgasm I would have didn't even make me sigh, let alone gasp and carry on like the girls had told me. So far it had all been a big zero--to me, anyway. I thought there was a big fuss made out of nothing about sex. Maybe that's the reason I accepted the date with this guy, him being a big deal with the girls and all. I guess I was hoping he could do something for me. Well, he did ... and in a big way!
"He parked the car and, from being spoiled by all the eager girls, he didn't waste any time with me. He hugged me and gave me a couple of kisses that I guess were supposed to make my pussy boil. Hell, all it did was make my lips feel bruised!
But I went along with the charade. When he started messing around my titties, I didn't try to stop him. I was waiting for the lights to start flashing or the Star Spangled Banner to begin or something. Even when he shoved his hand up my skirt and started feeling of my twat, I didn't even hear the first note of Yankee Doodle Dandy!
"While he had his fingers running around my pussy, he was doing a lot of panting and heavy breathing against my neck. I wanted to laugh at his pretended passion! He pulled my panties down a ways and stuck his finger up my cunt and wormed it around a few times and kind of wiggled back at him, playing along with him ... but I wasn't feeling anything at all. Of course, I was wet down there, just like any girl who gets a finger stuffed up her cunt, but I was a long ways from being aroused. I leaned back on the seat of the car and let him do as he pleased with me, thinking why I was so different from the other girls. Oh, I had thoughts that maybe they were bragging about sex, making more of it than it really was because it was so clandestine and secret in those days.
"Well, the guy was shoving his finger in and out of my cunt like he was about to blow off anytime. His breath was hot against my neck, and I guess he wasn't pretending anymore about being hot. Still playing my role, I placed my hand down on his lap and found his cock quite hard beneath his pants. I gave it a couple of squeezes which brought all kinds of sounds from him. He pulled his hand from between my thighs and jerked his zipper down, then wrapped my hand around his cock as if I was some cherry he was fucking around with. I sort of resented his implication that I didn't know anything, but I went along with him. The guys always like to think they're seducing a girl, you know. They get kicks out of thinking it's their manly bearing that brings a girl around to spreading her legs for him.
"I let him think what he wanted about me, and when he made my fist go up and down on his cock, I didn't protest. When he moved his hand away from mine and shoved it back under my dress and into my cunt again, I kept right on jerking him while he fingered me. I had the idea in the back of my head that I would make him come this way, and therefore I wouldn't have to go through the act of enjoying getting fucked. But this guy had more experience with girls than expected. When he felt on the brink of coming, he made me stop.
"When he lifted my dress and bunched it at my waist, slipping my panties off, I sighed wearily and lay back, prepared to get fucked and go home disappointed again. Well, he shoved his cock up my twat and pumped away, being so wrapped up in his own pleasure, he didn't even know I was laying there as though dead. After about two or three minutes, he came off and filled my cunt with his come. I didn't even achieve a weak climax this time.
"When he pulled out of me, he used his handkerchief to clean his cock off, not even offering it to me. I had to use my own panties to wipe his come away from my cunt! Yes, he was a real lover, all right! It was wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, as we used to say in those days.
"He knew I was angry because I didn't fall over him after it was over. I sat up and smoothed my dress down over my thighs and stayed near the door, as far away from him as I could get. Maybe he was worried about his big deal reputation as a good fucker, I don't know. Anyway, instead of starting the car to take me back to the dorm, he just sat there for a while and looked at me. After a few minutes, I finally told him the truth. 'Big man, my aching ass!' I said. 'A piss ant could have fucked me better than that.'
"Although it was dark, I could tell he was embarrassed by the way he sucked his breath in. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'It's never been like this before. Next time will be better.' Imagine the gall of that prick! Next time! 'Sorry, old cock,' I told him. 'I'll stick to my finger from now on. I get more thrills doing it to myself.'
"He wasn't used to girls talking like that, and he gasped at the way I used the words nice girls didn't say in those days. 'You were no big thing, you know,' he said. 'I could have done as good by fucking a knot-hole!' I told him that was exactly where he could shove his cock as far as I was concerned. Then he started bragging about other girls, telling me how they would carry on while he fucked them, whimpering and simpering like bitches in heat. He bragged that his cock was bigger than any guy on campus, and I told him if that was true, then the others must be awfully stunted in the cock department. That got to his ego. He called me a cold cunt, saying a dog's ass would be a better fuck than my pussy. I said, 'You're spoiled! Just because you have good looks the girls you fuck pretend it's good to them, but you're too stupid to realize that. They've spoiled you rotten--looks and silly girls! What you need is to get your ass paddled good. Maybe that will knock some conceit out of your fucking head!'
"He sneered at me, saying, 'You aren't woman enough to spank me! Besides, what does an ice berg like you know about sex?'
"I told him I wasn't one of those little perpetual virgins he had been going out with, that I had been around, that I knew plenty about sex, and boys and all that kind of thing. I told him, 'I've sucked bigger cocks than that little pickle you call a cock, buster boy! Don't say I'm not woman enough to spank you, either. I can wrap that wrinkled wiener of yours right up your ass! Those muscles you like to flex so much don't mean a fucking thing to me!'
"That cooled him down a bit, but not for long. He turned in the seat and grabbed me by the shoulders roughly. I've never liked the caveman type, and I became angry. I slapped him--hard--across the face with my open palm. That jolted him backwards. It jolted me, too. I mean, I felt it all the way down to my cunt! Not the stinging of my hand, but the sound of me slapping him. The sensation struck me like a tornado, settling in my cunt and I went almost rigid with pleasure. I was surprised, sure, but I was smart enough to know that the sound had excited me ... excited me tremendously.
"The slap had made him even more angry with me, and he reached out to grab my shoulders again. Although I didn't know diddly-shit about lighting, I quickly grabbed his hands and before he knew what was happening, I had him pulled across my lap and was raining blow after blow on his ass. He thrashed around furiously, but in the cramped space of the front seat, there was no room for him to move. I spanked his ass so hard my hands smarted like fire, but it wasn't anything compared to the way his ass was stinging! I'm sure that was the first spanking he ever had in his life.
"While I was paddling him, I was quite aware of the pleasure going through me, the rippling waves of excitement that made my pussy tingle insanely. As my pleasure became more acute, the harder I spanked him, disregarding the burning of my palms. Then, with the force of a tidal wave, I had the most delicious come! It started at the top of my head and the bottom of my feet, merging inside my cunt and exploding with such a force, I went into violent convulsions. It drained all my strength and I couldn't spank him any longer. I slumped against the seat of the car and the right hand door, sobbing with pleasure. My God, it was the most exquisite feeling I had ever experienced! I knew now why those girls went insane over their orgasms.
"The guy pulled from my lap, cursing at me. He saw that I was crying, and thought it was because of my anger and frustration. I didn't tell him any different, either. All I wanted to do then was get back to the dorm and crawl into my bed and let my body unwind from that delicious feeling that still tingled deep inside somewhere.
"He was a mean bastard. What I mean is he told all over the campus that I was a cold fuck and a sadistic bitch, too. He didn't say anything about the spanking I had given him. That would have made him look bad to the boys, maybe to the girls, for all I knew. What he said was that I had slapped him a couple of times after he had gotten into my panties, going so far as to say I tried to claw his face up with my fingernails. Well, that stopped me from getting any more dates.
"The boys didn't want to take me out because they were afraid I would pull the same thing on them. I didn't try to correct his statements. I let the guys and girls think what they wanted. But after a while, I got lonely. I had been dating a variety of the boys and letting them fuck me on occasion, but now I had nothing, not even the weak orgasms of before.
"Finally I made out a list of the guys I had dated. Then, beside their names, I wrote down their sexual preference. The ones who wanted to fuck me only were eliminated right away. Those who enjoyed being sucked off and the ones that preferred fucking a girl in the ass were left. I knew, from many talks with the girls, who would suck a cock and who wouldn't. I also knew which girl would take it in the asshole. In this way, I had a list of guys I could possibly date. You see, the guys who enjoyed blow jobs, or the ones that like the old shit hole, well, they sometimes had trouble getting a girl to cooperate. With my list, I was certain I could begin dating again.
"I called up one of the guys on my list and pointedly asked him to take me out. He sort of skirted around it, saying he was tied up for the next few weeks. 'Oh, then you've found a girl who will take it in the asshole, huh?' I asked him. I could almost hear him gasp. You see, I had never talked like this to the guys before, except the stud that night. But I was desperate for dates, and threw caution and reputation out. I didn't give a damn about my reputation, and if it took bluntness to get a date, then blunt I would be.
"He told me he had not found a girl like that yet, but he was dated up for the next two weeks with three girls who were thinking his proposal over. 'Why wait?' I told him. 'I'm willing to take a cock in the ass, you know. How about it?'
"He stammered around for a moment, then agreed.
"He picked me up at the dorm, and all the girls had to take a look at the boy who was brave enough to date me again. I wasn't in the car long before he started asking me about that night. I told him the truth. 'He stuck his cock in me, came off, and then strutted like a banty rooster, so I spanked him for being so spoiled.' The guy's eyes opened wide, and he was very surprised. Then he started laughing, saying, 'He's needed that for a long time. No wonder he's spreading those stories about you! Christ, I'd be ashamed to tell my friends a girl spanked me, too!'
"Well, after we finished having a coke when the movie was over with, he asked me if I had been serious on the phone. I told him I was never more serious in my life. He drove to the point, and after parking, asked me not to try and spank him if he didn't give me a good fuck. 'You just shove it up my asshole like I said on the phone. I won't be disappointed.' So, he fucked me in my ass. As usual, I didn't get much of a bang out of it, just a little pain. But at least I was dating again.
"The boy told the real truth around campus, and the stud was laughed at and his dating fell off. The only dates he could get then were the new girls coming to school, the freshmen. But my dating picked up once more. The only thing was, I stayed away from the ones who wanted to fuck me.
I didn't date any new guys, either. My dates always ended with me sucking the guy off or taking his cock up my asshole. I tried every way I could to find out if they would be receptive to spanking, but discarded all my ideas as too wild. I wanted to spank a boy again in the worst way ... I wanted to feel that fantastic come tingling in my cunt again.
"But all through college, I didn't get the opportunity to spank anyone else. Sure, I was frustrated, sexually, but I had all the dates I wanted.
"When I graduated, I took a teaching position in an elementary school. I didn't want to teach those levels, but getting a teaching job was kind of difficult in those days. It seemed as though everyone was going into the field. I was qualified to teach the junior high level, but all the positions were filled and I had to wait almost ten years before I got this job.
"During that ten year period, I never did get the chance to spank a man. Oh, I dated frequently, and as in college, I would let the man lick my cunt or I would suck him off. A few wanted to stuff my ass, and I went along with that, naturally. But if a man wanted to use my cunt as a fuck hole, I always stopped him. I don't know why, I just did".
"My first year at the elementary school, I was teaching the fourth grade level. I had the occasion to spank a few of the boys, but it didn't do anything for me at first. Then, toward the end of the year, I found myself getting that tingling sensation in my pussy while I was paddling an especially unruly boy. I didn't go off, but the feeling was very delightful.
"Two years later, I started teaching the sixth grade, and found myself with that same unruly boy. He was even worse than before. He was twelve years old now, and quite a bully. He would pick on the smaller boys and girls in the class, and making him stand in the corner never helped at all. He was growing quite big for his age, too. He was almost as tall as I am, and whether you know it or not, kids at twelve can be quite mature, sexually speaking. If I remember correctly, his name was Jamie, and during that school year he grew very precocious.
"I didn't know much about the sexual development of kids in those days, but I learned very fast. Especially about Jamie.
"One day, about half way through the school year, he was unusually energetic. I had to scold him constantly for disrupting the class, and when he pulled the pigtails of the girl in front of him, I called him to my desk and made him hold his hands out. He looked at me strangely, then held his hands out with palms up. I started to strike him with the ruler, then changed my mind. Instead, I slapped both of his palms very hard with my hand. He didn't even flinch, but my hands, especially the fingertips, burned like fire. I felt that tingling thrill inside my cunt, too.
"I sent him back to his desk with a warning that he would receive a severe spanking if he created anymore distraction. For a while he was obedient, then he started snapping spit-balls with a rubber band about the room. I watched him from the corner of my eye for a while, then when he struck a small boy on the forehead, I put a stop to it. I called the boy to my desk and examined the wet, red spot where the spit-ball had struck him. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt, but the mark was slightly above one eye. I called Jamie to my desk and showed him how closely he had come to making the boy blind in one eye. Jamie sneered at the boy, not caring if he was injured or not.
"I could feel the excitement coming over me, as I told Jamie he was going to be spanked before the others. He didn't even blush, but stared me right in the eye. I placed my chair before the class, then picked up die ruler. I ordered Jamie to lay across my lap, which he did without a whimper. His pants stretched tight over his buttocks and I lifted the ruler high into the air. I brought it down with a very loud sound against his ass. Jamie didn't move--didn't even yelp with the pain. Maybe it wasn't bothering him, but it was certainly bothering me! My pussy was secreting and I could feel the orgasm ready to blow. I wanted to stop spanking him before it happened, because I wasn't sure how I would react in front of those boys and girls, yet my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and I rained blow after blow on his young ass.
"But then, I felt something else. The spanking was bothering Jamie after all. I felt his little cock swell up and press against my right thigh as I paddled him. That damned kid was sexually excited about being spanked!
"When I felt his cock against my thigh, I lifted it a bit and pressured against it, keeping the ruler descending on his ass. He was squirming by now but he wasn't making a sound. He wasn't the only one squirming, either. I could hardly hold my own ass still on the chair. My come was about ready to blow and I didn't want it to happen, not where the kids could see it. I was afraid I would react as I had that time in college, and it would certainly scare them out of their pants! Still, I continued to paddle his little ass, unable to stop myself. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't suddenly came off in his pants. Yes, that's right! That little prick jutted his ass up and then pressed it down, very hard, against my thigh ... and shot his load right in his pants.
"Feeling him come brought me to my senses, I guess. Anyway, I stopped spanking him and told him to stand up from my lap. He got to his feet, but he turned his back to the class, rubbing his sore ass with both hands, a silly grin on his face. 'You can go back to your seat now, Jamie,' I told him, trying to keep my voice from quivering with emotion.
"He whispered to me that he couldn't face the class, pointing one finger to the front of his pants. I saw the reason immediately. There was a huge wet spot there, just where his cock had been when he went off. I couldn't very well make him turn around like that, so I said, 'All right, you can stand in that corner for the rest of the day.' There was only about forty minutes left of the school day, so it wouldn't be too bad on him.
"I moved back behind my desk and sat down. I was too emotionally overwrought to continue with the class. My cunt was tingling as if about to come at any moment. I gave the kids a reading assignment and tried to grade some test papers, but I kept glancing at Jamie, who was standing in the corner. I found myself looking at his ass, wondering if it was nice and red or not. Just thinking out the color there made my nipples harden and they brushed around inside my bra until I thought I would scream with agony. I wanted to move toward him and rip his pants down and look at his ass. I wanted to fondle it and then spank him again, only now I wanted his ass to be naked! I wanted to see it, watch it change colors as I paddled him ... then feel that fantastic come inside my cunt.
"Now, standing in a corner is difficult for anyone, especially a small boy full of energy. Jamie started twitching around, shuffling from one foot to the other and becoming very restless. I watched him from the corner of my eyes, and it wasn't long before he was turning his face around and twisting it into faces at the class--sticking his tongue out at them, looking cross-eyed, that sort of thing. There were a few giggles from the boys and girls, and I had to quiet them down again. I told Jamie that if he continued his behavior, he would remain after school for an hour. Well, that didn't bother Jamie a bit. In fact, it only made him worse. About five minutes before the bell rang, Jamie let loose a fart that bounced all around the small room. The class broke up, laughing at him. Jamie turned around and, looking at me innocently, suddenly let another fart go. It was one of those long, drawn out type of farts, and the class went wild with glee. 'Okay, Jamie,' I told him. 'One hour. Just as I said, you will stay after school for one hour.'
" 'Gee whiz,' he pouted innocently, 'I couldn't help it. What's a guy supposed to do, anyway? I had to fart!'
"Fortunately, the bell rang then, and the kids raced out, laughing about Jamie saying fart. Now, in those days, a kid simply didn't use such language. I had to punish him for it, I knew, but I hesitated about sending him to the principle. He was already on the verge of expulsion as it was, and I knew this incident would be the last straw.
