Chapter 3
There are some masochistic and sadistic tendencies in all of us. Who has not experienced self-pity? Who has not, at one time or other, teased another person to the point of tears?
Usually, a person with masochistic inclinations has no desire to torment or bring pain to another, yet there are many instances whereby some people are interchangeable; taking turns being the tormenter and the victim. Just as there are men and women who are bisexual and can enjoy the sexual relations with either men or women, so there are spanking devotees who can either give or receive the paddling.
Patricia is such a girl. A striking blonde, she is an exceptionally good teacher. She has long been aware of her desire to spank and be spanked. From her history, she received her first spanking while in elementary school for some transgression not explained. The principle, a man, administered this spanking to her, and Patricia was surprised to find that, instead of the severe pain she had been expecting, she felt only a tingling sensation of extreme pleasure.
It was after her first paddling that she decided to have this principle spank her once again. With the misunderstood intelligence of children, she again violated some school rule, and once more found herself across the knees of this man. This second paddling, however, made her aware of something different--the man experienced an erection.
This pleased Patricia, and for the remainder of elementary school, she was paddled frequently by this man. Although she enjoyed having her bottom spanked, she also enjoyed the probe of his erect penis against her small stomach. As she entered high school, she tried in vain to be paddled there. She was disappointed to find the teachers and principle were not allowed to spank teenage girls.
However, Patricia did find an outlet for her burgeoning desires.
"I was almost seventeen," she said. "I caught this kid--he was around twelve or so--in the garage one afternoon. He never took anything, but he liked to play around in there. My parents didn't care because he was a nice boy and always put things back where he found them.
"My father had an old car stored in the garage. It didn't run and a fender was missing and some of the cotton upholstery was ripped. The boy liked to play around with the car, and I still don't know why my father kept the damn thing around. He was always going to fix it up, but never did.
"Well, I took a stack of old newspapers out into the garage one afternoon, and there this boy was. He was sitting in the front seat of the old car, and he had prick out and was masturbating furiously. He was so involved in what he was doing that he didn't realize I was in the garage with him for a moment.
"When he looked up and saw me standing at the door of the old car, he became very frightened and stuffed his prick into his pants. But not before I had a good look at it. It was the first one I had seen, but I had naturally discussed such things with other girls. I wanted to see more of it for some reason, although he was much younger than I. 'What do you think you're doing here?' I asked him. He stammered something and started to get out of the car. I stopped him. 'I'm going to tell your mother about this ... and my parents, too. They won't let you play in the garage anymore.'
"He became afraid when I told him that. He begged me not to tell, saying he wouldn't do it again. I agreed not to tell on him, on the condition that he would accept my spanking. At first he didn't want to, but I reminded him that his whipping would be worse from his mother. 'Either you let me spank you, or I'll have to tell,' I told him.
"He agreed to let me whip him. I had him get out of the car and lean over some boxes stacked there in the corner. I looked around for a paddle of some sort, but there was nothing I could use. He was wearing a pair of those jeans with metal studs on the pockets, and I knew that if I used my hand those things would hurt me. 'Pull down your pants,' I said, feeling myself shiver a bit with the thing I was going to do.
"Up until that time, I had never spanked anyone in my life, but remembering how nice it felt to me when I was little, well, it just seemed reasonable that I would feel just as good paddling someone else.
"The kid hesitated about dropping his pants, so I picked up a wide piece of wood from the floor, saying I would use that if he didn't bare his bottom. He looked at the stick and then at me. I guess he saw how determined I was from my expression, anyway, he nervously unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He had on a pair of white jockey shorts, and for a moment I debated with myself about making him remove those, too. But that was going a bit far, I thought.
"I dropped the wood I was holding and had him bend over the boxes again. This made his jockey shorts stretched tight on his small cheeks. Just seeing them that way made my heart leap into my throat. I shivered as though a sudden chill had come across me, and I could feel my pussy getting moist. It was a sensation I had never felt before, and I liked it very much.
"Surprising as it may sound, I had not even masturbated myself up to this time. I know most girls at that age have already lost their cherry and are getting fucked every weekend.
"Anyway, I gazed at his concealed buttocks and became very aroused, mostly because of what I was about to do to him. The kid was crying already, and he was gripping the boxes hard with his fingers. I lifted my right hand and then brought it down, very, very hard, across his ass. He started to holler as the pain struck him. 'You start yelling,' I said, 'and I'll spank you bloody!'
"That stopped him from making a sound, except to cry softly with huge tears streaking his face. I brought my palm down again on his ass and the sound of flesh against flesh almost brought me to an orgasm there and then. My legs felt watery and I was trembling violently, but I kept bringing my hand down on his behind with stinging, smacking blows. I could feel all sorts of nice things happening to me, mostly down between my thighs. Even my breasts became swollen while I spanked him, and my nipples rubbed against my bra as though they were raw with sensation.
"I continued spanking him and he cried and squirmed to make me stop, but I was clutched in a beautiful sensation of passion. I could feel my pussy twitch strongly with each smack on his ass, and my panties were becoming soggy from the juice that was flowing from me. Then, as I brought my palm down in a very hard, very loud fleshy smack on his ass, everything seemed to explode inside me. My legs quivered, then trembled, and I slumped to the floor of the garage, unable to stand there any longer. I pressed one hand tightly into my cunt and just shuddered with the most beautiful feeling I had ever felt before.
"When I recovered enough to look at the kid, he was still standing there, his pants down around his ankles, facing me with wide, frightened eyes. 'Are you hurt, Patricia?' he asked. 'What happened to you? Are you sick?'
