("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- A Lesson for Bonnie by Sensualspanker (no address provided) *** I was sweet 19 and never been kissed - well that's not exactly true, but it sounds good on paper! Actually I had been rather more than kissed, but I certainly hadn't been spanked until... (M-adult/F-teen, spank) *** Well I'd finished my school year ready to go to university, but had really let things slip a little before my A levels and had ended up with insufficient grades to get into my university of choice. I needed an A and 2 Bs, and while I had achieved my A in History, the English and French Grades were Ds. I could still have got to a lesser college, but I had my heart set on my school of choice. When the results came out I was in floods of tears knowing that I had blown it. However on enquiring on admission policies I was told that if I retook the English and French exams in the winter they would let me in the next year, and I consoled myself that if I studied hard until Christmas and managed the necessary grades, I could take the rest of the year off and travel the world, something I had always wanted to do. My parents were supportive, even if it meant paying for extra tuition, so at the start of September I began to study again. This time though it was particularly difficult. I didn't have the rigours of a school system to make sure I turned up to lessons and studied between them. I did turn up for tuition, but I did just enough between times to give the appearance that I was working. I was actually spending far too much time partying with my friends, playing on my computer and listening to rock music. The only consolation was my tutor. He was only five years older than me with a first class BA degree with English and French as his major subjects. He'd taken a PGCE which would enable him to teach in the school system, but wasn't sure yet whether that was what he really wanted to do. Meanwhile he was earning good money by tutoring me and half a dozen others. His name was Charlie and he was delicious. He'd been to a good English Public School and not only was he good looking, he kept himself super fit through working out and playing top class club rugby. He was about 6 ft 2 with reddish brown hair, a delightful smile and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. As for me, like most girls of my age I had doubts about my attractiveness to the opposite sex. Brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts, decent figure though. In the past, people have said that I was pretty, but I was conscious that maybe I weighed a couple of pounds more than I should have and maybe I should have my breasts enhanced, my nose was too big, my bum was too big. Well looking back they probably weren't, but it seemed that way to me. Charlie was both frustrated by me because of my lack of progress and attracted to me physically. I suppose inevitably we ended up making love, although he was conscious that perhaps it was a little unethical given that he was my teacher. We never did it during the hours set aside for tuition, but after each lesson we went at it like rabbits. My parents used to comment that I always seemed to be glowing after each lesson and assumed it was because things were going well educationally - but they weren't. Charlie was beginning to get angry with me. He knew I wasn't doing much, if any work between lessons and because he was fond of me he wanted me to be able to go to my university of choice. He felt, eventually, that there was only one route now open. After a particularly bad teaching session he sat me down. I was aching to get his kit off and make love but he wouldn't let me touch him. It was almost too much when I wiggled out of my jeans and panties and lay back, legs apart waiting for him to succumb. He was actually quite angry with me, although I thought at the time it was a bit of an act. "Look here Bonnie (short for Bronwen - my father was Welsh). Your parents have entrusted me, and are paying me well, to get you through your English and French A levels with decent grades. You're doing virtually no work at all and I'm afraid you're not going to get there unless you buckle down and study at home. "As nothing I've done yet seems to have had any effect I'm going to implement the old British school remedy which is now unfashionable, and probably illegal. I'm going to put you over my knee and leather your bottom until you learn the error of your ways - and its good of you to have taken off your jeans and panties already - saves me the trouble." So saying he grabbed me by the arm and before I could even utter a word of protest he had me over his knee, clamped my legs still between his own and started to spank me methodically. Well although I struggled, he was really strong and soon my bottom was bright scarlet and stinging like crazy. I'd never been spanked before and it hurt like hell. I struggled and wiggled and still he spanked on - I think he gave me about 70 before he stopped. I just lay there sobbing, but also aware not only of an extremely warm sensation in my bottom (well really hot), but also between my legs. I sensed I was incredibly wet and very excited. I found it hard to believe that I had been turned-on so much by something so inherently painful - and Charlie had spanked me really hard. Charlie realised that too - well I was so wet there that I'd made a damp patch on his lap. "So you like that Bonnie do you?" he said as his fingers started to explore my pussy. Well, I came there, and then with the biggest orgasm I'd ever had and as he kept on playing with me I kept on coming. Eventually he stood me up and hugged me. I kissed him hard pressing my body against him, while reaching down to undo his trousers. We went into his bedroom and lay on the bed while he continued to caress my pussy. I had his cock in my mouth in no time, sliding it in and out as I caressed his balls. He came fast and hard his warm cum tasting so good. When it was all over we lay in each other's arms for what seemed like sweet ages. "I'm not sure that spanking you is going to work as a punishment," Charlie said with a broad smile. "But perhaps not spanking you will. From now on, if you do your work, you'll get a nice sensual spanking from me. If you don't - no spanking and no sex. And you'd better bloody well work." Well it did work for me. Charlie's spankings were wonderful. Over time he even tried out experiments on me, we tried pussy spanking - incredibly erotic - light bondage, all experimental for both of us and had brilliant sex. The harder I worked, the more I was spanked - the more sex we had. I called it my winter of orgasms. I sailed through my exams when they came. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 80