Spanking a lovely bum......

I have always loved ladie's bottoms. I can remember as a boy staring at my mother's friends as they bent over picking objects off the floor, leaning over a table,walking with mincing steps in their tight skirts. The shape, the contours, the slope of a woman's ass had enflamed me even then. As I grew older, my passion did not diminish but rather increased exponentially. In university I had an experience which defined my sexual appetites. I worked at the local public pool as a life-guard, upon reflection I realize that I acheived all my badges and swimming certificates becuase of the opportunity swimming afforded me to ogle scantily clad female bums.

Bikini's, one pieces, mattered little to me. Rather it was how the suit framed a girls ass. I loved when the suit rode up the crack and exposed the full delicious cheeks of the wearer. I loved to see women fish their suits out of their ass cracks some delicatley, some surreptitously. Some, without a care in the world, would spread their legs and grab the suit, openly adjusting the material around their lovely asses and cunt lips. If they only realized what such a move did to my cock.

Well, as I was saying, I was in university and working in the public pools. I had done this job for three years and so, I was entrusted with a key. As a junior supervisor, I often had to open and close the facility. This fateful day, I was late with an assignment, there were noisy house guests in my parents home and I needed a place to work. I decided to cart my books to the pool and work in the quiet of the office till I finished my essay.

The pool was in total darkness but as I unlocked the door I noticed that the supervisor's office was lit and Sharon, a fellow guard, and Paul the supervisor were in there. Sharon I knew. She was an ass wiggler. I had jerked off many times after one of her teasing exhibitions. She was the PROUD owner of one of the most spledid bums I had ever enjoyed mentally stripping. She often came to work in short, frayed, cut-off jeans. I swear she had to spray them on. A full quarter of her glorious orbs peeked out beneath the material. She often wore tight spandex biker shorts, or ass hugging blue jeans, or swishy minis and she loved to wiggle that thing in front of the male guards. In the tight confines of the kitchenette she would often squeeze by guard as they got their lunches. Her ass would wickedly rub against an eager cock and she would make some cute suggestive comment.

I stood in the dark and could stare undetected through the large office window. Paul, an easy going supervisor, was speaking in mock anger to Sharon. There was one empty wine bottle and another well on its way, sitting on his desk. "There is money missing from the petty cash, Miss Wallace and you were the only one working tonight. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Sharon wearing a pleated kilt, dropped to her knees and hugged Paul's legs." Oh please, Sir, I'll do anything. Please don't call the police. Please don't have me arrested."

"You deserve a good spanking young lady," he growled.

"Oh sir, just don't tell on me. Do anything you want to me. Do anything to me. Spank my bottom good" As she said this she turned her back to Paul and like a little kitten rubbed her ass against his engorged cock. They were both in obvious lust and I was lost in the senario. I had been a complete ass fiend all my life but this talk of spanking her bottom and her complicity was all mind blowing to me. My soul told me that I had found my fetish. Sharon and Paul were about to feed it.

Sharon leaned over, her palms on the desk and straightened one leg then the other creating a seductive and lascirious movement of her mouth watering ass. " You are not going to slap Sharon's little bottom are you sir?" she purred. " You aren't going to make my poor ass all red like a daddy does are you, sir?"
Her seductive dance continued and she looked with pouty lips back over her shoulder. "You wouldn't hurt me would you sir? What if you make me cry? Oh please have pity sir."

Paul reached onto the counter and grabbed a flip-flop sandal. He flipped her skirt over her sumptuous ass and my breath expelled with such a gasp that I feared they might hear me. Sharon's panties stretched tightly across her bum and then gathered in a suggestive little pocket about her pussy which peaked out from between her thighs. She continued to work her legs back and forth, massaging her own cunt and teasing Paul with her bump and grind.

He smacked her with the slipper.... A loud resounding slap. She wimpered then moaned. "Is that all sir? Is that as hard as you can spank Sharon? Thank you for going easy sir..."He then rained a flurry of blows on her reddening, swelling ass. " Yes, yes , oh please sir." She cried out and moaned and then would torment him with his lack of power. I could not believe how she goaded him into more and more furious blows.

Next, Paul pulled down her panties, I was in ass lover's paradise at the sight. Her pink and red bum, writhing, undulating, deliciously danced before my eyes. Jiggling and quivering with the intense smacks. She opened her legs and exposed herself to more and more punishment. I had not thought this possible. That she found such sexual pleasure in this. I was lost forever in the image. In her demands for more. In her obvious lust. I could tell she was actually cumming from the experience.
"You wont spank my little cunt and sensitive thighs will you sir? Oh please dont do that." Opening wide as an invitation she drove him to punish her there. She sighed, pleaded begged for more and harder all in a feigned plea for him to stop.