"I had to smile at his concern. Although I had just spanked his little ass very hard, he was still concerned about me. I told him I was alright, that I had become weak for a moment. Then I glanced down at his shorts. I could see his prick pushing out at the cloth, and it surprised me to see that he was hard all over again. When he saw where I was looking, he quickly pulled his pants up, but it didn't conceal the bulge. I was sitting in such a position with one knee up that caused my skirt to expose my thighs. The boy glanced at them, then turned and ran out of the garage.
"That night, while I was in bed, I relived what I had done to him. I thrilled to the sound of my hand on his small ass, and it wasn't long before I was clawing at my pussy, masturbating for the first time. All the time my fingers were drumming against my heated clitoris and pussy lips, my mind was blazing with the vision of his ass beneath my hand. Needless to say, I had myself a terrific orgasm.
"I began watching for the kid, trying to catch him in the garage again. I wanted to spank him in the worse way imaginable. I don't mean that I wanted to really hurt him ... all I wanted to do was use my hand again and hear those stinging slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Finally, I did catch him there, but he wasn't doing anything to make me spank him. He was sitting in the old car again, pretending to drive it. When I walked in, he looked up at me with fear in his eyes, then he smiled shyly at me. I crawled into the front seat of the old car with him and watched as he pretended he was running the grand prix or Daytona five-hundred. After a while, we began talking about what I had done to him a week past. I was delighted to find out he enjoyed the paddling as much as I. He was much wiser than I was, too. He had understood what happened to me that day, and in a hesitant manner, told me that if I had continued spanking him a bit longer, he would have came off.
"Now, you've got to remember that I was still very much ignorant about sex. But I was becoming eager to learn, now that I had experienced my first orgasm. We discussed the spanking, and while we talked, I noticed that his prick was bulging against the front of his jeans again. He was somewhat embarrassed about this, but I told him boldly, 'Don't be ashamed of it,' I said. 'I know all about boys.'
"Of course, that was a lie, but he didn't know it. What with me being older by four or five years, he felt I must surely know what I was talking about. Soon I asked him if he would let me spank him again, and after a moment's hesitation, he agreed.
"We got out of the old car and he went straight to the boxes again. I didn't have to tell him to take his jeans down, either. He unbuttoned them and let them drop to the floor, then he leaned over the boxes willingly. For a long moment I just stared at his concealed ass, then decided that if I had achieved an orgasm by spanking him with his shorts on, I would certainly get a better one if he were exposed. 'Would you mind if I spanked you on the naked behind?' I asked him.
"He willingly dropped his shorts, and when I saw his small, naked ass, I almost swooned with pleasure. His cheeks were very white and smooth. I reached out one hand and touched him there, and a spark of something delicious shot through me. I traced a fingertip up and down the crack of his ass, feeling the warmth of him there. He was trembling and his smooth flesh started getting chill bumps on it. I petted his naked ass gently, saying, 'If I hurt you too much, let me know and I'll stop.' But I secretly hoped he wouldn't make me stop spanking him. He nodded his head, his eyes closed tightly and there was a slight flush on his face, whether from shame or humiliation, I don't know.
"I drew my hand back, fingers stiff and palm ready. Then I brought it down in a resounding smack. The sound of my flesh striking his naked ass sent a shiver of passion rippling through me, and my pussy started that wild twitching inside my panties.
"At first, I would draw my hand back and bring it down against his ass slowly, making the cheeks become pink. But the more I paddled him, the hotter I became, and it wasn't long before I was whipping him hard and fast. His white ass became pink, then red, and soon it was a brilliant scarlet color. I alternated my blows on each cheek, making them glow warmly. My legs once more turned to liquid and I felt my orgasm coming on swiftly. I stopped spanking him, and the feeling of explosion receded. I stood there and he lifted his head and peered back at me, his eyes with tears in them. 'Why are you stopping?' he asked. 'I must,' I replied in a quivery voice. 'I don't want it to happen yet.'
"He turned from the boxes and I saw that his prick was very elongated and thick. He reached down and felt of it, no longer bashful. I stared at his hand as it raced up and down the thick thing, and I became excited all over again. 'Hurry,' I said urgently, 'turn around and let me spank you again! Hurry ... I'm almost there!'
"He leaned on the boxes and I began to beat him very hard, my hand stinging against his naked, rosy ass. He squirmed his hips around and shoved them back at me as if he was really enjoying himself. Then, all of a sudden, he grunted and his hips started jerking back and forth. I continued whipping him until he cried out that he had enough. When he turned to face me again, I saw the globs of his ejaculation on the boxes. I had not come, and my pussy was twitching so much with the sensation of it I was about ready to climb the walls!
"Hardly knowing what I was doing, I whipped my body around and lifted my skirt to my waist. 'Spank me!' I cried out, shoving my ass toward him. 'Hurry and spank my ass! Ohhh ... I'm about there!'
"There was no hesitation about him now. He started paddling my panty-clad ass, at first lightly, then harder as I shoved my ass back against his hand. The blows were stinging every nerve of my bottom, and the sounds that came to my ears were the most delightful I had ever heard. By the time he had struck my ass five or six times, I was clutched in the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I fell to the floor and writhed in agonized pleasure as my orgasm boiled forth, my ass-cheeks burning from the pain. I didn't care at all that my dress was around my waist and that the kid could see me bang my pussy up and down on the cement floor. The feeling I was enjoying was so intense, I didn't care about anything except the wonderful sensations I was having.