"I called him to my desk, noticing the wet spot was almost dry now. I questioned Jamie about his conduct, trying to find why he was so rowdy in class. It was then I found out his parents both worked and he was alone much of the time. They never paid much attention to him, letting him run wild in the streets. Of course, he didn't tell me these things, but I understood them from what he told me.
"The boy Wanted attention. He wanted attention so badly he would go to extremes to get it, including being spanked publicly. His coming off in his pants was his childish way of showing how much he enjoyed the attention he was getting from me. Making up my mind, I told Jamie I would give him the choice of seeing the principle, or have me spank him again with the ruler. Surprisingly, Jamie grinned at me, saying he would accept the spanking from me.
"I felt an immediate tingle of pleasure at this, and my cunt became very moist. I glanced at the front of his pants again, and saw that his cock was already starting to get hard. With some apprehension, I told Jamie that his spanking must be more severe, that I had to spank him hard enough so that he would remember it for a long time. It didn't bother the little shit one bit. 'Want me to take my pants down?' he asked boldly. It was a dream come true! Did I want him to take his pants down! You goddamn right I wanted him to take his pants down! I wanted to see that white ass of his turn bright pink under the ruler. I started getting excited about hearing the sounds of that ruler on his naked ass, and I picked it up and turned sideways in my chair, saying, 'If that's the way you want it, Jamie.'
"Now, as I said, Jamie was very precocious. He seemed to understand the pleasure I received by spanking him. I wouldn't have had the nerve to ask him to bare his ass to me, and he must have known this. Anyway, he dropped his pants to his ankles and I had to swallow the gasp that came to my throat as I saw how big his cock was. I couldn't actually see it, but it was pressing against his shorts and outlined beautifully. 'My shorts, too?' he asked me, a wise expression on his face. I jerked my eyes from his cock and told him, my voice almost cracking with emotion, 'Whatever you want, Jamie.'
"Without shame whatsoever, the kid shoved his shorts to his ankles, then before I could tell him to lay across my lap, he leaned over and there he was, those white, naked ass-cheeks burning up at me. I could feel his cock throbbing next to my thigh, and I grew very heated. I picked up the ruler and tapped him on the ass lightly a few times. He squirmed around on my lap, pressing his cock hard against my thigh. I couldn't hold off any longer. I lifted the ruler and smacked it down across his ass very hard. He grunted softly, but didn't cry out. I saw a long, red mark on his white ass, and my pussy tingled crazily.
"For a moment, I held the ruler above my head, staring down at the red strip. He started squirming his ass about, and I brought the ruler down once more, smacking his naked ass with a beautiful sound. Again he grunted, and I started spanking him severely now. I could feel his cock throbbing on top of my thigh and I was squirming my own ass in the chair, no longer afraid of my reaction in front of a group of kids. We were the only ones in the room, so I gave vent to my soaring passion. Time and again I whacked his ass, making it turn a brilliant red color. The feel of his cock on my thigh and the sounds I was creating on his naked ass, well, it was bound to happen. I felt that fantastic feeling of my come bursting inside my cunt as I kept that ruler smacking his ass. I was moaning right along with him, but I wasn't sure he noticed because he was coming off, too.
"When my come was finished, I slumped sideways against my desk. Jamie lay across my lap for a long time, his half-naked body shuddering, but he wasn't crying. When he got to his feet, his cock was soft and wrinkled, and there was a big smear of his come on the skirt of my dress. Silently, he pulled his shorts and pants up, his eyes looking at the spot on my dress.
"Although neither of us mentioned it, there was an understanding between us. Whether he was aware of me having a climax or not, I do not know. He wasn't at all embarrassed by what he had done on my skirt, either.
"The following day, Jamie remained at his seat and did his work quietly, but I kept an eye on him just the same. There had been something of a pattern to his behavior before. He would work silently for a while, then, without any warning, begin to disrupt the class. But for two days, Jamie didn't create a disturbance, and I was beginning to get nervous waiting for the explosion. Then, on the third day, about half an hour before the end of school, he started again.
"At first he looked around the room, picking out a target for his mischief. He settled on a young girl toward the back of the room, and started throwing small wads of chewed up paper at her. I ignored him for a while, but when he stood up to get a better aim, I had to call him to my desk and bawl him out, putting him in the corner for the rest of the day--which by now was about fifteen minutes left.
"When the bell rang and the kids started leaving the room, Jamie didn't turn around and start to go with them. He remained in the corner, his nose buried there. Even after we were alone he didn't turn around, and I had to smile to myself. I knew he was waiting for me to spank him again, and I was looking forward to it. I let him stay in the corner for a few minutes while I tidied up my desk, then called him. 'Jamie, you can come here now.'
"He came to me, standing at the end of the desk and looking down into my eyes. I could see the excitement boiling behind them, and as I glanced at the front of his pants, I saw, too, that he was starting to get a hard-on. This pleased me, because it told me he had been thinking about receiving a spanking as soon as we were alone. Want me to drop my pants and shorts?' he asked boldly. 'Which ever you prefer, Jamie,' I replied, leaving it up to him. Of course, I wanted him naked for me, but I didn't want him to know that.
"So, once again Jamie dropped his shorts and pants, and when I turned sideways in my chair, I couldn't keep from looking at his cock. It wasn't a big cock yet, but large enough to fuck a girl. I wasn't interested in getting fucked, and I'm quite sure Jamie wasn't either.
"He lay across my lap, and after a bit of squirming around, he positioned his cock in about the same way as before--pressing against my thigh. I picked up the ruler and stared down at his little-boy ass, letting my sensations and passion grow. My heart was beating swiftly, and I was already panting. Jamie's ass was lovely; all white, smooth and absolutely hairless. I traced a finger tip up and down the warm crack of his ass, and he giggled from the sensation. I believe that was the only gesture either of us ever made to indicate we were well aware of what we were doing.
"I started spanking him then, bringing the ruler down very hard on his naked ass without any warm-up. He groaned as the pain went through him, but he didn't try to get away from me. I placed my hand down on the small of his back and felt the warmth of his skin as I paddled him, watching those white ass-cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. I could feel his cock jerking around against my thigh and that made it even more delicious for me.
"The welts started coming up, and the wonderful sounds of the ruler against his naked ass was music to me. I aimed the blows a bit below his cheeks, striking him on the tender crease where they curved into his thighs. He was sobbing now as the pain on his ass increased, but he still didn't struggle to get away from me. My pussy was tingling and burning and itching like a bitch! His cock was jerking as if he were about to come any second. My breasts swelled up until my bra was so tight, they couldn't swell any further, the nipples rubbing at the cups with sensitive nerves. My orgasm was building swiftly, and I couldn't resist spanking him harder yet. I was panting so heavily I could hear myself moaning along with Jamie. Then, Jamie grunted loudly, and I felt his cock throb like mad against my thigh. I knew one more blow on his naked ass with the ruler would start me coming, so I made it a real good one. I brought the ruler down from high above my head, the sound of it smacking his ass sending a wave of exquisite excitement through me, and my pussy went into a fit. I was coming so forcefully, I was no longer able to lift the ruler. It didn't matter, really, because Jamie had come all over my skirt for the second time.
"Both of us were too weak to move for almost five minutes, and when he stirred, getting to his feet, his ass was almost raw from the painful blows I had given him. His cock was wrinkled up again, and the come smeared so that the tiny thing glistened. There was a huge spot on the skirt of my dress that was beginning to cool now that he was off my lap. He looked at the wet spot, then at my face. 'You don't mind?' he said. 'No, I don't mind,' I told him, and he ran out of the school room without saying anything else.
"Jamie continued to get his spankings on an average of two times a week for the rest of the year. But his behavior did improve during class. The only time he would get rowdy was when he wanted to get spanked.
"After Jamie, I couldn't find another boy in my following years as an elementary teacher who enjoyed spankings. I had become used to spanking him, and now that he was gone, I was quite frustrated.
"Then the position was offered me to teach the ninth grade level at the school I'm at now. It meant an increase in salary, but this wasn't what excited me most. What excited me was the fact that I would be dealing with older boys ... boys who would be more sexually aware. You see, this was about the time miniskirts became fashionable, and I went right along with the style. I have beautiful thighs and legs, and the boys used to try and get a peek underneath my skirt in the class room.
"I suppose you could call me a prick teaser. I enjoyed making the boys hot and bothered. This school, you know, had two floors, and I would always climb the stairs with the intention of giving the boys a free look. I would exaggerate the swing of my ass when I knew the boys were looking at me, and the style of miniskirts I wore would swing up against my ass. I'm not bragging or being conceited when I tell you I am the best looking female teacher in the school. It's a fact.
"Most girls who wore the miniskirt in those early days would also wear panty-hose. Not me! I wore nylons, but used a garter belt to hold them up, and the nylons I wore weren't the long type. The tops of them came to mid-thigh, because I wanted the boys to see a bit of flesh above the nylons. I have heard that this type exposure can give a guy a hard-on almost immediately. Maybe it does and maybe it doesn't, but from my own experience, I caused enough cocks to get hard to fuck the whole female student body!
"I was swiftly becoming the most popular teacher in school.
"But, being frustrated with desire to spank a white ass, I started exploring the possibilities among the boys. I didn't have the desire to paddle a girl's ass for some reason. About half way through the school year, I had the opportunity to spank a boy of fifteen. I forget the incident that brought it about, but I most certainly will, never forget the spanking I gave him.
"At this school, a teacher is allowed to spank an unruly student, but it must be in private. It was felt that a spanking before others was too humiliating for boys and girls of that age group. One other thing about this school that was a bit unusual is the fact that we had a room the boys and girls called the 'spanking room.' If a kid required a spanking, he was sent there, and when the teacher found the time, he or she would go and get the deed over with. The person who was spanked didn't have to return to class, but was sent home so his classmates wouldn't laugh at him or her. Of course, that rule didn't matter, because the poor kid was tormented and teased the following day.
"Harvey was the boy's name, and he was a slightly built boy. He was seldom in trouble, but for some reason he became involved somehow that called for me to administer the spanking. I sent him to the room and told him to stay, that I would get to him as soon as I could. I was very anxious to paddle his ass and while I gave the class lessons to study while I was out of the room, I could feel my pussy getting wet just from the anticipation.
"When I finally went to the room, Harvey, was sitting in a straight-backed chair waiting for me. He looked so frightened I almost changed my mind about paddling him, but my overwhelming desire to spank him won out. I sat down in the chair across from him and questioned him about his unusual behavior that day. He couldn't find any reason for it himself, and I didn't delve very deep into it--I was too anxious to spank him.
"While I was talking to him, I noticed that his eyes would flicker down to my thighs that were exposed by the miniskirt. I decided to see just how interested he was, and sort of shifted my ass about, just enough to make the hem of my skirt slide a bit higher. I glanced down to assure myself that he could see the white of my thighs above the nylons, then just looked at him, trying to keep my expression stern. He blushed, but his eyes kept dropping to my thighs, and that was all I wanted to know. 'Okay, Harvey,' I said to him, 'let's get it over with. Would you prefer to stand, or bend over my lap?'
"Harvey's bottom lip trembled as though he were about to cry already, but he stood up, saying, 'I've never been spanked before, ma'am.'
" 'All right,' I said, 'then you bend over my lap.' It was the position I enjoyed best, because I could get more leverage behind my swings. Harvey leaned over my lap, his hands flat on the floor and his ass centered there. I couldn't feel his cock which told me he wasn't hard. Actually, when I spank someone, I don't much care whether they have a hard cock or not, but it makes it more enjoyable to know they are enjoying the spanking, too. He had on a pair of pants that stretched tightly across his ass, and I knew it would make a painful sting for him. I wanted to have his ass naked, but I couldn't find any reason to make him drop his pants. I had also forgotten to bring along my ruler, and didn't want to use the paddle hanging on the wall. If I couldn't use a ruler, then I would use my hand.
"I started spanking Harvey, letting my hand increase in swiftness and force as I progressed. I could feel the familiar burning sensation inside my pussy as he started sobbing. The palm of my hand began to smart and I was unable to continue the spanking until I came. But when Harvey crawled from my map, I was delighted to see his cock had become semi-hard. He turned from me quickly in an attempt to conceal his arousal, flushing with embarrassment.
"Now, when a boy get's a hard cock by being spanked, that tells me he enjoys it very much. Harvey, who had never been spanked before, was ashamed of what his cock was doing, as well as surprised.
"I began to keep an eye on Harvey after that. I noticed that he would look at me in a quizzical manner when he thought I wasn't watching him. I knew the dear boy was going through a torturing phase. Getting a hard cock while being spanked was something he didn't understand, and later on I found out he was afraid he was becoming perverted.
"About two weeks after that, I had the occasion to spank Harvey again, and I'm sure he initiated the whole thing. I was writing on the black board when a piece of pencil eraser struck it. I turned and saw Harvey slumped in his chair, chewing at his pencil. When I questioned who had thrown the bit of rubber, Harvey admitted his guilt immediately, but wouldn't look directly at me. I looked at him speculatively for a moment, then decided to take the chance. I told him to leave the classroom and go directly to the spanking room. He left without a protest or even a glance at me. I waited for almost a half hour before I followed him, making sure the boys and girls were well into the study assignment.
"Harvey was once again in the straight-back chair, waiting for me. I sat down across from him as before, only this time I made sure my miniskirt hiked very high on my thighs. I saw his eyes widen a bit, so I let my knees fall apart slightly, knowing he was getting a lovely view of my panties this time. Since I was sure he had deliberately thrown the bit of eraser at the board, I wanted to make this spanking a good one for him. Plus I wanted to enjoy it to a wonderful orgasm, too.
"Well, I let him look underneath my skirt for a while, neither of us saying anything. I noticed that his cock was bulging up in his pants, and decided it was time to get started. I had him once more lay across my lap, with his pants still on. I could feel his cock against my nylon-covered thigh this time, and I brought my hand down very hard on his ass just to see if his cock would shrink with the pain. I was very pleased to find it not only didn't start going soft, but that it seemed to get bigger.
"I gave him a few whacks across his ass with the palm of my hand, and when he began to squirm around on my lap a bit, pressing his cock down against my thigh, I decided it was time to see how far I could go with him. I leaned over and pulled his knees apart so his feet were about eighteen inches apart, then, running my hand up between his thighs as though by accident, I brushed it across his crotch. The touch set up a jerking of his cock, and I knew I was on the right track. I leaned over his ass and shoved my right hand between his stomach and my thighs, and there his cock was, throbbing and very hard. I cupped it and squeezed gently, bringing a moan from Harvey who had his head dangling over my thighs. I released his cock and smacked him a few more times across the ass. I now knew Harvey enjoyed his spankings.
"I told him to get off my lap for a moment, and he reluctantly did so. I looked at his cock that strained inside his pants, and this time, he didn't try to conceal it from me. After all, I had just given it a gentle squeeze, so there was no reason to hide his hardness. I told him to drop his pants and shorts, that I wanted to spank him on his naked ass this time. Harvey flushed a bit, but he did as I said. Oh, did he have a cock! It was long and hard and so beautiful I would have sucked him off right then if that was what he had wanted from me. But Harvey wanted a spanking, not a blow job or a fuck. And I, of course, wanted to spank.
"Now that I had him naked from the waist down, I had him once more lay across my lap, but before he did so, I lifted my skirt around my waist so my naked flesh could feel his cock as I spanked him. Harvey's eyes bugged out when he saw my panties and garter belt so blandly exposed, but he didn't question his good fortune. He lay down, and I reached underneath and placed his cock so that his balls were on top of my right thigh, with the head of his cock brushing across the inner part of my left thigh. Now, with his naked ass arching up toward me, his hands flat on the floor and His head dangling there, I began to spank him very hard. The harder I spanked, the more he squirmed around and sobbed. His cock was having a fit against my thighs, and I was hoping he would come off before my hand gave out. My pussy, too, was having fits as those wonderful tingles started thrilling me. His ass began to turn pink, then red, beneath the blows of my palm, and the fleshy sound was the most delightful noises I had ever heard.
"Within five minutes I was going through orgasm, but I continued pounding away on his ass. Then, what I had been waiting for happened. Harvey's cock jerked and rubbed at the soft part of my inner thigh, and then he came all over it. When I felt his come start, I stopped spanking and ran my hand between his thighs and gripped his balls, squeezing them tightly until he finished shooting his come against my thigh.
