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The Spanking that Changed My Life
My heart sank when I learnt my English Literature course would be in
Miss Leatherswell's class. That's because Miss Leatherswell was renown
throughout the school as a keen disciplinarian. One saving grace was
my best friend Clare would be in my class but I had a sense of
foreboding. Many a tale I could recall of her appearing to
have savoured the disciplinary use of her hand, slipper, tawse and
cane to deal with any infractions of our girls' boarding school rules. How long would it be before Clare or I would be over her knee or desk, skirt raised and knickers lowered? To my utter dismay I learnt it would be when I arrived 10 minutes late for my second ever lesson with her.
A moment after I had entered her class she sternly addressed me:
"Miss Blake please inform me and the class why you have chosen to arrive 10
minutes late!"
"I'm sorry Miss but I have just come from the Library
and they had a problem finding a book I wanted to borrow. I didn't
mean to be late Miss".
As I spoke I could feel myself blushing.
"The fact remains you are late and you know that I take a breach of
punctuality for my classes very seriously. Furthermore, I shall
demonstrate that I will not accept any lateness nor infractions of the
school disciplinary code reserved for the over eighteens in this
exclusive establishment. You will of course recall you duly signed
that code and that allows me to use corporal punishment on any occasion such as this. I shall therefore deal with you here and now and let it serve as a reminder to this class I am a stickler for rules and regulations!"
"Get over here girl!" She sharply barked and then I found myself
blushing brightly and feeling very apprehensive as I stood in front of
the class standing to her right whilst she sternly rebuked me further.
Then once the telling off was over I felt her right hand firmly push
my back down as she commanded "Over my knee girl"
and I found myself lying over her lap resting on a crisp black short skirt.
I could not believe it, besides a few spankings I had got from my parents,
I was now to get it in front of the class from a relative stranger. There
was her school desk obscuring the view of many but I cannot forget
looking up and meeting the eyes of those I could see in the front row.
There was Sarah, another of my mates and Patricia, one
renowned for spreading gossip.
Miss Leatherswell immediately lifted my grey pleated skirt, ruffled
out the creases and left it resting on my back, and then she clasped
both sides of my white knickers and slowly peeled them down, appearing
to be very precise in deliberately leaving them with the waistband
cutting into my thighs a few inches below my bottom and the crutch
lightly touching my private parts. Immediately, I felt vulnerable and
a coolness surrounding my bottom. My head lowered and I felt
determined to take her bare bottom spanking with minimal complaint.
How wrong could I have been! Her first spank hit smartly on my right
buttock and immediately I felt a stinging pain. Then her second spank
was delivered with an equal force and again I felt the smarting pain. Ouch, I thought and it was harder than mum and dad spank me and
we only just began. Instinctively, I brought my right hand back to
protect my bottom but immediately she firmly clasped my wrist and
pressed it into the small of my back and this then seemed to spur her
onto even harder spanks. I had never been held so firmly for a
spanking and it was proving harder and more prolonged than the worst
I'd received off my dad. It seemed so unfair that within a minute of
arriving late for Miss Leatherswell's class I was over her knee
receiving a severe bare bottom spanking. At first I tried to make no
sound and accept the spanks without clenching my bottom or making a
noise. That soon proved to be a hopeless strategy as this Miss
Leatherswell spanked hard, in fact very hard and rapidly so. It can't
have been more than 15 seconds after she started and I was sounding
off. Those spanks were hurting so much that not only did I let the
class know how much I was hurting with my whaling and wriggling but I
began to kick my feet in the air too. I became infuriated by the
stinging and the increasing burning pain that had so rapidly spread
thoughout both bottom cheeks. I struggled but found I could do nothing
to stop her from spanking me, nor wrestle my hand away from her tight
grip. Surely she'd allow me to occasionally rub the pain away but not
under Miss Leatherswell's treatment. I could not help it but I had to
plead with her: "Please stop Miss, please! I've learnt my lesson."
Her reply was short and sharp: "I shall decide when you've learnt your
lesson girl, and it certainly isn't yet. Understand?"
