Hyacinth Higgenbottom's Ample Bum

HYACINTH HIGGENBOTTOM’S AMPLE BUM

I suppose I have to admit I am a very naughty girl.

I didn’t think that I was until I got to Saint Brendan’s and met dear Sister Ursula. She showed me the error of my ways and worked very hard to straighten me out and put me on the right path to being an obedient wife to my future husband.

My mum sent me a little cake last week for my 17 th birthday. It was the first birthday I had spent away from the comfort and safety of my own home. Please don’t think badly of me it I tell you that I enjoyed the birthday spanking given to me for the first time on my 16 th birthday. My daddy and my two older brothers each took a turn in giving me 16 good solid whacks on my bottom for “good luck”. Mum insisted that my panties stay up even though I was perfectly willing to have my handsome older brothers have a go at my bare bottom.

I was laughing and struggling so hard that I never noticed how wet my panties were until I went upstairs to tinkle. I thought at first I might have had an accident when I was being spanked but this was a different kind of liquid and kind of sticky. I figured it was because I had wiggled so much on daddy’s and my two brothers laps. They didn’t seem to mind though and they were enjoying it as much as me because I could feel their man sticks poking my belly.

This year I didn’t have anyone to give me a “good luck” spanking so I was a bit disappointed.

Then I decided to be a bad girl in class. I knew Sister Ursula would be forced to do my bottom after school. She was very strict about misbehavior and all the girls minded their manners around her. I have to tell you I have a bit of a thing for Sister Ursula. She is so high class and just perfect. When I am close to her, I seem to get all gawky and nervous. My heart beats faster and I try to touch her somewhere even if it is just her elbow or her hand. It sends shivers up my spine and I feel myself going all gooey inside whenever I think of her. Sometimes I wonder what she would look like without all those heavy black robes covering her all over.

I think I have a fairly decent figure.

I am not really overweight although I do have a full bosom and my ass is quite ample. I sensed that Sister Ursula really like to correct my bottom with her bare hand because I had a nice full layer of flesh all over my hips and ass cheeks. When I looked in the mirror in my room, I could see how they jiggled about when I gave them a good smack.

I knew Sister had a “thing” for petite little Tess with the tender little bottom. I was lucky enough to see Mother Superior give miss “nose in the air” Tess a good panties-down spanking in the gym because she refused to do the rope climb. The sight of her little bum bouncing and the way she pleaded for mercy was worth the price of a ticket to watch.

I made a conscious effort to imitate Tess’s wiggling and pleading in order to heighten Sister Ursula’s enjoyment of administering her corrections to me as I stretched across her lap. The last time, her huge rosary had wound up tangled between my legs and I really had to wiggle to get the pressure off. I wondered if it was a sin to even be in that position as I am sure neither Sister Ursula nor I meant any disrespect at all.

The look Tess gave me when I pulled her pig-tail real hard in class was funny. I made sure Sister Ursula saw me and she came down the aisle real fast and grabbed me by my ear. I spent the rest of the class facing into the corner and rubbing my poor ear. I covered my smile when Sister told me to see her right after school was over.

I knew I was going to get my birthday “good luck” spanking after all.

Before I reported to Sister Ursula for my punishment, I went to the bathroom and lifted my skirt to pull my panties up tight into my ass crack like the forbidden thongs advertised in the fashion magazines. My round white globes had a nice little gap now that would be tempting to Sister Ursula to redden up with her stinging fingers. I resisted rubbing myself down there because I wanted to get the special feeling that Sister Ursula’s hands gave to me when I was over her knee.

I could tell Sister Ursula was preoccupied when I came into the classroom.

“Get up here right now, Miss Higgenbottom!”

I scurried to obey her command.

“Yes, Sister. Sorry I am late, Sister. Do I have to get extra?”

My favorite teacher pulled up her billowing sleeves and sat in the discipline chair with her legs spread wide.

“Upsey Daisy, little Higgy and don’t be slow.”

I pulled up my uniform skirt and tucked the hem in my belt. When I bent across the attractive nun’s soft lap, my arm rested innocently right on her flat tummy. Her gasp of surprise at my bare bottom was absolutely delicious. I started to leak almost immediately.

