I assumed my position over her knee, her skirt slick over stockinged thighs. She pressed her forearm to my back, her hand nestled in my armpit, close to my breast...my gaze slipped downwards, taking in sheer black hosiery and blood red heels. "You're a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished!" Andromeda chided as her hand swung back and she launched her hand towards my bottom.
"Yes." agreed Suzy, "Bad girls get spanked." and Amber laughed. Andromeda's first slap landed hard and I gasped, lunging in an effort to escape. Her grip on me tightened, she meant business! Two more hard slaps arrived in quick succession, the initial sting seguing to waves of arousal within me, leaving me tingling and wet with passion. Her scent, sweet and subtle, teased my senses, and as further blows landed I groaned, my arousal stronger for the pain.
I had first discovered my passion for spanking when, at school one day, my friends and I had been playing catch and one of the boys suggested a change of the rules. Craig was good looking and I had a bit of a crush on him...sadly, unrequited. "I think the winner should get to spank the loser." he said. Usually, the loser took a knee to the bottom, and play resumed. His suggestion elicited a chorus of approval from the others, and awoke within me new feelings, warm and luscious. A debate arose, however, some of the boys insisting that the girls should be spanked with their skirts lifted, and the girls countering that the boys should accordingly drop their pants for the forfeit. Agreement could not be reached at this, but the banter had already made me wet with excitement. The thought of being bent over, humiliated and exposed in front of others began to feature often at night when I would explore my fantasies, in thrall to my fixation.
In my adolescence, my fetish for spanking was further kindled by a scene in 'Blue Hawaii' in which a spoilt and petulant Jenny Maxwell is dragged from the surf and given 'a good old-fashioned spanking' by Elvis Presley. A few years later in 'True Grit', Glen Campbell jumps a youthful Kim Darby, drags her from her mount and, tearing a branch off a handy bush, gives her a sound birching while John Wayne looks on with delight...despite her protests and struggles, she is unable to break free, and this adds new dimension to my fantasies...I would sit watching these treats, aroused and delighted that none of my family had the faintest idea of how turned on I was. Then, slipping off to my bedroom, I would lie over a pillow with my face buried in the bedspread and with one hand in my knickers, spank myself softly into the night...
At school I frequently got into trouble for talking in class and failing to pay attention. In my earlier years, I was often stood in the corner, yet the embarrassment and humiliation seemed somehow to satisfy some yearning within, perhaps I liked being the centre of attention. In later years, a visit to the headmistress became the norm...I was to discover that the anticipation of a round of verbal abuse and chastisement stimulated me to the point of near orgasm, and after a dressing down, I liked to make a detour to the wash room, where I would masturbate before returning to class. One day, while I was waiting, the urge to satisfy myself overcame me and, without thinking of where I was, slipped a hand between my thighs, caressing the willing flesh. My hand drifted north, and I had just slipped several fingers through my gusset when the principle's door opened, and there I stood, caught in the act, a rabbit in headlights.
The slap she delivered to my face caught me off guard and I staggered with the force of it...I recall to this day the sound reverberating off the corridor walls and tears welling up. "How dare you! Get in here now, you dirty bitch!" and with that, she grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into her office. "I have had enough of your bad behaviour missy, I've half a mind to give you a sound thrashing. Have you no decency?"
"No, miss. Sorry miss." I uttered. Flushed with shame and arousal, I stood at attention in front of her while she seethed with anger.