"When it was over, I sat up, my knees wide apart and grinned up at the kid, who was still naked from the waist down. His prick was standing up hard again, and I asked him if he wanted to be spanked again. He shook his head no, and turned to show me his ass. It was fiery red, and looked very tender. I knew he couldn't take another spanking right then.
"I reached out and took hold of his prick, pulling him so that he was facing me again. It was my first time to touch a boy this way, and it felt good. I stroked my fingers up and down his hard prick while he looked down at me. Neither of us were ashamed of what we were doing now.
"For a while, I played with his prick, then an overwhelming urge came over me to kiss it. Still sitting on the floor of the garage, my skirt high and thighs widely exposed, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his prick. The kid trembled and arched his pelvis forward, and before I knew what I was doing, I had taken the swollen head into my lips and was sucking on it. My senses became inflamed again, and I pulled the full length of his prick into my mouth. I ran my hands around his hips and stroked his rosy ass while I sucked like a greedy bitch at his prick. I could feel the heat coming from his ass-cheeks, and the longer I sucked on his prick, the more I wanted to spank him again. Maybe it was the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth, I don't know, but whatever it was, when I started paddling his ass while sucking his prick, he didn't even whimper.
"My spanking became harder against his naked ass as I sucked furiously on his prick. With each blow on his behind, I could feel the head of his cock slam against my throat. His balls swung against my chin, because his cock was smaller than a man's I was able to take every inch of it into my mouth. I spanked harder and harder on his ass as I sucked, creating as much friction as I could against the sides of his prick with my lips, my tongue swirling and licking as I moved my face back and forth.
"The position was awkward for spanking, and I couldn't get the power I wanted behind the blows. Not wanting to stop sucking him, I had to make do with the position as best I could. When he went off inside my mouth, I thought I would strangle on the strange-tasting substance, but I swallowed and gulped and kept right on sucking and spanking his ass. I kept it up until he had finished coming down my throat and pulled his deflating prick away. When I looked into his face, there were tears there, but his eyes were shining brightly ... as brightly as his ass!
"I sucked that kid's prick off while spanking him in that position about three times a week. Then, when I graduated from high school, I went off to the state college and never saw him again.
"At college I lived in a dormitory. I was fortunate in having a roommate who enjoyed spanking as much as I. I discovered she liked having her ass paddled quite by accident. Nolene--that was her name--had a habit of prancing around the room in hardly anything at all. She always wore sheer, lacy panties and bras--nothing else. When she went to bed at night, she would strip them off and get between the sheets naked.
"I would look at her almost revealed ass-cheeks as she walked about the room, wondering how it would be to paddle a girl. She had a beautiful set of cheeks on her ... smooth, creamy, and wonderfully shaped. I would get aroused simply by looking at them and thinking how nice it would be to spank them and make them glow a bright red color.
"After I had been in college about four months, Nolene was shaking her beautiful ass around the room in those revealing panties. When she walked passed me, she sort of gave them a tantalizing little jerk in my direction, giggling. Of its own volition, my hand lifted automatically and I placed a well-aimed slap right across both cheeks. 'Don't shake that ass in my face, honeybun,' I told her. Nolene stopped short, her body shaking gently, every muscle rigid. Then, she turned and faced me, her eyes wide but hot. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth and darted across those full lips.
"Without a word, she turned and moved to her bed, stripping off her panties and bra. For a moment, she paused, leaned over slightly with her naked ass toward me, then, with a glance over her shoulder, she shook her ass and crawled into bed.
"I spent a restless night that night, unable to sleep because the vision of her perfectly shaped buttocks kept floating around in my mind. I grew very aroused just thinking how nice it would be to spank her there, to make those white, sweet cheeks glow with heat.
"The next day, after classes, I entered the room to find Nolene completely naked. It was the first time she had done this, and immediately I became aroused by the sight of her succulent ass. She was standing at the desk, looking out the window. Those sweet-looking mounds were slightly arched toward me, and I felt my palm itch with desire to spank her. I'm not sure she knew I had come in or not, but while I stood there gazing hotly at her naked ass, she began to move her feet in a little dance step. Her cheeks started trembling into motion, and my passion lifted tremendously. Nolene began waving her naked ass then, making them clench together and then relax. I couldn't stand there any longer without giving them a good smack.
"I moved silently up behind her, and brought my open hand down in a stinging smack across one delightfully smooth cheek. Nolene's body went rigid, and then she shivered. Turning toward me, I recognized passion in her dark eyes. What she did next surprised me. Nolene wrapped her arms about my shoulders and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue fluttering over my lips. At first, I was too surprised to respond, then as her tongue probed against my teeth, I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I raced my hands down her naked back and cupped her ass tightly, drawing her furry pelvis against me. Both of us were whimpering in steaming passion, and I dug my fingers into the warm crack of her ass and held on tightly as she rolled and twisted against me.
"When Nolene pulled her lips and tongue from my mouth, she looked into my eyes with a glassy stare. 'Patricia,' she whispered in a husky voice, 'do it again! Slap my ass with your hand again ... please!'
"She squirmed out of my arms and threw herself over the desk, her ass arching up, inviting me to spank her soundly. Thrilled at this discovery, I began to spank her, lightly at first, watching her cheeks become pink. She moaned and writhed her ass beneath my blows, and I became so aroused that my panties were sticky with the flowing secretions there. As her ass turned pink, I began to strike her harder, hearing the delicious sounds of flesh against flesh. The palm of my hand was stinging, but nothing compared to the warming I was giving her behind. Those wonderfully smooth cheeks soon began to glow a rosy red, and as the pain increased, Nolene began to whimper in passion. I stopped paddling her for a moment and leaned down to peer between her thighs. I could see the moisture oozing from her pussy, making the strands of her cunt hair very wet. She waved her ass and groaned for me to keep on spanking her.
