This is a fictional story. I am writing about a great fantasy that I masturbate to regularly and all of the characters have had their names changed for legal purposes. I am extremely turned on by spankings no matter who is involved. I would take a spanking from a male or a female and would also give a spanking to either a male or female. I still consider myself straight because nothing else with a male turns me on whereas all the usual things with females turn me on. (breasts, fucking, blow-jobs etc) I just came up with the idea of writing all of my erotic fantasies today after reading a few others from http://www.thespankingcorner.com which I find to be the best spanking story website there is with special refference to the stories about Kelly, Jenny, and Adrian Hammersmith. Now that that’s out of the way, on with the story!
If you’d asked me now why I’d done it I couldn’t have told you. I’d earned myself another spanking! On Purpose! I was thinking one day how sexual some points of the smacked bottom I’d recieved from Mrs Alison Lidelle not even a month ago had been. It was Monday and I imagined rather than just sitting in a boring everyday class at school, being smacked hard once again over my “Mistress'” knee. Oh, how it stung! How I cried and begged for mercy, but was just smacked and abused me like the naughty little brat I’d been! I wanted it again. I don’t know what it was about her that made me feel so sexual, but I couldn’t help but imagine once again being ridden (and whipped) like a horse as her warm, moist cotton panties rubbed soothingly on my cold, bare back.
So I waited until no other kids were around then sparked up a cigarette, knowing that a prefect could see me! He ran inside and in no time at all, Mrs Lidelle stormed down to the woods, grabbed me by my ear and began to march me back to her office. Kids watched in disbelief as I was pulled into her office and the door was slammed behind me. Before I could say anything, she pushed me over her desk, pulled my legs back so my bottom was in the air, ready for a good hard smack , yanked down my trousers and my pants and smacked me more than twenty times on my bare, plump little bottom with her hard wooden ruler, each whack making me scream and cry out until I was once again a red bottomed, whimpering mess.
Then, to my utter dismay, without a word she opened the door and left! Fear ran through me as my crimson buttocks stayed facing the door way! I could hear girls gasping and giggling behind me, but I didn’t dare turn around. Around five minutes later the headmaster marched in, slammed the door once again and screamed, “HOW DARE YOU BOY! YOU’VE BEEN PUNISHED BEFORE, BUT YOU CAN CONSIDER THAT A WARM-UP FOR WHAT YOU’LL BE RECIEVING TODAY!” with that he took a long leather strap from his waist and brought it *CRACK!* right across my round behind. It was like the riding crop all over again! My bottom ignited and I Yelped and begged “Soooorrryyy Siiirrr!” “YOU THINK YOU’RE SORRY NOW?! WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT’S IN STORE FOR YOU’RE NAUGHTY SCHOOLBOY BEHIND!” With that, it was another ten strappings across my exposed bottom.
“Luckily for you,” he continued after my whippings, “I have students coming over from other private schools to learn about our new disciplinarian plan. These children need to see what’s going to happen when they step out of line, knowing that now these delinquents will be sent here for misbehavior to receive legal corporal punishment!” I couldn’t believe it! Surely he wasn’t going to smack me in front of other kids from other schools! He said nothing else. He simply marched me by ear out of his office. Wearing no trousers or pants. I was pulled through a whole corridor, but luckily only teachers saw my well-smacked bottom and my cold so embarassingly small penis. I couldn’t bare to look up and just cried as my wobbling fat red bottom was stared at by all teachers young, old, male and female and by a smiling Mrs Lidelle.
He took me to the side of the assembly hall stage and told me to wait there. I waited in anticipation as the rebelious boys and girls from other schools began to fill up the seats in the assembly hall. I wished that it was Mrs Lidelle punishing me and not the headmaster! At least she smacked me in private and left me with the slightest bit of dignity! (That was, of course, until I wet my panties!) He gave a ten minute speech to the children, which I can’t really remember because I was in such a state of panic, before saying a phrase I’ll never forget. “Now boys and girls, to show you what happens to those who step out of line in my school, I have a very naughty boy waiting for a spanking right here!” Everyone seemed shocked and a few of the boys sniggered, but stopped immediately, so I’m guessing the headmaster must have given them a stern, “You’ll be next” type of look.
Then came the moment I had feared the most, “David get out here right now!” he shouted. Slowly I waddelled towards him in nothing but my school shirt and socks. I noticed he was sitting sown on an armless chair, meaning I’d be going across his knee, so I went over and began to bend over his intimidating lap, not looking at anyone, when he stopped me with his arm. He turned me around so that my punished bottom faced the crowd and I heard everyone gasp. “This is just a warm up for naughty boys and girls in my school.” he said, prodding a finger into the left cheek of my cold backside. “Now I’ll show you how to really warm up a bottom that’s in need of a good seeing to!” I gulped, wondering just how bad my “seeing to” would be. “Over my knee!” he comanded. “oh no” I thought, “here we go.”
As I began to bend over his knee he suddenly pulled my cock and rammed it in between his legs! I felt so humiliated as he rubbed my bottom for a few second before lifting his hand and giving it the first hard smack. My flaming behind re-lit it’s unbearable fire as I shouted out and he began to rapidly smack my bottom. I noticed, unlike Mrs Lidelle he found an area right in the center of my bottom and smacked that spot repeatedly rather than moving around my crimson cheeks. On and on he went for ten minutes on the same spot, not stopping or speaking once, smacking my bottom like a mother would spank her child for not doing what he was told.
My face was almost as red as my bottom with embarassment as the bad kids from the other schools watched with there mouths hanging open as I recieved my smacking. Soon later he lifted me off his lap and told me to bend over with my hands on my toes and my bottom in the air as I was going to be caned! A caning! I didn’t know they actually did that! I thought it was a myth! “Please, no Sir, I’ll be good I promise!” “David”, he said in a quiet, stern voice which I knew would mean I’d be getting more if I didn’t do what I was told. With that I got myself into position.
This was bad enough in itself because the position was awkward and uncomfortable even without recieving a smacked bottom at the age of sixteen in front of alot of troublesome teenagers, some of them girls! He retrieved a thin rattan cane from the side of the stage and without warning, began to smack me with it. It was awful. I cried and cried, not even trying to hold back. I urinated a little onto the floor, but he didn’t say anything, he just caned me harder! The sound terrified me as much as the paint! *SWISH, CRACK! SWISH, CRACK! SWISH CRACK!* My bottom electrified and my warm pee soaked my feet! Why did I always lose my bladder during a smacked bottom?!
I could feel a little blood trickling down my right cheek as the unforgiving wooden cane slashed across my upturned backside. It must have been half an hour of good whipping, hundreds of beats of the cane before he finaly let me get up. He told me turn around to the audience and thank them for watching. I turned to them, but couldn’t bring myself to say anything. He gave my botttom a good hard smack from behind and I yelped and blurted out “Than- Thank you for watching” And walked off the stage crying like a little girl.
I was glad to see the bottom half of my uniform lying at the side of the stage beside a grinning Alison Lidelle. Once again she gave my cock a good stare before saying “Hope you learned your lesson”, smirking and walking away. I watched her firm, curved bottom move beautifully under her skirt, remembering that glorious day when she had ridden me and spanked me, before getting changed and leaving the assembly hall.
On my way out a girl from another school, who had been at the conference approached me. “Oh shit” I thought, “And I thought my punishment was over!” She was thin and very pretty, with a slight emo look about her and alot of lipgloss and eyeshaddow. “Hi” she said, “I’m Sophie.” I didn’t say anything. “Don’t worry” she continued, “I’m sure my naughty bottom will be over that man’s knee too soon.” With that she smiled, winked and walked away.