"That was all it took, and Harvey was no longer bashful about being spanked. We gave up the pretense of creating a reason for me to spank him. When I felt the urge come over me, I would simply call him to my desk and whisper. Away he would go and I would soon follow. For the remainder of that year--the school year--I spanked Harvey almost every day. We always did it the same way, too. I would lift my miniskirt so his cock could come off against my thigh, and when he started shooting, I would grab his balls and hold them tightly. Not once did Harvey ever ask to fuck me, nor did I attempt to suck him. Our sexual pleasure was in spanking until both of us experienced a come."
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Janet progressed from the spanking room to bringing her male students to her apartment. There, with the danger of discovery somewhat less, she would strip herself and the boy and they would indulge in their spanking eroticism while in the nude.
She states that on a number of occasions she has been requested to perform fellatio on the boys, or to copulate with them. Since these requests were usually made immediately after the spanking session when both passions were running full steam, Janet willingly performed all they wanted.
Being an intensely sexual female, Janet began to instruct her students--the male students she took to her apartment--in various sexual activities. There was nothing she would not do to them, or have them do to her, provided the activities revolved around spanking of their bottoms. She enjoys spanking a boy on his naked buttocks in such a position that he will ejaculate onto some part of her body, particularly the thighs. She has no desire to spank and perform sexually with men of her own age, preferring the young boys she apparently seduces with ease.
CHAPTER FIVE
The desire to spank or be spanked, just as any other form of sexual play, is not relegated to any particular social structure. It is found in the wealthy and poor alike. And, just as other forms of sexuality are found in the family, so is spanking. The age of the participants apparently has no factor, either.
This social behaviorist has located people in their seventies and eighties who enjoy spanking the naked bottoms of others, and not a few enjoy receiving the spanking.
In most cases, the person desiring the pleasure-pain of a spanking is not concerned about the age of the one who performs this function, as long as the end result is sexual pleasure, and in most cases, to the point of a climax.
Spanking involving incestual behavior is considered somewhat rare, yet I have found enough cases to make me believe it is on the upturn of sensual play just as all types of incestual sex is growing in our society.
In the following case, I have presented two views of the spanking syndrome of a brother and sister. These two, Cal and Anita, did not discover their mutual desires until in their twenties. Both are married, and Cal is the father of two children. Anita, though, has not born a child as yet. They are two years apart in age, with Cal being the oldest at twenty-six. What makes this case interesting is the fact that the wife of Cal, and the husband of Anita, are not aware of the spanking desires of these two, and the fact that they did not develop an incestuous relationship until just a year ago. First, we will present the view of Cal.
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You might say Anita and I found out about our desire to be spanked and to spank, came about by accident.
I was off work that day, and on my way home, I decided to stop at my sister's house and pick up a pair of hedge clippers. Her husband doesn't earn much money, and neither do I, so we more or less agreed to share such things. I loan my mower to him, and I borrow other things.
It was early in the afternoon, and her husband was at work. Anita was sitting out back, wearing a sunsuit and having some iced tea. When I called out, she answered and told me to bring her some ice cubes. I carried some out to her and plopped down in the lawn chair across from where she was laying back in the lounger. It was somewhat hot that day, and she was sweating so much the waist of the sunsuit was soaked.
"Cal, you remember when we were kids," Anita said. "Remember how Daddy used to spank us for almost no reason at all?"
"Christ, do I!"
"You know, now that I think about it, it wasn't so bad. Not really."
'Well, I guess not, but it hurt like hell just the same."
Anita has a slender body, and her legs are her best feature. They are long and tanned a golden color, and the sunsuit she had on was extremely short. From where I was sitting, I could see right up one of the wide legs of it, and the elastic of her panties was visible. I was somewhat surprised to find myself actually desiring my sister right then. I had never thought of her as a sexual person before, but as a sister who could be mean to me at times.
Now, though, looking at her legs and seeing under the sunsuit and the edge of her white panties, I found myself getting a stiff prick. I shifted around a bit in the chair, hoping she wouldn't notice the lump in my pants.
"Now that I'm all grown up," she said, "and think about those spankings, I don't think they were so bad at all."
She sat up then, spreading her legs on either side of the lounge and I couldn't help but glance at the crotch of the tightly drawn sunsuit. I almost fell out of my chair when I noticed a few strands of her pussy hair sticking out of the edges. She had never been so exhibitionistic before. I quickly pulled my eyes away from her crotch and lit up a cigarette, hoping to conceal my interest.
"Maybe they weren't so bad, at that," I agreed with her.
"Tell me, Cal, did you feel anything other than the pain?"
"Well ... maybe," I answered, wondering what the hell she was driving at.
"It hurt me when he first started spanking," she said, a dreamy expression coming to her eyes. "But after my tail warmed up, it felt good. I mean ... it was a real nice feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that after the first pain was over, it felt so good I would almost ... almost ... well, like when I make love. You know what I mean?"
I knew what she meant, all right. She was telling me that when the old man paddled her ass she would come close to a climax. Why she was talking about this, and the way she was, I had no idea. Anita had never been one to be sexual or even indicate she had an interest in sex, as far as I knew.
"Yes, I would feel as if something was about to happen to me, but it never did." She went on. "I used to wait for it to happen, but he always stopped spanking me before I could find out what it was."
"But you know now, is that it?"
"Oh, yes! I know exactly what was about to happen to me!"
"If the feeling was so good to you then, why don't you have your husband paddle your ass?" I asked.
"Oh, I've asked him to do it, but he called it a perversion and said he wouldn't do any such thing."
Anita gazed boldly at me, her thighs stretched wide on either side of the lounger with those dark pussy hairs showing. I had an inkling of what she was getting at, and I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved in such a thing, especially with my own sister. I wasn't all that naive about sex. I had heard about the people who enjoy spanking or being spanked, and it always seemed to end up with fucking.
I had no reply to what she said, so I just remained quiet, fidgeting from the way she was looking at me. She had a strange expression in her eyes that I didn't even want to speculate about. Her posture wasn't doing me much good, either, because it only made my prick get all the harder. I crossed my legs in an attempt to hide myself from her in case she peeked. Anita drained her glass of tea and stood up, stretching in the warm sun. Her tits strained against the thin concealment of her sunsuit, her ass arching out.
"I've had enough sun for the day," she said. "Why don't we go inside and turn the air conditioner on?"
She started walking across the grass on her bare feet, and I could resist looking at the swing of her ass. The sunsuit was very tight across her ass and those cheeks jiggled beautifully in movement. I had never really looked at her before, but what with the things she had mentioned, I couldn't help but wonder about the way those things would look naked. I suppose I should mention here that I've always thought a woman's ass was the prettiest part of her body. My wife had a fine ass on her until the two kids were born, now it spreads out all over hell's half acre!
When we were first married, I tried to get her to let me fuck her in the ass, but she always refused. Now, following my sister's swinging ass into her house, I wondered if she let her husband fuck her between the cheeks. She turned on the air conditioner as I closed the door.
"Cal, I've been thinking lately," she said, sprawling in a chair with her legs wide apart. "I'd sort of enjoy being paddled again. If only my old man would do it! Just once ... I think that would be enough for me. I just want to see if it would happen to me by being spanked."
I couldn't say anything to that, but when she stood up again and turned her back to me, her swelling ass jutting out somewhat, I felt a sudden urge to swat her across the tightly drawn material of her sunsuit. Call it telepathic or extra sensory perception, whatever you want, but Anita looked at me over her shoulder, walking backwards until she had her ass close to me.
"Do it, Cal," she said. "Slap me across the ass just once--hard!"
I told her she was nuts.
"No, I just want to find out if I'm right," she said, shoving her ass out so that it was cutely displayed. "Go ahead ... slap my ass with your hand!"
By God, if that's what she wanted, then I'd do it. I drew back my hand and laid a good, loud smack on her cheeks. Anita yelped and jerked her body away from me, both her hands rubbing up and down her ass.
"That hurt!" she complained.
"What the hell, it's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said, her voice changing as she rubbed her ass like a child. Then she turned around again, jutting her ass out once more. "Whack it again! Only not so hard this time."
I smacked her ass a couple of times with my hand, hardly with enough force to swat a flea.
"More! Do it some more like that!"
It was crazy, but we stood there in the middle of the floor, me whacking her ass with my hand. But I kept it up, and soon she was trembling. She asked for me to start hitting her harder then, so I began to lay in on her. As the pain became more intense to her, she began to sob and cry, but kept her ass jutting back for my hand. Her own hands were clenched into fist, pressed tight at her hips. After about five minutes of smacking her good, she shuddered and pulled away from me. My palm stung like hell, and I noticed that my prick was no longer hard. I didn't enjoy spanking her a damn bit, but from the expression on Anita's face, I knew damned good and well that she had come off in her panties.
I left her and went to their garage and found the hedge clippers, then I went home. I was bothered by my emotions. Not because I lost my hard-on while spanking her, but because I had wanted her to spank me! Can you imagine such a thing ... and after all the paddlings I got when I was a kid.
That very night, I attempted to get my wife to spank me, but she wouldn't have anything to do with it, calling it a deviant practice the way Anita's husband had done. We wound up in an argument, and I said a few things I shouldn't have. You see, my wife is one of those girls who believes there is only one way of having sex, and that's with me between her legs and fucking her that way. She would never even let me stick my prick in her from behind. Anyway, the argument became quite heated, and I found myself stalking out of the house and getting into the car. I drove around for a while, then found myself on my sister's street without knowing how I got there. I pulled into the drive and stopped. I sat in the car for a long time, thinking about what Anita had felt this afternoon.
She must have noticed my lights when I pulled into the drive, and after I didn't go in, she came out.
"Oh, Cal," she said, leaning on the door. "I thought you were my husband. He's late getting home. What are you doing here, by the way?"
"I've been kicked out," I told her.
"She finally got enough of you, huh?" Anita grinned at me. "Well, come on in and I'll fix up the couch for you."
I went into the house with her, noticing she had changed into a blouse and skirt. Her hair was down and she had fixed up her face. Anita looked very pretty.
She took sheets and a pillow and fixed up the couch for me. Then we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"What was the argument, Cal?" she asked me. "Oh, it wasn't anything really," I told her. "I bet I know what it was," Anita teased. "Sure, you know everything, don't you?" I sneered.
"You tried to get her to spank you, didn't you?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, I saw the way you got hard this afternoon, brother dear," she giggled at me. "I also saw the way you lost it when you spanked me."
"Smart-ass."
"Yes, my ass did smart," she giggled again. "Listen, Cal ... since you didn't enjoy spanking me this afternoon, but tried to have your wife to paddle your ass, why don't I do it to you?"
"Christ, Anita," I snorted, but I could feel my cock start to lift up. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Like hell I don't," she grinned obscenely at me. "Cal, you'd enjoy getting your ass spanked, so don't lie about it. Tell me, when Daddy paddled you, didn't you feel like coming off in your pants?"
"Don't be vulgar."
"Well.. .didn'tyou?"
"No, not really. But if you'll keep it a secret, I'll tell what I did do after he finished."
"What?" she sounded excited.
"I would jack off, that's what I'd do!"
"Ohhhh ... that's delicious!" she squealed.
For a few moments we sipped at our coffee. Then she did what I was hoping she would do. She stood up and told me to come with her. I followed her into the living room. She told me to stretch out on the couch, and I did it. She pulled a belt from someplace and before I was prepared for it, she began to spank my ass as hard as she could. Man, that belt hurt like a son of a bitch! I yelled at her to stop it, she didn't pay any attention to me. Time after time she smacked that belt across my ass. The pain was getting to me and I tried to keep from crying in front of her. But I wasn't very successful. The tears started coming, and I tried to dig my fingers into the sheets she had placed there for me to sleep on. That belt hurt so damned much, my ass was on fire! But I'll tell you one thing, my prick was so goddamn hard I thought it would bust all over the place!
"Enough!" I yelled at her. "That's enough!"
She dropped the belt and stood there, her breasts heaving from the exertion and, I'm sure, a great deal of passion. I flopped around on the couch in pain for a few moments, then Anita said, "Now, why don't you go into the bathroom and jack off?"
I didn't even wait to question what we were getting mixed up in. I jumped from the couch and ran to the bathroom, whipped out my prick, and standing over the toilet, I beat the hell out of my prick. When I came, it was so forceful and so much, my balls hurt. As the last of my come dripped out, I heard the soft laughter behind me, and turned to see my sister standing in the doorway. "Well, was it good, Cal?"
I became embarrassed now that the passion was over, and I replaced my prick without cleaning it up. I shoved past Anita, feeling her tits brush over my chest. I went into the kitchen and had myself another cup of coffee, trying to figure out this mess. Pretty soon, Anita came in and told me her husband had called, saying he was going to put in overtime through the night. Hell, I didn't hear the telephone ring, that's how deep in thought I was.
Anita sat down across from me, her eyes bright. "Did you like that, Cal? Was it a good come you had?"
I couldn't deny that it had been one of my best, but I didn't say so to her.
"Well, Cal," she said after a pause, "Why don't you call your wife and see if she's cooled off. Or do you want to spend the night here with me--a-lone?"
Anita had that strange expression in her eyes again, and I found myself excited with the idea of being spanked again by her. I got up and went to the telephone, called my wife, told her where I was and that I would be home when she cooled off.
My sister grinned at me when I hung the phone up. "Now that you've reported in, Cal ... what shall we do for the night?"
"Stop teasing, Anita," I told her. "You know damned good and well that this is wrong. But still, you know exactly what well do, don't you? You don't care about us being related, do you?"
"What's that got to do with it, Cal? You enjoy being spanked, and I enjoy spanking you. That's all that matters. You don't have to spank me if you don't want to. I get enough thrills from whacking you on the ass."
Well, it was out in the open now. I agreed with her that I liked having her belt my ass, but now that we had become honest with each other, I told her I would much rather have my ass naked.
"That's fine with me, Cal," she said. "I like to paddle a naked ass even more. Come along, we can use the bedroom now that my husband won't be home. We can undress there and I'll spank your ass until you can't sit down for a week."
In the bedroom, we sat for awhile and smoked, talking about spanking, and the more we talked, the hotter I became. It wasn't very long before my prick was throbbing up inside my pants again. Anita saw this, of course, so she stood up and without embarrassment at all, began to strip her clothes off. I decided that if she could do this without feelings of guilt, then so could I. I removed all my clothes just as she had done, and my prick was waving around as the excitement of having my naked ass paddled by her. Anita looked at my prick for a moment, then reached out and pulled it a couple of times.
"My, your dong is much larger than my husband's," she said, her hand wrapping around it.
"Stop teasing, damn it!" I told her. "Stop playing with me and paddle my ass!"
I flopped onto the bed and shoved my naked ass up to her. Anita stood behind me, then started smacking me with both hands, beating on each cheek of my ass as if she was playing drums. The stings and sounds of her hands on my ass sounded very erotic, and my prick was about to go off again. I started crying out for her to stop, but she didn't pay any attention to me. My ass was burning as if she was touching me with a flame, but it was the best thing I had ever felt in my entire life. Christ, but it was agonizing--and very good!
"Don't you dare come all over my bed," she said as she whacked her hands against my ass. "I don't want you messing the sheets up. My, how red your ass is getting, Cal. Ohhhh ... I feel like I'll come any second! Ohhh ... listen to those sounds, would you?" she squealed from behind me. "Is your dong hard, Cal? Let me see."
She stopped banging on one cheek, but she kept it up with her right hand as she felt between my legs with her left. She gripped my prick in her fist and jerked it up and down as she paddled me, and the sensation was out of this world! I thought for sure she would jack me off while spanking me, but she stopped just in the nick of time, otherwise I would have come all over her bed.
Anita stopped whacking me and squatted on the floor, looking at my raw ass with a gleam of intense passion in her eyes. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she panted with heat. I turned onto my side, facing her, and started jacking my prick off right there.
"Wait, Cal," Anita said quickly. "You don't have to jack off, unless that's what you like. You can fuck me if you want."
"Yes! I'll fuck you!" I cried out, getting up from the bed. "But, Anita, I want to fuck you in the ass! Not the pussy! I've always wanted to fuck a girl up the asshole!"
She grinned at me, and without protesting, she got onto the bed on her hands and knees, her knees at the very edge of the mattress. I looked down there at her white, smooth ass, seeing the way it spread and the brownish asshole was right there before me. She lowered her back and pooched her ass toward me, her pussy between her thighs too. It wasn't pussy I wanted, it was that tight, cute butt-hole I was after.
