Wednesday, July 18, 2012

At School with Katie...

Katie stood in the corner of Mr Jensen's classroom facing the wall, her hands clasped behind her back. She was wearing a blue plaid pleated skirt, a white blouse and knee high socks with Mary Jane shoes. All of the students had left for the day.
Mr Jensen sat at his desk grading papers. He was a handsome tall athletic man in his early thirties. He had dark cropped hair and beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. He wore glasses that gave him a Clark Kent appeal. Today he was wearing a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a blue and white stripped tie. Katie thought he looked so handsome.
She couldn't believe she was in trouble again. Mr Jensen was going to spank her! The butterflies in her tummy were unbearable and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or excited, although the slight tingling sensation between her legs suggested the latter. She started to move from foot to foot. She had been standing in the corner for almost an hour without moving and her legs were stiff.
"Stop fidgeting young lady!" Mr Jensen didn't look up from the papers he was grading, just cleared his throat and continued to grade.
Katie stifled a sigh. She did not want to end up in more trouble that she was already in. She wondered when Mr Jensen would just put her out of her misery and spank her already.
There was a knock at the door and the dean walked in to hand Mr Jensen some papers.
"Oh dear, I see we've got a naughty student serving a detention. What's your name girl?"
"Katie Sir."
"Well, whatever you're in trouble for will hopefully not be repeated."
"No Sir," Katie sighed.
"Oh dear Jensen, another spanking to administer hey? I assume you have permission from the parents to carry out this punishment?"
"Of course," Mr Jensen smiled.
"Well young lady. You should know that Mr Jensen is no softie when it comes to corporal punishments. I've heard him wielding a paddle or strap on many evenings while walking by his classroom. Be assured that your crying and moaning will fall on deaf ears and you will probably not be sitting down comfortably on your sore bottom for quite some time."
Katie smiled at the wall, glad that Mr Jensen and the Dean couldn't see her expression.  She knew very well how Mr Jensen wielded the strap. She had been in this position more than a few times before.
"Very well Mr Jensen. I'll leave you to it," the Dean nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After the Dean had left Katie let out a giggle. She tried to stifle it, but she couldn't.
"Something funny Miss?" Mr Jensen smirked, but Katie couldn't see him.
"No Mr Jensen," Katie muttered.
"Right, well, I think we should get this over with, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," Katie turned around and looked right into those dark brown eyes, longing to be over that gorgeous man's knee.
Mr Jensen stood up from his desk and walked over to Katie. He took her hand and led her back to his desk.
"You know I'm only doing this for your own good, don't you young lady?"
"Yes Sir," Katie whispered.
"Bend over the desk."
Katie did as she was told. Mr Jensen pulled her pleated skirt up over her back and Katie gasped and lifted her hips as she felt his hands on the waistband of her panties.
"No sir, please not on the bare!" she whimpered, biting her lip.
"Oh yes Katie. I'm afraid naughty little girls like you only get spankings on their bare little bottoms. That's the only way to get through to them you see," his voice was firm, but it had a tender tone to it. Katie wished Mr Jensen would just take her in his lap and stroke her hair and tell her everything was alright. She longed to feel forgiven.
Mr Jensen slowly slid her white cotton panties down over her bottom and brought them all the way to her knees. There was no denying it. Katie was exposed. She felt like a very naughty little girl indeed bent over that desk, feeling the cool air on her bare behind.
Mr Jensen slowly removed his leather belt. Katie started to cry.
"Oh, you'll have plenty to cry about sweet Katie," Mr Jensen brushed her bare bottom with his hand and leaned into whisper in her ear. "I'm going to give you a taste of the belt today and it will hurt. But I hope that this will help you to remember to be a good girl in the future."
"Yes sir," Katie sniffed.
With that, Mr Jenson pulled back his belt and brought it down on Katie's bare little tush with a mighty thwack. The sting was so intense it took Katie's breath away.
Then another thwack, right in the center of her bum, covering both cheeks.
"Owwww," Katie cried and tried to rub her bottom with her hands.
"You better move those hands young lady, or they will feel the sting of my belt too," Mr Jenson lay one hand firmly on the small of Katie's back as his other hand continued to wield that gosh darn strap.
Whack, whack whack! The strap continued to reign blows down on Katie's ass. She was sure there were some good looking red stripes all over her butt already.
