Chapter 4
Among the devotees of spanking, none can be considered more fortunate than a school teacher, especially if he or she is teaching in a district where corporal punishment is allowed.
There, under the disguise of discipline, the spanker can experience an untold number of pleasures by paddling the bottoms of his or her students for just about any breaking of the rules. Although there has been an outcry against spanking in the school system lately, there are some districts, and parents, who still retain this age old custom.
If we examine the discipline of schools from the beginnings of this century, talk to the men and women who were spanked frequently during their school years, I am sure you will find a great many in favor of the school spanking. Most adults over the age of thirty will say a spanking never hurt anyone, that on the contrary, it did a great deal of good in the outlook of the one being paddled. But if we were to speak to those under thirty, the answer is just the opposite, that a spanking will warp the child's emotional abilities later, that spanking a child can only cripple it--emotionally--for the rest of its life.
Who is right? Over thirty ... or under thirty?
Corporal punishment in the form of spanking has been with us since the dawn of time. It will remain with us until mankind ceases to exist, if only being practiced by the devotees of spanking the bare buttocks for sexual pleasure.
Janet is a slender lovely woman in her mid-thirties, a teacher in one of the school districts that still allows spankings to be administered by the teacher--and in the class room before the other students. At the present time she is teaching at the ninth grade level in a Junior High school. She is unmarried, but experienced her first spanking session after an unsatisfactory sexual relationship with a boy while in college.
Although highly educated and very intelligent, I was surprised at her manner of expression. If I had not known of her background, I would have sworn she was illiterate and very gross.
"Fucking is a pain in the ass!" she said. "And don't remind me of that shitty old joke about I've been doing it wrong, either. I've been fucked in my ass and cunt; I've sucked cock and had my cunt licked by experts, but it turns me off.
"Oh, I suppose I get some enjoyment out of it, but it's nothing compared to the thrill of spanking a nice, firm pair of ass-cheeks. Oh, when I let some guy stick his cock up my twat, or even in my asshole, I get a charge ... if that's what you want to call it. But the charge is about like a five volt jolt when I'm expecting maybe a thousand or so to spark through me. The orgasms I have are so weak as to be nothing at all. And sucking cock, well, I don't much care for that stuff squirting into my mouth, and a pussy is just to messy to even think about licking.
"But a fine, white ass! Now there is something that a girl can get excited about! Not just looking at it, but spanking it--hard! Golly Gee ... when I spank a cute ass, I come all over myself! That's right... I actually have an orgasm when I paddle someone's ass. Of course, I'd prefer the ass to be absolutely naked, but a girl can't have her cake and eat it, too.
"You want to hear how I found out about spanking and how much fun it is? Well, I was nineteen and out with this guy who was supposed to be quite a stud with the girls. He was a real big spender--hamburger and coke! Oh, he took me to the movies before that, though. After we had the hamburger and coke, he drove out to the point where the kids went to make out in those days. I knew what to expect out of him before I accepted the date, so I wasn't worried.
"I had been disappointed in sex since high school. I had never received the big thrill all the girls talked about, and I thought something might be wrong with me. The orgasm I would have didn't even make me sigh, let alone gasp and carry on like the girls had told me. So far it had all been a big zero--to me, anyway. I thought there was a big fuss made out of nothing about sex. Maybe that's the reason I accepted the date with this guy, him being a big deal with the girls and all. I guess I was hoping he could do something for me. Well, he did ... and in a big way!
"He parked the car and, from being spoiled by all the eager girls, he didn't waste any time with me. He hugged me and gave me a couple of kisses that I guess were supposed to make my pussy boil. Hell, all it did was make my lips feel bruised!
But I went along with the charade. When he started messing around my titties, I didn't try to stop him. I was waiting for the lights to start flashing or the Star Spangled Banner to begin or something. Even when he shoved his hand up my skirt and started feeling of my twat, I didn't even hear the first note of Yankee Doodle Dandy!
"While he had his fingers running around my pussy, he was doing a lot of panting and heavy breathing against my neck. I wanted to laugh at his pretended passion! He pulled my panties down a ways and stuck his finger up my cunt and wormed it around a few times and kind of wiggled back at him, playing along with him ... but I wasn't feeling anything at all. Of course, I was wet down there, just like any girl who gets a finger stuffed up her cunt, but I was a long ways from being aroused. I leaned back on the seat of the car and let him do as he pleased with me, thinking why I was so different from the other girls. Oh, I had thoughts that maybe they were bragging about sex, making more of it than it really was because it was so clandestine and secret in those days.
