Hi, my name is Natalie and let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m 18 and have been for a whole 3 months now I’m somewhat of a tom-boy, most of my friends are guys and they consider me just another one of them but I do have a very feminine side and like to wear pretty dresses just as much as I like to wear a pair of jeans. I am about five foot nine and I have brown blonde hair down past my shoulders and blue eyes and very pale white skin. I’ve been told I am very pretty before by a few different guys but it’s hard to tell when they are serious or when they are just trying to get into your knickers. Why do you need to know all of this? You may be asking yourself well because I’m about to share a story with you. I’m Natalie, I’m 18 and I like getting my ass spanked.
Why? Is a question I ask myself a lot and honestly I don’t know. There is just something about not being in control that scares and thrills me at the same time, the pain and the feeling of the guys cock throbbing against my stomach as he smacks my little red ass. I like knowing that I am turning the guy on, especially when I know he shouldn’t be getting hard over it.
I prefer the human contact of a nice firm hand as opposed to any kind of cane or paddle and to be honest they hurt like hell, I like the feeling of getting my butt smacked but it’s not the pain I like so hitting me with a cane seems pointlessly painful. I like it when they slowly remove layer and layer of my clothes starting with my pants then moving to my panties/pantyhose and then finally the bare ass.
It all started fairly recently, Just this month I have started studying an English class at a local college. What nobody told me though was that English classes are boring as fuck. The classes just weren’t for me and as a result I started slacking off and being a loudmouth. I didn’t do it to intentionally be a brat but I was just bored… at first.
My teacher Mr Cook finally decided that he’d had enough of my bullshit and one day he kept me behind after the class had all gone. I expected the usual preachy bullshit ‘you can achieve so much if you just put your mind to it’ and shit like that. Or maybe a threat instead, like maybe I would get expelled or he would tell my parents or something. Whatever it was I was prepared to take it, or so I thought.
I strolled to the front of the class once everyone had left and I sat on Mr Cook’s desk. Mr Cook had gotten up and had locked the door once the last student had left which I thought was weird but I didn’t question it. Then he walked back over to where I was now sitting and he pulled up a chair next to me. I put on my best ‘I don’t give a shit what you say’ face when he started talking.
‘I bet you think you’re so funny don’t you? Sitting there distracting everyone who actually wants to learn. Well you’re not the first student I’ve had who wouldn’t co-operate and I always deal with girls like you the same way’ I looked at Mr Cook shocked for a second before to my surprise he grabbed my wrist and pulled me as hard as he could until I was lying helplessly on his knee. My stomach was on his lap and he was holding me there with his hand on my back.
‘Mr Cook, what the fuck are you doing’ I screamed whilst kicking my legs and squirming in his lap. Suddenly I felt a firm strong hand rubbing my butt cheeks. I was wearing a very tight skirt and every movement he made I could feel. Then I felt something hard prodding my stomach and it took me a second to realise, it was his dick.
I stopped struggling because my efforts were futile and I stopped shouting because he wasn’t talking. He just sat with me cross his lap, rubbing my ass. Now that I had quietened down he started talking again.
‘Girls like you will only learn things the hard way, it’s up to me to teach you a lesson whether you like it or not’ I wondered what he meant at first but then he began to ‘punish’ me.
He lifted his hand up and I felt the pressure of its presence disappear, and then suddenly reappear harder than before as his giant hand came crashing down against my young, tight butt. I scrunched my face up and shouted out in shock. Mr Cook’s cock was harder than ever now and twitching against me. I was surprised at how big it felt, I had never really looked at Mr Cook in that way before but I found myself turned on by what was happening.
My thoughts were disrupted by another thunderous crash as his hand smacked me again harder this time. In-between slaps he would rub my ass almost as if to soothe it to make it better before the next spank. He started slapping faster now and my butt began to get sore. My moans and gasps quitter as I adjusted to the feeling.
Just as I started to get comfortable with my spanking Mr Cook began to peel back my skirt. His dick jumped for joy as he was pulling back the fabric of my skirt revealing my lacy black knickers underneath that hugged my young ass nicely. Once my skirt was up he began to squeeze and caress my partly naked bum now. He licked his hand and then rubbed the moisture of his spit on my butt cheeks, and then he slapped them. They stung more now because there was less fabric in the way of the contact. He rubbed them again just as he had before and they felt better, I almost thanked him but then I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.
He switched between slapping my left ass cheek and slapping my right. Both were pretty sore by the time he was finished and I couldn’t see but I could tell they were red from the burning sensation I felt.
Finally he started to pull my panties down, the lacy fabric slid down my long silky legs and stopped at my ankles. He grabbed my bare ass now and waited for a moment almost as if he was savouring the moment and enjoying my ass before he let me go. I liked the feeling as he squeezed my tender cheeks. The caressing ended soon though and he began to smack my raw cheeks now and it began to sting like a motherfucker. I was torn now between pain and pleasure and with each smack I would shout out with pain and sigh with orgasmic pleasure.
After a few more slaps he stopped and rubbed my ass better. Then he finally released me from his lap and I stood up, my skirt pulled all the way up and my knickers hanging around my ankles I stood there as he looked at my naked bottom half. I didn’t bother to cover up my pussy partly because of how turned on I was, I felt I would reward him with a free look. Mr Cook sat there in his chair where I had just been lay across his lap as he slapped spanked my ass red. His bulge was twitching through his tight black pants.
‘If you say anything, no one will believe you’ He said grinning as if he had won, but what he didn’t know was that I didn’t want to tell anyone. ‘And if you screw around again, you will get another spanking, harder this time’ that sounded good.
And so my fetish was born, for the rest of the year I would mess around in class intentionally and sure enough Mr Cook would punish me each time. Or so he thought. But like all good things my spanking sessions had to come to an end. The course was over and I no longer had Mr Cook as a teacher, I had to find some other way to satisfy my urges.
So I am about to embark on my quest, to get my ass smacked by any means necessary. (This is not meant to be a masterpiece it was very hastily written in about an hour and is part of two stories I'm writing revolving around fetishes. One from the point of view of a girl and the other from the guys point of view. The second part will be uploaded shortly)
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