Fanny had, over the course of 18 years, learned to accept and even like her evocative and, to some, provocative first name. She was not the first Fanny in her family. She was named partly after a great Aunt who had lived in England mid 1700s but was not, Fanny hastened to inform those with whom she shared her heritage, the subject of the novel by John Cleland. There were no hills nestling her family tree. Her father had proposed the name and her mother had accepted it - acquiescence being, Fanny knew, the essence of her mothers personality - a quality she did not share or had shed, successfully. As to the significance of the name to her father Fanny neither knew nor cared. His was one life, Fanny shuddered, best left unexamined.
There had been men - grown men, over the years who had taken on a look - at first of glassy-eyed nostalgia then increasingly, of pin-pricked lust upon hearing Fanny's name. She would be left to stand there - hand out-stretched - to watch this transformation overtake them, to be followed by a flush of crimson and a garbled "How'd'y'do" when introduced. She would then observe a flapping of their hands around the front of their trousers before being thrust, finally, in their pockets to make two bulges in their pants to mask, Fanny knew but never indicated either by glance or by expression, the bulge between. She knew that from that moment on whenever they dared look at her they would see the image of her buttocks hovering above her shoulders where her head should be.
It wasn't 'till she went to boarding school that she discovered that she had a need - equal to or stronger than those men - to display her buttocks, to have them seen, admired, - lusted after, and - here Fanny drew a quick, sharp breath and flushed involuntarily - to be spanked. It was because of guilt, mostly, she imagined, - punishment for possessing both a pert posterior and a powerful first name but she craved the feel of someone's hand - a man's - to caress her bottom much as Michelangelo, she thought, caressed his David, lovingly, then smacking it, hard, transforming marble into human flesh - making the divine profane.
She had always been a good girl but no longer. Where she was obedient, she now rebelled, modesty replaced by sass. It wasn't long before her teacher - 'The Hand' the students called him, told her to report to him after class. Her classmates sniggered as they passed her in the hall, cowering in the over-sized, uncomfortable chair outside his office. This was the moment she had fantasized about - even masturbated to, and now it had arrived she felt overwhelmed - frightened and excited both in equal parts.
"Fanny!" She felt his voice before she heard it, like a slap. It brought her to her feet like a marionette, dragged her to his door before his command to "Come in" was uttered. She opened his door and, quivering, crossed the carpet to his chair - his spanking chair, she realized - strong legs, armless, overstuffed to cushion his back-side. "Fanny, you've been insubordinate", he told her, sneaking glances at her legs beneath her skirt. "We can't have that, Fanny - do you know why?"
Fanny's mouth was dry. She hadn't really been listening. She had become aware of the fact that her teacher had a hard-on. He was excited by the prospect of what was going to happen, turned on - she realized - at the thought of finally getting to see her fanny, naked, on his lap. She looked into his face and saw his eyes, which would not - could not meet her own, glistening. There was spittle at the corner of his mouth. His face was flushed. His breath was rapid and a vein throbbed in his neck.
"Uh, no Sir", Fanny said when she saw he was waiting. In spite of being somewhat shocked by his erection, she was excited by it, too.
"Because it spreads, Fanny, from one day to the next, one part of you to another. It has to be confronted, stamped out - stopped!" He was getting agitated, throwing his head back, moving his hips, smacking his hand on his leg for emphasis. Fanny watched his pants-front strain against his bulging penis as he called out:
"Pull down your panties, girl!' She obeyed immediately, running her hands up her legs, under her skirt, hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pulling them down - bending forward to push them to her knees and past, her hair brushing her teachers' face - a quick intake of breath from him at the caress and another from her as she felt the coolness rush between her legs, fanning her vagina which she realized, suddenly, was wet. She let go and her panties puddled at her feet. As she straightened up her teacher said:
"Your skirt now, Fanny. Lower it". He sounded to Fanny as if he was in the throes of ecstasy - or like a Preacher she had seen on television. She undid the buttons of her skirt and let it fall. She was naked now, from the waist down, her vagina inches from her teachers eyes. He stared, hard, at the tufted hairs of her womanhood but Fanny knew he was looking through her, in his mind, awaiting the sight of her derriere. Fanny, in turn, looked down at him, her teacher, all but shaking in excitement, salivating, breathing quickly, his erection tenting the front of his trousers, and she felt his lust - for her, felt it wash over her like a wave, seeping into every crack and crevice of her, drenching her with his need and she felt herself respond - not with lust for him but for her power, the effect she had on him and other men, for sexuality itself and deep inside she felt a quake, as if tectonic plates were shifting, creating fissures to accommodate the heat rising from within.
"Lay across my knee, Fanny, and prepare yourself. This will hurt you far more than it hurts me". Fanny bent at the waist and lowered herself across her teachers' lap. She put her hands in front of her and pressed them against the floor. Her vagina rubbed against his right leg and her breasts were squeezed against his left. His erection poked her in the abdomen and she felt him press against her, lifting his hips involuntarily. His right hand rested on her buttocks. He didn't stroke or caress her bottom but she sensed him staring at her, drinking in the sight of her posterior, touching the smoothness of her skin with his fingertips. Suddenly there was cool air where his hand had been. Fanny felt his weight shift and his muscles tense as he lifted his hand above her buttocks, paused, then smacked it, hard, on her behind.