"Well, the guy was shoving his finger in and out of my cunt like he was about to blow off anytime. His breath was hot against my neck, and I guess he wasn't pretending anymore about being hot. Still playing my role, I placed my hand down on his lap and found his cock quite hard beneath his pants. I gave it a couple of squeezes which brought all kinds of sounds from him. He pulled his hand from between my thighs and jerked his zipper down, then wrapped my hand around his cock as if I was some cherry he was fucking around with. I sort of resented his implication that I didn't know anything, but I went along with him. The guys always like to think they're seducing a girl, you know. They get kicks out of thinking it's their manly bearing that brings a girl around to spreading her legs for him.
"I let him think what he wanted about me, and when he made my fist go up and down on his cock, I didn't protest. When he moved his hand away from mine and shoved it back under my dress and into my cunt again, I kept right on jerking him while he fingered me. I had the idea in the back of my head that I would make him come this way, and therefore I wouldn't have to go through the act of enjoying getting fucked. But this guy had more experience with girls than expected. When he felt on the brink of coming, he made me stop.
"When he lifted my dress and bunched it at my waist, slipping my panties off, I sighed wearily and lay back, prepared to get fucked and go home disappointed again. Well, he shoved his cock up my twat and pumped away, being so wrapped up in his own pleasure, he didn't even know I was laying there as though dead. After about two or three minutes, he came off and filled my cunt with his come. I didn't even achieve a weak climax this time.
"When he pulled out of me, he used his handkerchief to clean his cock off, not even offering it to me. I had to use my own panties to wipe his come away from my cunt! Yes, he was a real lover, all right! It was wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, as we used to say in those days.
"He knew I was angry because I didn't fall over him after it was over. I sat up and smoothed my dress down over my thighs and stayed near the door, as far away from him as I could get. Maybe he was worried about his big deal reputation as a good fucker, I don't know. Anyway, instead of starting the car to take me back to the dorm, he just sat there for a while and looked at me. After a few minutes, I finally told him the truth. 'Big man, my aching ass!' I said. 'A piss ant could have fucked me better than that.'
"Although it was dark, I could tell he was embarrassed by the way he sucked his breath in. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'It's never been like this before. Next time will be better.' Imagine the gall of that prick! Next time! 'Sorry, old cock,' I told him. 'I'll stick to my finger from now on. I get more thrills doing it to myself.'
"He wasn't used to girls talking like that, and he gasped at the way I used the words nice girls didn't say in those days. 'You were no big thing, you know,' he said. 'I could have done as good by fucking a knot-hole!' I told him that was exactly where he could shove his cock as far as I was concerned. Then he started bragging about other girls, telling me how they would carry on while he fucked them, whimpering and simpering like bitches in heat. He bragged that his cock was bigger than any guy on campus, and I told him if that was true, then the others must be awfully stunted in the cock department. That got to his ego. He called me a cold cunt, saying a dog's ass would be a better fuck than my pussy. I said, 'You're spoiled! Just because you have good looks the girls you fuck pretend it's good to them, but you're too stupid to realize that. They've spoiled you rotten--looks and silly girls! What you need is to get your ass paddled good. Maybe that will knock some conceit out of your fucking head!'
"He sneered at me, saying, 'You aren't woman enough to spank me! Besides, what does an ice berg like you know about sex?'
"I told him I wasn't one of those little perpetual virgins he had been going out with, that I had been around, that I knew plenty about sex, and boys and all that kind of thing. I told him, 'I've sucked bigger cocks than that little pickle you call a cock, buster boy! Don't say I'm not woman enough to spank you, either. I can wrap that wrinkled wiener of yours right up your ass! Those muscles you like to flex so much don't mean a fucking thing to me!'
"That cooled him down a bit, but not for long. He turned in the seat and grabbed me by the shoulders roughly. I've never liked the caveman type, and I became angry. I slapped him--hard--across the face with my open palm. That jolted him backwards. It jolted me, too. I mean, I felt it all the way down to my cunt! Not the stinging of my hand, but the sound of me slapping him. The sensation struck me like a tornado, settling in my cunt and I went almost rigid with pleasure. I was surprised, sure, but I was smart enough to know that the sound had excited me ... excited me tremendously.
"The slap had made him even more angry with me, and he reached out to grab my shoulders again. Although I didn't know diddly-shit about lighting, I quickly grabbed his hands and before he knew what was happening, I had him pulled across my lap and was raining blow after blow on his ass. He thrashed around furiously, but in the cramped space of the front seat, there was no room for him to move. I spanked his ass so hard my hands smarted like fire, but it wasn't anything compared to the way his ass was stinging! I'm sure that was the first spanking he ever had in his life.
"While I was paddling him, I was quite aware of the pleasure going through me, the rippling waves of excitement that made my pussy tingle insanely. As my pleasure became more acute, the harder I spanked him, disregarding the burning of my palms. Then, with the force of a tidal wave, I had the most delicious come! It started at the top of my head and the bottom of my feet, merging inside my cunt and exploding with such a force, I went into violent convulsions. It drained all my strength and I couldn't spank him any longer. I slumped against the seat of the car and the right hand door, sobbing with pleasure. My God, it was the most exquisite feeling I had ever experienced! I knew now why those girls went insane over their orgasms.
