9 comments/ 202830 views/ 50 favorites Good Spanking By: DeepInsideYou I had been the headmaster of St. Stephens Ladies College for almost twenty years. That being a private boarding school for girls aged 11 to 18, open to any spoilt little girl with a rich daddy. Typically the girls came from families where the parents liked to spend their time skiing, or perhaps sunning themselves on some tropical island. That was between making super amounts of money in whatever business they owned of course. The only thing they had no time for it seemed, despite all this leisure, was raising their own children. That's where private nannies and indeed schools like ours filled the parental void. Over these many years I had encountered all kinds of students, mostly brats, but a few that had lived up to the schools name proving to be true ladies. Top notch wife material for the rich and famous men they would be destined to meet at schmooze cocktail evenings and boozy charity socials. Yes I had a degree of contempt for them, even the ones that I liked. Being a good student and having excellent manners was not always enough to make me think highly of the girls in my care. There was one girl about whom I found myself feeling very different however. Suzanne Smythe came from a family of Investment Bankers and Lawyers. But despite the hard-headed business people that had spawned her, and their super wealth, she was quiet, respectful and gentle. She always kept her head down in class listening attentively to her teachers. Every project was completed on time and homework was never missed. This had of course ensured her unpopularity with the other girls, leaving her a social reject. As best as I could tell Suzanne, or Suzy, as I liked to call her, had absolutely no friends at all. Despite myself, despite my rigid mental barriers erected over the years, I found that I had a growing soft spot for this socially inept teenager. As naïve and unworldly as she was highly intelligent. It was clear that she had no real comprehension of matters outside of a classroom. The facts of love, life and common sense were seemingly alien to her. There was nobody to teach her such matters. Our jobs as teachers did not stretch to giving mental balance. As long as the girls graduated with top marks and knew enough Shakespeare to quote at pretentious dinner parties, all was well in the eyes of their parents. Anything else had to be learned from their peers, generally from the older more experienced girls that took the juniors under their wing. The only people that liked Suzy were the teachers; they were the nearest she had to friends. Over the last two years since her reaching sixteen, Suzy had become notable to me for more than just her quality of work. I had to admit that through sixteen, seventeen and now to the tender age of eighteen I had enjoyed watching her grow physically. Her wiry girl's frame had blossomed into that of a striking young woman's. Her legs were firmed from hours of sport and gym class, attractive, long and pale cream. From the tops of her thighs two mounds of sculpted buttock had arisen, straining the material of her perhaps too tight short grey skirt. The white shirt of her school uniform had been thrust forward by the eruption of two wonderful orbs that must surely have been at least 'C' cups, if not even more plentiful than that! It was her face that really caused heat to rise up my body and fire my mind. I would find myself drawn to it in class or at assembly. That face was just so innocent, like china dolls. Soft features crowned a seemingly fixed expression of acceptance and naivety. She was often the butt of crude jokes that she could not even grasp, she had no point of internal reference for anything sordid or seedy. I don't know why but this attracted me to her even more, it made odd thoughts rise up into my mind. Dirty little thoughts that had to be kept to myself. I pushed it all back down within and kept my professional stance toward her. In time though repression always fails to fight desire, and I was no stronger than others were. Years of working around pretty girls had finally got to me; I wanted something for myself. A reward for putting up with all these little madams with there sharp tongues, and hot little bodies. They owed me something. Suzy somehow owed me something. I began to find myself trying to catch glimpses up her skirt when she took her seat in classes. If she walked past me in the hallway I would look slyly between her shirt buttons to catch glimpses of her frilly brazier encased chest. I knew that my behaviour was most inappropriate, and had no doubt that I must be blushing red after she had passed me by. Unlike many of the other girls, Suzy never spent any time alone with me. Only naughty girls had to come to my office on their own for chastisement, or a ridiculously gentle caning. The board allowed caning but we never hurt anyone really, it did not do to upset the parents too much by having the girls crying down the phone to them. Suzy was just to good a student to ever be in any real trouble, certainly not of the kind where she would end up in my office alone. Yet I started to hunger for just that scenario. I was never sure what I would do if given that time alone with her, but the thought still excited me. It made dark thoughts arise from somewhere deep down in the most ancient part of my human nature. Then one day a plan had came to me; it just popped into my mind fully formed. I knew how to get my just reward, a slice of time with my special girl, with my Suzy. It was flawless, I knew it would work. For two days I just let it simmer waiting to see if the idea would fade away. It did not; rather it grew in attraction to me. So I then set the wheels in motion. I took some money from the lunchroom when nobody was round; enough that it would be considered a serious theft and planted it in Suzy's locker. The beauty of my position was that it gave me