"Ohh", she cried out, surprised at the sharpness of the slap, the suddenness of its beginning. "Ohh", she cried again, as the stinging started seeping in. "Ohh", she cried a third time as another slap accompanied the first one, doubling the stinging pain. She wasn't ready, somehow, was not prepared, had not anticipated the pain, the power of it. She squirmed a bit on his lap, trying to re-position herself, to pull her buttocks into her, away from his hand - to hide but a third slap followed the preceding two and she cried out again. The sharpness of the pain was what surprised her, the way it sprang upon her suddenly. Now it was seeping in, taking hold, spreading from the point of contact to encompass her entire back-side and her upper thighs as well. A fourth time her teachers' hand smacked down upon her and a fifth time Fanny cried aloud.
There was a change, however, as Fanny's body - and her mind, accustomed itself to the indignity being done to her. As the pain began to spread, as her heart - beat raced and carried the pain to other parts of her, it began to transform into heat, a throbbing heat encompassing her bottom and her upper legs, a searing heat that penetrated her vagina and licked at her clitoris sending tentacles of fire deep inside her, engulfing her in flame. Fanny cried out again but this time not from his spanking hand, she cried out in recognition of some primordial need, awakened and fulfilled: this was what she'd longed for, lying in her bed at night, furiously masturbating, unsatisfactorily. This filled a need. She strained, in her mind, to sense where his hand was now, tried to will it down upon her ass. She repositioned herself upon her teachers' lap, not to hide from his spanking but to welcome it, she pushed her hips against his lap, rubbing her clitoris against his muscle, pressing his erection into her, poking her buttocks in the air.
It came again, the stinging bite as her teachers hand smacked down across her buttocks, the searing heat that spread through her equator and the pulsing pain that penetrated her vagina, throbbed inside her womb and flooded her clitoris and her brain. It was like a drug. She swallowed it, poked it deep into her veins, sucked every crystal in her lungs and breathed sensation in and out. She was on fire. She felt his hand come down again. Pressing against his thigh she strained to push herself against it, to meet his hand with her behind. It spanked her again and she cried out, in pleasure as much as pain, a fierce, animalistic cry. She was writhing on his lap, rubbing her vagina on his leg, rubbing her clitoris through her pussy lips. She felt his hand lift and she spread her legs apart and pushed her hips into the air, accepting the slap that came, welcoming it, absorbing the pain that quickly followed.
Fanny was cumming, had been cumming for some time. She was beyond thought, beyond reason. She had no idea how many times her teachers hand had spanked her, no thought to how many more she might receive. She only knew the pain that spread through her like wild-fire, that engulfed her buttocks and vagina and roared in her ears and pulsed through her entire body with each beating of her heart. She was the pain and welcomed it as it ignited something deep within. Fanny rubbed herself against her teachers thigh, moving down his leg until her groin was pressed against his knee. Here she got better stimulation of her clitoris and began to straighten, to sit upon and straddle his knee which she pressed into her, lifting herself up and down with her feet now on the floor. She had no idea how he was reacting to this, her eyes were squeezed shut, focused on her need. He continued spanking her and that was all she cared about.
Fanny humped her teachers' knee as he spanked her ass. She didn't know it but she cried out continuously, saying "Ohh" each time he slapped her, every time she ground her pussy on his knee. She was soaking wet, had soaked his pants-leg in her juices which continued running out of her. Suddenly she stood up on the floor, grabbed her teacher by the back of his head and thrust his face against her breasts, crying:
"Suck me, suck my nipples, please", which her teacher did, sucking through the white cotton blouse and short slip to her budding nipples, hard against his tongue.
"You fuck", cried Fanny, "spank me!", which he had forgotten. He resumed spanking her as Fanny climbed up on his legs - one foot on either leg just below his hip and thrust her groin into his face. Pushing his face into her with her hands on the back his head, she said: "Lick me, lick me please, you bastard", and she ground her pussy into him, rubbing her lips over his, forcing his tongue between them . Still he spanked her, grinding her clitoris into his face with every blow. She came in buckets-full, rubbing her woman-hood all over her teachers face. Finally, she climbed down from his legs, straddling them and collapsed onto his lap, his erection poking up between her lips. She rubbed her clitoris against it, up and down, slowly, squeezing the last of her juices onto him, satiating herself.
Suddenly, he was cummimg, shaking his hips up and down, calling her name in a high, weak voice. She felt his penis throb beneath her, watched a wet stain grow and merge with her own on his trousers. Fanny stood up and off him. Trying to regain some shred of his composure, he said:
"Let that be a lesson to you, Fanny".
She stepped into her skirt, did up the buttons, picked up her panties and threw them in her teachers' face.
"Uh huh. I'll need another spanking, 'round about this time tomorrow afternoon", Fanny said and left. There was a bounce to her step, a new-found confidence as she strutted down the hall, swaying her sore ass. Let them picture it, she thought. She was proud of her ass, as she was her name. She had incorporated it. She had tasted power.
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