"The guy pulled from my lap, cursing at me. He saw that I was crying, and thought it was because of my anger and frustration. I didn't tell him any different, either. All I wanted to do then was get back to the dorm and crawl into my bed and let my body unwind from that delicious feeling that still tingled deep inside somewhere.
"He was a mean bastard. What I mean is he told all over the campus that I was a cold fuck and a sadistic bitch, too. He didn't say anything about the spanking I had given him. That would have made him look bad to the boys, maybe to the girls, for all I knew. What he said was that I had slapped him a couple of times after he had gotten into my panties, going so far as to say I tried to claw his face up with my fingernails. Well, that stopped me from getting any more dates.
"The boys didn't want to take me out because they were afraid I would pull the same thing on them. I didn't try to correct his statements. I let the guys and girls think what they wanted. But after a while, I got lonely. I had been dating a variety of the boys and letting them fuck me on occasion, but now I had nothing, not even the weak orgasms of before.
"Finally I made out a list of the guys I had dated. Then, beside their names, I wrote down their sexual preference. The ones who wanted to fuck me only were eliminated right away. Those who enjoyed being sucked off and the ones that preferred fucking a girl in the ass were left. I knew, from many talks with the girls, who would suck a cock and who wouldn't. I also knew which girl would take it in the asshole. In this way, I had a list of guys I could possibly date. You see, the guys who enjoyed blow jobs, or the ones that like the old shit hole, well, they sometimes had trouble getting a girl to cooperate. With my list, I was certain I could begin dating again.
"I called up one of the guys on my list and pointedly asked him to take me out. He sort of skirted around it, saying he was tied up for the next few weeks. 'Oh, then you've found a girl who will take it in the asshole, huh?' I asked him. I could almost hear him gasp. You see, I had never talked like this to the guys before, except the stud that night. But I was desperate for dates, and threw caution and reputation out. I didn't give a damn about my reputation, and if it took bluntness to get a date, then blunt I would be.
"He told me he had not found a girl like that yet, but he was dated up for the next two weeks with three girls who were thinking his proposal over. 'Why wait?' I told him. 'I'm willing to take a cock in the ass, you know. How about it?'
"He stammered around for a moment, then agreed.
"He picked me up at the dorm, and all the girls had to take a look at the boy who was brave enough to date me again. I wasn't in the car long before he started asking me about that night. I told him the truth. 'He stuck his cock in me, came off, and then strutted like a banty rooster, so I spanked him for being so spoiled.' The guy's eyes opened wide, and he was very surprised. Then he started laughing, saying, 'He's needed that for a long time. No wonder he's spreading those stories about you! Christ, I'd be ashamed to tell my friends a girl spanked me, too!'
"Well, after we finished having a coke when the movie was over with, he asked me if I had been serious on the phone. I told him I was never more serious in my life. He drove to the point, and after parking, asked me not to try and spank him if he didn't give me a good fuck. 'You just shove it up my asshole like I said on the phone. I won't be disappointed.' So, he fucked me in my ass. As usual, I didn't get much of a bang out of it, just a little pain. But at least I was dating again.
"The boy told the real truth around campus, and the stud was laughed at and his dating fell off. The only dates he could get then were the new girls coming to school, the freshmen. But my dating picked up once more. The only thing was, I stayed away from the ones who wanted to fuck me.
I didn't date any new guys, either. My dates always ended with me sucking the guy off or taking his cock up my asshole. I tried every way I could to find out if they would be receptive to spanking, but discarded all my ideas as too wild. I wanted to spank a boy again in the worst way ... I wanted to feel that fantastic come tingling in my cunt again.
"But all through college, I didn't get the opportunity to spank anyone else. Sure, I was frustrated, sexually, but I had all the dates I wanted.
"When I graduated, I took a teaching position in an elementary school. I didn't want to teach those levels, but getting a teaching job was kind of difficult in those days. It seemed as though everyone was going into the field. I was qualified to teach the junior high level, but all the positions were filled and I had to wait almost ten years before I got this job.
"During that ten year period, I never did get the chance to spank a man. Oh, I dated frequently, and as in college, I would let the man lick my cunt or I would suck him off. A few wanted to stuff my ass, and I went along with that, naturally. But if a man wanted to use my cunt as a fuck hole, I always stopped him. I don't know why, I just did".
"My first year at the elementary school, I was teaching the fourth grade level. I had the occasion to spank a few of the boys, but it didn't do anything for me at first. Then, toward the end of the year, I found myself getting that tingling sensation in my pussy while I was paddling an especially unruly boy. I didn't go off, but the feeling was very delightful.