access to keys for everything yet no suspicion from anyone. Once the dinner staff noticed the theft a locker inspection was rapidly organised to find the culprit. The girls each stood by their locker as one by one myself and the head teachers inspected them. I started with the usual suspects of course so as not to raise any suspicion about unusual involvement. Imagine poor sweet Suzy's face when her locker was opened and the wad of notes came into view. Other girls whispered their own disbelief, some giggled with glee to see old 'goody two shoes', get what they felt was her just comeuppance. Her crime was being so blameless for so darned long. They did not care whether she stole it or not, and most would likely doubt she did. The beautiful thing about my plan was the solid rock of school procedure. It did not matter if every single person in the school suspected Suzy had not really stolen the money. She would have to be interrogated, and likely punished, based solely on the physical evidence at hand. With serious matters like theft there was only one place for the process start, a trip to the headmasters office. I had to keep a straight face when I nodded my head in mock disappointment with our formerly perfect student. Inside I was smiling and almost bursting with childlike glee. *** I sat nervously in my office, doubting my plan and myself. I pondered just what could possibly come of all the effort on my part. Mixed with my doubts and my trepidation were an equal measuring of expectation and excitement. Suzy's tutor had told me that the girl was terribly upset and had pleaded her innocence continually, unsurprisingly. Yet the tutor had of course told her to go to my office and I knew she would be here any moment. Two meek knocks on my door signalled her arrival. In my most stern and authoritative voice I called out, "Come in." The door opened and a sullen little teenager appeared Suzy could hardly meet my gaze as she entered. She was clearly very upset and more than a little worried, her reddened eyes had the look of someone that had shed more than a few tears that day. A twinge of unexpected guilt came over me; I was no monster after all and got no pleasure from upsetting her. It was simply a need to an end after all. So I kept telling myself anyway. After all she owed me this didn't she? So said the dark little voice that had started all of this many months before. Hundreds of girls over two decades owed me a collective debt. Suzy was simply their payment to me. Which was all this was about I gently reminded myself. "Suzanne, it appears that you have been very naughty indeed. You've lost all of my trust in you. I wonder if you are here to apologise and start making amends for this serious infraction," I voiced the words calmly and deliberately knowing where they would lead her. "Sir, please sir, it was not me. I don't know how the money got there, honestly I would never..." she began to offer her defence. I stopped her short, and retorted almost angrily, "I had hoped you might be big enough to simply own up to your crime and apologise. I could have made this all go away if you had but clearly we must take certain measures. You realise this merits expulsion I imagine?" Suzy replied sheepishly whilst lowering her gaze to the floor, "Please sir...anything but that." "Hmmm anything?" I responded in a slightly suggestive tone. I found my eyes drawn to the rising and falling of her bosom as she breathed. The way the two mounds pushed against her shirt, their size emphasised by the tie hanging between them. This absolutely captivated me for a moment. An image of my hands roughly tearing that shirt open came to mind, I could see myself grabbing one of her pert tit's roughly, dragging it towards my eagerly awaiting mouth. My cock twitched in my pants and stiffened slightly. Even as my manhood rose just a little, my desire increased by far more. It was crystal clear to me that I had to somehow grasp this golden opportunity to satisfy my lust for this innocent young girl's flesh in whatever manner that I could comfortably get away with. Nothing too risky, I cautioned myself silently. I licked my rapidly drying lips in anticipation, my penis stiffened, pressing against my trousers causing them to tent around the groin area rather noticeably. Even if the desk were not blocking her view I doubted that this silly naïve girl would have understood the implications of this anyway. She was empty of sexual knowledge and understanding. I smiled a little, almost imperceptibly. With that thought in mind I stood up carelessly and pointed at the desk, "Suzanne I want you to bend over onto my desk with your rear pushed up." She looked up nervously, seeming to glance briefly at my seemingly rather obvious erection; no glimmer of understanding passed through her eyes however. She looked at me then shuffled over to the table as instructed. She knew that other girls had been caned and it seemed she was to experience that for herself. She probably also knew that many girls did not think being caned was all that bad, it was never overly done. Little did she know that of course her experience would be different to those before her. I paced up and down the small room as she got herself into position. I watched her be bent herself onto the table and push her bottom into the air slightly. Walking up to her from behind I licked my lips again, enjoying the sight of her bum arching up from her slender frame. I could already see just under the hem of her grey skirt, which was now riding high on her thighs. The two mounds of soft flesh hidden inside just exposed slightly. My excitement built rapidly and I could not resist sliding two fingers under the hem and dragging the skirt right up over her almost bare cheeks. As I did so my cock leapt in its trouser prison, feeling uncomfortably restrained by the material. I enjoyed the sexual frustration of the moment; the urge to just unzip my fly and