The thought of spanking a girl over my lap was the pinnacle of my sexual desires. The trouble was that this was before the internet and spanking was rarely mentioned. There were drips and drabs gently alluded to on TV, in books and now and then in the newspapers. I was also aware of certain specialist publications but I was far too repressed to buy them.
They were strictly for perverts and weirdo's was the consensus of the time and I was far too shy to put my head over the parapet. This conundrum didn't concern me too much at the time anyway as I was far more concerned with getting myself laid. I was only twenty and was still rampant for anything I could get, just so long as it was a girl.
Alas there was nothing on the horizon this particular summer except one girl who was always watching me when I played cricket. Her name was Amber, a sexy petit girl who was always in the tightest of jeans and a smooth white top that showed off her moderately sized smooth mounds. She had short swept blonde hair, blue eyes and a very sexy mouth that put all kinds of lewd thoughts into my mind if I looked too long.
On two evenings a week I would cycle ten miles to the cricket ground after a long walk home from work.
As the weather was so hot at the time I took a long leisurely stroll through suburbia to my humble abode. Of course my attention would always turn to sex and my only plausible fantasy girl then was Amber.
I dreamt of all the ways she would receive my cock away in a world of fantasy. I'd be very hard, erect and very prominent, bulging against my trousers. I always had an awkward walk home dreaming of her and it always ended with me tossing myself off in the shower after my penis had been up for the good part of an hour.
The following weekend I was playing cricket again and Amber was watching. I did quite well and was applauded off the ground by the crowd of thirty or so supporters. As I acknowledged the applause Amber came up to me and asked if she could pose in a photograph with me. I thought it was a joke going over the top with the applause I was getting. I dramatically took her in my arms and let her younger brother Micheal click away.
The very next day we were playing again and once more Amber was there watching me. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and it was very chilly. Amber sat huddled up looking very cold. I asked her if she would like to borrow my jumper and her eyes lit up, "Oh please!" she purred.
I got my fashion knitwear of the time from the dressing room and walked out and handed it to her. As we took to the field I saw her walk towards her house with my jumper on. "Why ask for my jumper and then go home?" I mused.
Days later walking home from work my fantasies of sex with Amber were as potent as ever. The plausibility of sex with her was defiantly having an effect, so much so my straining erection was seeping pre cum trough my trousers.
Again I hit the shower after almost boiling over on the way home and quickly tossed off. A bit later I cycled up to the club and for the first time Amber was there to greet me on a week night. I chatted to her with an inward embarrassment as less than an hour before I had been in the shower dreaming of her on her back taking a good hard fucking.
"Have you got my jumper?" I offered awkwardly in way of conversation, "Oh its in the wash, I'll get it back to you as soon as its dry."
Despite being embarrassed and despite only having shot my bolt an hour before hand I started to get erect again.
"Okay, give it to me when you can then," I blithely replied, the lump in my trousers getting obvious for all to see. I had to move away just in case someone made a remark making Amber feel slighted.
The next match was upon us and I waited to go into bat. I walked nervously around the boundary edge analysing the match intently when I heard "Hello!"
I turned around and it was Amber. My eyes popped out of my head for the first time I saw her in a blue pleated short skirt. She still kept her white tight smooth busted top on but she had now added black heels. She looked gorgeous and I become tongue tied.
"Hello, I blurted doing my best to stop my eyes from wandering.
"You're wearing a skirt," I stuttered, instantly berating myself.
"I want to get my legs tanned," she oozed striking a pose with a hand on her shapely hip.
I was staggered and being lost for words I asked, "Do you have my jumper?"
"Oh no, sorry."
"Its alright I can wait," I assured ,"although I'll be freezing once that cold front comes in!"
Amber stared at me quizzically and then said, "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!"
As soon as her words were out a cry went out from the cricket pitch. My jaw dropped in a quandary as I had to prepare to go in and bat.
"I've got to go," I stuttered as she cooly looked me in the eye and smiled.
I rushed off to get ready to bat with her words ringing loudly in my head "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!"
Even in my conservative way I knew she was on for some sexual fun and now my dreams become more plausible than ever. I put my pads on and then went to put my 'guard' in my jockstrap. This 'guard' was called a 'box' or in our youth 'a bollocks protector', the problem I now had was that through Ambers words I had become very erect! So erect it made the putting on of the box impossible.