"Okay, Cal," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "There it is ... shove it to me! If you want ass, then start fucking it, Cal!"
I wasn't one damn bit gentle with her. I was far to steamed up to pay any attention to the subtle foreplay. Having my ass spanked was all the fore-play I needed. Both my cheeks still stung and smarted nicely from her paddling, and I grabbed hold of my cock and rammed it straight into her asshole without concern about hurting her. Anita yelped as I stabbed up her ass, but she shoved right back at me and took all the prick I could give her, my balls slamming at her wet cunt.
I dug my hands into her hips and started fucking, so excited I could hardly watch the way her asshole stretched around my prick. Man, I fucked the shit out of my sister that night. I shot my come right up her asshole while she squirmed all over the bed, howling with delight.
Twice more during the night she spanked me, and after each time I fucked her in the asshole. Both of us were pretty drained when morning came. I wanted to stick around and, after a little rest, start all over again. But Anita told me her husband would be home by eight o'clock, and I had to go to work anyway.
Well, you wanted to know about us, and that's it. That was almost a year ago, and Anita and I are still at it. It's always the same, too. She spanks me and then I fuck her in the ass. Man, it's wild!
* * *
That is the view of Cal. Although he stated he was somewhat reluctant to get involved with his sister, we can see by the way he presented himself that he didn't struggle with his conscience very hard or very long. He states that he was aroused by viewing the edges of her panties, then by the exposure of a few strands of her pubic hair.
We also see that he was perfectly willing to spank his sister, and had become so aroused, he created a fight with his wife, subconsciously hoping it would give him an excuse to return to his sister. We also find that, from his statements and the following one of his sister, that the spanking was not accidental as he said.
Let us now see what Anita had to say about the initial incident.
* * *
"Cal may think it was accidental, but he's wrong. You see, what I didn't tell him was that when our father spanked me, I would have an orgasm every time. I also lied to him about my husband.
"When I was first married, I told my husband about my desires to be spanked and he was more than willing to do it for me. I'm one of those change-around girls. I can get enjoyment from spanking or by being spanked. Of course there's a difference, though. I can come off when I get spanked, but when I spank someone else, I don't. My husband doesn't like to be spanked, and since I enjoy watching a naked ass become nice and red, I had to find myself another partner, one who would let me spank him. This way, I can have my husband spank me to make me come off, and I could have a different man to paddle for my other sexual feelings, if that makes any sense to you.
"When I get spanked, I don't have any need to get fucked at all. But when I make an ass burn like fire, then I want to be fucked and I don't care where the man shoves his cock ... asshole or cunt, it's all the same to me. I can come off either way.
"Yes, Cal thinks it was accidental, but I planned the whole bit. I was pretty sure he would come over to my house that day, because he had mentioned that he was going to trim his hedges on his next day off. That's why I was in that sunsuit. Hell, I even made sure some of my pussy hair was sticking out! I wanted to get his reaction to the exposure. I had this feeling about my brother for a long time, and I wasn't bothered at all about such things as incest. The feeling I had about Cal, as you know, turned out correct.
"He didn't think I saw his dong get hard when I spread my thighs on the lounge chair, but I was watching for it. I knew my husband would be working all night since that morning, too. That was why I had everything planned as well as I could. It was lucky about his argument with his wife, because when Cal left after spanking me, I didn't know how I could get him back. That fight was just a stroke of luck.
"Well, when he spanked me that afternoon, I enjoyed a very nice come. I was a bit disappointed when I saw his dong had gone soft, but as things turned out, it was okay.
"When he drove up later that night, I had decided to take things right out into the open and stop screwing around. It was just a lucky guess, along with feminine intuition, that he had tried to get his wife to paddle him that night.
"After we had taken our clothes off, and I had warmed his ass up very nicely, I wanted to get fucked pretty damn bad, but was afraid he wouldn't want to go that far with me. When he started jacking off on the bed, I knew he was hot enough to do anything I asked. I was a bit surprised, though, that he wanted to cornhole me. I had never thought of my brother that way, of preferring an asshole to a cunt. But, like I said, one hole or the other is fine with me.
"I did want him to play around with me a bit first, but he was too hot to mess around at all. When he rammed his dong up my ass so brutally, I thought he had ripped me apart. But once he started fucking, everything was heaven! He brought me to two orgasms before I felt him come off inside my asshole, but I don't think he knew that. He was too excited about fucking me there to know, much of anything.
"When morning came, my asshole was so sore I couldn't even sit down. He had not spanked me at all that night, but I certainly blistered his ass good. When he dressed in the morning to go home and then to work, his ass was a bright red in color. It looked gorgeous that way, too!
"Cal started sneaking around to be with me during the times my husband was at work, and I would spank him severely, after which he fucked me in my asshole. Since we started this a year ago, I've had him fuck me in my cunt a couple of times, but he still say's he likes my ass better. So, that's where my brother usually fucks me.
"There's something else Cal doesn't know about. You see, my husband knows what we are doing. We've talked it over many times and have come to the conclusion that it would be very nice to have someone else with us. That way I can be spanked while he fucks me, or spank the other person, either way. I would dearly love to have Cal fuck me in my ass while my husband paddles his ass with the belt. I'm sure Cal would enjoy that tremendously, too, if only I could find some way to convince him. I've never brought the subject up with him yet, but I'll find a way someday. My husband is all for it, and I most certainly am!
"As far as I know, Cal has never convinced his wife to spank him, because he always comes to me. I'm sure that if he did get her to do it, he would let me know. You know, maybe he's going about it the wrong way. Maybe he should spank her. She's a prissy cunt anyway, and it'd be fun to see her walking around with a red ass!
"Who knows, if Cal can ever get her convinced how good spanking is, and can be, the four of us just might get something going!"
* * *
Anita is far more outspoken about her spanking and incestuous sexual relations with her brother than he is. She had no feelings of guilt, as can be seen. She initiated the relationship deliberately, with her husband's approval.
Just how far this relationship will go, only time can tell us.
From the remarks Anita makes, we can believe she will be the one to start things among at least the three of them. It is doubtful that Cal's wife will be pulled into a foursome. From past cases, I have found that a woman usually retains her early impressions of sex, and by the remarks of Cal, who say's his wife enjoys--or permits--sex in only one position, she would be appalled, if not disgusted, by any suggestion that she strip naked in front of others and participate in spanking and then abandoned sexuality.
CHAPTER SIX
The desire to spank, or be spanked, as I have mentioned, does not recognize social boundaries. Neither does it recognize the anatomical differences between the two major species. I have found spankers among homosexuals and lesbians, with the majority being lesbians.
As we all know by this time, the most used manner of sexual relations between women is the act of cunnilingus--using the mouth on another female's genitals. There are various other methods employed by females in the sex act, such as dildos which are inserted into the vagina or anus; the placing together of the respective vaginas and rubbing together; mutual masturbation. But with the spanker, no matter what the sexual inclination, there is no need for them to be physically connected to their victim other than the hand. As I have said, the sounds of flesh against flesh is usually sufficient to induce orgasm in the spanker.
On the other hand, the victim--the one being spanked--usually desires some form of sexual act while being paddled. The one desiring spanking usually has such a strong urge to be punished for some actual or pretended guilt, that if they receive the spanking while performing such an act, it increases the pleasure they receive.
To a spanker, the buttocks are the sole source of pleasure, and they are not particularly interested in the genitals of their partners. That is, unless the spanking is a prelude to sexual relations, a method of foreplay. I have interviewed men and women who, once they have either spanked or received the spanking, become so aroused they cannot cool off until--through copulation or other sexual acts--their genitals go through a series of orgasms. With the heat still stinging their buttocks, they copulate furiously and wildly, completely uninhibited.
Virginia is a tall, green-eyed auburn-haired girl of twenty-eight. She is a spanker, but her desire is directed toward the female buttocks instead of those of a man. It is doubtful that she is a true lesbian, but there is considerable evidence to indicate it would take only a snap of the fingers to bring her latent tendencies boiling up. I am certain, that if the circumstances were right, Virginia would practice cunnilingus on her victims. But I also believe this would simply be experimentation, a form of satisfying her curiosity and nothing more.
She is a typical Southern Belle, equipped with the Deep South drawl that is very becoming and compliments her personality. She makes friends easily, especially female friends. She is well educated, and there isn't much about her, manner or speech, that could be considered gross. She has a strong distaste for the more common and vulgar terms applied to the genitals and anatomy of a person, preferring to call them by the more accepted terms in polite society. This aversion is using the so-called gutter names is unusual, especially in one of such highly sensual desires. But then, Virginia is an unusual girl.
Raised on a peanut plantation in Georgia, she had the usual Southern childhood, being taught all the nice things a girl should or shouldn't do. Sex was a taboo subject, not a fitting subject for a young lady to know about. Still, Virginia managed to become involved with a boy when she was seventeen. The experience was traumatic and was never again repeated.
According to Virginia, the sister of this boy convinced her that she should at least find out what sex was all about, and that her brother should be the one to teach her. As trite as it may sound, Virginia, under the influence of a few ounces of forbidden brandy, allowed herself to be seduced. She explains there was a great deal of pain and blood, which frightened her.
Apparently, Virginia directed her urge to punish the buttocks of a female from this single incident, feeling her friend, the sister of her seducer, was the guilty person.
As mentioned, Virginia deplores the use of common words associated with the genitals and the sexual acts, but in the heat of passion while spanking a female's buttocks, she is not adverse to hearing the passionate language from her victim.
* * *
"You know, I can't even remember the girl's name now. The girl who convinced me to allow her brother to copulate with me, I mean. The only thing I seem to remember is that she had a wonderful figure, with the most outstanding feature being her buttocks.
"After I allowed her brother to seduce me, I used to watch this girl while she walked around the neighborhood, or at the public pool. When I knew she wasn't looking at me, I would stare at her buttocks for hours. I wasn't sure then why they appealed to me, but now I understand it is because I wanted to spank her there. Maybe that's true, I don't know.
"My first experience with spanking? Gee, I'm not sure I can remember all the details, but I'll try.
"Let me see, I think I was about twenty, and the girl was nineteen. Yes, that's right, I remember now. She was a cute little thing, too. You've heard the term, cute as a bug in a rug? Well, that would apply to her. She was a blonde, I remember, with a baby-like face and rounded, luscious shape. Although she gave the impression of absolute innocence--you know, butter wouldn't melt and that sort of thing--she was actually just the opposite. Not that she was promiscuous by any means. In fact, as far as I know, she never did get involved with a boy.
"No, she wasn't a virgin. When I say she was the opposite of innocence, I didn't mean to imply that she allowed sexual freedom to anyone. You see, her thing was doing it to herself. She had this rubber phallus that she used frequently on her self. I don't think she was what you would call a lesbian by any means, either. She just preferred that rubber penis to the real thing. And her language! Land's sake, you wouldn't believe it. Of course, the only time she used such language was in the heat of passion, and then she really let it flow.
"I don't remember the incident that started the spanking thing with her, but I remember a great many of the details. At the time she was my best friend, but I didn't know about her sexual habits.
Not until we went up North on a shopping trip and had to stay overnight in a motel.
"After the boy had seduced me, I didn't have any desire to become involved in anything sexual, not even masturbation. I don't believe I even thought of sexual subjects at all. Well, the night we spent at the motel up North was the beginning of my spanking desires, you might say.
"My girl friend and I retired early, so we could get an early start the following morning. Unfortunately for us, the only room available at the time was room with a double bed. It wasn't a large bed, either. I went to sleep almost immediately, but sometime around midnight I was awakened by the movement of my girl friend. At first I thought she was just having a bad dream that made her thrash around so wildly. I reached out and touched her shoulder, shaking her gently. I heard her moan and one of her legs went over my hip. I shook her harder, but she didn't say anything. Then, she let out a long, heavy sigh and slumped to the bed.
"I sat up and turned on the light at the side of the bed, then turned to look at her. She was smiling, her eyes closed. Her blonde hair was spread out around her face like spun gold, and the sheet was pulled down to her waist. Her breasts were plainly visible to me beneath the transparent nightgown. I reached out to touch her shoulder again, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She said something about being all right, that she had just brought herself to an orgasm.
"I was surprised, but not shocked. I knew about such things even if I didn't practice them. I remember I told her that she should have left the bed and gone into the bathroom, and she just smiled lazily at me, then brought the rubber phallus up from the sheets. Gee, I was almost flabbergasted by the thing. Although I had never seen a male organ before, I could tell much attention had been given to detail in constructing that thing. It looked evil and cruel to me at the time, and I didn't understand why a girl would want to penetrate her vagina with such an instrument. It looked like some medieval instrument of torture. The sleek rubber was coated with her secretions, glistening in the light.
"She held it out to me, saying, "Want to use it?'
"I wanted nothing to do with it! Land's sake, how can a girl shove such a thing into her own body, I wondered at the time. I couldn't see where the pleasure was at, since it was even bigger than the boy who had taken my virginity a few years ago. I told her I didn't even want to see the thing, let alone feel it inside me. She laughed at me and said it gave her delicious pleasure, that it was better than any boy because it never became soft. I should mention here that she was absolutely uninhibited when it came to her sexual pleasure, because the next thing she did was throw the sheet from her body. Her gown was up around her waist and her hairy vaginal mound was exposed to me. At first I was disgusted by the sight, then found myself feeling some deep stirrings of something I didn't understand. I found myself mentally visualizing that wicked-looking phallus entering her down there, but it wasn't pleasure I visualized on her face--it was excruciating pain and torment by the impalement.
"There was a deep itching sensation in my own vagina as I visualized that instrument penetrating her, an itch I had never experienced before. I had the sudden desire to see her shove that artificial penis into her body. I must have voiced this, because a lewd .grin came on her lips, and she tossed her thighs wide, then inserted the rubber into her vagina. There was an immediate response from my emotions. I felt my heart thumping crazily in my chest, and there was a terrific lurch someplace inside my own vagina.
"She started working the rubber dildo in and out of her vagina, and from where I was sitting, I could see the way the hairy opening clung to it. But, there was one thing wrong. She was smiling happily, not grimacing in pain.
"Her pelvis started to lift and fall in a matching motion with her hand. She would shove the thing inside her as she lifted her crotch, then drop her bottom to the bed as she withdrew, then in again, out again. She moved her left hand down her stomach that was shivering visibly, caressing herself right down into the fuzz of her vaginal mound. With two fingers, she spread the lips of her vagina open and then started rubbing at the small, pink organ hiding there. It wasn't long before she was twisting and writhing all over the bed in abandoned sexuality, whimpering and mewling about how good it was. She murmured something about me doing it to her. You know, wanting me to slide that evil battering ram in and out of her vagina.
"I refused, of course, telling her that she was being bad, that nice girls didn't do such things. She laughed at this, then twisted over so that she was lying on her stomach, with her legs still wide apart. She reached behind her buttocks and continued working the thing in and out as her bottom gyrated in passion. I stared at her white buttocks, seeing the small dimples on either side of them. I saw the small of her back, just before the smooth flesh swelled lusciously upwards. The muscles tightened and relaxed as I watched, and I had the insane desire to punish her for this wicked thing she was doing to herself.
"While I sat there and watched, fascinated and disgusted at the same time, she lifted her buttocks into the air, drawing her knees up under her body. Now, she was working the thing into her vagina with her bottom presented toward me, and I could see the way her vaginal lips hugged that rubber phallus as if it were the most pleasurable object in the world. Her white cheeks spread as she pulled herself into this position, and I was staring at the pink opening of her anus. I had never seen such a sight before in my life, and I was amazed that I could feel myself getting warm, excited. Her buttocks were velvety smooth, not a flaw to mar the perfection.
"Then, without realizing what I was doing, I lifted my open hand and brought it down across one of her cheeks. The sound was like a pistol shot in the small room. The abrupt pain caused her to jerk and stop pushing and pulling that rubber thing in and out of her vagina. Her body went rigid from the sudden, unexpected pain on her naked bottom. I remember calling her a dirty girl immediately after slapping her buttocks. Then, to my surprise, she started working the rubber dildo in and out faster and faster, whimpering and moaning. 'Do that again!' she shouted, arching her bottom toward me. 'Spank my ass again! Use your hand on my ass while I fuck this rubber cock into me!'
"I hope you don't mind if I blush a little. I don't like those words at all, but you insisted on all details, didn't you?