"Oh my sweet baby girl. We are just warming up," Mr Jensen kindly rubbed her sore butt a little before the blows started to continue.
Whack, smack smack. He worked his way down to her sit spot and to the tops of her legs, slowly working his way down one leg and up the other, each lash stinging her more than the next.
"If you weren't such a naughty girl, I wouldn't have to spank you like a bad little miss, would I?" whack whack whack. That belt just kept wielding it's magic.
"Owwweee, Mr Jensen, I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed and started to repeat her little dance from one foot to the other.
"You better stay still Miss Katie, or I will take you over my knee!"
Katie secretly longed to be over Mr Jensen's knee feeling his strong muscular thighs pressing into her pelvic area. She started to move and fuss more in the hope that he might carry out his threat.
"That's it!" Mr Jensen moved the chair out from his desk, sat down and pulled naughty Katie over his knee. He wasted no time in pulling her panties all the way off and leaving them on the floor. Then he opened his desk drawer and took out a small thin paddle.
"Oh no sir, please, not that stingy little paddle," Katie's eyes widened. She knew this little paddle very well indeed and it was not forgiving.
Smack smack smack. Mr Jensen smacked one cheek, then the other. Katie's bum was on fire. She started bucking under the spanks of that paddle. Mr Jensen was getting a good rhythm going and the sting was almost unbearable. Still Katie started to feel a throbbing in her clitoris and vagina as well as her sore bottom. Her pubic area was rubbing against Mr Jensen's muscular thigh and she thought she might be imagining things, when she could hear his breathing getting heavier with each smack.
"I'm sorry baby. I know this hurts, but that's what happens when you get punished right?" The stinging paddle was still working it's magic, but then he paused. "Right young lady?"
"Ahhh, yes!" Katie moaned.
"Yes what," he asked her with an accompanying smack.
"Ohhh, awwww, yes sir," Katie let a sharp in take of breath through her teeth.
Mr Jensen continued to paddle and lecture and his words made Katie feel like she was going to explode! He was like her Daddy right now. He cared enough to spank her this way. It made her feel warm inside, along with her burning bottom.
Smack, smack, smack. "I'm going to take down your naughty little panties every single time you misbehave from now on young lady!" spank spank spank!. "No more Mr. nice guy! Obviously, you need far more time over my knee than you're getting, don't you young lady?"
"Ooooh, aahhh, yes sir, yes!" Katie breathed. Her hips were moving in time with the blows, her clitoris was rubbing against this masterful mans leg and he wasn't making her stop. The throbbing sensation in her clitoris and vagina just kept building. All the blood was rushing to her bum and pelvic area. Despite the pain, this was delicious. She felt so warm, so protected, so humiliated!
"You naughty naughty girl," Mr Jensen smacked again and again. Katie thought she could hear a little smirk in his voice.
"Ahhhh," her mouth stayed slightly open, her lips pouting and she moaned and squirmed.
Mr Jensen put down the paddle and started to spank her methodically with his hand slapping one cheek and then the other. The throbbing in her vagina became stronger and stronger, as waves of excitement washed over her. She was panting and she could hear Mr Jensen breathing heavily.
"You naughty girl!"
"Ahhhh, yes sir, yes sir..." she moaned and whimpered her hips bucking back and forward until she could take no more. The throbbing had reached it's height and she could was consumed by a long and intense orgasm which worked it's way so deep into her vagina that she thought she might pass out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as her bottom bucked in and out in rhythm with the orgasm that had exploded inside and outside of her. Her bottom and hips thrust in uncontrollable spasms that seemed to last forever, until eventually she came down.
"Ahhhhhhh, oohhhh, mmmmmmm," she moaned before eventually becoming still. 
Mr Jensen let out a deep groan and gave one more firm spank on her bottom.
He started to rub her tingling stinging bum. She felt so wet and satiated.
"Well, Mrs Jensen," he smiled. "I think you might have enjoyed that."
Katie was glowing from her face to her buttocks, "I certainly did. You do know how to spank a naughty wife. I should stop by your work after hours more often!"
"Hmmmm, you definitely should," Mr Jensen stood his wife up and sat her on his lap. "I love you in this school girl outfit, you're like a naughty little girl."
"I can be anything you like!" Katie kissed her husband hard on the lips.
"I'm sure you can my love. I'm also sure I can come up with some special role play for you next time. But for now, I can't wait to get you home and get you out of this uniform!"
Katie kissed her husband again, before they gathered up their things and left his class room along with all the memories of the naughty times they'd had there when no one else was around.