Meekly I replied, "Yes, Miss."
The spanks continued and as they did I lowered my head and all could
do was submit to the pain. As I did I was looking at her black high
heels and her shapely stocking clad calves. It seems strange to recall
but I actually started admiring her. Was it the sight of her silver
tipped heels, her sheen black stockings or the energy with which she
spanked me. Maybe I just wanted to distract myself from the stinging
pain in my bottom. I could not understand it as she was really hurting
me but the more she spanked me the more I found myself accepting it. I
found my bottom becoming slightly numb to the increasing burning pain
of the spanks. But despite the stinging spanks, I found myself
increasingly aware of this intense flush of pleasure that was totally
absorbing my mind and my very intimate parts, the place where boys had
dared to touch me but never had. I could feel such a warm wetness
there and where some of my knickers nestled against. I did not care.
She was spanking me harder now but as she did I wriggled my bottom and
pressed my pelvis up hard against her tight skirt and sheen stocking
clad knees as much as my restrained body would allow. I no longer made
sounds defining the pain I was feeling but ones which were mixed with
pleasure. I was aware too of murmurs and whispers spreading throughout
the class. Miss Leatherswell demanded silence but she was getting none
from me! Then, as she delivered her final few, determined spanks, I
distinctly moaned with pleasure. I had seen through her hardest spanks
and felt as though I had won and she had lost. Sex Education classes
had tried to explain how we would feel during the heights of pleasure
but that didn't come close to what I had just experienced over Miss
Leatherswell's knee whilst she spanked me with all her might! When I
returned to my desk my bottom was feeling incredibly hot and
pleasurable and my head was positively swimming. I felt as high as a
kite! But as for the remainder of the lesson I really can't recall. I
have been told I appeared to be in a dream like state from which no
one was able to snap me out of.
I shall simply end by saying that that day when Miss Leatherswell
spanked me was the day I opened my mind to the joys of spankings and a
path I can now reveal has been full to the brim with delicious
spankings from boys and girls alike and as I venture into my twenties
I know I will continue to experience with unmitigated pleasures....
My heart sank when I learnt my English Literature course would be in
Miss Leatherswell's class. That's because Miss Leatherswell was renown
throughout the school as a keen disciplinarian. One saving grace was
my best friend Clare would be in my class but I had a sense of
foreboding. Many a tale I could recall of her appearing to
have savoured the disciplinary use of her hand, slipper, tawse and
cane to deal with any infractions of our girls' boarding school rules. How long would it be before Clare or I would be over her knee or desk, skirt raised and knickers lowered? To my utter dismay I learnt it would be when I arrived 10 minutes late for my second ever lesson with her.
A moment after I had entered her class she sternly addressed me:
"Miss Blake please inform me and the class why you have chosen to arrive 10
minutes late!"
"I'm sorry Miss but I have just come from the Library
and they had a problem finding a book I wanted to borrow. I didn't
mean to be late Miss".
As I spoke I could feel myself blushing.
"The fact remains you are late and you know that I take a breach of
punctuality for my classes very seriously. Furthermore, I shall
demonstrate that I will not accept any lateness nor infractions of the
school disciplinary code reserved for the over eighteens in this
exclusive establishment. You will of course recall you duly signed
that code and that allows me to use corporal punishment on any occasion such as this. I shall therefore deal with you here and now and let it serve as a reminder to this class I am a stickler for rules and regulations!"
"Get over here girl!" She sharply barked and then I found myself
blushing brightly and feeling very apprehensive as I stood in front of
the class standing to her right whilst she sternly rebuked me further.
Then once the telling off was over I felt her right hand firmly push
my back down as she commanded "Over my knee girl"
and I found myself lying over her lap resting on a crisp black short skirt.
I could not believe it, besides a few spankings I had got from my parents,
I was now to get it in front of the class from a relative stranger. There
was her school desk obscuring the view of many but I cannot forget
looking up and meeting the eyes of those I could see in the front row.
There was Sarah, another of my mates and Patricia, one
renowned for spreading gossip.