"Two years later, I started teaching the sixth grade, and found myself with that same unruly boy. He was even worse than before. He was twelve years old now, and quite a bully. He would pick on the smaller boys and girls in the class, and making him stand in the corner never helped at all. He was growing quite big for his age, too. He was almost as tall as I am, and whether you know it or not, kids at twelve can be quite mature, sexually speaking. If I remember correctly, his name was Jamie, and during that school year he grew very precocious.
"I didn't know much about the sexual development of kids in those days, but I learned very fast. Especially about Jamie.
"One day, about half way through the school year, he was unusually energetic. I had to scold him constantly for disrupting the class, and when he pulled the pigtails of the girl in front of him, I called him to my desk and made him hold his hands out. He looked at me strangely, then held his hands out with palms up. I started to strike him with the ruler, then changed my mind. Instead, I slapped both of his palms very hard with my hand. He didn't even flinch, but my hands, especially the fingertips, burned like fire. I felt that tingling thrill inside my cunt, too.
"I sent him back to his desk with a warning that he would receive a severe spanking if he created anymore distraction. For a while he was obedient, then he started snapping spit-balls with a rubber band about the room. I watched him from the corner of my eye for a while, then when he struck a small boy on the forehead, I put a stop to it. I called the boy to my desk and examined the wet, red spot where the spit-ball had struck him. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt, but the mark was slightly above one eye. I called Jamie to my desk and showed him how closely he had come to making the boy blind in one eye. Jamie sneered at the boy, not caring if he was injured or not.
"I could feel the excitement coming over me, as I told Jamie he was going to be spanked before the others. He didn't even blush, but stared me right in the eye. I placed my chair before the class, then picked up die ruler. I ordered Jamie to lay across my lap, which he did without a whimper. His pants stretched tight over his buttocks and I lifted the ruler high into the air. I brought it down with a very loud sound against his ass. Jamie didn't move--didn't even yelp with the pain. Maybe it wasn't bothering him, but it was certainly bothering me! My pussy was secreting and I could feel the orgasm ready to blow. I wanted to stop spanking him before it happened, because I wasn't sure how I would react in front of those boys and girls, yet my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and I rained blow after blow on his young ass.
"But then, I felt something else. The spanking was bothering Jamie after all. I felt his little cock swell up and press against my right thigh as I paddled him. That damned kid was sexually excited about being spanked!
"When I felt his cock against my thigh, I lifted it a bit and pressured against it, keeping the ruler descending on his ass. He was squirming by now but he wasn't making a sound. He wasn't the only one squirming, either. I could hardly hold my own ass still on the chair. My come was about ready to blow and I didn't want it to happen, not where the kids could see it. I was afraid I would react as I had that time in college, and it would certainly scare them out of their pants! Still, I continued to paddle his little ass, unable to stop myself. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't suddenly came off in his pants. Yes, that's right! That little prick jutted his ass up and then pressed it down, very hard, against my thigh ... and shot his load right in his pants.
"Feeling him come brought me to my senses, I guess. Anyway, I stopped spanking him and told him to stand up from my lap. He got to his feet, but he turned his back to the class, rubbing his sore ass with both hands, a silly grin on his face. 'You can go back to your seat now, Jamie,' I told him, trying to keep my voice from quivering with emotion.
"He whispered to me that he couldn't face the class, pointing one finger to the front of his pants. I saw the reason immediately. There was a huge wet spot there, just where his cock had been when he went off. I couldn't very well make him turn around like that, so I said, 'All right, you can stand in that corner for the rest of the day.' There was only about forty minutes left of the school day, so it wouldn't be too bad on him.
"I moved back behind my desk and sat down. I was too emotionally overwrought to continue with the class. My cunt was tingling as if about to come at any moment. I gave the kids a reading assignment and tried to grade some test papers, but I kept glancing at Jamie, who was standing in the corner. I found myself looking at his ass, wondering if it was nice and red or not. Just thinking out the color there made my nipples harden and they brushed around inside my bra until I thought I would scream with agony. I wanted to move toward him and rip his pants down and look at his ass. I wanted to fondle it and then spank him again, only now I wanted his ass to be naked! I wanted to see it, watch it change colors as I paddled him ... then feel that fantastic come inside my cunt.