let it spring free, balanced itself against the need to proceed more cautiously. Her little white knickers did little to protect her rear from my eager gaze. Whilst she whimpered slightly in fear of what may yet come, I continued to ogle her behind. Bringing my face in closer, unseen to her of course, I eyed up the mound that was her virgin snatch, covered only by thin white cotton. That little slice of heaven hidden from man for so long, hidden so unfairly from me until now. It was then that almost unbidden my hand slapped her firmly, not too hard, but full across the cheeks. Her ass felt firm as it tensed beneath my palm, her warmth spread into my hand. I let my hand rest there for a moment before raising it and bringing it down firmly again. I was careful not to hurt her unduly, after all this was simply for my pleasure not to cause her any pain. As she got spanked Suzy sniffled and whimpered. I found that the heady mixture of her soft warm skin and the power I now had over her caused my cock to jump in my pants yet again. I liked seeing the slight pink hand marks on her buttocks. Moving the blows lower I let my hand fall on the area just between her bum and the top of her thighs, my hand came down partly onto the fleshy bulge at her crotch. "That's it Suzanne, take your due punishment like a lady," I managed to keep my voice relatively stern despite my rapidly rising excitement. It was not enough to satisfy me however, even this much crossing of excepted teacher and student boundaries. I had gone this far, so why not push the envelope I said to myself. My fingers delved their way beneath the material of her white cotton knickers, just where her asshole met her crotch. I clasped the material tightly, and with one firm tug I dragged the knickers down to her knees. She trembled slightly beneath the touch of my hand. Moving my face in closer again I inspected her virgin pussy with its light surrounding of fine black pubic hairs. The pube dotted mounds either side of her thin gentle vaginal lips looked like they would be soft and smooth to the touch. The delicate pink lips were closed tight now, but they looked like they would do little to protect the sweet little hole hidden within. It was such a beautiful pussy; my prick throbbed and leapt again, its restriction now almost unbearable. This time a drop of pre-cum dribbled from its one eye soaking into the material of my pants, so great was the tense excitement now. I groaned slightly and muttered faintly, "Oh Suzanne...sweet little Suzy..." My ability to keep up a professional front was crumbling away, yet her slight whimper suggested she still had no idea of the pleasure I was deriving from all of this. I smiled satisfied of her complete naïve trust and exceptance of whatever I decided would happen next. She still had no real idea that this did not happen to other girls in my office, the fool. My gentle spanking continued and I would let my fingers land on her soft pubic mound, brushing the tantalising lips gently as they did so. My hunger grew, and I found myself thinking, 'what the hell,' I deserved this for all my years of work at this shitty school. With my left hand I began to unbuckle my belt whilst my right hand rested on Suzy's lower buttocks and her soft little quim. "Please sir, not the belt," murmured Suzy, almost whispering, upon hearing the metallic rattle of the belt coming undone. "Ok Suzy, not the belt then, because I like you we will go easier on you. But you must still be taught a lesson," I smiled at her foolish naivety as my trousers fell to my ankles, and I yanked down my pants to let my cock spring free of all restriction. I looked appreciatively at my greatly swollen manhood, it looked somehow harder and thicker than ever before, the helmet glistened with a smattering of sticky precum. It leaped appreciatively as I eyed up her bare fanny; more precum trickled from its tip in readiness. I knew that I must now satisfy my burning hunger, finally the all-consuming lusting after this eighteen-year-old student must be sated in the only way it could be. Knowing she would be bone dry I drooled into my hand and wiped saliva onto my shaft and helmet. With my hands now firmly planted one on each of her thighs I pressured them apart, slowly walking her legs outward to expose that fantastic strip of fresh vulva. She still seemed beautifully unaware of the obviousness of events, and asked me what her punishment was to be. I smirked, and replied that it would be, "nothing to unpleasant." Certainly not unpleasant for me at least, I thought wickedly. Grasping her buttocks tightly with my hand I brought my cock to within millimetres of her asshole now visible between her now splayed cheeks. I pushed it in between those fleshy mounds and let it rub up and down the crack of her ass moving my hips back and forth slowly. The length of my shaft looked delightful to me sandwiched between her ass cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably at this unexpected feeling in such a private place. I moved my hips back and took my cock in my right hand firmly. I pushed it downward until the helmet was resting at the start of her labia, those soft pink guardians of her secret pleasure zones. Using my hand I rubbed my bell end up and down her lips, squashing against them and the nub of her clitoris until they finally parted to my spit lubricated helmet. My God it felt so fucking fantastic, the sensations as well as the building sexual tension. The combination almost had me spilling my load prematurely then and there! It struck me then that I was really doing this; I really had this young girl fully under my control now. This young innocent was at last becoming my personal fuck toy, something to play with as I saw fit. Best of all she was not really complaining or even trying to stop me. How deliciously innocent and naïve she was in regards to all my manly wants. Then she finally protested, "Sir what are