"Well, I don't know what came over me, but hearing her say such things made me want to spank her, to punish her for being such a wicked girl. I began to beat my hand against her bottom very hard. Her white flesh turned to a brilliant red, but apparently she enjoyed it. The harder I spanked her, the faster she worked the rubber thing in and out of her vagina. After making one cheek glow like a red rose, I started on the other one. The sounds of my hand coming down on her naked rear end were delicious. With each slap across her bottom, I would feel a fantastic sensation of pleasure in my body, centered mostly around my vagina and breasts. There was something happening to me that was good ... wonderful. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life, and my vagina seemed to swell and the secretions were flowing thickly from me, coating my inner thighs and making the sheet wet.
"The harder I spanked her bottom, the more aroused I became. By the time both her cheeks were very red, with the imprints of my fingers on them, she had brought herself to orgasm with that stupid looking phallus.
"She dropped down onto the sheets and, with the dildo still deeply implanted inside her vagina, shuddered violently. Her buttocks were almost raw, and I could almost feel the pain I had given her on my own bottom."
* * *
Although Virginia said at first she did not remember the incident leading to the spanking, she did very well in describing the scene. As the reader can see, she remembered almost all the details of that initiation into the pleasure-pain factor of sex.
I would like to say here, that Virginia actually did blush when she used the common terms of copulation and the genitals. Although an intensely sensual female, she blushed every time she used those words.
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"About a week after our trip, and that spanking session, I again paddled her bottom. This was at her home when we were alone. I must admit that during the following week, I was tormented by the feelings I had about what I had done, but although I was tormented, I couldn't resist admitting to myself that I had received a great deal of pleasure from paddling her bottom.
"When I visited with her, I disguised my feelings and found out that she also suffered from guilt. She told me she had long been ashamed of what she did to herself, but that she couldn't help it. She had no desire to enter into a sexual relationship with a boy, saying it was dangerous for a girl of her position. Besides, as she told me, she much preferred that rubber phallus to the real thing. She said that she had been shocked when I first spanked her, but the pain had surprised her into an almost immediate orgasm. She had no idea she was susceptible to pain until that night. Since I had no idea I enjoyed spanking before, we both had made a pleasant discovery about ourselves. I admitted to her about my involvement when I was seventeen, and that I had no desire to repeat such a painful experience.
"We discussed our various feelings about what we had done, and she wanted to try it again to see if we were right in our desires. When she came right out and asked me to spank her bottom while she used that rubber phallus again, I found myself more than willing. While she was out of the room, getting the instrument, I found my breasts had swollen until the nipples were raw, and my vagina was quivering as never before. The anticipation of paddling her on the bottom again was enough to make me want to squeal with pleasure.
"She brought the thing back and, to my amazement, started kissing the rubber. She ran her tongue around the tip of it and then licked up and down the sides, coating it with her saliva. She talked to it as if it were a child. 'Sweet little cock,' she said. 'Want some pussy, you darling thing? Do you want to slide up my cunt and fuck me? You will, dear, in just a moment I'll put that delicious head of your's up my pussy and fuck you good.'
"I had the impression, watching her tongue and talk to the thing, that she was bordering on insanity, if not already there. I didn't care about her emotional problems, though. I was interested in spanking her on the round, luscious bottom. She could do anything she wanted with the phallus as far as I was concerned, except, of course, sticking it into me. That I would not allow.
"We decided she was to be totally naked this time, and after she removed her clothing, she stood in the center of the floor, her legs spread wide and inserted the thick penis into her vagina. I stood there for a moment, watching her slip that thing in and out, her hips rocking back and forth as pleasure came over her. I moved behind her and gazed at those luscious, swelling buttocks. When she said she was ready for me to start, I took hold of her upper arm and started smacking my palm against her naked buttocks. She squealed with each smack, and jutted her rump back for more. But all the time she kept that dildo working in and out of her stretching vagina. The sounds coming from her bottom against my palm caused me to grow with excitement, and my vagina seemed to have a mind of its own. It was twitching and burning between my thighs and my buttocks clenched tightly together as I became intensely aroused.
"Each of her white cheeks became deliciously rosy from the spanking, and the harder I spanked, the more she wanted. 'Spank my ass,' she cried out, jerking them in tight circles against my hand. 'Make my ass burn! Ohhhh ... this fucking cock is wonderful! Whip me, please! Whip my ass until it's raw while I fuck my cunt with this sweet rubber prick!'
"I drew my hand back and gave her a real good one across both cheeks. That apparently did it for her. She squealed loudly that she was having an orgasm and pumped the artificial penis in and out of her vagina furiously, then slumped to the floor in exhaustion. My legs were weak, too, and I was afraid I would fall beside her. I stumbled to a chair and fell into it. No, I wasn't having an orgasm, but the pleasure running all over my body was so great I couldn't stand it any longer.
"For a year or so, I would spank her while she used that dildo, and she never failed to achieve an orgasm. I never once experienced a climax, although I came very close to them on a number of occasions. She continued to tempt me into using the thing on myself, but I refused. I just knew that would bring unbearable pain to me as before. I wanted nothing to do with it, but I didn't mind her enjoying it while I spanked her.
"Then I moved to Florida, getting a job with a small construction firm. I was the only girl there, and all the men tried their level best to seduce me. But, of course, I wouldn't have anything to do with them. I wouldn't even accept a date from the men because I knew they wanted one thing from me--and I didn't want to give that to them.
"There was this one man about my age who invited me to dinner at his house, saying his wife was shy and had no friends. They had only been in Florida a short time, and she never wanted to go out at all. He thought I would be a good friend for her since I didn't date or go out either.
"Being alone in a strange place isn't much fun for a girl. I could have accepted the offers of dates, I know, but I didn't want to wrestle those men to preserve my honor. It just wasn't worth it. Thinking I, too, needed a companion, I accepted his invitation to dinner. I was pleased to find his wife a very lovely woman, only a year younger than I. She was a vivacious brunette, with a cute, turned-up nose with a sprinkling of freckles. She had a wonderful shape, and we became friends immediately. I began spending most of my free time with her and within a week or so, we were as close as any two people could be.
"Naturally, it wasn't long before she began telling me of her problems with her husband. At first she was a bit ashamed to admit her desires to be spanked by him, but it gradually came out, she said she had talked to him about it once when they were first married, but he had refused to have anything to do with such a thing. Needless to say, I became very excited with this revelation. I found myself relating my experiences in Georgia with my blonde girl friend. The more I talked, the more aroused she became. Her dark eyes glowed and I noticed that her breasts seemed to swell up against the blouse she was wearing.
"Realizing she was getting passionate, I continued telling her of the spankings I used to give my friend, and even how she would use the dildo while being paddled. When I felt the time was ripe, I casually mentioned that I would be willing to spank her if she wanted. I saw her tremble as I said this, and right away she pressed one hand down into her lap tightly. Becoming bold now, I asked her if she wanted to be spanked while naked or did she prefer some article of clothing on her bottom. Eagerly, she said she would like to leave her panties on. That was agreeable with me. I enjoy the sound of my hand on a set of rounded buttocks more than I did watching it become red.
"She removed all her clothing except a pair of lacy, nylon panties. They were very sheer, and I could see the triangle of her pubic hair through them. When she turned around, I could also see the crack between her cheeks. I began feeling the itch in the palm of my hand and asked her to spread herself across my thighs. She did so, her naked breasts brushing at my left thigh beneath my skirt. Her legs, dangling down from my right thigh, were pressed tightly together. She squirmed a bit on my lap, whimpering with anticipation before I started on her. She shivered a bit, and I saw the chill bumps raise up on her naked back and smooth thighs. I couldn't want any longer.
"Placing my left hand on the small of her back, I began to bring my right hand down on her tight panties, stinging her bottom with loud smacks. She cried out with the first pains, but stifled them as she lifted her luscious rear end up to meet the down swing of my hand. I could feel my vagina become moist with each delicious slap. It seemed as if there were tiny bubbles bursting around inside my body as I paddled her severely. At first I was afraid I was spanking her too hard, but she whimpered for more and more. I started breathing very fast and heavy, my eyes blurring until I could hardly see her tightly pantied buttocks. But I could hear those wonderful sounds my hand was making against the tight material. Her feet started thrashing around, then she began to open and close her thighs with each beat of my hand on her buttocks. Her cries became moans of delight, and then she went into orgasm. Her bottom writhed and squirmed as she bounced her pubic mound against my thigh. I leaned over a bit while I kept the rhythm smacking her and peered at the crotch of her panties when she opened her thighs. It was soaked and the secretions were even coating the inner smoothness of her thighs. She was moaning very loudly, and I knew I was bringing her to a beautiful climax.
"After her orgasm was over, she stood up, wobbling somewhat on her weak legs. She rubbed her bottom with both hands, looking down at me with tears in her huge, dark eyes. She was crying, but the expression of her cute face was one of exquisite sexual pleasure. She asked me if there was anything she could do to give me pleasure, and I told her there was nothing at all to create a better feeling than the one I received by spanking her.
"She offered, to my surprise, to use her mouth on me. She said she had never kissed a woman between the thighs before, on the vagina, but since I had given her so much delight, she would gladly perform cunnilingus on me, only she didn't put it that way. What she said was, 'I'll lick you off, Virginia. I'll use my tongue and lips to make you come if you want. I'll tongue fuck you in the pussy.'
"I refused, of course. That was the beginning of a satisfactory relationship between this pretty wife and myself. It lasted for a year and a half, being brought to an abrupt halt by the discovery of her husband.
"I eventually gave in to her repeated urging that she must do something to give me pleasure after each spanking. She said she felt guilty about getting her orgasms this way without me reaching a climax. She pleaded so much that I finally allowed her to masturbate me after the spankings. Although she practically begged me to allow her to use her tongue and lips on my vagina and clitoris, I continued to refuse.
"The spankings were always performed in the same position, with her across my lap and wearing a pair of sheer, lacy panties. She made certain to purchase panties that would be extremely tight across her buttocks. I became very fond of seeing her in them, and even more so of feeling the lacy garment beneath my hand when I paddled her.
"When I finally gave in to her desire to bring me to a climax, it was immediately after a spanking, naturally. She knelt on the floor between my thighs and slipped her fingers underneath the crotch of my panties, fingering my clitoris until I achieved my orgasm. I found it very pleasant, but it wasn't anything to howl about. I didn't require orgasm at all, but she wanted to do it so terribly much I just couldn't refuse her any longer.
"As the spanking sessions grew, I found myself in the position whereby I was unable to refuse allowing her to shove my dress up and slipping my panties down to expose my genitals. With her bottom burning from the pain, she said she wanted to watch her fingers fluttering over my clitoris and vaginal lips. This in itself wasn't so bad, and I allowed her to kneel between my thighs while she manipulated my genitals until I experienced an orgasm, her eyes blazing brightly as she stared into my crotch.
"Then, one day, things sort of got out of hand.
"I had warmed her buttocks up beautifully, and she was tremendously excited. Kneeling between my open thighs, my skirt up around my waist and my panties dangling from one foot, she lifted my feet and placed them on the edge of my chair, pulling my naked genitals forward. For a while she thrust one finger in and out of my vagina while agitating my clitoris with her other hand. The sensation she produced was very nice indeed, better than before. Then, before I could stop her, she had shoved her face forward and shoved her tongue far into my vagina. I felt a rippling shock flow through me, and when she ran her hands around my clasp my naked bottom, I found myself unable to protest her action. She tongued me, whipping the tip around my inflamed clitoris furiously and then thrusting it in and out of my channel down there. Her dark eyes burned up into my face, pleading silently for me not to stop her.
"She brought me to an orgasm with her tongue, and it was very good. The pressure that grew inside my vagina was unlike the previous sensations I would get, and when I climaxed, I sort of lost some of my control. I squealed and shivered as my crotch slammed at her face while she tongued me. When she finished, she petted my wet opening with her hand and said she enjoyed doing such a thing to me at last. Well, after that, each time I finished spanking her to orgasm, she would perform cunnilingus on me.
"But that wasn't how we were caught by her husband.
"I had finished spanking her, and she was sitting at my side on the couch in her panties. This time happened to be one of the few times I had undressed completely. My legs were sprawled out and she was sucking on one of my breasts while thrusting a finger in and out of my vagina. When her husband walked in unexpectedly, he had a view that would have started a heart attack in another man.
"But after he stared at us in shock for a moment, he started moving in on us. I scrambled around in fright for my clothes, and when I tried to pull my panties up, he reached out and tore them right off me. I cowered in fear just as his wife was doing, both of us trying to conceal our naked breasts by holding our arms over them. I crossed my thighs to hide my vagina, but it didn't do me any good. He pulled them apart and made me sit completely exposed to him. Then he ripped the panties from his wife, making her sit in the same wide-legged position. He called us lesbians and a few other names that were quite vulgar. He said I was a 'dirty cunt licker,' and said his wife was perverted. I denied the implication that I was what he called me. I thought his wife and I were both in for a severe beating before he exposed us. But he had different ideas about punishing his wife and I.
"I was so frightened, I was actually trembling when he started dropping his pants. He said, 'I'm going to fuck you two cunt eaters like you're supposed to be fucked!'
"He had an enormous penis, and it was swollen into hardness. Right then it looked even larger than the dildo my blonde friend used to plunge into herself. I remembered the pain I had felt that first time at seventeen years of age, and I certainly didn't want to go through that again.
"For a moment, he stood before us with his penis standing out strongly, stroking it with his hand proudly as he looked from his wife's crotch to mine. 'Which one is first?' he asked. 'I think I have enough cock here for both of you.' His wife, being used to taking that monster into her vagina, wasn't as afraid as I was. She begged him to leave me alone, saying I was a virgin and all that. Well, he left me alone--until he finished with her!
"He grabbed her roughly and threw her to the floor, then pulled her legs wide apart and without hesitation, plunged his penis into her brutally. She cried out from the abrupt penetration, beating at his back with small fist. But it didn't bother him. Her blows were completely ineffectual and he started thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina without concern to her feelings. It was brutal rape, but nothing compared to what he did to me.
"After he finished ejaculating into his wife's vagina, he pulled his penis out and stood up. 'Now,' he said, 'you're going to suck on it, baby! You're going to take my cock in your mouth and suck me off!' No wonder you wouldn't date any of the fellows ... you're a goddamn cunt licking lesbian!'
"I again denied the implication that I did those things with women, and I protested about doing what he wanted with his penis. Why, it was covered with the secretions of his discharge and his wife's vagina! I knew I would be sick just from thinking about doing such a thing.
"He moved between my thighs, his penis dangling there soft and wet, just a few inches before my face. I grimaced in distaste and pulled my face back from him. He gripped my hair and tugged it painfully. I whimpered with the pain, but for only a moment. He used his other hand to lift his penis and then he shoved it into my mouth. I felt my stomach churn with revulsion, but it was done now. I thought of biting him with my teeth, biting his penis off then and there, but the thought of having the tip inside my mouth all bloody put a stop to that thinking. He jerked my face into his hairy groin and said, 'Start sucking, you cunt eating slut! Suck my cock and make it hard! Let it grow in your pussy licking mouth! Then I'm going to shoot off... right down your fucking throat!'
"What with him pulling my hair that way, I started doing what he wanted. I felt his penis start to swell inside my mouth, and the moisture of his discharge and his wife's vaginal secretions made me gag. But that didn't bother him at all. Once his penis was hard, he began working my face back and forth on it. I thought my lips were going to tear from the stretched condition they were in. My mouth felt so stuffed, my tongue had no room.
"Holding my hair painfully, he pulled my face back and forth, making my lips slide up and down the hard surface of his penis. I could taste the moisture of him and his wife, and there was a sour, sweaty odor to his genitals. I thought I would vomit, but fortunately I was able to hold it down. It was a good thing, because he was like a wild man.
"I don't know how long it took before he ejaculated into my mouth, but it seemed like hours. The thick liquid spurted out and ran down my throat, scalding the tissues there. I choked and gagged as he discharged down my throat, but he wouldn't release me until he was finished. Then, he shoved me roughly from his once more soft penis, making my head bang against the back of the couch.
"His wife and I were still sitting there, dazed, when he returned from the bedroom, a suitcase in each hand. He told her he would have a lawyer contact her about a divorce. After he had gone, I found my clothing and dressed. I was unable to use the panties, because they were too torn up. His wife pleaded with me to stay with her, but I didn't want to get any more involved than I was already.