The last thing I wanted was to bat with unprotected gonads. There were horror stories of batsman being hospitalised having fluid drained off for a week and some even having to have a testicle removed. There was only one thing for it, to the toilet.
I quickly wanked, with Amber's words in my head, "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!" and was soon shooting my spunk up the wall. The desperation of it all and the cleaning of my spunk from the walls with tissue soon had me limp and safely able to insert my equipment into my 'Guard' and bat safely.
I was soon out in the middle batting and with a hard cricket ball buzzing past my ears I was soon able to concentrate on something other than sex. That was until they put the slower spin bowlers with their not so dangerous bowling.
I saw Amber walking around the boundary the breeze ruffling her skirt. She looked away momentarily and the breeze lifted her skirt revealing briefly a glimpse of her white panties. She turned and pushed down her skirt in embarrassment. She looked towards me and shyly waved half hoping I hadn't seen anything. I waved back but I couldn't undo what I had seen and immediately I was on the rise again! Oh no! I could feel my cock peeking over the edge of my guard and my balls bursting out below!
Every ball the bowler bowled I imagined smashing into my nuts and with protection of my gonads more in mind than my stumps I was soon out and walking back to the pavilion.
I looked for Amber everywhere but couldn't find her and pretty soon we were fielding. I went to the boundary as directed by the captain and waited for the ball to come my way. I heard my name and turned around. It was Amber standing in the bushes over the boundary edge.
I had to look away and concentrate on the game. I waited until a break in the game and I turned to talk to her but she was gone.
The following week I walked home from work eagerly. Sex with Amber was on my mind again and my erection was as prominent as ever. I reached home and jumped in the shower but this time I kept my hands off myself. That was quite a feat and not helped by the strong jet force of the shower splattering hard on my straining purple head.
I had an awkward cycle ride as my hardness somehow made my Perineum hard and sensitive as I peddled and rocked on my narrow saddle.
After an hour I made it too the ground and eagerly sought Amber. I quickly found her as she was noisily arguing with her brother. I don't know what they were arguing about but she suddenly brutally kneed him in the balls. He fell to the ground seamlessly clutching his balls as he cried out in anguish. Amber laughed before seeing me and guiltily moved away embarrassed at being caught in such a vile act.
Micheal was down for ages as we stood over him. He rolled onto his knees and then slowly pulled himself to his feet. He was angry and in tears and said to me, "Do you want to know where your jumper is?"
At this Amber panicked and exploded into a loud ball of expletives trying hard to stop her broken brother from being heard. I looked at her in shock, not thinking of her as a swearer but through her wall of noise I heard her brother say, "She lays on her bed wearing nothing but your jumper and knickers and rubs herself while looking at your photo!"
Amber went ballistic her face red with anger and embarrassment, She hit her brother in a crying rage and ran off in shame as I stood and stared going into shock. I gazed after her feeling happily numb, a girl masturbating over a picture of me!
I helped Micheal along as he walked gingerly still feeling the effects of his gonad bashing. "Are you okay?" I asked uncaringly because in truth I was more interested in Amber's wanking.
"Is that true what you said?"
Micheal looked up and smiled through his pain, "Oh yeah, she's certainly got the hots for you!"
I blushed for a second before regaining my composure. "I'd wondered why I hadn't seen my jumper."
"She's been wearing it all the time, watching Tv, eating dinner and at night," Micheal told with relish, revenge plainly on his lips.
"And you know that time she was up here in her skirt?"
"Yes,"
"She was in the bushes wasn't she?"
Things were beginning to come together and I was feeling a little naive.
"It was so she could get her hand in her knickers while staring at your bum!"
"My bum!"
"Yep! I caught her red handed!"
My head went into a tail spin, It was too much to take in. A girl masturbating to a picture of me, wearing my jumper and then frigging herself in public while looking at my ass. It was unbelievably surreal.
Amber went missing for days after that and I began to think I'd never see her again. Luckily I still had one card to play in order to talk to her again. She still had my jumper and I asked Micheal to tell her to return it . I arranged to meet her late after practice by the village war memorial where no one would be.
Late in the day I went there and much to my delight she was on her own with my jumper.