9 comments:

  1. Great story, thank you, I love all this stuff too.
    Blog smacked bottom and a hug.H

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  2. How about a story where an actual little, not teen, girl gets in trouble and then spanked? Without the bear butt thanks, that's a little cruel on a little girl. And at the end its a talk, then hugs.

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    1. I agree in some since but the screaming is hot. After watching/reading a good spanking it turns me on but then I feel bad lol. But good story.

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    2. A very good story! I have spanked loads of girls and the slightly older married ones enjoy it the most!

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  4. Yes this is similar to the game me and my wife Janet play, after being spanked in her knickers they are pulled down to her knees then I can see her yellow stained knicker gusset I tell her for having dirty knickers on she will have them on her head to smell her own stink then its her bare bum that is thrashed.

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  5. Yes married or older women are the beat to spank, tney usually have bigger bums as well, and like , my wife Janet they are more beutiful and their knickers are better stained, I love to spank mature women and smell their dirty knickers.

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  6. I like a real spanking like the kind that goes on until I am bawling, sobbing and crying.
    I finally opened up to boyfriend of 8 month that I like spanking. So we tried a few times. He spanked me until he was comfortable once. Than he spanked me until I safe worded out a few times. He gave me a timed 2 minutes hand spanking a few weeks later which was pretty good. Than I told what I really wanted to try.
    Told him I wanted a very long no-nonsense real discipline punishment style spanking until I am crying beyond my ability to make words. I want no safe word, no time limit, no swat limit, no protection absolutely bare ass and no warm up this time. I told him I want to try to experience the thrill and adrenaline rush of making the choice to submit to it and to see if I can will myself to do. I just wanted to be held afterwards. He was very reluctant at first and we talked about it for days. I asked him for the rapid fire hard and fast style whacks but not at beginning. I wanted him to start off slower and build up so that that the spanking last longer. At first he wasn’t wanting to because he was concerned welts and bruises. After telling him that I expected that. Its still took him over week before he realized I was serious. He finally decided to give it a try.
    We had to wait for another for his roommate to leave for the weekend like he planned to do. We got to his place. I pushed my jeans and panties all the down and he put me over his lap started spanking me with his hand really hard for a really long time. He let me up and I did that post spanking hop. Stiffened up, flew my hands over my ass as I pushed my hips forward and began rubbing frantically as I was hoping up and down. I was far from crying but I sure was fussing because that was the hardest and longest hand spanking I had ever got. After I calmed down enough stay in one place. He went to his room and came back. He pulled off he leather but fairly thin office belt doubled it half and asked me. “Ok, are you sure, no safe word, no time limit and no swat limit?” I respond with a yes. “Ok, that means I decide when this whippin stops not you, you sure that’s what you want, a belt thrashing until you are crying so hard you can’t make out words?”
    There I was jeans and panties down to ankles now. As I was still rubbing I looked directly into his eyes, I shuffled over and gently put my arms around him and hugged him. I kissed him ever so gently and I and said, “Yes, please, I really do want to try this. So please don’t hold back but just start of slowly before you tear into me rapid fire ones ok?” “You'll get quit a few before I finish you off. Remember, your safe word is nullified the moment you laid over couch.
    I laid over the arm of the couch after gave me his bed pillow from his room I can hang on too. He started in hard and continuous about one whack per second and it just seem to go on and on. I .”was fussing and yelling quite a bit every time the belt came down. Than right no where he was beat my ass really and really fast. It took my breath away. I shoved my face I to my pillow and started biting it trying to muffle my screaming. He wasn't stopping, instinctively I tried shouting my safe word but he ignored it and he kept whacking away. I was kicking and screaming and it went on and on. I don’t know how long it lasted but I finally broke into sobbing but he still kept whipping my ass hard and fast. When he stopped I was bawling so hard I was hiccup crying and my eyes were all puffy and stinging as tears were flowing. I just laid there sobbing. I couldn’t believe I was actually able to will myself to accept it. Its was pure release and he held me until I calmed down and afterwards I felt so tranquil and centered.

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