A Lesson

I had a date on Friday night with Scott. He was a new boyfriend and naturally my parents had vetted him. They decided he passed inspection and permitted the date. Hey, I was eighteen and didn't actually need their permission but I had a much more peaceful life if I had it.

When I said he passed inspection my dad's comment was not to worry. I could handle him if I had to. My mother was a little dubious but went along with what my father said.

So we went out and had a nice friendly date. I enjoyed myself and I had the impression that so did Scott. It was on the way home that things got a little sticky.

We stopped at a park on the way to my place. I'd expected something like that to happen. We flirted and kissed a bit, as expected. I slapped down wandering hands. They could wander but only where I permitted. Other areas were strictly off limits.

Scott started to get a bit more serious in his attempts to grope me and I spoke up.

"No, Scott. Time to take me home, please." I was firm but polite, making my intentions clear. Scott sighed and turned on the interior light.

"Jessica, we have plenty of time. Let's get a lot better acquainted. Don't worry. You'll enjoy yourself."

"I won't, because nothing is going to happen."

"What makes you think you have a choice?" he asked, sounding somewhat arrogant.

"Because if you try to force the issue I'll fight you. I know you're bigger and stronger than me and could probably force me but several things would happen. I would leave scratches on your face that would really mark you. Your using force would result in bruises and possibly cuts to me, showing I'd been assaulted. My father is an ex-marine and he'd put you in hospital. While you're in hospital the police would want a word with you. Shall we go home now?"

Scott turned off the interior light, started the car, and drove me home. He escorted me to the front door and gave me a goodnight kiss. I have to admit he could kiss very well.

"So, a date tomorrow?" he asked.

I considered it and agreed. Why not? He knew where I drew the line and I didn't think he'd cross it. Sure, he'd try to seduce me, but that was standard.

I dated Scott several more times and things went as I expected. We had fun, we necked, he'd try it on and I'd resist. I'll admit I may have been tempted to extend the boundaries slightly, but refrained. There was a difference between flirting and leading a boy on and I wasn't going to do that.

One Saturday afternoon I had a tentative date with Scott. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it and warned him of that. He said not to worry, if I didn't make it I didn't.

I fronted up about an hour late and rang the doorbell. Scott's father, Vince answered the door.

"Ah, Jessica, you're too late, I'm afraid. Scott waited but when you didn't show he assumed you couldn't make it and went out with some of his mates. He told me you warned him that you might have to give it a miss."

I sighed. "True. I should have called and let him know I was on my way. Silly of me."

"Agreed," said Vince with a smile. "However, since you're here why don't you come inside for a while? There's something I want to discuss with you."

Curious I went in and took a seat.

"That first time Scott took you out, when he got home he was rather quiet and I knew that something had knocked his confidence. I didn't ask, assuming he'd tell me if he wanted to. A few days later he told me what happened, how he'd come on far too strong and you'd put his back in his box."

I didn't say anything, just waiting to see where he was going.

"First, I'd like to apologize for his behavior. He knows better. Second, I'd like to congratulate you on the way you handled it. If you'd panicked things might have got very messy. You kept your head and gave him logical reasons to pull his head in. It was a salutary lesson for him. However, I'm worried you might have learnt the wrong thing."

"What do you mean?"

He held out his hands. "Give me your hands."

Puzzled, I crossed to where he was sitting, holding his hands out, and placed my hands on them. His hands promptly closed over mine, moved my arms apart, pushing them behind me, and then took both of my hands in one of his.

He smiled. "Now let me see you fight me. To give you an incentive I'll pull down your panties and smack your bare bottom."

"WHAT! You wouldn't dare."

He gave me what looked like a very happy smile.

"You won't be scratching me and I won't be bruising you. No evidence that I peeled off your panties and spanked you."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Just teaching you to not be over confident and to take better care of yourself. If Scott had really wanted to he'd have caught your wrists before you could scratch him. Instead he bowed to your determination."

"Alright, I get the point. Let me go."

For answer he lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. I was beyond shock. I couldn't believe he'd done that. What was worse he lifted my dress again so he could look at me.

"Stop that!"

"Make me."

I wanted to struggle but didn't know how. My arms were caught and about all I could do was try to kick him. I had no idea what to do. Things promptly got worse when he calmly pushed me over his knee.

"Don't you dare," I yelled and he laughed.