"Now, standing in a corner is difficult for anyone, especially a small boy full of energy. Jamie started twitching around, shuffling from one foot to the other and becoming very restless. I watched him from the corner of my eyes, and it wasn't long before he was turning his face around and twisting it into faces at the class--sticking his tongue out at them, looking cross-eyed, that sort of thing. There were a few giggles from the boys and girls, and I had to quiet them down again. I told Jamie that if he continued his behavior, he would remain after school for an hour. Well, that didn't bother Jamie a bit. In fact, it only made him worse. About five minutes before the bell rang, Jamie let loose a fart that bounced all around the small room. The class broke up, laughing at him. Jamie turned around and, looking at me innocently, suddenly let another fart go. It was one of those long, drawn out type of farts, and the class went wild with glee. 'Okay, Jamie,' I told him. 'One hour. Just as I said, you will stay after school for one hour.'
" 'Gee whiz,' he pouted innocently, 'I couldn't help it. What's a guy supposed to do, anyway? I had to fart!'
"Fortunately, the bell rang then, and the kids raced out, laughing about Jamie saying fart. Now, in those days, a kid simply didn't use such language. I had to punish him for it, I knew, but I hesitated about sending him to the principle. He was already on the verge of expulsion as it was, and I knew this incident would be the last straw.
"I called him to my desk, noticing the wet spot was almost dry now. I questioned Jamie about his conduct, trying to find why he was so rowdy in class. It was then I found out his parents both worked and he was alone much of the time. They never paid much attention to him, letting him run wild in the streets. Of course, he didn't tell me these things, but I understood them from what he told me.
"The boy Wanted attention. He wanted attention so badly he would go to extremes to get it, including being spanked publicly. His coming off in his pants was his childish way of showing how much he enjoyed the attention he was getting from me. Making up my mind, I told Jamie I would give him the choice of seeing the principle, or have me spank him again with the ruler. Surprisingly, Jamie grinned at me, saying he would accept the spanking from me.
"I felt an immediate tingle of pleasure at this, and my cunt became very moist. I glanced at the front of his pants again, and saw that his cock was already starting to get hard. With some apprehension, I told Jamie that his spanking must be more severe, that I had to spank him hard enough so that he would remember it for a long time. It didn't bother the little shit one bit. 'Want me to take my pants down?' he asked boldly. It was a dream come true! Did I want him to take his pants down! You goddamn right I wanted him to take his pants down! I wanted to see that white ass of his turn bright pink under the ruler. I started getting excited about hearing the sounds of that ruler on his naked ass, and I picked it up and turned sideways in my chair, saying, 'If that's the way you want it, Jamie.'
"Now, as I said, Jamie was very precocious. He seemed to understand the pleasure I received by spanking him. I wouldn't have had the nerve to ask him to bare his ass to me, and he must have known this. Anyway, he dropped his pants to his ankles and I had to swallow the gasp that came to my throat as I saw how big his cock was. I couldn't actually see it, but it was pressing against his shorts and outlined beautifully. 'My shorts, too?' he asked me, a wise expression on his face. I jerked my eyes from his cock and told him, my voice almost cracking with emotion, 'Whatever you want, Jamie.'
"Without shame whatsoever, the kid shoved his shorts to his ankles, then before I could tell him to lay across my lap, he leaned over and there he was, those white, naked ass-cheeks burning up at me. I could feel his cock throbbing next to my thigh, and I grew very heated. I picked up the ruler and tapped him on the ass lightly a few times. He squirmed around on my lap, pressing his cock hard against my thigh. I couldn't hold off any longer. I lifted the ruler and smacked it down across his ass very hard. He grunted softly, but didn't cry out. I saw a long, red mark on his white ass, and my pussy tingled crazily.
"For a moment, I held the ruler above my head, staring down at the red strip. He started squirming his ass about, and I brought the ruler down once more, smacking his naked ass with a beautiful sound. Again he grunted, and I started spanking him severely now. I could feel his cock throbbing on top of my thigh and I was squirming my own ass in the chair, no longer afraid of my reaction in front of a group of kids. We were the only ones in the room, so I gave vent to my soaring passion. Time and again I whacked his ass, making it turn a brilliant red color. The feel of his cock on my thigh and the sounds I was creating on his naked ass, well, it was bound to happen. I felt that fantastic feeling of my come bursting inside my cunt as I kept that ruler smacking his ass. I was moaning right along with him, but I wasn't sure he noticed because he was coming off, too.
"When my come was finished, I slumped sideways against my desk. Jamie lay across my lap for a long time, his half-naked body shuddering, but he wasn't crying. When he got to his feet, his cock was soft and wrinkled, and there was a big smear of his come on the skirt of my dress. Silently, he pulled his shorts and pants up, his eyes looking at the spot on my dress.
"Although neither of us mentioned it, there was an understanding between us. Whether he was aware of me having a climax or not, I do not know. He wasn't at all embarrassed by what he had done on my skirt, either.
"The following day, Jamie remained at his seat and did his work quietly, but I kept an eye on him just the same. There had been something of a pattern to his behavior before. He would work silently for a while, then, without any warning, begin to disrupt the class. But for two days, Jamie didn't create a disturbance, and I was beginning to get nervous waiting for the explosion. Then, on the third day, about half an hour before the end of school, he started again.
