From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Thu May 08 22:28:38 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: PROM NIGHT
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 9 May 1997 02:28:38 GMT
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     I thought that I would relate some of my personal
experiences for all of you to enjoy. I am a 5'7" blonde with blue
eyes. I am now 24 years old. Most of these experiences occurred
several years ago, but I hope I've remembered them clearly enough. 
I've changed the names when necessary to protect mine and others
privacy.

                    PROM NIGHT

     My first time having an orgasm occurred when I was 18 years
old. You have to understand that I came from a very strict
family. I wasn't allowed to date at all except for this night. My
step-father (my real father died when I was three), thought that
girls should not be going out with boys until they were in
college.
     He relented on letting me go out on my prom night though. I
went with my friend Phil who I knew from class together. Phil was
this great looking guy, dark hair and eyes, about six feet tall
with a great build. He was also on the football team. I was
pretty surprised that he had asked me to the dance, since I
didn't think he even noticed me at all.
     The dance itself was uneventful. Dancing was a lot of fun,
and just being out was so liberating. 
     I started to get turned on when Phil used his teeth to
remove my garter. Luckily my girlfriends gave me a lot of
coaching about the traditions of prom. I had also borrowed most
of my clothing from friends as well, since I had never been
allowed to buy anything resembling evening wear. One piece which
a girlfriend suggested was to wear a garter belt and stockings. I
borrowed some and bought a panty and bra set to match. Phil's
eyes got real big when he got a glimpse of what I was wearing.
     On the drive home, Phil suggested that we go to Lookout
Point. I knew this was the local makeout spot but I didn't mind.
I had never been there so I was curious as to what it was like.
     When we got there, Phil found a nice spot away from
everyone. He also produced some wine which we started to drink.
We sat talking for a while, getting buzzed on the wine. Suddenly
Phil reached over and kissed me real gently on the lips. I was
pretty surprised, but I didn't move away. He moved in again to
kiss me. This time I met him halfway, as we embraced and kissed
with more passion.
     I had made out before, but this seemed more passionate than
with any other guy. Phil was running his hands along the side of
my face and neck. He started moving lower and lower untill he was
brushing the side of my breasts with his hands. By this point I
had could feel my insides churning from both nervousness and
excitement. I was having these conflicts because I knew I was
doing something forbidden, but I could feel my body responding to
all of Phil's touches and kisses.
     As we continued kissing, Phil had slipped the shoulders
straps off my dress. He also reached around and unzipped my dress
down to the waist. He was fumbling a bit, so I helped him undo my
bra, which we then discarded on the floor of the car. 
     My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. Phil's nibbling
and kisses on them only made them more sensitive and hot. My
chest tightened from his gently licks and the kneading of my
breasts.
     By now, all thoughts of making Phil stop was abandoned. When
he reached for my leg, I spread them slightly so that he would
have better access. He told me how excited he was when he noticed
I was wearing a garter belt instead of panty hose. He asked if he
could get a better view of them thant the quick glimpse he had
gotten earlier. I complied by lifting off the seat so that he
could slide my dress up to my waist.
     He gave me some nice compliments about my long, shapely
legs, and proceeded to kiss me again, this time rubbing the top
of my stockings and panties. He also deftly reached over and
reclined both our seats back. 
     The attention he was giving to my legs and panties was
making my whole body warm all over. I could feel his fingers
massaging my clitoris through the silk of my underwear. Phil then
pulled my panties aside so that he could get direct access to my
pussy. I gasped when he touched my bare skin. No man except a
doctor had ever touched me there before. He ran his finger up and
down my slit, coating his finger with my juices. Every once in
awhile he would stick his finger partially inside me. He used the
lubrication on my clitoris with tremendous effect.
     Without warning I felt my entire body shake and twitch as an
enormous wave swept through my body. I lost all control as I
maoned and gasped for what went on for minutes. My orgasm so
overwelmed me so much that I started crying and laughing at the
same time. I had never had such an over-powering sensation as I
felt then.
     Phil smiled as he said it looked like I liked what had just
happened. He then asked if we could work on the same feeling for
him. I told him yes, anything he wanted. I felt so grateful to
him for giving me my first release that I would have done
anything at this point. 
     He asked if we could have sex. I had anticipated he would
want to do it but, it still frightened me just the same. I told
him I would, but there didn't seem to be a whole lot of room in
his car which was a sports car.
     He asked about going outside. I was scared that someone
would come by and see us, but I figured I owed it to him to do
it. So we went outside and tried to see what would be a good way
to have sex.
     The road and grass was too rocky and dirty to be comfortable
so he suggested on top of the car. I took off my dress and laid
it in the car so that it wouldn't get dirty. I must say it was
thrilling to be walking around outside with nothing on but
panties, garter belt, stocking and heels.
     Phil set my hands on the front grill of the car so that I
was bent over. He started massaging my boobs which were hanging
down very noticably. With one swift motion, he pulled my panties
to my ankles so that I could step out of them. I had worn them
outside my garter belt, not because I had expected this to
happen, but because it's easier to go to the washroom without
having to undo the garters. He then adjusted my legs until they
were spread apart. While doing that, he ran his finger along my
distended lower lips so that it sent tingles through my body
again.
     When he felt everything was just right, I heard him unbuckle
and unzip his pants. With one hand he grabbed my hip and the
other he guilded his penis to me. He rubbed it up and down my now
sopping wet lower lips to fully cover the head of his penis with
my wetness. Then with both hands on my hip, he slowly pressed
forward easing his penis inside me. I felt my insides stretching
to surround this welcome intruder.
     I moaned as his full manhood was now inside. He then started
thrusting faster and faster. With a loud grunt I felt his shudder
as he came inside me. I could feel the hot cum inside my vagina
as he released his load.
     Just then, two flashlights caught us in it's glare. Phil
quickly pulled out, his penis wet from mine and his juices. A
voice shouted out don't move as they approached. Two policeman
had been patrolling the area looking for kids like us out past
curfew. They let Phil pull his pants up as they lectured us about
how dangerous it was to be out there. I had to stand there naked
since my dress was in the car.
     Finally after several minutes of scolding, they said they
would let us go this time, but not to break curfew again. I was
so red-faced and embarrassed I couldn't even say anything to the
officers. They finally left and Phil and I were allowed to get
dressed and drive away.
     We were pretty silent for awhile, until Phil broke the ice
by asking me if I thought they had been watching the whole time
and only waited until he came to break it up. I don't know why,
but we both started laughing as he drove me home.