Paul soon worked himself into a fever and dropped to his knees. He began to kiss, lick, suck on Sharon's exposed swollen ass and cunt. She turned and stood him up. "Oh sir," she said. "No more spankings?" she gound her hips into his swollen prick. "Perhaps after some more wine." she batted her eyes.

They began to move around the office and I thought it judicious to get the hell out of there. Later that night after three jack-offs and innumerable mental replays. The phone rang and Sharon breathed through the phone..."Did you enjoy the show, sir? I forgot to chlorine the pool. I hope you wont tell on me. Please sir."

My intro to the life was soon carved in stone....

Wow,

That was great. I think I need to call my Sir.


*walking away looking for the phone*

Yeah I need my Sir too now! That was very hot! :ty

Thank you 'submissivewife' and 'His_pita'. It is nice to hear from you. I will add to my personal joys derived from spanking a tantalizingly bent and delicious bottom. Thanks again,,

PG

Sharon met me the following night in the pool office and that delicious ass was mine to spank. I had known Sharon in high school, had always salivated over the thought of her tight curvaceous bottom, but, I had no idea what she was into. I learned so much from her. Mostly I thank her for the ability to spot women who seek to play the wonderful games I enjoyed with her.For three summers, we met at least three times per week. All this time she had a permanent boyfriend who she eventually married; she did complain, however about his lack of dominance and imagination. On to the night in question.

Sharon wore that same schoolgirl outfit which I had seen the previous night. She carried a large purse and when we had settled into the office. She shyly reached into it and extracted a table tennis paddle. She sat across from me at the desk. She stared lewdly into my eyes and kissed the paddle. Then still maintaining eye contact, she licked it and sucked on the edge of it in an openly suggestive manor. Next she placed the paddle on the desk between us.

She grabbed the front of her short kilt and pulled it down between her legs and gave the most innocent, sweet smile imaginable. “Did you like my essay, Mr. Watson,” she asked. Looking demurely down at the floor. She twisted the material of her kilt in her hands, acting fidgety and nervous. Little glimpses of her pantied crotch were revealed as she gathered and pulled on the skirt. If she wanted role-play I was going to give her the damndest scene she could imagine. I wanted her coming back for more.

“This essay,” I leaned forward menacingly, “is full of plagiarism. You Miss Wallace, will fail your year. I will be calling your parents tomorrow.” She began to cry lifting her kilt and lowering her face to dab her eyes. She nervously opened and closed her thighs as she cried and the glories of her clad pussy and the delicate creases at the start of her ass, fanned my growing lust.

“Please Mr. Watson, don’t expel me. Don’t tell my parents.” She arose from her seat and slunk over to my side of the desk. She sat on my lap and threw her arms around my neck. She wiggled that spectacular ass on my rock-hard prick. “You can punish me, yourself, sir. I will never, never do that again.”

“I think, Miss, that you should get over my knee and prepare yourself for a good spanking. What do you have to say about that?” I stood her up, feeling her precious tits and aroused nipples as I did so. She bent over my lap. “That kilt is in the way Miss Wallace.” She flipped her pleated skirt over her back and there was the beautiful prize. Sheer transparent panties hugged her exposed bum. I rubbed my hand over her stretched bottom and then felt the warmth and moisture of her cunt peeking from between her legs.

“Oh sir, don’t be a bad daddy. Don’t feel up my pouty little cunt, sir. I’m so ashamed.” At this she rocked and pressed her hips into me, setting up a wonderful waving motion of her ass and pussy. I spread her long legs wider apart then reached for the paddle. I rubbed the Paddle over Sharon’s ass and thighs.

“You are going to receive a lesson you won’t soon forget little lady.” I had never before had the pleasure of spanking a bottom and I was drooling in anticipation. My mind had been enfevered by the idea since the preceding night.

“Oh sir then I had better hold on,” she suggested. Her outside hand reached under herself and she undid my fly. She took my engorged cock in her hand and squeezed it, holding on like she was afraid of falling off my lap.

Then, at last. I began to paddle her smooth waiting ass. The sight of her flesh turning pink, red, scarlet; the jiggling and dancing muscles of her bum, urged me on to faster and fiercer blows. I was in a sweat from both effort and excitement. Iwas determined to spank her ass as she had never been spanked before. I worked over her bum, her thighs, up and down her legs, on the tender flesh of her inner legs. She was writhing and crying. “ Oh sir, don’t stop.” She pleaded as she cried. I could not have stopped. I was in a mad sadistic lust; delivering pain to that spectacular ass. I had never experienced this sadistic side to my nature and it had me in a drunken passion.