"The next morning I caught a plane for New York."
* * *
Virginia, frightened out of her wits by being caught and then brutally raped orally, decided she would have nothing more to do with a married woman. Her desire to spank continued to grow, and once she was established in New York, she began to haunt the well known lesbian hangouts.
She did not care for the mannish dress and mannerisms of the hard-type lesbian, and she continued to dress very femininely. She sought out other girls who dressed the same, but it took her a considerable amount of time to find a girl who was willing to be spanked. During her search for a partner, she found herself involved not a few times in sexual relations with some of these women, having cunnilingus and analingus performed upon her body.
This was not the sort of sexual activity she desired, and stopped going to the bars completely. About a year later, she met a girl her age, and formed a relationship that proved to be partially satisfactory.
* * *
"Josie worked in the same office I did. She's a small girl, almost a miniature, you might say. When I say small, I do mean small. She stands exactly four feet and eleven inches tall--in shoes.
"Her bottom is so small, I can almost cup it in one hand. She has perfectly proportioned breasts and thighs for her size, though. I don't know how she came to enjoy being spanked, though I'm very happy that she does. Once we found out we enjoyed mutual desires, we took an apartment together. She, like me, had an unfortunate sexual experience when she was in her teens. The only difference between my initiation with a boy and hers is that she was caught by her father.
"Josie enjoys being spanked on her naked buttocks, and since I prefer the girl to have a tight pair of panties on, we alternate. Sometimes she's all naked, and other times she wears sheer panties. We share the housework and the bills. We've been living together now for almost seven years, and are quite happy with our arrangement. Josie has a climax when I spank her, and she enjoys playing with my vagina later on. A few times, I've allowed her to use her mouth on me, but she knows this is not necessary.
"The one flaw in our relationship is that Josie enjoys having cunnilingus performed on her at times. She has tried frequently to get me to do this for her, but I just can't bring myself to it. I keep remembering that man who forced me to fellate him and the awful taste of his discharge. Of course, I realize that a girl would be different, but I just can't bring myself to doing such a thing. And since I won't do it, Josie sometimes goes out with another girl and enjoys herself this way. I have to admit that it creates some jealousy in me, but what can I do about it? She tells me she will stop if I use my mouth on her. I suppose I have to accept the situation if I want to stay on spanking terms with her."
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Virginia, although seemingly happy with her arrangement, will soon find herself drifting away from her friend. That is, if she doesn't perform the act of cunnilingus Josie wants.
It has been my experience that once jealousy enters the picture of such a relationship, it does not have long to last. If her feelings for Josie are as deep as she indicates, I would presume that eventually Virginia will cooperate. Of course, as I mentioned before, the circumstances will have to be right; setting, mood, and so forth.
In the case of Virginia, I believe that a relationship with a man would be of benefit to her. The situation would call for tenderness, to be sure--perhaps with a mild spanking as a warm up thing. As yet, this lovely woman has no desire to spank a man, and I feel that this is because she must punish a female since one happened to be the blame, as far as Virginia is concerned, for the pain of her first sexual experience.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those among us who are disciples of spanking do not only employ the hand but other objects. I have brought out the use of the belt and the fly swatter in previous cases, but other instruments are used, too. One of the favorite, for some strange reason, is the hairbrush.
Most brushes, made of plastic with prickly bristles, can be a harsh weapon when applied to the naked bottom. I have seen the evidence on a person's buttocks after a severe spanking where the bristles have been applied, and it isn't exactly a pretty sight. But then, when we speak of the bristles being used to paddle, we would be getting into the realm of pleasure-pain more closely associated with extreme masochist desires and such a spanking would well be considered under the title of flagellation.
For those who enjoy being spanked without the severe pain of the flesh being broken, utilize the plastic side of a hairbrush.
Such a person is Robert. He enjoys being spanked by the hairbrush of his wife, Sue, who administers the brush powerfully on his naked bottom. They are an unusual couple in the fact that Robert, although he achieves ejaculation while being spanked, does not loose his erection. This comes about after a second discharge while copulating furiously with his wife immediately after being spanked. One unusual fact about Sue is that after she had administered the whipping to her husband, she must then insert the handle of the brush into her own rectum while the copulation is performed.
Both are graduates of the state university, he with a degree in business administration and she in sociology. Robert at present is working with a huge industrial complex and Sue is employed by the welfare program as researcher.
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"We found out Robert enjoyed spanking while playing around," Sue related to me. "He had just come out of the shower, still wet. I reminded him he was dripping water all over the carpet. Robert is careless about things like that, and I am constantly getting onto him. He says I remind him of his mother more than a wife.
"I was sitting at the dresser, taking my face off. We had been out to dinner and were just preparing for bed. He was naked, of course, and the water ran from his body and dripped from his tallywhacker as though he was pissing. After finishing with my face, I picked up the hairbrush and began to brush my hair. Robert came close to me, looking for something on the dresser and splashed some water on me. I was in my gown, my shower finished. I told him for the thousandth time to dry off before he came out of the shower, and once more he said I sounded like his mother.
"I told my husband that not only was I going to sound like her, but if he continued dripping water over everything I was going to act like her and spank his butt. He laughed and told me I wasn't big enough to spank a fly. When he said that, he turned around and his butt was close to me. Impulsively, I slapped him across his naked butt with the flat surface of the hair brush. He yelped and made a grab for his butt, turning around and glaring at me. 'You'll get a few more good whacks like that if you don't do what I tell you,' I told him.
"After we were in bed, Robert turned to me and started playing around with my breasts. I didn't mind because I was ready to feel his tallywhacker inside my snatch. You see, Robert and I have always been what you might call sensual. We enjoy sex and indulge frequently. No, we've never practiced any of that fancy stuff; licking and sucking and that kind of thing. Of course, we've talked about such activities, but decided they weren't for us.
"I have a girl friend who sucks her husband's tallywhacker almost every night. She told me it doesn't do much for her, but it's what he likes and she has to do it to keep him happy. They never screw anymore because he's hung up on getting blown. What she does for kicks, I have no idea. Anyway, because of what my girl friend told me, I didn't want to try out anything fancy with Robert because what would I do if he started preferring my mouth to my snatch? I gave up the childish habit of fingering myself years ago and wouldn't want to take it up again. Besides, masturbation never did much for me anyway.
"Well, after Robert and I felt around on each other for a while, him sticking his finger into my snatch and me feeling of his tallywhacker until it was nice and hard, he crawled on top of me and put it in. I was a bit surprised at the greater size of his tallywhacker and the frenzy he screwed me. God, it was one of the best screws he had ever given me!
"He wrapped his arms around my back and held me very tightly against his naked chest, and he rammed that monster tallywhacker into my snatch until I thought he was deliberately trying to make me raw down there. But God, was it ever good! I didn't think about the cause of his furious passion. I just lay there and revolved my snatch up at him and enjoyed it like never before. When he came off, I was prepared to get up and go wash myself, but Robert didn't turn me loose. To my surprise, I found myself still stuffed with a hard tallywhacker and he was grinding it into me for the second time. This had never happened before, but I wasn't angry. Oh, no! I was thrilled to death. You see, there are times when I don't reach my climax before he comes. I've never really minded this because I always get pleasure just from feeling him inside me and coming off. But this time, wow ... I went off like a rocket! I mean, when he came the second time, I was right there with him.-By the time we were finished, we had to remake the bed, that's how wild it had been.
"The following night we were back to one shot deal again. After he came in me, his tallywhacker went soft and he rolled off and went to sleep. Still I didn't make any connection to the hairbrush and his furiously increased virility. Crazy as it sounds, I had never heard of spanking for sexual pleasure before.
"Then, about a week later, I was again brushing my hair at the dresser after we had been out dancing. Here came my husband, naked and dripping water as usual. He stood behind me and tan his hands over my shoulders, cupping my breasts and pressing his tallywhacker against my back. He got my nightgown soaking wet, too. I struggled away from him and told him to stop dripping water like a little boy, and took my gown off, intending to put on a fresh one. He looked at my nakedness for a moment, then said, 'Aren't you going to spank me?'
"For a moment, I didn't know what he was talking about, then it dawned on me that I had said I would spank him every time he dripped water on the carpet. I picked up the hairbrush and, falling into the game he was trying to play with me, I said I would give him a blistering he would never forget. I grabbed for his arm much as a mother would her child and twisted him around so I could get to his butt. Robert struggled against me, yelling he was only teasing. I was teasing, too, but I smacked him a good one across his naked butt. He hollered with pain, dancing up and down and spraying water all over the place. I laid another one across his butt. He screeched in a shrill voice and pulled from me, trying to run into the bathroom. I noticed the imprint of the hairbrush on his white butt, and felt a strange, yet delicious, feeling inside me.
"I didn't understand why I felt good about seeing those red marks on his butt, and I didn't try to figure it out then. I raced after him and caught him before he could get into the bathroom. I smacked him another good one, and Robert stopped, his body stiff with the pained surprise. Before he could recover his senses, I laid the brush across his naked butt a few more times. I giggled, trying to cover up the excitement that I was feeling. I don't know if it was the sounds of the hairbrush landing on his naked butt or if it was the way his rear was turning bright red. Whatever the cause, I was feeling as I would have an orgasm any second.
"Then Robert started to move again. He turned around and ran to the other side of the bed, facing me across it. You hit me one more time with that damn brush, Sue, and I'll stick it up your ass!'
"I laughed at him, waving the brush in a menacing gesture. 'You aren't man enough to stick anything up my ass, big boy,' I told him, but from the size of his tallywhacker standing up almost to his belly button, I knew he was man enough to do anything he wanted with me, especially right then.
"For a while, we stood and looked at each other across the bed. Then I dropped the brush and scrambled onto the bed, spreading my legs real wide for him. Robert fell on top of me and I reached between our bodies to pull his huge diddle stick into me. But then Robert did something that surprised me.
"He raised up on to his knees and, taking hold of one hip, he flipped me onto my stomach. Thinking he wanted to enter me from behind, I sort of waggled my tail at him and lifted it up so he could make the connection. When I felt him rub the tip of his diddler between the cheeks of my butt, I squealed that he was in the wrong hole. 'That's what you think, you sadistic bitch,' he roared at me, pressuring his stick against my butt hole. 'That damn hairbrush hurt my ass! Now, you get yours hurt!'
"Before I could pull away, Robert suddenly lunged forward and I screeched like a trapped pig. He had skewered his tallywhacker right in and up my butt hole. The pain was terrible. I struggled to pull my butt away from him, but he had hold of my hips and was holding me in position, running that thing of his into me with so much power, I felt as if he had torn me apart. I had the urge to defecate, but with his diddler impaling me like that, it was more of a constipated sensation than anything else, you might say.
"I screamed at him to take it out, that he was ruining me, but he didn't pay any attention to my pleas. I was crying with the pain by this time, but he kept right on spearing into me, ignoring everything I said. I could feel, between the throb of pain, his nuts banging against my snatch. The idea come to me that if I grabbed those tender things and squeezed hard, he would have to jerk his thing out. Reaching beneath my body, I gripped his nuts in my hand and squeezed them tightly. He bellowed as the sharp pain went through him, but instead of pulling out of my butt hole, he went all the faster and harder into me. I knew then that it was no good. I had to accept what he was doing to me and hope it would never happen again.
"Finally, to my relief, I felt his diddler start squirting. I could feel his come all the way up my belly, splashing around inside my butt. I was surprised that I no longer felt any pain, but pleasure.
"When he removed his tallywhacker from my butt hole, I felt as if it would never be the same. God, it felt so stretched I was sure my snatch and butt hole was one and the same opening now. I didn't get to relax for long, however. Robert again flipped me over until I was on my back, and now he thrust his diddler into my snatch without messing around. I guess I went wild then. I threw my legs around his hips and locked them behind him, my hands clawing at his back as he plunged in and out of my snatch. When I went off, it was like the fourth of July with all the fireworks in the state going off at the same time. Robert, too, reached a discharge for the second time.
"Both of us were too exhausted to discuss this strange behavior on his part.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we ever did talk about it. It just happened.
"The very next night, Robert again came from the shower, dripping as usual. I didn't give him a chance to get my nightgown wet this time. I picked up the hairbrush and started after him. There wasn't much of a scuffle. I pulled him across my lap and laid the brush hard on his naked butt. He kicked and squalled and bellowed like a bull, but I spanked his butt until it was flaming red. I brought the brush down on first one cheek, then the other, and each time the smack came to my ears, I would feel a wonderful tingle inside my snatch.
"There was also another interesting event that I found strange. Robert's tallywhacker was very hard, pressing against my nightgown-covered thighs. He was no longer struggling, and the harder I brought the brush down on his butt, the softer he would moan and squirm into my lap. Then, he yelled out that he was coming. Without thinking about it, I applied the brush even harder, the sound of it against his naked butt was music to my ears. By now, his flesh was scarlet, and I knew the pain must be terrific. Yet, Robert arched his butt up to meet the blows. Then, he roared with excitement, and I felt his tallywhacker jerk around wildly, and the next thing that happened was I had myself a lap full of his come.
"I dropped the brush on the bed when he struggled up to his feet. He stood in front of me for a moment, rubbing both hands up and down his burning butt, looking at me with a strange gleam in his eyes. His diddler was still standing up very strong, and his discharge was puddled in my lap. I started to get up and remove my gown, but Robert grabbed me roughly and threw me back on the bed. He said, 'I told you I'd shove this damn brush up your ass if you ever hit me again with it! Now, young lady, you're going to get it!'
"I screamed for him to leave me alone, that my butt hole was still sore from last night. He twisted me around on the bed until I was flat on my stomach, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed my gown up over my head. I felt him clawing around at my butt and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't free myself from him. I felt the handle of the hairbrush being inserted between the cheeks of my butt. I screamed and yelled and called him a few good names--very dirty names--and that only made him all the more determined to shove the handle of my hairbrush into my butt hole. I wriggled around violently, and he sat down across the small of my back, facing my feet. He pulled one of my cheeks wide apart and the next thing was a searing pain in my butt hole as he plunged the handle of the brush into me. He began to work it in and out, and the more I twisted and tossed around, the more he liked it. Without realizing it, I was actually helping him screw me in my tail with that brush!
"I was sobbing by now, because the pain was terrific. It was different than the night before. I mean, the handle of the brush felt different inside my butt than his tallywhacker had. It wasn't as big, for one thing, and for another he could penetrate me much deeper. He was laughing like a mad man while doing this humiliating thing to me. Then, keeping the handle of the brush working in and out of my tail, he reached between my thighs with his other hand and started fingering my snatch. That did it!
"Once he shoved a finger into my snatch, and that hairbrush moving in and out of my butt hole, the pain seemed to evaporate. In its place was the most fantastically beautiful feeling I had ever experienced in my life! God, it was the greatest ever!
"With his finger moving in and out of my snatch, and the hairbrush torturing my butt hole, I erupted into the mightiest come of my life. I felt it building up inside my stomach, racing around my veins like boiling lava, and then it went off. I screamed with the sheer joy of it, throwing my butt up against the invading brush and just shuddered and trembled as my mind went blank.
"Robert, after bringing me off this way, withdrew the brush and turned me over onto my back, spreading my legs with his hands. Then he lay across me and shoved his tallywhacker into my still quivering snatch and screwed the hell out of me. Oh, that was good! We both reached our comes about the same time and I had the idea our sex life was changing, whether I wanted it to or not. At least, it was changing for the better as far as I was concerned, and as it happened, for Robert too.
"That night set the trend for our future sex. For about a month straight, Robert would drip his water all over the carpet, knowing I would spank his butt with the hairbrush. After he would come off in my lap, he would then toss me onto the bed and screw my butt hole with the hairbrush, then stick his diddler into my snatch and we would both come off almost together.
"In a months time, we gave up the pretense of excuses to spank him. Sometimes he would come home from work and I would spank him before dinner, and he never failed to come off. Most of those before dinner spankings didn't result in screwing. But at night we really let loose and had a ball.