you doing to me? I don't think this is..." It was cut off, silenced in a single moment by a single thrust of my pelvis as I forced my cock between her labia splitting her open for the first time. My helmet sunk into her hot meat as I continued the assault against this ripe vagina. Her girlish defences were breached; nothing could stop my weapon advancing now. She was so wonderfully tight that at this first stroke I only got my helmet and a few centimetres of shaft into her newly stretched hole. I heard her yelp with shock, and perhaps a little pain, as she felt me penetrate her virgin pussy. All lines now crossed I kept my resolve and clasped her cheeks tightly with both hands, brutally squeezing them whilst dragging my prick deeper into her tight young body. The skin of my sex organ felt taught and stretched, but I knew it was nothing compared to how stretched she was now doubtless feeling. I might not have the longest tool in the world, but by Jove it's thick and had been more than enough for much more experienced sex holes than this one. As a second then third inch of me sunk into her sex, she yelped for me to stop, pleaded and begged as I split open her secret place. To be honest I barely heard her. My attention was way too focussed on the sheer self-pleasure. It was as though some beautiful never before seen flower were opening up just for me. Trying a new tactic, Suzy tried to squirm away from me tried to squeeze me out of her, but the desk blocked any retreat from the pressured invasion of her most intimate place. The squirming to escape did however feel unbelievably good to my prick. I felt it give its great approval by means of a small stream of cum bubbling forth from its tip into her snatch. The silly girl was practically milking my cock and bringing me off I mused. I groaned my pleasure, whilst she moaned her discomfort. "That's it Suzy, try and get it out of you," I gave her gentle encouragement to try and push me out again. She began to wriggle her hips and squeeze her internal muscles just as I desired. As she squirmed around impaled securely on my shaft I felt my flesh pulse and twitch deep inside her and it let forth yet another stream of man fluid into her belly. All her writhing felt so absolutely fucking fantastic that it took a lot from me to not blow my wad then and there, but I wanted to enjoy this longer yet. Good Spanking Needed and Delivered A Good Spanking Needed and Delivered I took a shot of Jim Beam from my flask as I started my car. Was I really going through with this? I drive on auto pilot because I know where I'm going. I grew up in that neighborhood and this was right behind my old middle school. I took another shot. It was hard for me to believe that I was headed over to a complete stranger's house to get a bare bottomed spanking - from a man. But the need was too great. I had thought about it too much. I needed this spanking. I wanted this spanking. I was getting this spanking. I'll have to admit, I was somewhat hesitant and there was a lingering feeling of the unknown sitting in the back of my mind -- but that only added to the excitement. The last thing Tom (I'll call him that) said to me when we talked was "I'm looking forward to beating your ass." Beat your ass. That sounds brutal. That's the difference between a spanking in theory and one in reality. It's strange ... we fantasize about it prior ... hate it while it's happening ... and look forward to the next one right after. I arrived at a normal enough neighborhood and took a final shot off the flask to steel my nerves. I parked in the circle and found myself standing outside of the door. The knocker fell. Tom answered immediately. What's odd is that I couldn't picture what Tom would look like in all my thoughts before tonight. I knew what his body style would be like, but I had no idea what he would look like. Didn't matter. He was normal enough. In his 40's. Bigger than me. "Come in." I took a few steps into his living room. CNN was on. Completely normal guy. Normal neighborhood. Normal house. Normal post-work environment. But I felt anything but normal. My adrenalin was pumping. I was charged up like I get before big meetings and speeches. It's a great feeling, that rush of energy that I get from new and intense experiences, particularly with a little bit of danger lurking behind the scenes. After a few moments of awkward meeting, Tom asked me if I wanted a drink. Whew. The ice was broken. I had a bourbon and sat down to talk with Tom. The news presented us with an easy topic. I took charge of the discussion (as usual) and wound up giving an analytical commentary on blah, blah. Tom looked at me in an odd way. Sizing me up. Meeting me for the first time. Listening to me talk. Probably wondering whether I would be a fun spanking partner. Tom got up to use the facilities. When he came out I rose to use them as well. We were both up from our seats in the living room. "Why don't you come back." Just like that we were standing outside of the bedroom. "This is the punishment room." It didn't look like the punishment room. It looked like any other spare bedroom in suburbia. Your aunt could have stayed there during Thanksgiving. Tom sat down on the bed and looked at me. I waited without saying anything. "Take off your clothes down to your underwear." That was precisely what was needed. Someone to just take control of the situation. I pried off my shoes and removed my socks. I had always heard that it was sexier to take your socks off before your pants because no one looks good standing in their socks. I reached across my body cross-armed and slowly removed my shirt. I knew my body looked good to Tom. He had asked me to send photos before agreeing to meet. I had been working out a bit and was getting back into good shape. I'm proud of my body. It takes hard work and I was glad someone was appreciating it. I stretched my arms upwards. I dropped my shirt on the floor and