                    THE PUNISHMENT

     I was so relieved that I was home. Phil gave me a quick
kiss, and said he would see me tomorrow. We had plans to go out
to a lake for post prom.
     The next challenge was to get into the house without being
noticed. With all the happenings from the night, I was now well
passed the curfew my step-dad had set for me.
     My step-dad was a very strict man. It was because of him I
hadn't been allowed to date until tonight. My two step-brothers
and I had gotten regular spankings growing up. He always spanked
us in the other kids presence in order to set an example for the
others who hadn't misbehaved. Dan was a year older, and Dennis
two years younger.
     Luckily I hadn't misbehaved significantly since I had been
14. That was my last spanking for breaking my mother's lamp when
I was horsing around with my brothers. We had all gotten spanked
that time one after the other.
     As soon as I got in the house I knew I was going to be in
trouble. My step-father was waiting up in the living room. I
asked me where I had been. It was now about 1:30 am, two hours
past my curfew. I replied that Phil and I started talking and
just lost all track of time.
     "Do you know your mother is worried sick about you".
     "I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again", I replied.
     "Of course it won't. And to make sure it won't I'm going to
make sure your bottom is so sore you won't sit for a week."
     "But I'm too old to get spanked anymore", I protested and
started to cry.
     "Nonsense. If you act like a misbehaved child, you'll get
treated like one. Now take off that dress or I'll take it off for
you."
     At this point Dennis walked in wondering what the noise was
about.
     "Your sister has broken the rules and must be punished. Go
wake up your brother too. Now take off that dress like I
ordered."
     I slowly removed my dress. I was so ashamed that I would
soon be getting punished and in so embarrassing a manner at my
age.
     My step-dad was definitely not pleased by what he saw. He
said I looked like a whore wearing the lingerie I had borrowed
and bought. "Take those off right now, young lady!"
     By now both my step brothers were in the room, and all three
watched as I removed my bra, then panties, and finally my panties
and stockings.
     My step father then stepped forward and pulled me across his
lap as he set back down. He then gave me a sharp smack on my
right cheek, followed by the left one. Then the most horrible
thing happened. Because of the spanks on my bare bottom, I spread
my legs a little where his third hit caught me a little between
my legs. He noticed right away that his fingers were damped.
     He stopped his spanking and used both hands to pull my
cheeks apart so that my privates were very exposed. It was pretty
obvious what I had been up to since my lips were caked with wet
cum still. From the way he was examining me, it also must have
been obvious my cherry was broken too.
     He let go of me and set me back on my feet. I tried to cover
my nakedness, I was so ashamed to have been found out. My step -
father was silent as he went to the closet to retrieve a ruler he
used when he was really mad. It was a thin yardstick that he
rarely used.
     "Hah! You're really going to get it now!", Dennis snickered.
     I was too embarrassed to even get mad at him for making fun
of me while I was in this dire predictament.
     "DeAnn, you disappoint me. I have tried to bring you up as a
good girl. What do you do? You act like a slut the first time we
let you go out. I was just going to give you a spanking. but it's
obvious that you need a more severe lesson. Get in position to
get your whipping."
     The position was to get on the large wooden coffee table in
the middle of the room. I had to get on my knees with them apart,
and then put my head down on my hands. I assumed the position with
my rear pointing toward my step dad and brothers.
     I felt so vulnerable being in this position which is
probably what was intended. From here I couldn't hide anything at
all from view. What made it worse too was that I could feel
Phil's cum leaking out of me. A large glob hung on my clitoris,
tickling and teasing me. I thought about using my hand to wipe it
away, but thought that would only draw more attention to it.
     It was almost a relief when he finally started whipping my
upturned rear end. He stopped after fifty strokes, each delivered
with hefty force. All I could do was sob and cry into my hands. 
     Even after he stopped I didn't move for awhile, afraid that
he might start again. Without a word, he dropped his ruler next
to me and went off to bed. My brothers snickered about how my
butt was beet red, but left without saying a word to me. I stayed
like this sobbing for a few minutes before I had the energy to go
to bed as well.
     I cried some more in bed before I finally fell off to sleep.
     The next morning when Phil came to pick me up for the lake,
I was told I couldn't go. Phil didn't understand why, and my step
dad explained everything that had happened and what he knew.
Worse, he ordered me to show the effects of his punishment the
night before. I knew it was useless to argue so I complied.
     I stood in the middle of the room and turned my back on
Phil. I then proceeded to lower the sweatpants and underwear that
I had been wearing. When they were down to my ankles I raised the
sweatshirt I had on to completely expose my rear. I could feel
the heat from his stare on my behind which were criss crossed
with red marks.
     Phil had no idea what to say. When I was finally allowed to
pull my pants back up, he said something to the effect that he
was sorry he got me in trouble, and then quickly left. It was the
last time I ever saw him again.

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