"Then, after I had spanked his butt until it was hardly more than raw meat, Robert shoved the handle of the hairbrush into my butt hole as usual, but this time he made a variation. He laid me on my back and had me wrap my hands around my knees, holding them tight against my breasts. He shoved the handle of the brush into my butt hole this way, and after working it in and out a few times, he stood up and rammed his tallywhacker into my snatch. Now, with the brush in one hole and his diddler in the other, I was almost out of my skull with delicious pleasure. I started coming almost as soon as he began screwing me, and the spasms of my clutching muscles down there started the hairbrush to slip out. I reached behind my butt and shoved it back in, and when I did that, a terrific feeling of pleasure shot through me. Experimentally, I began working the brush in and out of my tail while Robert screwed me, and my God! I thought I was in heaven! I had never felt such a fantastic sensation in my life. It seemed as if I was coming apart all over, especially down between my legs and the cheeks of my butt.
"When it was over, I couldn't move a muscle. I felt as if my bones had become some sort of liquid jelly. My butt hole and snatch both were burning, but it was sweet, blissful burning.
"Every night from then on, I would spank Robert to a come, then he would ram the brush up my tail and screw me that way. It seemed that each time it happened, it was that much better."
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Neither Robert nor his wife, Sue, realized they had the desire to spank or be spanked prior to the initial action. Although Sue says they never discussed this, I am certain they must have talked about it to some degree.
Sue never wanted to be spanked herself, but she took great delight in paddling her husband to orgasm. From the statements she makes regarding the hairbrush being inserted into her rectum, we can draw the conclusion that she is strongly anal oriented. In my book, The Anal Love Compulsion, published by Copley Square Press, in 1971, I gave the views of a young lady in reference to the growing interest to the buttocks. "The whole fucking world is butt-conscious," she said to me. "Look at the short skirts; the hot pants. Every garment a girl buys today is oriented toward drawing attention to her ass!"
That statement might well be applied to the modern style of men's pants. They, too, seem to be designed so as to draw attention not only to the genital areas of the male, but to his buttocks, also. Although many women, when seeing a male in the tight-fitting pants, will stare at the crotch and outline of his penis, there is a growing number who stare just as hard and hungrily at his bottom, not with the desire to caress and fondle the gluteal area, but with the desire to spank the man.
Getting back to Sue and Robert, they became involved with another couple who enjoyed spanking about six months after their own discovery. The couple were somewhat older than Sue and Robert, but attractive enough to induce the young couple into a foursome.
Pete happened to be Robert's direct superior in the company, and was a disciple of spanking, usually administered by his wife, Peggy. Neither couple were aware of the other's sexual inclinations at first. But Peggy was a staunch supporter of the female liberation movement, not necessarily agreeing with the female liberation movement in all matters, but mostly in sexual equality for women. She was bold and aggressive in her belief, and on the occasions Robert had seen her in the office, he would become embarrassed by her outspoken manner when referring to sexual ideas.
It was Peggy's contention that if a man could stare openly at a man with passion burning in his eyes, then a woman had this same privilege. I will not argue with this belief, because I, too, feel that honesty is best when it comes to sex, as most of you know from my past works. I have no qualms about becoming sexually intimate with certain patients if I feel such action is of benefit. Of course, this has made me somewhat of a renegade in the area of social behaviorism, but all our founders of mental health were laughed at when they first brought to light the workings of the mind.
I was fortunate enough to interview Peggy, and I must say I was surprised to find such a well-bred and lady-like woman so gross in speech and mannerisms. It was evident from the first that she was a lady of quality, being born and reared in a wealthy family that still practiced the old world graces. I was interested in finding out when and how she became interested in spanking the male buttocks, but she pooh-poohed the idea, going right into her story about Sue and Robert.
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"Every time I went to the office, I would look at that young man and think how wonderful it would be to spank his ass. Robert is a dear boy, you know, and so handsome. And that wife of his, why, she's so cute and sweet! Her ass is beautiful, so round and firm, swelling out in luscious whiteness. I could spank those sweet cheeks and have climax after climax! But, sorry to say, Sue won't go for it.
"But, getting back to Robert. He wears those tight pants, you know, and in the office he's usually without his jacket. I can see his ass wonderfully, and one day at the office, I couldn't resist giving him a little pinch there. Oh, he was terribly surprised, but I grinned lewdly at him and told him he had a very fine ass. I asked him if his dick was as beautiful, and the dear boy almost fainted.
"That same night, I spoke to Pete about Robert. You see, I had been spanking my husband's ass almost from the day we were married. I must say I was quite happy to find out he enjoyed being spanked. I love to see a pair of male cheeks get nice and red, and if I can paddle them with a brush, why, I can have orgasm after orgasm!
"Pete and I have belonged to a few spanking groups, but we've never much cared for them. Most of those groups get a bit wild for my taste. Why, some of those women actually draw blood! To me, that isn't spanking at all ... it's downright cruel. We gave up the groups after a terribly embarrassing incident where Pete was beaten severely by a woman using a cane. We still enjoy spanking with others, but individuals are hard to find, let alone a couple like us.
"Pete didn't know anything about Sue and Robert's sex life, but I told him to find out as much as he could. He was already on very good terms with Robert, so it wasn't difficult to have him at lunch. Pete is a likable guy, and he and Robert soon became very good friends. I was delighted to hear that Robert spoke openly about his sexual relations with that delectable wife of his, but it took some time to find out about the spankings and hairbrush up the asshole bit.
"As I said, I enjoy using a hairbrush on the naked ass of a man, and when Pete told me Sue used one, too, I was very anxious to arrange a meeting with this luscious couple.
"Without indicating anything sexual would come out of it, Pete invited Sue and Robert to our home one Saturday afternoon for a garden tea. Actually, it wasn't a tea, but simply an excuse to get them over. It was a beautiful day and we sat near the pool and had a few drinks. I questioned the luscious Sue as subtly as possible about her sexual inclinations, but she was a bit reluctant to talk about such things.
"I casually mentioned that I enjoyed giving my husband a spanking now and then. Her lovely eyes widened and I could see understanding behind them. Even then, she hesitated about opening up with me, and only did so after the two men went back to the house--to discuss business, they said. Actually, Pete was going to show Robert a film or two on spanking.
"Now that we were alone, Sue began to tell me of the method she used in spanking her husband, but only after I told her of my own. I could see she was becoming aroused by the talk, her eyes glistened and she squirmed a bit in her chair. I told her I would love to spank her husband on his naked ass, and asked if she would enjoy spanking a different man, such as Pete. I saw her bottom lip tremble and then she licked her tongue over it. I knew I had her then, she would cooperate. Now, if only Pete could get Robert turned on by seeing those spanking films.
"After giving Pete plenty of time, Sue and I returned to the house. The door of Pete's study was closed, and I could hear the whir of the projector inside. Sue heard it, too, and asked what they were looking at. I told her right out that it was films on spanking. Right away she said she wanted to see them, too. I opened the door and we entered the dim study, the screen blazing brightly against one wall. Pete was showing one of my favorites.
"It was a film of a young woman and two men. All of them were naked, of course, and the woman was using a hairbrush--my favorite instrument-- on the scarlet asses of the men. The two men were leaning over a couch with their legs wide apart, ass-cheeks spread. The woman was on her knees behind them and slightly away. She was spanking them in alternate strokes. You can see the two dicks of those men with hairy balls hanging down, and they were very hard. I heard a gasp come from Sue, and when I peered at her in the dim light, I saw she was very aroused. Moving around in the room, I stood close to Robert. All it took was a glance at the front of his pants to see he had a lovely hard dick pressing against his pants.
"The film ended with both the men coming while the woman continued spanking them. The final scene was of the woman thrashing around on the floor, fucking her cunt with the handle of the hairbrush. When it ended, Pete flicked on the lights and pulled the drapes. Robert was breathing quite heavily, and his dick stood strongly against his pants. Pete, too, had a hard-on. But Sue, the sweet girl, was almost beside herself with passion. Her breasts were rising and falling swiftly and her nostrils were flaring. She looked from Robert's bulging pants to Pete's, and I knew we had them hooked then.
"I went to the small cabinet against one wall and removed two hairbrushes from a drawer. I handed one of them to Sue, and she took it without taking her eyes from the two men. 'Okay, you two dick-heads,' I said. 'Time to get spanked. Hurry up, now! Bare those ass-cheeks!'
"Pete started undressing immediately, but Robert hesitated. He glanced at his wife, and saw the way she was gazing in fascination at my husband as he became naked. Then he started taking his clothes off, too. I turned to Sue and said, 'Shall we be naked, also, or do you prefer to be dressed while spanking a man?'
"For a moment, Sue didn't say anything, just panted heavily. She glanced at her husband who was down to his shorts now, his dick sticking out of the fly all hard and throbbing beautifully.
'Naked!' she said in a half-whisper, and began to fumble at her blouse and skirt with one hand, the other clutching the hairbrush tightly. 'I want to be naked.'
"Since I enjoy being naked, too, I removed my clothing and placed them on a chair neatly. Sue, too excited, didn't care where her clothing landed. When I saw her naked, I thought she had the most beautiful body on a woman I had ever seen. I stepped close to her and brushed my hand down over her swelling ass, feeling of it as she trembled. 'You have a lovely ass, dear,' I told her. 'It would be sensational to spank it.'
"But, as I said, she didn't go for being spanked at all. She, like me, preferred to spank a set of cheeks.
"When the men were naked, I asked Sue which one she wanted to spank, and she moved on wobbly legs to my husband. Robert watched her stand behind Pete as she examined his ass critically, then he turned to me. It was the first time he would be spanked by someone other than his wife, and there was apprehension in his eyes. I moved behind him and fondled his sweet ass with my hand for a moment, telling him I wouldn't hurt him, not much, at least. I told him I wasn't at all sadistic about spanking a man. I suppose that gave him some relief, but perspiration broke out on his forehead just the same. Maybe he was apprehensive about this, but from the size of his dick, he was just as anxious as I was to get started.
"I had both men lean over Pete's desk, telling Sue that we could both watch those cheeks get wonderfully red at the same time. Her beautiful tits were swollen as she panted, the pink nipples very erect. The luscious fuzz of her cunt hair was moist as she spraddled her legs to get a good leverage, and I saw her lovely ass shiver slightly.
"I waited until she started, wanting to see how hard she would strike my husband's ass. She lifted the brush high above her head, then swung it down with all the power her slender body could muster. The brush landed with a deliciously loud smack, and Pete yelped from the stinging pain. Again she brought the brush down, this time on his other ass-cheek. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with passion, staring down at his reddening ass. I saw her reach under his body to feel his dick. 'Is it still hard, Sue?' I asked her. She pulled her hand away and nodded to me, then began to spank him with evenly spaced blows.
"I looked down at the slightly spread ass of Robert, noticing that he was shivering from the sounds of his wife spanking Pete next to him. Then I began to rain blow after blow on his naked ass, alternating cheeks. I tried to space my blows between those of Sue's, wanting to hear the sounds of both, but she was too excited to maintain any sort of rhythm.
"Robert and Pete's ass both were turning scarlet, and the more Sue and I spanked them, the more they danced around and howled. Of course, the howling wasn't because of the pain--they had already passed the threshold and were in exquisite pleasure by now. Both of their cocks were standing up firm and ready to blow.
"My husband shot his come first. Sue noticed it and, squealing like a small child, she started slapping her open palm harder yet on his naked butt. Then, after I had delivered a powerful blow to Robert's cheeks, he started ejaculating, too. He started jerking around and grunting, and all of a sudden he squirted his come out.
"I was pleasantly surprised to see his hard-on remained, and before he could loose it, I pulled him down onto the floor with me and guided that big dick ring into my slit. Robert gave a hard lunge and his prick split my pussy like a thick battering ram. Sue, seeing her husband fuck me, eyed Pete's wrinkled up cock wistfully. He was of no use to her at all. The poor thing, she had to masturbate while her husband screwed me."
* * *
Peggy and Pete, Sue and Robert all get together frequently now, or so I understand. The spankings have taken on more of an orderly fashion than that first session. Usually, the women will spank the other's husband while the rest sit around and observe. There is no evidence here to indicate this foursome will delve into the deeper, more severe type of spanking that borders on flagellation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Spanking is not limited to adults. It is also a pleasure factor of the young--teenagers and pre-teens, even. Just as with any other deviant sexual activity, we have disciples of spanking in the ranks of the young.
One interesting case that came to my attention is that of Buddy, a boy of fourteen. Being the only child for ten years, he suddenly found himself uprooted and shoved aside, more or less, by the birth of a new baby in the family.
Prior to the baby, Buddy was dotted upon by his mother and father. He was given everything he desired, and wanted for nothing. Then, suddenly, he was no longer the center of attention. His parents ignored him--or so he thought--and dotted on the new, pink and wriggling baby. Being somewhat self-centered, this hurt Buddy. He felt neglected and began to hate the small bundle that seemed to be in his mother's arms constantly.
About six months after the baby's arrival, Buddy found a way to get attention from his mother. He discovered that if he did bad things, she would punish him by smacking her hand across his bottom. Although he had never before received a spanking, Buddy didn't mind the slight pain he felt because it showed him he could still get attention. Thereafter, he would find various ways to get into minor trouble so he would be spanked. Needless to say, these spankings became a form of love and attention to him.
* * *
"I would do anything to make Mother mad," he told me. "Usually, at first, when she got mad at me, she would just make a swipe at my tail with her hand and let it go at that. This wasn't enough for me.
"I started breaking dishes, accidentally. This would get her mad enough to swat me a few times. The spankings were never very hard, so I didn't feel much pain. What hurt the most was when she went right back to the baby after spanking me. You see, Mother used to hug and kiss on me all the time before she had this baby, and I wanted her to do it again. Maybe she didn't have all the time now, but she could have paid some attention to me when the baby was asleep.
"Instead, she would yell at me to keep quiet before I woke the baby up.
"I was twelve when I realized I was getting pleasure by the spankings. Oh, the first smack hurt my tail like hell, but after that, well, everything was just nice. I would get warm all over, and a few times I found I would get hard down there. I didn't think anything about this until one day, when Mother was mad enough to spank me pretty hard, I came off in my pants. It was the first time I ever--what do you call it, ejaculation? Anyway, the feeling when that happened made everything feel so good, I spilled garbage all over the kitchen floor that afternoon just to make Mother spank me again. I wanted to see if I could get that good feeling again.
"Mother was pretty mad about the mess on the floor, and she whipped me kind of hard. I felt good, of course, but my dingus didn't get hard and I didn't get the same kind of feeling as I had earlier. I was disappointed.
"There was this woman in our neighborhood, a widow I think. Anyway, she didn't have a husband. She was kind of mean to us kids. If she caught us on her lawn, she would turn the hose on us and that sort of thing. Sometimes she would run out of the house with a great big belt, waving it in the air and threatening to spank us with it. She never did, naturally, because there's laws about adults whipping someone else's kid, you know.
"When Halloween time came, us kids used to cause all kinds of trouble for that woman. We would spray her house with different colors of paint, but that only happened one year. Most got into trouble because of the expense it put our parents to just repainting her house.
"One day during the summer, I was by myself trying to find some mischief to get into when I walked passed this woman's place. She wasn't around, and I noticed the shades were down in the windows. There were some new plants she had put out close to the house, and for some reason I decided it would be fun to pee on those things. I looked around to make sure no one could see me, then I walked to the side of her house and pulled my dingus out and peed all over her plants.
"What I didn't know was that this woman, Mrs. Arnstein, had seen me to it. She was looking out the window at me. Just as I was putting my dingus back into my pants, she opened the side door and called out to me. I started to run as usual, but her voice didn't sound angry at all. I looked at her and she was smiling at me. This was strange, because she never smiled at anyone, especially us kids. 'Come here, Buddy,' she said.
"I wasn't sure I wanted to get near her, but she seemed friendly all of a sudden. 'Come here,' she said again. 'Would you like to earn a dollar, Buddy?'
"Still somewhat afraid, I moved toward the door where she was standing. She was in her robe, and I thought that was kind of silly, since it was almost noon. I stood on the bottom step, looking up at her. She smiled nice enough at me, and when she asked me to come in and help her move some things around, I went in. It was the first time I had ever been inside her house, and as far as I know, the first time any kid had been in there.
"She asked me if I wanted a glass of milk, but I was too afraid to accept it. She told me to sit down at the kitchen table, and still worried that I was about to get into serious trouble with this woman, I sat down. She walked about the kitchen for a while, and I wondered what it was she wanted me to help her move. I wasn't very strong, and I hoped it wasn't anything very heavy. I was surprised when she poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table next to me. She started asking me all kinds of questions about the kids, wanting to know why they tormented her all the time. She said she was a nice woman and that she liked kids, especially boys. She told me I was cute and that I could visit with her anytime I wanted.