unbuttoned my jeans. They fell off immediately. There I was. In 'all the way' for a spanking -- ready or not. I slowly walked over until Tom took hold of my arm and just pulled me over his lap. I was not in control. I reached out for a pillow. I knew I would need something to hold on to. This was not the first time I had been spanked by a man -- but it had been at least four years. Spank. The first fell, followed by another. Spank. Spank. Spank. Three in a row. Not really hard, but enough to know that it had begun. Spank. Spank. Two more to get things started. Then Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Rapid fire blows raining down. The sting built up to a slight crescendo making me squirm and creep slightly in response. His spanks followed me in my movements. Spank. Spank. Spank. I moved back over his lap. "Let's get these off" as Tom pulled my underwear completely off in one swoop. There I was, naked over Tom's lap. He stroked my ass and kneaded my naked bottom. It was his to use. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. A rhythmic series of spanks -- all with a bit of force behind them. Then he picked up the pace. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Again the pain built up in my bottom but I was able to bear up to it. I had experienced pain before. Broken this. Strained that. Pulled this. Bruises. Scrapes. Pain was nothing new. What's odd about the pain of a spanking - is that as soon as the spanking stops, the pain resides. It's one thing to get 'hurt' -- it's very different to experience pain that is not the result of injury. The crescendo built up for the second time. I squirmed away in response. The spankings stopped and I quickly scampered back into position. Tom paid more attention to my rear end. He massaged my butt in a very strong and controlling way. My ass was his to fondle as he saw fit. He must have liked it because I was getting a good rubbing. Too soon the pleasure was replaced with that sting of his hand. Spank. Spank. Spank. A concentrated series of blows. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. He was giving my butt a working over. Spank. Spank. A continual series but not rapid fire. Spank. Pause. Spank. Spank. Pause. Spank. Spank. Spank. My breathing was heavy. I felt energized and alive. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The flurry was a challenge to bear up to. I was bucking and gyrating my body to the blows. The harsh reality of a spanking from a grown man can be just that -- harsh and real. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. My legs kicked out from their position. I needed to escape from the sting of his hand. My butt was on fire. I found myself kneeling on the floor in front of Tom. He got up. I rose into a natural recovery position. Hands on knees and breathing hard. It felt like I had been in a wrestling match except I hadn't expended any real energy. I was the recipient of a spanking. My butt stung, but not really that noticeable in competition with the adrenalin flowing through my body. A few cleansing breadths. Tom bent over to a small gym bag on the floor. The fleeting thought in my mind -- perhaps even a bit hopeful. Was this the end of the spanking? Somewhat like the first 10 minutes at the dentist. I survived, but it would be great if this was over. This spanking hurt. It wasn't at all (and never is) like the fantasy spanking. The fantasy doesn't hurt. This one did. But (of course) this wasn't the end. It was the very beginning. Out of the gym bag came a Lucite paddle. Tom didn't say anything. I was standing there looking at this paddle. Breathing hard. In his control and a little frightened. He stood up and turned toward me. "Bend over with your hands on the bed." I didn't hesitate for even a moment. I spread my legs apart in the 'ready position' and placed my hands on the bed. I had noticed myself in the full length mirror that Tom has placed at the foot of the bed. I wanted to see if my butt was red. Which of course it was, but not as much as I would have expected from the feeling of the spanking. I saw the paddle for an instant, then -- whack! The first blow from the paddle. It was harder than the hand, by a large stretch. And it hurt, but not too terrible. The blow from the paddle was 'interesting' -- and would soon get more interesting. After the first blow, another landed followed by a second. The two in a row increased the sting and definitely got my attention. Tom paused for a few moments then whack. Whack. Whack. My body twisted involuntarily from the force of the paddle. I was grunting from the pain. It took me a few seconds to recover and then back into position over the bed. Tom rubbed my butt giving me a momentary respite from the spanking. But then he removed his hand and replaced it with another swat from the paddle. I moved forward slightly with each and every blow. Whack, thrust forward. Return to position and -- whack. Jump forward and return. Whack. Jump forward, cringe and twist. Whack. Too much to bear. I dodged back and went immediately to my recovery position. Deep cleansing breadths. My bottom was really stinging. The sting was absorbed by the energy flowing through me, but still extremely present. Tom observed me for a moment and sat down on the edge of the bed. He still had that terrible paddle in his hand as he motioned me back over his knee. I took a deep breath and positioned myself across his lap. Tom stroked my stinging bottom providing a needed and welcomed moment of relief mixed with pleasure. The feeling of his strokes was delightful and a sharp contrast to the sting of the paddle. My body relaxed to the feeling and my breathing slowly returned to normal. The respite was all too brief. I sensed Tom's motion as he drew back and landed a moderate blow. A soft guttural moan slipped out involuntarily as the second blow was delivered. It had begun anew. Whack! Whack! Two more sharp blows. My face cringed in response, the combination escalating into painful intolerance. Whack! My breathing was strong and heavy - a feeble attempt to bear up to the growing sting. As if sensing my torment, Tom's massaging hand replaced the harshness of the paddle. He slowly rubbed my burning bottom. The rubs turned to kneads and I availed myself to the pleasure of the sensation. My relief was short lived as Tom brought his hand down. Without pausing another landed. Spank. Spank. Spank. My body again twisted and contorted by its own volition. