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I returned to college after many years' absence for graduate work and found the place crawling with nubile young flesh. One young lady in particular captivated my interest and did her best to keep me from my studies. She was bright, funny, and certainly kept my interest in other ways as well.
She was a sweet girl, athletic with shining dark hair that would enhance any pillow. I considered myself lucky whenever it graced mine, which in time, became a fairly regular event. Our sexual escapades were mutually satisfying but ... Well, that's my story.
[ READER 1: (Rolling his eyes.) Isn't that quaint? "Gracing his pillow." I think he means he screwed her.
READER 2: (Poking him in the ribs.) Shut up and listen. I think he's trying to tell us she was someone special.
READER 1: (Returning the rib poke but with open hand and aiming a tad higher.) I think you're special.
READER 2: (Gazing lovingly.) You're so romantic. ]
One night we were talking about my previous sexual adventures and I told her about spanking one of my old girlfriends. My new little friend listened to this with rapt attention and ...
[ READER 2: (Getting turned on by the story and READER 1's not too subtle manipulation of her 'ribs'.) Wait a minute! Isn't he going to tell us about spanking his old girlfriend? ]
O.K. Although not directly related to this story I'll give a quick recap.
The incident started when she humiliated me in front of my fellow teaching assistants. I looked like a fool and was really embarrassed, not only for my pride but for her.
Not wanting to make a scene I waited till we were alone and spoke up in defense of my honor. O.K., I did a lot more than speak up. I was pissed and I let her know it. She apologized but that wasn't enough. I asked her what her father would have done if she had pulled a stunt like that as a kid.
She timidly answered, "I would have felt his belt on my bare bottom." I had recently met her father and was having a hard time picturing him doing something like that but the look in her eyes was enough to give me the nerve to try it myself. I ordered her to pull down her jeans and bend over the couch and, to my surprise, she did.
It had to have hurt, but rather than calling the cops or screaming for help, she lay there and accepted her punishment. It ended up with her stripping off the rest of our clothes and sex that lasted well into the morning hours.
We incorporated a little spanking into our night time play (without the belt) and found it quite rewarding until other aspects of our relationship caused the eventual breakup.
[ READER 2: (Sniffling.) So sad. ]
Now back to my new young friend. She listened to this with rapt attention and I couldn't help noticing definite signs of arousal in that enticing body.
However, she vehemently denied having a sexual response and made it quite clear she didn't harbor any thoughts of wanting her own bottom attended to in like manner. I didn't really believe her but I didn't push the issue and we ended the night with that wonderful hair spread across my pillow and contended smiles on our faces.
Over the next couple of weeks I mentioned the topic of spanking a few times and it became a part of our flirting with her taunting, "You wouldn't dare!" when she did something to provoke me and get me to promise to tan her hide. I bided my time. When we were making love I would whisper what I would like to do to her rear end and it always seemed to get her more than a little excited.
On the night in question we sat and talked. The subject of spanking never came up, but I noticed that she was being more feisty than usual, and even recounting some recent misdeeds.
This seemed a perfect opportunity. The house was empty and all her actions were daring me to take firm action so I told her she needed and was going to get a spanking.
She nervously refused when I told her to take off her clothes, so I just guided her across my lap. I figured I'd attend to the clothes as things progressed. She was shaking and I stroked her hair and teased her a little with that old saw, "This is going to hurt me worse than it will you..."
She gave me a look that would have melted the coldest martinet's heart and whispered, "Promise?"
She was still quivering like a leaf as I stroked her bottom and told her how I was going to spank it. I could feel her muscles tighten up and I hadn't even started yet. She looked like an angel lying across my lap like that.
She was silent and seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, although she nodded in understanding when I asked her to tell me if I spanked too hard. I raised her skirt and the candles seem to flicker and reflect off the band of bare skin across her back.