"I was confused with this kind of talk. She never acted as if she liked kids before. She told me that the boys and girls shouldn't tear up her flower beds and lawn, that it was bad for them. Mrs. Arnstein asked me if I was spanked frequently for doing those things to her yard, and I told her honestly that my mother usually spanked me. She got a strange gleam in her eyes then, and sort of squirmed on her chair.
"Then, all of a sudden, she said, 'Buddy, you shouldn't have peed on my lawn.' Only she didn't say pee .. . she said piss! 'I just put those bulbs in yesterday and they cost me a lot of money. If they don't grow, I'll have to tell your mother what you did. I'm sure, when she has to pay me for them, you'll receive a severe spanking.'
"She didn't have to tell me that. I knew I'd get a bad one if she told on me. You see, we didn't have all that much money and my parents couldn't very well afford to pay her for those flowers. I didn't mind the spanking I would get, naturally, but I don't like it when it's too hard. I knew Mother would whip me very hard if she had to put out money because of something I did. I wouldn't get the pleasure by a severe spanking. 'I don't have to tell your parents, Buddy,' Mrs. Arnstein said, her eyes glowing strangely.
"I fidgeted in the chair, wanting to leave. I didn't like the way she was looking at me, and I was starting to get scared again. She told me she wouldn't tell my parents, provided she could punish me herself. Well, I wasn't sure about that. All the kids said she was a witch, and you know a witch is supposed to have powers and make deals with the devil and that kind of thing.
"Mrs. Arnstein didn't look like a witch to me. She didn't have a long, crooked nose with warts and hairs growing from it. Her hair wasn't stringy, either. She was a little fat, but not so much to be real ugly. Of course, she wasn't the best looking woman in the world, either. She was real old ... maybe forty.
"She started asking me questions about the things us kids did, things like sex and all that. She wanted to know if we ever pulled our pants down and looked at each other. 'Haven't you ever had a little girl take her panties down and play with her, you know, between the legs?' she asked me. I was getting embarrassed by those questions. They were too close to the truth because I had done those things a few times. All kids do it, don't they?
"Then she asked me if I ever played with myself. I blushed about that and she knew right off that I did. She said it was nothing to be ashamed of, and that she realized it made me feel good. 'I do it myself,' she said straight out. 'I like to take my panties off and play with myself between the legs.'
"I must have gotten a stupid expression on my face because she laughed. I thought she was even pretty when she smiled, and I didn't see that too often. Then she said something that really surprised me. 'Buddy ... why don't you let me see your little pecker?'
"Before I could answer her, she reached out and placed her hand right on top of my dingus. I almost jumped off the chair in surprise. When she kind of squeezed me there, I was embarrassed to find my dingus get hard. She smiled at me and kept on playing with it, and before much longer, she had it out and was running her hand up and down it. It was the first time anyone besides myself had ever touched me there, and it felt good. She kept on playing with me and I was afraid I would come on her hand.
"She must have known how I felt. She pulled her hand away and untied the belt of her robe. I couldn't help but stare at those big titties of hers. I had seen my mother's when she fed the baby, but Mrs. Arnstein had really big ones. They hung down almost to her waist, and the nipples were real brown. Her stomach was kind of flabby, and she had the biggest bush of hair between her legs I've ever seen. The girls I've played with either don't have any hair down there or else just starting to grow some.
"She let me look at her for a minute, then she said, 'I'm going to make you feel real good, Buddy, but you must never tell anyone. Promise?' I nodded my head, afraid my voice would squeak if I tried to talk. She got out of her chair and dropped to her knees in front of me. Then, before I knew what she was going to do, she put her mouth on me and started sucking my dingus. Golly ... that was good!
"Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue moved everywhere at once. She was making crazy sounds while she did that to me, and I couldn't keep my tail from squirming on the chair. I was about to come, and I didn't know what she would do if I let it happen in her mouth. I told her something was going to happen if she didn't stop, but Mrs. Arnstein kept right on sucking. She didn't even slow down . . . she went faster if anything. She was making all sorts of sounds, you know, moaning and things like that. Her hands were on my hips and she dug her fingers into me hard. Then I started coming.
"Mrs. Arnstein kept right on sucking, moving her lips up and down my dingus while that stuff squirted into her mouth. She was making smacking sounds along with her moans and I realized she liked what she was getting. After I finished, she licked her tongue all over my dingus, even working it into my fly and touching my nuts. I thought she was crazy for doing this, but then, she had the reputation as being crazy with us kids anyway.
"After a while, she looked up at me and she had the biggest smile ever. Her eyes looked like she was crying, all misty and bleaming. Then she stood up and started playing with herself. I mean, she started playing with her tits. The nipples were real hard and she pinched and twisted them with her fingers. My dingus was still out of my pants, and it started getting hard again. She told me I could play with myself if I wanted, but to let her know before I started to come. She said she wanted to drink it again.
"I was too fascinated by watching her to play with my dingus, though. I had never seen a woman do these things and I had been told it was bad. Now, here I was, watching an adult do it.
"She opened her legs a little and started running one hand up and down that thick hair there. I could see a little pink past her hair, and it didn't look much different than the little girls, only bigger and it was wet. She asked me if I would like to touch her there, but I didn't want to stick my fingers on that messy thing. She laughed about it, and said she didn't mind, that she enjoyed doing it to herself. She told me she liked to suck a boy's pecker the way she had done mine, but since her husband had left her, she didn't have one to play with or suck on. She kind of shuddered a little, her titties flopping around, then she sat back in her chair, not even closing her robe.
"Mrs. Arnstein told me I could come to her house anytime I wanted and she would suck my dingus for me, but I had to keep it a secret from all the other kids, and especially my parents. I wasn't about to tell anyone ... I was too scared.
"I told her I had to go, that my mother would be looking for me. 'But you can't leave yet, Buddy,' she said. 'I've still got to punish you for pissing in my flower bed. That is, unless you want me to tell your parents.'
"I certainly didn't want her to tell them. I asked her how she was going to punish me, thinking it couldn't be too bad, not if she wanted me to come back and let her play with my dingus. I thought I could always tell on her if she hurt me. I knew a grown woman wasn't supposed to mess around with a little kid like me. She could get into a lot of trouble.
"She said she was going to spank me, but that she wouldn't make it a hard spanking since I was a nice sweet little boy. I began to get excited about getting spanked, and my dingus, which was still out of my pants, rose up hard. She told me to let my pants down around my ankles. I wasn't so afraid now, and I did what she asked. She had me lean over the kitchen table, and with my naked tail in position, she started paddling me with her hand. Each time she smacked my tail, my dingus would jerk and my nuts drew up tight against it.
"After she had swatted me a couple of times, she reached between my legs and rubbed her hand up and down my dingus, saying she was thrilled because it was so hard. Then she got her belt and started smacking my tail with that. I liked the leather on my tail better than her hand. It made a much nicer sound and it warmed my naked skin better.
"I could feel my tail getting red as she brought the belt down on me, and the warm glow started to fill my body. I squirmed my chest and stomach on the table and shoved my tail up at her as she spanked me. She giggled about the way I was moving around, and once more she reached down to see if my dingus was still hard.
"She doubled the belt then, and while she was on her knees, she spanked my tail and rubbed her hand back and forth on my dingus. 'Tell me, Buddy,' she said, 'when you feel like coming. I want you to come in my mouth again.'
"She began bringing the belt down harder on my naked tail, but unlike the hard spankings my mother gave me, it felt good. My dingus was real hard and her hand squeezed it tight as she jerked back and forth, keeping the belt slapping my tail. I was dancing around on my feet now, but it wasn't because I felt pain. Oh, there was pain, sure ... but it was the kind that I wanted. It felt so good, that when I started to come off, I couldn't talk ... couldn't let her know. Her hand was pumping real fast now, and the belt was causing so much good feelings to run through me, my dingus suddenly started coming. The stuff got all over her hand and she kind of groaned. Mrs. Arnstein dropped the belt and turned loose my dingus. I couldn't help but watch her as she licked the goo from her hand. Her eyes were bright and she made me think of a madwoman I had seen in a movie once.
"After she had licked all the slimy goo from her hand, she leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up the stuff that was on my dingus and nuts.
"She told me she was disappointed in not feeling it squirt into her mouth. I said I had been too excited and couldn't talk at the time. She smiled at me and petted my dingus like it was a pet or something, saying that I must be punished for not letting it go off in her mouth. She said I must return to her house either that evening or the following morning for another spanking.
"I thought about what I had done that afternoon, and decided I liked it very much. I didn't say anything to my friends or my parents, of course. When the kids wanted to pull a few flowers from her beds near the sidewalk, I wouldn't go with them. I begged off, saying I had some things to do.
"I didn't go back to Mrs. Arnstein's house that evening, but I was there the following morning about ten o'clock. I hung around outside--on the side of the house where I had peed in her flower bed. I was still afraid to just walk up and ring the bell. I didn't want any of the kids to see me there, either. Finally, Mrs. Arnstein opened the door and started to come out. She saw me standing there and smiled. 'Why didn't you ring the bell, Buddy?' she asked. 'I've been waiting for you.'
"She was dressed in a summer frock that day, a nice pretty yellow one. When I went into her house, she took me into the living room this time. All around she had pictures of women spanking young kids. I was surprised she would have them right out in the open, because some of them had the boy's with hard dinguses and the women--some of them--were naked. She asked me if I liked her pictures, and I was excited by them. She wanted to know why I didn't come with the other kids yesterday to pull some of her flowers, and I told her I didn't want to cause any more trouble for her. She laughed and said I didn't cause trouble for her, that I only gave her pleasure. She told me I should keep on doing things with the other kids so as not to arouse suspicion about what we were doing.
"After I had looked at her pictures, she told me I should get completely naked for my spanking this day. After I had removed my clothes, she told me I shouldn't forget to tell her when I was ready to come because it was what she wanted.
"Mrs. Arnstein brought out a paddle that looked something like a ping-pong paddle, but it had a longer handle on it. She said it made a real nice sound when it struck the naked tail, and my dingus started getting hard just by thinking about it. She smiled when she saw it getting up, and reached out to play with it for just a minute or two. She asked me if I would like for her to get naked with me, but I told her it didn't make any difference to me. She thought it was funny that I had no desire to see her naked, but she kept her clothes on anyway.
"She had me lean over the arm of the couch, with my tail up in the air. When she ran her hand underneath to touch my dingus, she had me move back a little so she could get her hand around it. Then, she started placing the paddle on each of my cheeks. The sound was different from a hand of the belt, and it made my tail smart real nice. I liked it better than the hand or belt, too.
"Mrs. Arnstein got on her knees again and, while she paddled me, she jerked her hand on my dingus, sometimes playing with my nuts. She spanked me very hard, but she was talking to my tail and dingus as if they were babies. 'Pretty things,' she would say, 'such sweet ass-cheeks. My, now red you get! And you, you sweet little pricky ... so hard and delicious. Are you going to come in my mouth this time, dear thing?' I thought it was crazy of her to talk to my dingus and tail that way, but I didn't care as long as she kept on spanking me.
"After she had whacked my naked tail for about five minutes, she dropped the paddle and, with a loud moan, started kissing my tail. I was startled to feel her lips on my naked tail. I had never thought of such a thing being done to me. Of course, I had heard the expressions such as ass-kisser and tongue fucker, but I never really thought of anyone actually doing such things.
"Mrs. Arnstein was making sounds like a crazy woman as she kissed my tail, even licking at my cheeks with her tongue. Her hand kept right on jerking up and down my dingus, too. By the time she finished kissing and licking at my glowing tail, I was about ready to come. I told her this and she started spanking me again. Her hand moved in rhythm on my dingus with the paddle, and when I felt my come starting to spurt, I told her. She twisted me around by hanging onto my dingus and when I was facing her, she opened her mouth and sucked the whole thing way into her throat. She twisted her head about and sucked real hard, using her tongue all over me. She ran her hands around to grip my still smarting tail and started making my hips move back and forth, driving my dingus in and out of her mouth. She felt warm and very slippery inside, and it felt as though she was swallowing my dingus right down her throat. Then I started coming. She moaned and her eyes looked up at me, but they were glassy and I don't think she was actually seeing me. Her whole body was shaking as she sucked the stuff out of me and swallowed it.
"When she finished, she told that just tasting my come squirt into her mouth made her slit come, too. She said she got her kicks by spanking a naked ass and then letting the prick squirt into her mouth. She told me she had always come off when the boy or man squirted his stuff down her throat. I thought she was kind of nuts, but it didn't make any difference to me as long as she would spank me.
"I let Mrs. Arnstein spank me for about a year, and it was always good. She always sucked me when I started to come, too. She asked me many times if I would like to fuck her and come in her slit, but that didn't interest me any. I thought about fucking her, just to say I had fucked a grown woman, but who would have believed me? Besides, if I said anything about fucking her, then I'd have to tell all the rest, too.
"After that, we moved out of the neighborhood. I've missed Mrs. Arnstein and thought many times of taking the bus across town to see her. There's another woman in our new neighborhood who lives alone, and I've been watching her pretty close. She don't have much to do with anyone, but she never chases the kids off her lawn, either. I seldom see her, but I'm afraid to get friendly because you never can tell about an adult.
"I've tried to be spanked by a girl my own age, but it just isn't the same. I like older women, at least in their forties. They know how to spank real good. A kid don't know anything about spanking ... except the ones he gets at home."
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Buddy will continue his search for an older woman to spank him. His desire for spanking, initially to get attention from his mother, developed into a sexual thing for him. I don't know if he can achieve an orgasm without the further stimulation of orality or not. The one incident where Mrs. Arnstein accepted his discharge in her hand is not significant since the usual procedure after that was fellatio.
It is quite possible that Buddy, when he becomes of marriageable age, will seek out a woman at least twenty years older than he, and of course, she must be a spanker. When he came to my attention, he was a very tormented young man.
His desire to be spanked was so great, he would masturbate with visions of being spanked by a variety of women, all in their forties. For the past year, he has been unable to indulge his desires. His mother no longer spanks him because she considers him to be too old. Although my therapy has relieved his mental torture to some degree, he will never be considered 'normal' in his sexual relations.
CONCLUSION
As I have tried to show, the spanking syndrome is not a specific deviation among just adults, those who are jaded to the point of seeking farther and more bizarre means of achieving orgasm--it also is an activity of the young.
True, there are clubs or groups of men and women who desire this particular type of sexual fun, but as stated, they are hard to find. Pain, or the pleasures of pain, usually begins with mild spankings on the buttocks of a partner.
Many times, this will branch off into the more deviant aspects of sexuality whereby it becomes sadistic in nature, even to the point of flagellation. Most times, if the desire to spank develops into flagellation, a great deal of pain and, many times, serious injury can result to the recipient. However, mild spanking is not considered to be a perversion in that there are far too many men and women who utilize spanking as a sexual foreplay.
Most of us know that a certain amount of pain is quite pleasurable. A woman for instance, who has her nipples pinched and twisted during an energetic sexual relationship, will readily admit that the sharp pain she feels increases her passion. This although not related to spanking, is a form of pleasure-pain that many women seek.
A man, different in physical and psychological make-up, seeks pain in a different manner. Usually, as mentioned previously, he will seek spanking as a means of punishment for some wrong he has committed, or some wrong he will admit to.
The proximity of the buttocks to the genital area, and also one of the erotic zones of both male and female, responds greatly to stimulation of various forms. When the buttocks are petted and caressed, it is no mystery to find the man becoming aroused to the point of erection. And, on certain men, if the petting is in the form of a spanking, many men will achieve an ejaculation simply with this method of paddling. I have tried to point out the severity of some spankings and the results on the male.
A man who enjoys a mild paddling on his naked bottom will be turned off if the pain becomes too severe, and on the other hand, a man who desires a hard spanking will not erect if the pain is too mild.
The female who administers the spanking is playing a mother role. She is disciplining a rowdy child. She may enjoy the sounds of her hand on the naked buttocks to the point of orgasm, or she may simply thrill to the way the flesh turns color. She may or may not achieve orgasm during the spanking, however she will receive a great deal of pleasure, after which copulation or oral-genital relations will be of a greater intensity for her.
Of all the sexual deviations, those who seek pleasure-pain through spanking or flagellation, they are the least understood. Hopefully, as more and more of this syndrome comes to light, we will develop a better understanding.