"At first he looked around the room, picking out a target for his mischief. He settled on a young girl toward the back of the room, and started throwing small wads of chewed up paper at her. I ignored him for a while, but when he stood up to get a better aim, I had to call him to my desk and bawl him out, putting him in the corner for the rest of the day--which by now was about fifteen minutes left.
"When the bell rang and the kids started leaving the room, Jamie didn't turn around and start to go with them. He remained in the corner, his nose buried there. Even after we were alone he didn't turn around, and I had to smile to myself. I knew he was waiting for me to spank him again, and I was looking forward to it. I let him stay in the corner for a few minutes while I tidied up my desk, then called him. 'Jamie, you can come here now.'
"He came to me, standing at the end of the desk and looking down into my eyes. I could see the excitement boiling behind them, and as I glanced at the front of his pants, I saw, too, that he was starting to get a hard-on. This pleased me, because it told me he had been thinking about receiving a spanking as soon as we were alone. Want me to drop my pants and shorts?' he asked boldly. 'Which ever you prefer, Jamie,' I replied, leaving it up to him. Of course, I wanted him naked for me, but I didn't want him to know that.
"So, once again Jamie dropped his shorts and pants, and when I turned sideways in my chair, I couldn't keep from looking at his cock. It wasn't a big cock yet, but large enough to fuck a girl. I wasn't interested in getting fucked, and I'm quite sure Jamie wasn't either.
"He lay across my lap, and after a bit of squirming around, he positioned his cock in about the same way as before--pressing against my thigh. I picked up the ruler and stared down at his little-boy ass, letting my sensations and passion grow. My heart was beating swiftly, and I was already panting. Jamie's ass was lovely; all white, smooth and absolutely hairless. I traced a finger tip up and down the warm crack of his ass, and he giggled from the sensation. I believe that was the only gesture either of us ever made to indicate we were well aware of what we were doing.
"I started spanking him then, bringing the ruler down very hard on his naked ass without any warm-up. He groaned as the pain went through him, but he didn't try to get away from me. I placed my hand down on the small of his back and felt the warmth of his skin as I paddled him, watching those white ass-cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. I could feel his cock jerking around against my thigh and that made it even more delicious for me.
"The welts started coming up, and the wonderful sounds of the ruler against his naked ass was music to me. I aimed the blows a bit below his cheeks, striking him on the tender crease where they curved into his thighs. He was sobbing now as the pain on his ass increased, but he still didn't struggle to get away from me. My pussy was tingling and burning and itching like a bitch! His cock was jerking as if he were about to come any second. My breasts swelled up until my bra was so tight, they couldn't swell any further, the nipples rubbing at the cups with sensitive nerves. My orgasm was building swiftly, and I couldn't resist spanking him harder yet. I was panting so heavily I could hear myself moaning along with Jamie. Then, Jamie grunted loudly, and I felt his cock throb like mad against my thigh. I knew one more blow on his naked ass with the ruler would start me coming, so I made it a real good one. I brought the ruler down from high above my head, the sound of it smacking his ass sending a wave of exquisite excitement through me, and my pussy went into a fit. I was coming so forcefully, I was no longer able to lift the ruler. It didn't matter, really, because Jamie had come all over my skirt for the second time.
"Both of us were too weak to move for almost five minutes, and when he stirred, getting to his feet, his ass was almost raw from the painful blows I had given him. His cock was wrinkled up again, and the come smeared so that the tiny thing glistened. There was a huge spot on the skirt of my dress that was beginning to cool now that he was off my lap. He looked at the wet spot, then at my face. 'You don't mind?' he said. 'No, I don't mind,' I told him, and he ran out of the school room without saying anything else.
"Jamie continued to get his spankings on an average of two times a week for the rest of the year. But his behavior did improve during class. The only time he would get rowdy was when he wanted to get spanked.
"After Jamie, I couldn't find another boy in my following years as an elementary teacher who enjoyed spankings. I had become used to spanking him, and now that he was gone, I was quite frustrated.
"Then the position was offered me to teach the ninth grade level at the school I'm at now. It meant an increase in salary, but this wasn't what excited me most. What excited me was the fact that I would be dealing with older boys ... boys who would be more sexually aware. You see, this was about the time miniskirts became fashionable, and I went right along with the style. I have beautiful thighs and legs, and the boys used to try and get a peek underneath my skirt in the class room.
"I suppose you could call me a prick teaser. I enjoyed making the boys hot and bothered. This school, you know, had two floors, and I would always climb the stairs with the intention of giving the boys a free look. I would exaggerate the swing of my ass when I knew the boys were looking at me, and the style of miniskirts I wore would swing up against my ass. I'm not bragging or being conceited when I tell you I am the best looking female teacher in the school. It's a fact.