"I began to use both hands now, stinging her ass-cheeks as hard as I could stand it. Small welts raised up on her flesh from the imprints of my fingers, and finally Nolene shuddered violently. I knew she was having an orgasm, so I kept right on spanking her hard until it was finished. She slumped to the floor, sitting on her bruised ass and sobbed with pleasure-pain. Then she did something I had not been expecting.
"Nolene shot her hands under my skirt and ripped my panties down. Startled, I didn't stop her. Once she had my panties down, she lifted my skirt and shoved her head beneath it, her face pressed hard into my crotch. Since I was very much aroused, I spread my feet on the floor and felt her grip the cheeks of my ass in both hands, and she started licking furiously at my inflamed clitoris. My skirt was over her head, so I couldn't see her, but I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her as tight as I could into my dripping pussy, letting her tongue slip right up inside me. The sensation of having a tongue thrust into my pussy was terrific, and for a moment I wondered why I had not tried this before.
"She shot her tongue in and out of my cunt, delving and licking and sucking all at the same time. Then, as her fingers clawed at my ass-cheeks, she swirled it up around my excited clitoris and tongued it as her lips closed around and sucked the sensitive thing. I rocked and tossed my pelvis into her face as she attempted to devour everything her mouth and tongue could find between my thighs. I had never felt anything like it before, and I strained hard against her slobbering mouth, feeling my orgasm bubble up and then explode. It was such a terrific feeling, I fell away from her mouth and thudded to the floor, sprawling with my legs wide apart as my body shivered in the violent spasms.
"After the overwhelming orgasm was over, I opened my eyes to see Nolene still sitting there, staring at me with wide-eyed fascination. I sat up, closing my thighs and pulling my skirt over my exposed pussy. For a long time, neither of us said anything, just looked at one another. Her breasts were huge, with great pink nipples centered directly in the center of the creamy mounds. As we looked at each other with understanding at least, she gently fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. Then, Nolene grinned impishly at me, saying, 'Patricia, you are one good ass spanker!'
"We said no more about the subject, and Nolene continued to move about the room nakedly, her ass-cheeks retaining the redness and finger imprints of my hand for a long time. It was thrilling to me, knowing I had caused that stinging soreness there.
"When it was time to go to bed, Nolene came over to me and asked if I would like to spank her again before we went to sleep. Of course, I didn't refuse. But she wanted me to spank her in a different position this time. 'I want to suck your pussy, Patricia, while you spank my behind,' she said. Remembering the young kid I used to suck and spank at the same time, I wondered just how this was possible. Don't forget, I was still a novice at this sort of thing, but was I ever eager to learn!
"Nolene had me lay back on my bed, face up. She then crawled onto her hands and knees at my side, only she had her face over my pussy and her ass near my right shoulder. 'Now, spank me hard while I suck and lick your pussy, Patricia,' Nolene said, and dived her face between my thighs.
"Her tongue swiped up and down my pussy, her hands pulling the lips apart to expose my clitoris. Then, as she started sucking and licking at my inflamed clitoris, I started spanking her on the ass. The harder I struck, the more forcefully her tongue licked.
"But I was unable to get the leverage I wanted to spank her really hard. I pulled at her thigh, telling her, 'straddle my face, Nolene ... I can spank you much harder that way.' She gurgled into my moist pussy and threw her left thigh over my face, and I found myself looking up into a hairy hole that was literally dripping secretions. Her position made her pussy gape wide open and the tiny pink of her clitoris seemed to throb with arousal. Just past her gaping pussy was the brown pucker of her asshole. I brought my arms past her knees and lifted them above my head, then placed my hands on each of her naked cheeks, seeing if I could have the swing I wanted in this position. It was beautiful! I started smacking her, but found it was still a bit awkward. Taking hold of her ass-cheeks, I pulled them down a bit lower, and found my lips brushing her cunt hair. When I discovered that she was in a lovely position now, I didn't mind the fact that my lips were almost touching her pussy.
"I began to paddle her hard now, and Nolene waved her naked ass in delicious pleasure-pain, her tongue diving far into my pussy, then swirling out to lick around the lips before she sucked at my clitoris. Her huge breasts were brushing across my heaving stomach, the long nipples burning against my flesh. I watched her ass just above my eyes turn rosy pink from the blows I was placing on her. I could hear the gurgles and sighs she was making against my pussy and the harder I spanked, the more her pussy dripped. The stuff was now running over my face and lips. And as her ass became red, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her in the same manner she was kissing me.
"I lifted my face slightly, pressing my lips against the moist pussy just above, then with a gingerly stab, I tasted her pussy. I kept beating my palms at her ass though, because I was sure that if I couldn't hear the fleshy sounds or see her buttocks become fiery red, I wouldn't have been able to lick her off.
"Nolene slipped her hands beneath my hips and clutched at my ass with both hands, lifting my crotch into her face. I brought my legs up and pressed them against her head, locking my heels there and holding her tight. As my hands spanked her red ass, I rocked up and down with my hips as though I were getting fucked. I suppose, in a way, I was getting fucked--by a tongue! I made the same movements she was doing with her mouth and tongue, since I didn't know the first thing about eating pussy then. But a girl has an instinct for what another enjoys, and I suppose I did a good tongue job on her. At least, we brought each other off almost about the same time.