My dress was flipped up and pushed up around my waist. My bottom was now on display and from my knowledge of human anatomy that wasn't all I was displaying. His hand came down upon my bottom in a firm spank. I squealed. I'm not kidding, I squealed like a little girl.

"How dare you? You stop that!"

Yeah. That worked. His hand came down again. The first spank had been on my right cheek. This one was on my left. I protested again and his hand came down again. That one actually made me freeze in shock. It hadn't been my bottom. I'll let you guess where he'd dropped that spank.

I was so shocked over that I just couldn't say anything. I was struggling to believe he'd actually done that.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, finally finding my voice.

"Educating you. You're over-confident and need to learn."

"I've learnt. You can stop now."

"No, no. I think I should really emphasize the lesson."

With that he continued the spanking and all I could do was lie there and take it. I was feeling absolutely helpless and the fact that he kept on spanking my vulva just increased that feeling.

This wasn't just a quick spank, spank, spank. He was taking his time and being very careful where his hand landed. It wasn't until he'd been spanking me for several minutes that a couple of things registered.

He wasn't spanking me hard. The spanks were loud but only smarted rather than really hurt. If anything they were exciting me rather than causing pain. As for the spanks on my vulva they simply started arousing me. Of course the feeling of helplessness seemed to contribute to the arousal.

Vince finally stopped the spanking. Yes, my bottom was smarting but that was nothing really. What was something was that the last 'spank' had been on my vulva and his hand was still there. And it wasn't stationary, either. He was rubbing against me, teasing me, his fingers occasionally dipping into my hot moistness. I was slowly going out of my mind. This had to stop.

His hand finally stopped that damned erotic massage.

"I guess I should say lesson complete and leave you be," he said, his hand still resting on an intimate part of my body.

I was outraged. Yes, I wanted him to stop, but not yet.

"What are you talking about," I demanded. "Do you intend to leave me like this?" How dare he?

"Oh, you want me to continue for a bit longer? How thoughtless of me. Why don't you kneel on the carpet for a short while?"

He sort of guided me down so that I knelt on the carpet. Then he had me lean forward so I was on all fours. He moved behind me, starting to rub me again. After doing that for a minute or so, my arousal so hot it was burning me, I felt him stretching the entrance to my passage. This was immediately followed up by him starting to insert something into my passage.

Something hell. I knew precisely what he was inserting. I think I was going into shock, ready to burst his eardrums with my screams, when a little voice whispered to me 'you demanded he do this. Remember?'

I stopped short, trying to recall what I'd said. I hadn't specifically asked for this but my complaint could easily be taken that way. I couldn't really protest over him doing what he thought I wanted. (If he did think that.)

While I dithered he acted, his cock happily sinking into me. I was so fascinated by what was happening I barely noticed my virginity falling by the wayside. It didn't take long before what felt like a lot of long, thick, cock was firmly inside me, skewering me.

He held still for a moment while I tried to adjust to this unexpected intrusion. How the hell had this come about? I felt his hands under my top, then my bra loosened and his arms went around me, hands now under my bra, holding my breasts.

With that accomplished he started to move, slowly pumping into me and withdrawing, stroking my breasts with the same rhythm. I was gasping slightly, the feelings being generated were absolutely amazing. I mean, I was feeling just WOW.

At first I just stayed the way he'd positioned me, lapping up those sensations like a cat at the cream. It didn't take long for me to realize it wasn't enough. That's when I found myself starting to move with him, pushing to meet him on each thrust, urging him to go deeper.

After a while I found myself urging him to go faster, harder. The rotten man just laughed at me, maintaining the same relatively slow pace. (Not as slow as when he started but also not as fast as I wanted. He had the hide to tell me not to be greedy.)

He kept on going and I was totally lost in a world of sensation. I didn't even register the fact that he'd suddenly stepped on the accelerator until I realized I was about to climax. It suddenly dawned on me that he was banging away so fast that you'd be forgiven for thinking sex was going out of style and he was getting his last desperate piece.

I climaxed and let me tell you that self-administered climaxes didn't start to compare. Afterwards I just collapsed face down on the carpet, totally spent.

After that, as I departed, I realized I had a problem. There was no way Scott was going to get lucky and I'd have to drop him. On the other hand, how did I get Vince to teach me another lesson? An interesting puzzle.