Miss Leatherswell immediately lifted my grey pleated skirt, ruffled
out the creases and left it resting on my back, and then she clasped
both sides of my white knickers and slowly peeled them down, appearing
to be very precise in deliberately leaving them with the waistband
cutting into my thighs a few inches below my bottom and the crutch
lightly touching my private parts. Immediately, I felt vulnerable and
a coolness surrounding my bottom. My head lowered and I felt
determined to take her bare bottom spanking with minimal complaint.
How wrong could I have been! Her first spank hit smartly on my right
buttock and immediately I felt a stinging pain. Then her second spank
was delivered with an equal force and again I felt the smarting pain. Ouch, I thought and it was harder than mum and dad spank me and
we only just began. Instinctively, I brought my right hand back to
protect my bottom but immediately she firmly clasped my wrist and
pressed it into the small of my back and this then seemed to spur her
onto even harder spanks. I had never been held so firmly for a
spanking and it was proving harder and more prolonged than the worst
I'd received off my dad. It seemed so unfair that within a minute of
arriving late for Miss Leatherswell's class I was over her knee
receiving a severe bare bottom spanking. At first I tried to make no
sound and accept the spanks without clenching my bottom or making a
noise. That soon proved to be a hopeless strategy as this Miss
Leatherswell spanked hard, in fact very hard and rapidly so. It can't
have been more than 15 seconds after she started and I was sounding
off. Those spanks were hurting so much that not only did I let the
class know how much I was hurting with my whaling and wriggling but I
began to kick my feet in the air too. I became infuriated by the
stinging and the increasing burning pain that had so rapidly spread
thoughout both bottom cheeks. I struggled but found I could do nothing
to stop her from spanking me, nor wrestle my hand away from her tight
grip. Surely she'd allow me to occasionally rub the pain away but not
under Miss Leatherswell's treatment. I could not help it but I had to
plead with her: "Please stop Miss, please! I've learnt my lesson."
Her reply was short and sharp: "I shall decide when you've learnt your
lesson girl, and it certainly isn't yet. Understand?"
Meekly I replied, "Yes, Miss."
The spanks continued and as they did I lowered my head and all could
do was submit to the pain. As I did I was looking at her black high
heels and her shapely stocking clad calves. It seems strange to recall
but I actually started admiring her. Was it the sight of her silver
tipped heels, her sheen black stockings or the energy with which she
spanked me. Maybe I just wanted to distract myself from the stinging
pain in my bottom. I could not understand it as she was really hurting
me but the more she spanked me the more I found myself accepting it. I
found my bottom becoming slightly numb to the increasing burning pain
of the spanks. But despite the stinging spanks, I found myself
increasingly aware of this intense flush of pleasure that was totally
absorbing my mind and my very intimate parts, the place where boys had
dared to touch me but never had. I could feel such a warm wetness
there and where some of my knickers nestled against. I did not care.
She was spanking me harder now but as she did I wriggled my bottom and
pressed my pelvis up hard against her tight skirt and sheen stocking
clad knees as much as my restrained body would allow. I no longer made
sounds defining the pain I was feeling but ones which were mixed with
pleasure. I was aware too of murmurs and whispers spreading throughout
the class. Miss Leatherswell demanded silence but she was getting none
from me! Then, as she delivered her final few, determined spanks, I
distinctly moaned with pleasure. I had seen through her hardest spanks
and felt as though I had won and she had lost. Sex Education classes
had tried to explain how we would feel during the heights of pleasure
but that didn't come close to what I had just experienced over Miss
Leatherswell's knee whilst she spanked me with all her might! When I
returned to my desk my bottom was feeling incredibly hot and
pleasurable and my head was positively swimming. I felt as high as a
kite! But as for the remainder of the lesson I really can't recall. I
have been told I appeared to be in a dream like state from which no
one was able to snap me out of.
I shall simply end by saying that that day when Miss Leatherswell
spanked me was the day I opened my mind to the joys of spankings and a
path I can now reveal has been full to the brim with delicious
spankings from boys and girls alike and as I venture into my twenties
I know I will continue to experience with unmitigated pleasures....
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