I ripped off her panties with my free left hand and continued to rain blows on her gorgeous swollen bum. She began to spasm and flip about in a wild panting orgasm. Her hand clenched about my raging prick and she started to jerk me off with abandon. “Oh God, oh fuck. OOOooooo yeah…we were both screaming out and cumming together. I did not ease up on my paddling and she did not ease up from milking my pumping cock. Soon we both found ourselves slumped to the floor. My cock squirting away in her hand. I was pinching and punishing the cheeks of her heated ass.

“Oh, sir.” She whispered and kissed me as we lay in each other’s arms.

Geeeezzzeee should have read this before I hung up with Sir.

I wonder if he would mind if I called him back......

WOW that was great...again!!

Thanks submissivewife, here is another adventure.

Sharon taught me to spot ass women as she called them. "Look for girls who's lust is directly connected to their ass. You'll see us on the dance floor, we can't help but turn our asses to our partners and wave them around. If we are getting reinforcement we will rub our hot bums against their cocks. That means we are in real heat. When I get excited there is a direct link between the pit of my stomach and my ass. I am forced to bend over and stick it out teasingly. If I am in a hot kiss my bum stretches out and I'll even turn around rubbing my ass against him. We are like sexy kittens, showing off our wares when we are excited. If a good looking man, tells me I have a cute but, or if he gives it a little pat. I soke myself. You will spot us easily if you look. And when you make out with us focus on our bent ass and our protruding little pussies and we will follow you anywhere."

To emphasize her point we went to a local dance club together and she pointed out a few ass movers and I found some others. "You've got it," she told me. "You're a cute guy, go ask that little ass wiggler over there to dance. She can barely keep her panties on. Tell her what a world class ass she has and see what happens. Good luck Spanky." She tweaked my dick under the table then sat back to watch the show.

The little red head that I approached wore a patterned halter top which highlighted her bouncing tits and tight hip hugger jeans all set off with high ass tightening heels ( another of Sharon's signs). When I asked her to dance she smiled and jumped up casually. As we dances she soon turned away from me and thrust out and gyrated her delicious bum, she looked back over her shoulder as she did so. I stepped in closer to her with her ass just touching my crotch and whispered to her. "God, you have the most spectacular bum I have ever seen. My compliments" She instinctively bent more at this comment and her tremendous ass ground into my cock. The next dance was a slow dance and neither of us made any moves towards our seats. As the song developed my hands wandered down her back and settled on her shifting ass. As I rested my hands there I felt her bend and press backwards. Sharon is correct, I thought her lust and her ass are hard wired together.

As you have no doubt foreseen we ended up in my car after a dancing set. I kept complimenting her beautiful ass and she kept moaning and sticking it out as we danced. I was leaning on both of our fetishes. We ended up in the back seat of my old Chevy and as we kissed she wriggled and pumped that gorgeous bum around. I moved her up and bent her over the front seat. I started to kiss knead and pinch her bum through her jeans.

"MMMmmmm, oh yes, MMMmmmm," she groaned and undulated, loving the position she was in. I peeled down her jeans and panties together and was rewarded with a stretched lilly white ass and pouty cunt which would raise the dead. I started to spank her writhing cheeks. "Oh yes that's it, Oh how did you know? Oh baby."She swooned.

After slapping her tender ass for minutes and raising both of our passions, I had a brain wave. I had a two day growth of stubble, Sharon liked the look. I kissed the pumping ass then I ground my stubbled chin into her reddened cheek. She hollered, "Oww, oh fuck don't stop." I used my cheeks and chin like sandpaper rubbing the skin on her ass raw. Soon her ass was close to bleeding and she began to finger her clit and scream for more. "Hurt me more baby, oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum. I scraped away at her inner thighs, her ass and the back of her legs. She started cumming and yelling flipping around on the bench seat.

She hoped off the seat and tore at my zippper breaking it in the process. She started sucking my cock like a woman possessed. Guttural choking sounds emitting from her throat. I started to slap her ass as she did so. Her already raw bottom responded by pumping away and she sucked like a feeding baby. Her right hand still finger fucked her cumming pussy. After she milked the pair of us dry. She sat back with a contented smile. "My name is Cindy." She grinned.

My dear Sir seems you have all the adverntures....more please!

Thank you submissivewife. I will start to tell you about my college gf when I get some time. She was the first girl who I convinced to try the spanking life....