"Most girls who wore the miniskirt in those early days would also wear panty-hose. Not me! I wore nylons, but used a garter belt to hold them up, and the nylons I wore weren't the long type. The tops of them came to mid-thigh, because I wanted the boys to see a bit of flesh above the nylons. I have heard that this type exposure can give a guy a hard-on almost immediately. Maybe it does and maybe it doesn't, but from my own experience, I caused enough cocks to get hard to fuck the whole female student body!
"I was swiftly becoming the most popular teacher in school.
"But, being frustrated with desire to spank a white ass, I started exploring the possibilities among the boys. I didn't have the desire to paddle a girl's ass for some reason. About half way through the school year, I had the opportunity to spank a boy of fifteen. I forget the incident that brought it about, but I most certainly will, never forget the spanking I gave him.
"At this school, a teacher is allowed to spank an unruly student, but it must be in private. It was felt that a spanking before others was too humiliating for boys and girls of that age group. One other thing about this school that was a bit unusual is the fact that we had a room the boys and girls called the 'spanking room.' If a kid required a spanking, he was sent there, and when the teacher found the time, he or she would go and get the deed over with. The person who was spanked didn't have to return to class, but was sent home so his classmates wouldn't laugh at him or her. Of course, that rule didn't matter, because the poor kid was tormented and teased the following day.
"Harvey was the boy's name, and he was a slightly built boy. He was seldom in trouble, but for some reason he became involved somehow that called for me to administer the spanking. I sent him to the room and told him to stay, that I would get to him as soon as I could. I was very anxious to paddle his ass and while I gave the class lessons to study while I was out of the room, I could feel my pussy getting wet just from the anticipation.
"When I finally went to the room, Harvey, was sitting in a straight-backed chair waiting for me. He looked so frightened I almost changed my mind about paddling him, but my overwhelming desire to spank him won out. I sat down in the chair across from him and questioned him about his unusual behavior that day. He couldn't find any reason for it himself, and I didn't delve very deep into it--I was too anxious to spank him.
"While I was talking to him, I noticed that his eyes would flicker down to my thighs that were exposed by the miniskirt. I decided to see just how interested he was, and sort of shifted my ass about, just enough to make the hem of my skirt slide a bit higher. I glanced down to assure myself that he could see the white of my thighs above the nylons, then just looked at him, trying to keep my expression stern. He blushed, but his eyes kept dropping to my thighs, and that was all I wanted to know. 'Okay, Harvey,' I said to him, 'let's get it over with. Would you prefer to stand, or bend over my lap?'
"Harvey's bottom lip trembled as though he were about to cry already, but he stood up, saying, 'I've never been spanked before, ma'am.'
" 'All right,' I said, 'then you bend over my lap.' It was the position I enjoyed best, because I could get more leverage behind my swings. Harvey leaned over my lap, his hands flat on the floor and his ass centered there. I couldn't feel his cock which told me he wasn't hard. Actually, when I spank someone, I don't much care whether they have a hard cock or not, but it makes it more enjoyable to know they are enjoying the spanking, too. He had on a pair of pants that stretched tightly across his ass, and I knew it would make a painful sting for him. I wanted to have his ass naked, but I couldn't find any reason to make him drop his pants. I had also forgotten to bring along my ruler, and didn't want to use the paddle hanging on the wall. If I couldn't use a ruler, then I would use my hand.
"I started spanking Harvey, letting my hand increase in swiftness and force as I progressed. I could feel the familiar burning sensation inside my pussy as he started sobbing. The palm of my hand began to smart and I was unable to continue the spanking until I came. But when Harvey crawled from my map, I was delighted to see his cock had become semi-hard. He turned from me quickly in an attempt to conceal his arousal, flushing with embarrassment.
"Now, when a boy get's a hard cock by being spanked, that tells me he enjoys it very much. Harvey, who had never been spanked before, was ashamed of what his cock was doing, as well as surprised.
"I began to keep an eye on Harvey after that. I noticed that he would look at me in a quizzical manner when he thought I wasn't watching him. I knew the dear boy was going through a torturing phase. Getting a hard cock while being spanked was something he didn't understand, and later on I found out he was afraid he was becoming perverted.
"About two weeks after that, I had the occasion to spank Harvey again, and I'm sure he initiated the whole thing. I was writing on the black board when a piece of pencil eraser struck it. I turned and saw Harvey slumped in his chair, chewing at his pencil. When I questioned who had thrown the bit of rubber, Harvey admitted his guilt immediately, but wouldn't look directly at me. I looked at him speculatively for a moment, then decided to take the chance. I told him to leave the classroom and go directly to the spanking room. He left without a protest or even a glance at me. I waited for almost a half hour before I followed him, making sure the boys and girls were well into the study assignment.