"After that, the pussy eating and spanking was a nightly occurrence for us. Nolene didn't care about spanking anyone else, but she sure loved having her own ass warmed up by hand! We did it the same as that first time, with her eating me and me eating her and spanking her ass at the same time.
"Within a month I knew all about Nolene. She had this boyfriend who was an engineer that loved spanking her, but he wanted to have his ass paddled too. She had tried it a few times, she told me, but she wasn't any good at it at all, and he was disappointed. She said she loved this guy very much and was afraid he would stop being her boyfriend if she didn't come up with something. When she asked me to go home with her during Easter vacation, I readily agreed. I was most anxious to spank a man--a grown man--and wanted to taste a cock inside my mouth again. You see, I had never really enjoyed licking Nolene's pussy ... I did it because it was the best position I could get her in while she ate me out.
"That was one of Nolene's hang-ups--she wanted to be spanked while she licked a cunt or sucked a cock or was getting fucked.
"When Easter vacation came, we caught a plane and were in her town shortly thereafter. Her boyfriend, a guy named Steve, met us and drove the two of us to Nolene's house, where we were to stay. She said her parents would become suspicious if we didn't stay there, but she would have preferred staying with Steve in his apartment.
"Steve wasn't a bad-looking fellow, if you go for the rugged out-doors type of guy. I don't, as a rule. I much prefer the smaller built men ... ones that I can dominate without fear they will turn on me. But his size and looks were deceptive. He wasn't at all a brute or even rough. He was very gentle and cared a great deal for Nolene. He took us to dinner that first night, and later danced with both of us. He offered to get a friend for me, but Nolene and I both quickly turned him down.
"As the evening came to a close, Nolene bluntly told Steve that I was going with them to his apartment. At first he looked surprised, but when Nolene told him about my sexual inclinations, he smiled brightly. I was surprised that I didn't blush by having my spanking desires so boldly put to a relative strange person, and a man at that.
"When we arrived at Steve's apartment, he fixed drinks for us, since both Nolene and I were too young to drink at the club. For a while we sat around sipping the drinks, neither knowing how to start the proceedings. I hadn't even dated as yet, and had no idea how to go about, shall we say, vamping, a man. But Nolene took matters in hand. She sat on Steve's lap and started kissing him, shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth. Steve looked at me from the corner of his eye, then hesitantly placed his hand on one of her large breasts.
"Nolene squirmed her ass about in his lap, then squealed that she could feel his prick getting hard. That's the way she said it, too. 'I feel your prick getting hard, Darling,' she said loud enough for me to hear. 'Does that mean I got to suck it... or are you going to fuck me?'
"Steve grinned then, and he was no longer hesitant. He squeezed her breast and said, 'However you want it, Nolene.'
"She giggled and squirmed her ass down onto his prick again. 'Then, if I can have my choice, I believe I'll get fucked first. It's been a long time since I've had a cock inside my pussy, Darling.'
"She got off his lap and I saw the way his prick was bulging up in his pants. Without showing shame, Nolene began stripping out of her clothes, then she was standing naked before us. You, too, Patricia,' she said. You get naked, too. Steve will love this ... both of us all naked for him.'
"I hesitated only for a moment, then started taking my clothes off. 'I'm still a virgin,' I said. 'Please, Steve, don't try to fuck me.'
"He agreed with my request, but he looked quite surprised. 'All I've done so far is suck a kid's prick off ... and licked Nolene's pussy. I haven't been fucked yet, and I don't want to get fucked. "Once I was naked, he stared at me, then at Nolene, comparing our relative differences with a growing passion in his eyes. My breasts were smaller than Nolene's but they're beautifully shaped and quite firm. My waist is also very narrow, but my hips are nicely rounded. I've always been proud of my thighs, and I know my ass-cheeks are firm and succulent looking. No, I'm not vain about my good looks--it's a matter of being honest, isn't it?
"Steve then stood up and undressed. He was very muscular, but it wasn't his muscles that interested me. It was his long, thick prick. He had been circumcised as a young boy, and the head was shiny as it swelled up. When he turned his back to us, I shivered with anticipation to whip his ass. It was the first grown-up ass I had seen on a man, and I was anxious to paddle it.
"He, like Nolene, preferred to be spanked by the hand, and since that was the way I enjoyed it, too, there were no arguments how we would do it, except who would be first to get spanked. They flipped a coin and Nolene won the toss. Steve stretched out on the floor, his prick standing up like some monstrous spear toward the ceiling. Nolene straddled his hips, and with a wicked grin, she squatted down so that her pussy was directly over his prick. She reached between her thighs and gripped it in one hand, brushing it up and down the hairy slit. Steve placed his hands behind his head and relaxed, saying, 'Stick it up your snatch, Nolene, and have a ball. I'll just lay here and let you do it all.'
"I stared as Nolene inserted the big head of his prick into her pussy, then she sighed and dropped her pussy down onto him, taking it all up inside her. The sight made me shiver with a delicious pleasure, and I watched as her pussy hair tangled with his. She sighed again, then revolved her hips in a circular motion for a few moments. I was very anxious to start spanking her ass, but when I looked behind her, I could see how this was possible. Her white ass was flattened down on his pelvis, and the only area I could spank was the upper portions, near the small of her back. That, to me, was her ass. But Nolene knew just how to accomplish the act. She leaned forward and lay down across Steve's chest, then bringing her knees up against his sides, she now had her ass in a beautiful position. I knelt behind her and could see the way she was bouncing her ass up and down on him, see t the way her hair-rimmed pussy stretched around his prick, and those white cheeks of her ass was exposed to my palms.