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The pain began to build. Spank. Spank. It was rising to the point of incapacity. Spank. Spank. I squirmed forward, but the spankings followed my movements. Spank. Spank. Spank. I released myself to the sensation focusing on just riding out the moment. Could I continue to take the punishment? I gritted my teeth as the spanking continued -- one following the other. Spank. Spank. My eyes were shut tight. Spank. Ugh. Spank. Ow. Spank. Oof. My legs were kicking out and I had no choice but to clench my stinging cheeks. Spank. The pain was at the point of unbearable. Spank. Over the top of what I thought was my capacity. Spank. Spank. I had reached a new plateau. The harsh sting became slightly more tolerable as I surrendered to my situation. Spank. Spank. I was holding onto the pillow with all my strength. Tom's pace increased and the crescendo of pain in my ass followed. I was cringing and twisting in place, simply trying to hold on and take the spanking he was delivering. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. His actions pushed me over the top as I bucked over his lap. Spank. Spank. Spank. The last three were more than I could bear. The next thing I knew I was on the floor in front of Tom's bed. I was breathing with exertion. I scrambled up to my recovery position. The lingering after sting was present, but it was not continual. As soon as the non-stop blows ceased, so did the urgency of escape. I was so charged up. My adrenalin was pumping. My endorphins were flowing. I felt enlivened and hyped. Tom rose up from his position. I could feel his stare as he watched me in my recovery. I wanted to perform for him. I wanted him to like the spanking process as well. I rose to a full standing position. I took a few deep breaths and began to recover from the OTK treatment. There were no words between us. It wasn't necessary. I was getting the spanking I had thought about for so long and guessed that Tom was getting what he wanted as well. I emerged from my momentary respite when I noticed Tom standing close beside me. He reached out and positioned me so that my ass was directly in front of the mirror. Tom approached me from the front, reaching around to fondle my sore and red ass as he watched his own actions in the mirror. I stood there for a moment -- all of a sudden thrust into a new and strange physical encounter. Tom's attention was focused on my butt. I availed myself to the feeling. It was such a sharp (and wonderful) contrast to the intensity of the spanking. I was off to one side as Tom concentrated on his actions. In an instant, my arms naturally found their way around his neck and across his back. I collapsed onto him holding myself up over his shoulder. Tom softly, but clearly, moaned his approval. I was doing what he wanted and I found myself pleased with his consent - the momentary discomfort of such male-to-male intimacy long ago shattered by the situation. Tom's focus was on my stinging bottom. He rubbed my ass strongly. His hands kneading and fondling my tortured butt. I held onto his body and availed myself to his manipulations. We remained in that position for a long while. My mind was blank, neither judgment nor discomfort -- simply acquiescence and pleasure. I liked having my bottom fondled. I particularly liked it after such a long and harsh spanking. I could sense Tom's concentration and felt his enjoyment. I was in no hurry to break from my position -- and Tom didn't seem to be in much of a hurry either. Spank. I was drawn out of my serenity by a soft blow to my ass. Spank. Spank. Both on the right side of my butt. Spank. A slap on the left side, quickly followed by another. I shifted from relaxation to bracing myself for the spanking. Spank. Spank. These didn't hurt at all. I suppose the hugging position didn't offer much leverage. I felt him shift only slightly but saw that he now held the paddle in his hand. Spank. The paddle was harsher than the hand, but still not difficult to take. Whack. Whack. Twice more the paddle met my upright ass. He shifted hands. Whack. The right side of my bottom received the blow. Whack. I pressed myself tighter against his body bracing myself for the spanking I was receiving. Whack on the right. Spank on the left. The pain announced its presence. Tighter I clung as my stand-up spanking continued. Whack on the left. Spank on the right. I started swaying in response as if the motion could relieve the sting. Spank. Spank. My concentration was now reengaged. Whack. Whack. Twice more the paddle fell. My breathing increased, the pleasure of the rubbing replaced by the reality of the spanking. Whack. A blow followed by more rubs. Spank. A slap followed by more kneads. Some force inside of me caused me to break from my position. We separated and Tom's hands followed. I turned slightly as Tom proceeded to rub away the sting of the spanking. His hands ran themselves over the rest of my body. After a while he pushed me forward. My hands landing on the bed back into the spanking position. He still had the paddle in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, the paddle fell on my ass. The intensity of the blow caused me to lurch forward and utter a grunt. Whack. Again the paddle fell -- again thrusting me forward. Whack. The pain was building but the blows were well spaced. Whack. Searing pain, followed by recovery. Whack. I started