I gently rubbed her soft cotton covered mounds and said I wanted her to tell me when it hurt too much. I also warned that I would not stop until I thought she had enough but that I would keep the swats at or below the level that caused her real pain.
Hearing no objection, I gave her a few swats and rubbed some more. Then a few a bit harder. Enough to bring out a sting and back to rubbing. I repeated this alternation adding more sting to her rear end. Then I slowly pulled her panties down. She gasped, but let me do it.
She was an enchanting picture of sensuality and submissiveness and I saw her watching me watching her. It was time for an extra little surprise.
[ READER 2: (Removing blouse so it won't get wrinkled and need ironing which she hates to do.) Oh good, I like surprises. ]
I'd seen her surreptitiously admiring an antique wooden hairbrush at the flea market the previous weekend so I secretly bought it. She covered her eyes with her hands and clenched her bottom when she saw it in my hand. I gave her a few light taps and then a hard one.
Quick return to gentle caress and two harder ones. I fluctuated between pain and comfort. She never said I was striking too hard but she did try to get up. I held her in position. She was going to see this through.
A few more unsuccessful attempts to break free and she finally gave up. She passively, albeit noisily, accepted the rest of her spanking. The caresses became few and far between as I showed her what a real spanking was like.
It was a tearful but very aroused (I checked) girl I carried to my bed. The ensuing sex was as good as we ever had.
[ READER 1: (Removing his own shirt even though he doesn't care if it needs ironing or not.) I'm all for ensuing sex. ]
Life goes on and she was far too young for us to consider a long term relationship.
I wonder where she is now.
[ READER 2: (Showing READER 1 how to open the world's most complicated bra fastener.) Sigh. Love lost. I love that stuff.
READER 1: (Learning more about engineering that he wants to.) You would. Wait. There's more. ]
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HER VERSION OF THE STORY:
I was much younger and a student in college. I won't say I was entirely innocent but I still had a lot to learn. I fell in love with an older student and we spent a lot of time together, much of it in his bed. He made great use of his experience and taught me a lot of interesting, "graduate level" stuff.
When we weren't busy exploring the physical aspect of our relationship, we would talk till all hours. Many of our discussions were about sex in general and he got me over my embarrassment and induced me to tell him about some of my earlier experiences. My history was limited but he didn't seem to mind and we would playfully re-enact them. We did the same for a few of his previous escapades and my horizons were slowly expanding. The first time he brought up the subject of spanking as a sexual game he described how he had used a belt on his ex-girlfriend's bare bottom.
[ READER 2: (Down to last ten steps required before disclosing bare chest.) Didn't we just hear about that.
READER 1: (Feeling overwhelmed by technology.) It's the same story but told from her point of view.
READER 2: (Breasts free at last.) Let's be quiet and let her tell her side. ]
There was something about the way I responded to him telling me the details that spoke to him and he asked me if I'd like that.
The thought of him doing that sort of thing (and maybe even to me) was actually turning me on but I couldn't tell him that out loud so, of course, I said "No!" To my relief he said he understood perfectly and took me to bed where in spite of myself, the image of him doing that possessed me into a fantastic climax.
In the weeks to follow he kept teasing me and making little "threats" and "promises." I confess that I added fuel by doing things I knew would provoke him and then taunting him with: "You wouldn't dare!" Something about the idea of getting a spanking was starting to haunt me.
He didn't help matters (or maybe he did). When we were making love, he'd describe how he'd spank me until my bottom was bright red. It always got me more excited than I would care to admit. I tried to shake off my interest in this subject but spanking and sex were getting more and more intertwined in my head.
It was inevitable that we finally brought the two together in reality.
All of his roommates were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I don't why I suspected that would be the night, but it was. So I wasn't too surprised to find myself over his lap. He had quietly announced he was going to spank me. I refused his uncharacteristic macho type order to take off my clothes and when he so quickly conceded the point, I figured he would be satisfied with a "play session." Sort of a practice spanking to see what it was like.