"For a moment, Nolene fucked up and down on him, then she cried out, 'Do it now, Patricia! Spank my ass while I fuck him! Hurry ... yes, hurry!'
"Positioning myself so I could paddle her hard, I began to whip her with all the strength I could muster. She started groaning as the pain shot through her naked body, her crotch moving faster and faster on his penetrating prick. Moist sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his prick mingled with the fleshy sound of my spanking, and I was getting awfully steamed up. Her ass turned pink, then became rosy red as my two hands beat her severely, and with each blow, she would shudder as though on the verge of coming. She began to pant heavily, smearing kisses all over Steve's face as her ass bobbed and rotated.
"I looked first at her ass as it turned scarlet, then at the way her pussy was gobbling up his prick, then at his hairy balls that swung around between his thighs. Keeping one hand slapping fast and hard on her ass, I gripped Steve's balls in the other hand and squeezed them. He yelped in pain as my sharp nails dug into the sensitive flesh. I pulled and rolled them in my hand while spanking Nolene, and when he started his discharge, I could feel it there in his balls. I saw his prick jerk wildly inside her clinging pussy and then he went off. Nolene squealed in delight and exploded right along with him, and I beat her ass almost raw until she was finished.
"Their fuck had taken the strength from them, and my palms stung from the spanking I had given Nolene. There wasn't anything else we could do for a while so we sat around, still naked, and had another drink.
"Within an hour, Nolene and Steve were ready again, only now it was Steve's turn to receive the paddling. Nolene elected to suck his prick this time, and he would in turn lick her off. She sprawled out on the floor, spreading her slim thighs very wide. Steve crawled across her and shoved his face down into her hairy slit. He licked at her for a moment, then looked up at me. 'I like it slow at first, Patricia, then I want you to spank me harder as we approach orgasm, okay?'
"I agreed to this, and he shoved his face back into her pussy, making slurping noises with his tongue and lips. I knelt once again on my knees, only now I was facing a man's ass. I leaned over and looked at his prick dangling in it's soft state just above Nolene's face. I reached for it and rubbed my fist up and down for a bit, wanting to see what it felt like. Although I fondled his prick and balls for about five minutes, with Nolene staring up at my hand. He didn't get hard. 'Don't worry about that,' Steve said. 'Once you start spanking, everything will work out.'
"I turned loose his prick and ran my hand over his naked, somewhat hairy ass. He trembled under my hand, and Nolene opened her lips and sucked his prick into her mouth, although it was still soft. Both of them were making liquid sounds with their mouths, and when I started spanking with one hand on his ass, they started trying to actually devour the other's genitals.
"Using both hands now, I beat them up and down on his ass, and he was bucking furiously, driving his now swelling prick deeply into Nolene's mouth. I was fascinated by the amount she could take in, and for a moment forgot to paddle him. Steve grunted something to me, but his voice was muffled by the slippery pussy against his mouth. It didn't matter, because I knew what he wanted.
"I began spanking him again, watching the way he fucked his prick up and down as Nolene sucked and gurgled on it. Her eyes were wide open, a glazed expression in them as she watched my hands bring that delicious red color to his ass-cheeks. The sounds of my hands on his buttocks made me aware of my own arousal. Seeing his thick prick drive into her mouth and the way his ass was turning color, I couldn't help but take one of my hands and started clawing at my burning pussy. All three of us were moaning in passion, but I kept my right hand striking hard and swift on his ass.
"Nolene was the first to come, and she squealed around his lip-stretching prick for him to pull his lips and tongue away, that her pussy was too nervy to take anymore. Steve lifted his mouth from her, but he continued to plunge his prick up and down into her sucking mouth. He was howling now as the agonizing pain shot through him, and his ass was quivering in violent spasms. 'Harder!' he yelled, fucking into Nolene's mouth without regard to choking her. 'Spank my ass harder! I'm about to come!'
"With my left hand twisting and crushing my clitoris, I hit him as hard as I could with my right. The blows were extremely painful to my hand now, but the louder sound created a terrific excitement in me--and them. Steve began to sob like a small boy then, and his prick thrust faster and faster into the clinging lips of Nolene, who was gurgling and slurping insanely at the thick pole, her eyes dazed with pleasure. He suddenly shuddered, then shuddered more violently yet ... and started squirting his come into her mouth. I beat his ass furiously, my fingers almost twisting my clitoris off. Nolene's throat worked to swallow his come, and I could hear her make small choking sounds as she struggled with the onslaught. I felt my pussy quiver, and it seemed to draw up inside me, then pooch out and went off with such a terrific force, I couldn't keep my hand working on his ass. I sprawled to the floor, both hands clasping my pussy between my tightly pressing thighs, rolling around in a convulsive fit of ecstatic pleasure.
"By the time I had recovered, Steve and Nolene were sitting up and watching me with amused expressions. I didn't feel a bit of shame. Why should I? All of us enjoyed it tremendously, and it didn't matter to me if they saw my naked body rolling around in pleasure. All I was concerned about was the fact that I had just spanked two lovely be-hinds to a rosy red color. All the rest--the fucking, the cock sucking and pussy lapping ... even my open and unashamed masturbation--all that was incidental to the enjoyment we received from the spanking.
"Every night of the vacation we spent in Steve's apartment. Usually it would be me spanking them because that was the way I enjoyed it most. I did allow Steve to spank me once while I sucked Nolene's pussy, and we tried it with me sucking him off while Nolene paddled me, but she had told the truth--she wasn't able to paddle a person the way it should be done.