the involuntary swaying. Whack. A soft grunt and cringe. Whack. I fell forward in response to the blows. I scrambled back into position, clenching my butt in anticipation of the next blow. I didn't wait long. Whack. Whack. Whack. Three in a row and I again struggling to hold on. The combined intensity of the paddle was difficult to take. As if Tom recognized the difficulty, another blow failed to land. I was thankful for the momentary pause. I sensed Tom stepping back slightly although I didn't look. I heard the sound of his belt being unloosed. The instantaneous thought was that Tom was going to remove his pants. In the back of my mind I wondered whether he was going to have sex with me. I felt anxious and excited at the same time. I looked over as Tom was drawing his belt from its loops. Of course. He was going to use his belt on me. I sneaked a glance at my butt in the mirror. It was red, but not as red as I thought it should be. I saw him double the belt in his hand. I was excited by the belt. It was one of the strong fantasies that existed for me. And I wanted to experience the intensity of the belt. I didn't have to wait for long. I knew it was coming as I faced forward. I was in the bracing position. Snap. The belt landed with a sharp blow. It wasn't as intense as the paddle, and it stung in a new way. Snap. Again the belt fell. Snap on the other side of my ass. All thoughts of anything except bearing up to the sting fell from my mind. Snap. Snap. Two in a row and they really stung. I looked back because I desperately wanted to see the belt fall. Snap. I saw and felt it at the same time. My head jerked forward because the sting was intense. I couldn't both watch and bear-up at the same time. Snap -- my "spanking dance" began anew. Snap. I fell forward onto the bed in response with a guttural grunt and an eye-closing cringe. I jumped back up into position. Snap. Again I fell forward and climbed back. Snap. The intensity was extreme. My head fell downward. My breathing was hard. Snap. Snap. Snap. The flurry of the belting drove me down to the floor. I crawled back into the recovery position. I needed to stop the pain from escalating beyond the point of my ability to take it. Tom let me recover. I remained hands-on-knees until my breathing slowed down. I snuck another look into the mirror. I could see the red stripes from the belt on my ass. I stepped back from the bed and rose to my full height, sucking in air as I recovered from the belting. Moments passed. I was amazed that I didn't feel horrible. As soon as the immediacy of the spanking ceased, I felt ready -- even expectant -- for whatever else was to follow. Tom sat back down on the bed. Without a word, I climbed back over his lap. The belt fell once more on my bottom. The pain OTK was not nearly as harsh as before. Snap. Snap. He landed the belt twice more. I could take this. Perhaps it was only because it was such a clear distinction from the previous blows. Tom let the belt fall from his hands. The next spank was from his open palm. Spank. Spank. Two hand spankings fell one after the other. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Four in a row and I found myself bucking off his knee. I had one foot on the floor and the other across his lap. I was braced and able to push back in response to the spankings he was delivering. Spank. Spank. I pushed myself into his body in response to the blows. Spank. Push. Spank. Thrust forward. I scrambled back into my leveraged position. Spank. Spank. I drive myself into his body and felt him fall slightly backward. Back into position. Spank. His hand started rubbing away the sting of the recent spanking. Tom massaged my sore ass, drawing out the combined pain of his treatment. Both of my legs were off the ground as his slow manipulations eased my torment. I relaxed my bottom to the feeling of his hand. My breathing was slowly returning to a steady pace. The sensation of not being spanked was magnificent and I buried my head into the pillow in relief. But Tom wasn't finished with me yet. He caught me unaware as I relaxed and responded to his manipulations. All of a sudden he shifted direction and his hand fell with a hard spank. I gasped in response to the sharp sting as the next blow landed. I was jarred back into painful reality. Spank. Spank. Spank. He seemed determined to make these count. Spank. Spank. Again I found myself bucking and squirming with each blow. Spank. Spank. Spank. I was automatically inching forward to get out of range. But his spanking followed my actions. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The sharpness was rising to a peak. Spank. Spank. Spank. He was sending me over the top. Spank. Spank. Spank. There was no let up. Spank. Spank. Spank. I was trying to twist away, but he held me in position. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. A flurry landed making me gasp in response. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. I couldn't take anymore. Even my screeches seemed to have little impact on his intent. Spank. Spank. Spank. The pain was so intense that I used all my energy to escape. Good Spanking Needed and Delivered And he let me go. My bottom felt like it was literally on fire. The intensity of the last spanking was more than I could imagine. Even with no additional spankings falling the sting continued to mount. I was writhing as the after sting rose to its final crescendo. I scrambled the best I could back over his lap. His hand immediately resting on my glowing bottom. He softly stroked my ass but his actions did little to relieve the lingering pain. Tom continued to rub my ass helping me relax. His other hand rested on my back and both hands worked in tandem. The sharp intensity slowly ebbed away and I collapsed across his knee. The fight had gone out of me. I lay there a prisoner to his intentions. Tom's hands were rubbing and kneading my butt. For a long while I lay there. I