I was excited but still a little afraid and I had a few butterflies in my stomach as I took his hand. He guided me down across his lap. There was something exquisite about that moment when I felt his thighs under me and his arm across my back, gently pinning me down.
He caressed me and talked to me at length about "what was coming." I lost myself in the sound of his voice and the candles flickering across the room. I didn't know exactly what to expect but I had been waiting for this and was relieved that he saved me the embarrassment of asking for it.
This was going to be a new direction in our relationship. He lifted my skirt and I was a little more apprehensive but I trusted and believed him when he said he would not really hurt me. The first few slaps with his hand weren't too bad. He started out slow and easy. This was my first spanking and he didn't rush it.
Eventually it began to sting, but in an erotic way. Just when I was beginning to think this wasn't too unpleasant he stopped and slowly pulled down my panties. I knew at that point that this wasn't going to as soft and sweet as I had anticipated but I didn't want him to stop just yet so I raised myself up to let him pull them way down.
I turned to look at him and saw that he was studying me. It was an odd feeling, but not unpleasant. He had numerous opportunities to peruse every part of my body during our time together, and I had willingly displayed all he wished to see or fondle, but never in a setting or a position like this. All of his attention (and mine) was focused on what he had just unveiled.
He smiled and continued to touch me while saying how much he loved me. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him too but stayed silent. I could tell that he was excited, and so was I.
He picked up something off the floor. I turned to look and was sort of sorry I had. It was the large oval hairbrush I saw in the market. We had been walking along just looking at stuff and he made some comment that got me thinking about spanking again and I saw it on a table. I couldn't take my eyes off it as I wondered if it had ever been used for more than hair styling and now here it was and about to meet my bottom.
This was going a little farther than I had anticipated and I was getting scared. I relaxed a bit for the first few swats. They were not near as bad as his last hand spanks but then it landed hard. I bravely endured a few more light swats and almost calmed down when he struck hard again. I tried to get up at that point. I intended to tell him it was interesting but no thanks and that would be the end of it but he was having none of that.
At first I was shocked that he would hold me against my will and then I felt it land anew. What can I say? The hairbrush really stung. Okay. It hurt like hell but he knew exactly what he was doing and he'd alternate some serious spanking with touches and caresses. I was on a roller coaster of pain and loving security.
It was maddening because when he hit hard it really did hurt. I decided I couldn't take any more and tried again to get off his lap.
He didn't let me up and continued to spank me. I tried a few more times to no avail. In retrospect, maybe I wasn't trying as hard as I could and that's why I 'forgot' to speak up and tell him when it really hurt. I guess I truly wanted him to be the one in charge. I had the oddest feeling of gratitude and abandonment when I realized he had already accepted this role. Once I accepted the fact that he *was* totally in control, something inside of me broke loose (maybe a chunk of ice?) and I totally submitted to him.
The swats still hurt as much as before but it was different. Every pain I suffered just made me surrender more of my will to him until he owned me completely. He would be the one to determine what I would or wouldn't endure.
That night, I found a missing piece of myself, a balance to my normal obstinate and controlling nature. I vividly remember my tears and the sting of the sheets on my crimson well-spanked bottom when he laid me back on the bed.
My panties had fallen off somewhere along the line but if they were still on I would have torn them off to show how much I wanted him. Luckily, he didn't need me to tell him anything and what ensued was highly erotic, and even though a little painful at times, it was one of my "peak" experiences.
I wonder where he is now. I still have the hairbrush.
[ READER 2: (Removing skirt. See comment about her blouse.) How romantic.
READER 1: (Removing pants. See comment about his shirt.) Yeah. Remember the first time I spanked you?
READER 2: (Demonstrating that panties have no complicated clasps.) No. Maybe you better show me what it was like.
READER 1: (Pulling READER 2 to his lap.) Come here little co-ed. Its time for some graduate study. ]
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