"After we returned to college, we fell into the habit of licking each other while I paddled her as before. But after the experience with Steve, it just wasn't the same. We discussed the possibilities of finding a boy on campus who would enjoy the same things we did, but discarded those ideas as too dangerous.
"Nolene quit college during her second year and married Steve. The new roommate I got was a dried up prune, a girl who didn't do anything but study.
"I'm sure her brain was wrinkled from all that studying, and I would bet anything her pussy was full of cobwebs and rust! That didn't matter to me, though, because she wasn't at all attractive.
"During the next two years, I applied myself to the classes. There were a few times, I must admit, that I would have tried out the prune-faced girl with just a hint of invitation. But, I made it through and received my degree in education.
"I was lucky to get a job almost right away in this high school. There were a lot of teachers out of work when I graduated. During my first year, I met one of the male teachers who was in his early thirties. We started dating and he of course made a few tentative passes at me. I began to speculate about the possibilities of spanking him and how he would receive such a proposal. He was one of those studious types, and you can never be sure about them. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed a spanking session, and I found myself looking at the male students with thoughts of trying one of them. But getting mixed up with a student --sexually mixed up--can be awfully dangerous for a teacher.
"I knew I appealed to them, because not a few times those kids would feel me out about my views and my thinking on the growing sexual freedom. I would ignore them, smiling with replies so as not to hurt their feelings.
"You know, it may come as a surprise, but I didn't have to initiate the spanking thing with Neil, the male teacher. It seems that people who enjoy spanking can almost spot the other. Anyway, he made the overture to me one evening when we were having dinner. He started out by discussing the pleasures of pain, more or less feeling his way with me. When I perked up and started talking avidly with him about the sensations of spanking a person, he became very excited. He didn't admit to me that he was a devotee to spanking, but asked, 'Why don't we try it, Patricia ... as an experiment, you might say.'
"I agreed, wondering if he could see my excitement in my eyes. I could see his, of course, and I smiled inwardly at his bashful manner. 'I'm willing, Neil,' I told him. 'But who spanks who? Or is it whom--I never could figure that one out.' He shifted his ass about in the chair, then smiled shyly. 'Well ... suppose we start with you spanking me. I wouldn't want to hurt you--not this first time.'
"I smiled at him. 'What do you mean . . . this first time? Do you plan on another time?' He looked at me with that hot expression I've come to see in the person's eyes who enjoy spanking. He paid the check and we drove rapidly to his home. Although a bachelor, Neil had a house to himself, saying that he hoped to have it paid for by the time he found a girl who would put up with his idiotic ways.
"His house was typical of man living alone--no pictures, no flowers, not a sign of the feminine touch. Every thing was functional, and I knew the girl who married him would throw every stick of furniture out and replace it with something more comfortable and pleasant looking.
"For a while he roamed about the living room nervously, not knowing just how to continue with our little game of spanking. I began to get restless and decided to let my true nature come out, regardless of what he thought of me. After all, he had been the one to bring up the subject, not I. 'Neil, why don't we go into the bedroom and try this pleasure-pain thing out. I promise to be gentle with you .. . this first time.' I joked with him. 'Well ...' he said, swallowing nervously, 'I suppose we may as well, Patricia.'
"We went into his bedroom, and I found it sparsely furnished. The big bed dominated the room, and he had a desk off in one corner where he studied and graded papers. While he lit up a cigarette, I wondered about the bedroom, hoping he would calm down soon. I was becoming quite anxious to paddle his ass. I wasn't at all surprised to see a pile of magazines near the desk--the type devoted to spanking. I smiled to myself and thumbed through them. He came over and stood beside me, saying nervously, 'Yes ... I've been interested in this pleasure-pain thing for some time. It's a very strange phenomenon. Actually, I don't understand how one can receive a sexual thrill from spanking--or any sort of pain, for that matter.'
"I flipped a page and there was a picture of a man, his naked ass thrust up to meet the hairbrush wielded by an equally naked woman. The man was peering over his shoulder at the woman, fear in his eyes, but I noticed that his prick was very hard. The woman was grasping one of his cheeks and the other was a bright red color, testifying that the picture had not been simulated. I heard Neil suck his breath in, and I couldn't stifle the small chuckle of understanding that rose up in me. The other thing I couldn't stifle was the urge to feel of his prick and see how excited he was.
"I brushed the back of my hand over the front of his pants, and sure enough, his prick was standing out very hard. I wrapped my hands about it and sort of jerked it a bit, feeling him tremble. I turned to face him then, still keeping my hand on his prick. 'Neil,' I said, 'before we start this thing, I want you to understand that I do not want to get myself fucked. Is that all right with you?' For a long moment, he gazed into my eyes while I fondled his hardened prick. 'Yes .. . that's fine with me,' he said.
"I turned loose of his prick and started undressing. He stood there for a while longer, watching me. Then he began pulling at buttons and zippers eagerly. Once I was naked, he didn't seem to pay much attention to me. I found this strange, because, after all, I am quite pretty naked, and a man usually would be very excited by a naked girl. Neil's prick stayed hard, although he wasn't interested in me whatsoever. I began to understand then that his interest was only in being spanked for sexual enjoyment ... not the body of a naked woman. This was fine with me since my interest was mostly in spanking the ass. I was in no danger of getting fucked from him.
"Without pretending any longer, I told Neil to get into the position he liked best, and he crawled on the bed with his knees under his body, his ass shoved toward me. He spread his thighs and his prick and balls dangled below.