"Harvey was once again in the straight-back chair, waiting for me. I sat down across from him as before, only this time I made sure my miniskirt hiked very high on my thighs. I saw his eyes widen a bit, so I let my knees fall apart slightly, knowing he was getting a lovely view of my panties this time. Since I was sure he had deliberately thrown the bit of eraser at the board, I wanted to make this spanking a good one for him. Plus I wanted to enjoy it to a wonderful orgasm, too.
"Well, I let him look underneath my skirt for a while, neither of us saying anything. I noticed that his cock was bulging up in his pants, and decided it was time to get started. I had him once more lay across my lap, with his pants still on. I could feel his cock against my nylon-covered thigh this time, and I brought my hand down very hard on his ass just to see if his cock would shrink with the pain. I was very pleased to find it not only didn't start going soft, but that it seemed to get bigger.
"I gave him a few whacks across his ass with the palm of my hand, and when he began to squirm around on my lap a bit, pressing his cock down against my thigh, I decided it was time to see how far I could go with him. I leaned over and pulled his knees apart so his feet were about eighteen inches apart, then, running my hand up between his thighs as though by accident, I brushed it across his crotch. The touch set up a jerking of his cock, and I knew I was on the right track. I leaned over his ass and shoved my right hand between his stomach and my thighs, and there his cock was, throbbing and very hard. I cupped it and squeezed gently, bringing a moan from Harvey who had his head dangling over my thighs. I released his cock and smacked him a few more times across the ass. I now knew Harvey enjoyed his spankings.
"I told him to get off my lap for a moment, and he reluctantly did so. I looked at his cock that strained inside his pants, and this time, he didn't try to conceal it from me. After all, I had just given it a gentle squeeze, so there was no reason to hide his hardness. I told him to drop his pants and shorts, that I wanted to spank him on his naked ass this time. Harvey flushed a bit, but he did as I said. Oh, did he have a cock! It was long and hard and so beautiful I would have sucked him off right then if that was what he had wanted from me. But Harvey wanted a spanking, not a blow job or a fuck. And I, of course, wanted to spank.
"Now that I had him naked from the waist down, I had him once more lay across my lap, but before he did so, I lifted my skirt around my waist so my naked flesh could feel his cock as I spanked him. Harvey's eyes bugged out when he saw my panties and garter belt so blandly exposed, but he didn't question his good fortune. He lay down, and I reached underneath and placed his cock so that his balls were on top of my right thigh, with the head of his cock brushing across the inner part of my left thigh. Now, with his naked ass arching up toward me, his hands flat on the floor and His head dangling there, I began to spank him very hard. The harder I spanked, the more he squirmed around and sobbed. His cock was having a fit against my thighs, and I was hoping he would come off before my hand gave out. My pussy, too, was having fits as those wonderful tingles started thrilling me. His ass began to turn pink, then red, beneath the blows of my palm, and the fleshy sound was the most delightful noises I had ever heard.
"Within five minutes I was going through orgasm, but I continued pounding away on his ass. Then, what I had been waiting for happened. Harvey's cock jerked and rubbed at the soft part of my inner thigh, and then he came all over it. When I felt his come start, I stopped spanking and ran my hand between his thighs and gripped his balls, squeezing them tightly until he finished shooting his come against my thigh.
"That was all it took, and Harvey was no longer bashful about being spanked. We gave up the pretense of creating a reason for me to spank him. When I felt the urge come over me, I would simply call him to my desk and whisper. Away he would go and I would soon follow. For the remainder of that year--the school year--I spanked Harvey almost every day. We always did it the same way, too. I would lift my miniskirt so his cock could come off against my thigh, and when he started shooting, I would grab his balls and hold them tightly. Not once did Harvey ever ask to fuck me, nor did I attempt to suck him. Our sexual pleasure was in spanking until both of us experienced a come."
Janet progressed from the spanking room to bringing her male students to her apartment. There, with the danger of discovery somewhat less, she would strip herself and the boy and they would indulge in their spanking eroticism while in the nude.
She states that on a number of occasions she has been requested to perform fellatio on the boys, or to copulate with them. Since these requests were usually made immediately after the spanking session when both passions were running full steam, Janet willingly performed all they wanted.
Being an intensely sexual female, Janet began to instruct her students--the male students she took to her apartment--in various sexual activities. There was nothing she would not do to them, or have them do to her, provided the activities revolved around spanking of their bottoms. She enjoys spanking a boy on his naked buttocks in such a position that he will ejaculate onto some part of her body, particularly the thighs. She has no desire to spank and perform sexually with men of her own age, preferring the young boys she apparently seduces with ease.