“Miss Higgenbottom. You are a decidedly nasty little girl. Pulling your knickers all up inside your bum like that. You should be ashamed.”

I felt Sister Ursula’s hand rub my scrunched up panties buried deep in my crack and trace a little line down the sides of my spread open gap with her nicely tended fingernails. I came dangerously close to humping myself on Sister Ursula’s leg like a badly trained puppy dog. My stifled whimper was audible in the small classroom and I could feel her legs shifting as she explored my canyon of hot desire.

“I think you are testing me, missy. I am going to give you 15 for your actions in the classroom and 10 more for displaying your chubby little cheeks. If you don’t ring out a “Thank you, Sister” after each one, I will add another 10 for good measure.”

That was music to my ears. I knew that I would be leaking big time long before we ever got to either 25 or 35 good hard blows on my bottom. My “Thank you, Sister’s” rang out loud and clear and by the time we got to 19, I had achieved a very satisfactory release of my female juices that left me feeling quite giddy and weak in my knees.

I did get a full 35 on my birthday from Sister Ursula as I purposely forgot one of my “Thank you, Sister’s” just to get the extra 10 blows. I looked up at the dedicated nun and saw that she was in throes of an orgasm of her own as I wiggled incessantly on her pubic mound.

We neither spoke nor moved for several moments. Then Sister Ursula slid her hand under my tummy and inside my white cotton panties. She quickly found my tiny clitoris and rubbed it with an experienced and steady hand. Her other hand pushed my wedged up knickers to the side and she pushed her strong thumb up deep inside my little brown eye. I was “getting it from both ends” and loving every second of it.

“Thank you, Sister. Thank you ever so much. You are making me a good girl, Sister. I promise I will be good, just please don’t stop. It is ever so good, Sister.”

I pushed down to escape the ravaging thumb only to be impaled by her probing middle finger at the other end. Up and down I went on a “merry-go-round” of sensual exploration. Soon, I was hanging onto Sister Ursula’s robes and gasping my excitement in garbled words that made absolutely no sense at all.

Slowly, I slid off Sister Ursula’s lap onto the classroom floor right at her feet. I was like a little puddle of satisfied female flesh quivering in sated disrepair.

“Your bottom was quite satisfactory, my dear, I think we will make a good girl of you, after all.”

I looked up without speaking because I was still that stirred up by the good Sister’s ministrations.

Sister Ursula raised her robe a bit and from my position at her ankles I was able to see up her beautifully shaped legs all the way to the promised land of discreetly covered honey.

Was I being foolish or was this an unspoken invitation?

I was so filled with desire and a wish to repay the sweet teacher with my loving tongue that I recklessly introduced my head under her robes and licked her high up on the inside of her delicately spread open legs. Sister Ursula shuddered and grabbed the back of my head. For a moment, I was afraid she would reject me like the little worm that I am. Such was not the case, for she guided me into a perfect landing on her panty covered labia. I kissed her with wild abandon and pushed my tongue against the white cotton. The combination of her leaking puss and my saliva made the fabric sopping wet and easy to push inside her opening lips. I had impaled my Goddess with the weapon of my tongue. The taste of her essence was both energy and light to my needy body. I sucked and drained her of her juices and swallowed them all into my tummy.

It seemed like a long time later that I felt her bucking under my mouth and she hit the back of my head as if I was an interloper in her garden of paradise. I was a very inexperienced girl but I was wise enough to understand I had given my favorite person a gift that she valued and would remember for quite some time.

It was at that very instant that I realized just how bad I really was. I deserved to be spanked ten times over for my impetuous trampling of Sister Ursula’s divine little garden. I hoped and prayed that she would not be angry at me for my naughty ways.

I was making ready to leave her presence, when I noticed a tear in the corner of her eye. I was instantly angry at myself for disturbing my perfect teacher with my silly actions.

Sister Ursula reached out her hand and pulled me closer before I could make my exit.

“I thank you, little Higgy, you are my special friend. I will be sure to keep you on the straight and narrow with my full attention from here on out.”

Then, she pulled my face down and gave me a kiss on the lips that made my head spin.

I left the classroom with stars in my eyes and a tingle in my pussy that made me feel ever so good.