couldn't move, but fortunately my spanking had come to an end. His strokes were compassionate. The contrast was extreme and the pleasant sensation returned in response to his final actions. He massaged my butt and upper thighs, squeezing the muscles of my legs while gently rubbing my tortured bottom. And even, though no words were spoken, I knew that my spanking experience had come to its conclusion. It took me a long while to fully recover. My bottom still stung, but the adrenalin rush was strong. I slowly picked myself up off his lap and fell to my knees in front of him. Tom rose and stood back. I picked myself off the floor and slowly rose to my feet. I felt alive and invigorated. I also felt calm and amazingly serene. I looked at my very red ass in the mirror, fascinated that it looked so normal. I simply asked Tom if I could get dressed and followed him out of the "punishment room." We shared a final drink and had a normal conversation - seemingly not even acknowledging that moments ago I was naked and being spanked while laying across his lap. My long time desire for a real, not in my control, take me over my limit, wish it was over before it is over spanking was now a moment in the past. And even though I was a well spanked man, the fantasy for a repeat performance began to stir in the back of my mind. Good Spanking "Take it, you thieving slut," I gasped. All play acting now fully abandoned to the intensity of the wonderful sensations her tight vagina was kindly giving me. Made all the better by the psychological ambrosia of my sexual dominance over the pretty little morsel. "Sir please stop, please. It's hurting." She managed to gasp the words between rapid short breaths. I found myself smiling wickedly at the though of her sexual hurt, and became aware that I was only just over five inches deep into her and now meeting fierce resistance from her tight snatch. I took a moment to enjoy the knowledge that I had stripped her of her cherry with no care for her experience of her first time with a man. She must of thought it was all about to end as I drew myself out of her slowly, but after I was about two inches from leaving her warmth I smashed the whole rigid length back into her with even greater strength than before. Her pussy gave way to this second assault as I buried my seven-inch cock deep in her guts, my swollen bell-end nudging up against her womb. She gasped again and shook slightly as it impacted. My testicles swelled with seamen in their protective sack, my balls were ready to pump out semen for all they were worth at the feel of so much beautifully tight pussy. Though now right on the edge of a full orgasm I knew that it would never do to cum inside her bareback. The risk of pregnancy or leaving physical evidence was just to great for that to be an option no matter how tempting. Yet I knew that before I exploded I wanted to have been right in her to the hilt, to know that I had experienced her softness on every millimetre of my penis, felt her along my full stiff length. I wanted desperately to be sure that I had explored that young tight hole fully, to have truly conquered it and made it mine. Then at last I would pull out and shoot my creamy load over that toned little ass of hers, leaving a gooey river trickling between her cheeks. I let my hips draw me right back out of her so that just the tip of my manhood was resting against her now blood engorged pussy lips. A trickle of fluids both hers and mine ran down from the bottom of her snatch onto the table. With a rumbling moan of pleasure I drove myself deeper into her until her cunt was stretched wide and filled with my entire cock. I looked down at just a circle of skin and my balls, all that was still visible of my manhood now. I took little notice of her sighing and moaning as I buried myself in her yet again. Finally I was happy that I was victorious over her little mound of sex. Its tightness had nearly defeated me. I felt the tingle of my orgasm begin to travel all the way from my asshole through my balls and along the shaft of my blood filled cock. Another squirt of cum pulsed from me into her and I knew that my full orgasm was about to hit, it was still building and building to a great crescendo of sweet sensations. Just as I was about to pull out and fire my shots across her bubble butt, a new hunger and desperate need arose in me. It was as though a most primal driving urge had swept up from some deeper, darker recess of my mind. I did not draw out. Instead with all my strength I pushed inward to her depths, my balls mashed against her crotch bringing a squeal from her mouth. She tried a final wriggle of her hips in some vain hope that she could expel me, which of course just made the waves of orgasm hit me harder and faster. A guttural animal sound erupted from my lips, such as I had never heard before as she ground her sex against me. I could literally feel my hot jism rush from my balls and spray forth a torrent directly into her cum hungry womb. Her tight vagina was quickly filled with my pumping river of hot man filth, the pressure behind it pushed it right up her cunt toward her young but ready ovaries to splatter across her fertile eggs. My organ pulsed; readying to fire again and at the same moment her body betrayed her and her vagina squeezed my prick, caressing it. Her cunt drained the fluids from my balls into itself hungrily. I squirted ream after ream of thick semen rich cum into her squirming body as it remained pinned down to the table by my hard thick cock. As the blinding orgasm passed and the sensations faded I remained in her hot depths. Savouring for a long moment the feeling of having blissfully assaulted this virgin schoolgirl, entrusted to my care by her lazy parents. I smiled at the thought and was finally brought back to the reality of it all when she asked me if she could go now, whether she had finished her punishment now. I was not sure if she had...