"I reached between them and wrapped my fingers around his prick and jerked him for a minute, then I cupped his balls and squeezed them. He let me do this for a while, then grunted, 'You don't have to do any of that if you don't want, Patricia. It isn't necessary with me.'
"Actually, I only wanted to feel him, sort of become familiar with what he had there. Without warning, I slammed my open palm down hard across his ass. Neil yelped in the sudden, unexpected pain, but he threw his naked ass back at me just the same. I grinned to myself, knowing I had found a man who thoroughly enjoyed spanking ... rather, getting his ass spanked. I began to beat on his ass-cheeks with both hands as though it were a drum, one after the other in a musical sort of rhythm. He started quivering so furiously, the bed shook. I squatted down on my heels, so that my face was on the level with his dangling balls and throbbing cock. As I beat my hands on his ass, making them glow with the warm heat, I wasn't at all surprised to see him reach underneath his body and start to masturbate. He paced his jerking hand with the sounds of mine on his heating flesh, and the faster I spanked him, the faster he masturbated.
"My knees were wide apart, and my pussy was dripping from the pleasure I was getting by hearing those slaps and seeing his ass turn red. I wanted desperately to masturbate, myself, but I also wanted to keep both my hands pounding up and down on his ass. Pretty soon, his fist was holding tightly to his prick and moving so fast it was almost a blur. His balls seemed to crawl up tight against the base, and I knew he would be discharging a short time. I increased the tempo of my hands, creating more and stronger pleasure-pain on his ass and he masturbated that much faster. I could hear him sob and grunt, and his body was shaking violently. He didn't call out for me to hit him harder or faster, but he was gasping for breath. I was so aroused, I was rocking my hips back and forth on my heels in an unconscious motion of fucking.
"Then, Neil bellowed loudly, and the white semen gushed from his cock, puddling on the bed cover as his fist flew up and down. His balls jerked and I hit him as hard as I could now. I was amazed at the volume of his discharge, and it didn't seem as if he would ever stop gushing. By now, his ass was raw with angry red welts all over both cheeks. As his discharge ceased, he slumped down on the bed, not minding at all that he was sprawled in the mess his prick had made.
"I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to recover. My pussy was having fits between my thighs, and I thought of masturbating myself openly then and there, but decided to wait and see if he had any more ideas for fun and games.
"But, unfortunately for me, he didn't. After he sat up, he gave me a sheepish grin, then went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. When he returned, we discussed what had happened, and he told me he had found it difficult to find a woman who would spank him without wanting something in return. I had enjoyed myself tremendously paddling his ass, and I certainly didn't want anything in return. I had only held myself back in case he wanted to lick me or something of that nature. Now, though, after I found out his pleasure was solely in being spanked, I gave vent to my passions.
"I crawled to the center of his bed and with total lack of shame, I spread my thighs and began to masturbate by twisting and pulling on my inflamed clitoris. Neil was very interested in this, saying it was the first time he had seen a woman fondle herself. It didn't bother me at all that he leaned his face down close to watch my fingers probe and touch and caress my pussy. I wasn't really seeing his face, anyway. What I was seeing behind my closed eyes was the way his ass had smarted and became angry red as I spanked him. I could still hear the sounds of flesh on flesh as I attempted to rip my clitoris from my body. Then it happened for me. I shuddered and shook as if thrown around by a storm, and exploded into a delicious orgasm.
"By the time I had recovered enough to sit up and accept a drink from Neil, he was fully recovered and we had a long talk about our sexual desires and his penchant to be spanked. Both of us were very happy in the fact that I loved to spank and he loved to be spanked, and neither of us wanted anything in return.
"Neil and I became very good friends. That is the only way I can describe our relationship. There was no love between us, not the romantic type of love, at least. If it weren't for our spanking sessions, you could say our relationship was platonic. We seldom dated. When we were in the mood, I would go to his apartment or he came to mine. Not once did we indulge in sexual relations. Well, that is, the usual type of sexual relations. Although I wasn't required to touch Neil in any way except spank him, he knew I enjoyed fondling his prick and balls. I would never handle him to discharge, though. That was something he preferred doing himself while being spanked.
"I still see Neil on occasion, but we no longer are involved in our own little thing. He has finally found a lovely woman who will spank him and they plan to marry soon. I'd just be a third wheel, although Neil has invited me to a spanking party with them. You see, his new friend is a novice at spanking and from what I understand, sex.
"At the present, I'm at loose ends, waiting for the right person to come along and fill the void in my life. I'm afraid I'll be seducing some of my students if someone don't pop up soon!"
Patricia, strangely, is still a virgin. Her sexual pleasure lies in spanking the bottom of others, hearing the fleshy sounds and then, providing she has not reached orgasm, masturbate.
Although she has performed fellatio and cunnilingus on her spanking partners, she indicates she has no real liking for such acts. Why she has chosen to remain a virgin all this time is a mystery. She does not indicate fear of intercourse, or fear of pregnancy.
She is a lonely, lovely woman. Spankers, unlike the devotees to other sexual acts such as fellatio, cunnilingus, anal relations and the such, must be very discreet in finding partners. They are classified--among swingers--along with the bondage and discipline devotees, and the real masochist/sado set. Although there is a growing population of people joining the milder forms of pleasure-pain seekers, it is still considered as being too far out for the disciples to reveal themselves, much as homosexuals are now revealing themselves.
At the close of my interview, Patricia asked me point-blank if I would allow her to contact some of my other subjects with the same desire as she was suffering from. Of course, I had to refuse. Ethics, you understand.