Oh I am looking forward to it! I am patient so please make it a thorough as possible.:D

HOW I TURNED SARAH FROM AN INNOCENT SMALL TOWN GIRL INTO A WANTON SUBBIE……

Like some weird homing device I found Sarah in my second year at the University of Toronto. She was a pleasant and attractive freshman whom I spotted at a typical orientation night. She was from a small town called Fenlon Falls and was uncomfortable in the sprawling campus and among the hordes of nameless students.

I first noticed her because she was doing a little jiggle thing with her leg as she stood at the table and poured out a Coke. She was nervous, I decided, but the ripples that this movement sent up through her tight little bum drew me towards her. She knew no one and gladly chatted with me about hometowns, interests, the campus, the Profs. We found ourselves laughing easily and sitting on the edge of our chairs in excitement as we spoke. She had bright blue eyes and an open face; she was the type of girl that becomes more and more attractive as you speak to her. We ended the night with me promising to show her around the campus and the neighborhood the next day. She had a magnificent set of tits to accompany her fine ass and I masturbated to the images of her face and body when I got back to my room. I concocted all manner of scenarios. I particularly fixated on peeling down her panties and smacking that jiggling ass.

She lived in residence and I had rented a house with four friends. We quickly began seeing each other daily. And she enjoyed the freedom our house permitted; so, we ended up spending most of our time there. On our second date we kissed inside a store entranceway and I felt her tight little bum with my roving hands. My cock responded by turning to iron and I pressed it into her stomach. Her tits felt firm and responsive against me. She then giggled and skipped on ahead of me. My erect cock pumping against her belly embarrassed her. I of course continued grabbing her and tongue kissing her for the next few days. Her body tantalized me and this fully dressed rubbing and undulating just enflamed me all the more.

On about our fifth date we were alone at my place and she was washing a glass. The scrubbing motion set her ass going as it had when I first saw her. I came up behind her and began to grind my stiff cock into her hypnotic bum. “Tommy, I’m a virgin,” she confessed almost in tears. “You’re going to have to be patient with me. I want to be with you but I’m afraid. I don’t know anything about all this.”

She did not turn around but spoke to the window in front of her. I kept the pressure from my dick against her all the while she spoke. I turned her around and kissed her. I also took her right hand in both of mine and slid it into the front of my jeans, into my underwear and I felt her cool smooth fingers on my raging cock. She went stiff and tried to retract her hand but I held it there and looked into her eyes.

“There is nothing to be afraid of,” I coaxed. I kissed her and moved her hand up and down on my cock. Soon her hand closed around my prick and she began to stroke it and kiss me with renewed passion. I took one of my hands off her wrist and worked it down the back of her pants and panties. That mouth-watering ass now, finally, rested beneath my bare hand and Sarah was energetically giving me a handjob….

TO BE CONTINUED

Well how did I ever miss these hot stories/memories? And they are definitely HOT! :hubba: Unfortunately I don't have a Sir to call, but I'm sure I can find something to help me out! :D

:idea: *digs out ye 'ole vibrator*

:ty PowerGames :)

Why thank you "learningtopleez" I just logged in to continue the story and found your message. I will continue the tale with renewed vigor. Your avatar made me drool. I would dearly love to create a little red pattern on that palette.
Power Games.

I came in thick jets of sperm all over Sarah's hand and into my underwear. Her curiousity drove her to rub her thumb and index finger together, feeling the texture and slickiness of the spunk spread over the pair of us. With a look of concentration she felt my slowly softening prick. It remained semi hard as she evaluated, weighed and explored my balls and dick. Her fingers read the folds and veins of my cock as if she were reading braille. I was soon coming back to an erection.

I led her over to the couch and sat her on my lap. She leaned into my shoulder, her hand still toying with my meat. She curled up and whispered barely audibly. "I liked it when you forced me to keep my hand in there. She was shy but needed to speak her lust. I think I want you to make me do some more." She buried her face into my chest and she bit on my shirt.

I popped the clip on her Levi's and began to inch down her zipper. She took her hand off my raging cock and reached for my hand with both of hers. "No, don't" she complained. But her hips undulated and she pressed her feet into the couch lifting her hips off my lap and spreading out her legs. "Force me." she whispered again into my chest. I was on fire now. I took a chance and slapped her hands hard. "MMmmmm," she moaned. I took her hands one at a time and poitioned them behind her, under her bum. Her spectacular tits thrust forward and she played along, struggling as if her hands were tied behind her.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked. "Please don't" and she wriggled against the non existant bindings. The movement caused her scrumptuous ass and her hands to rub against my turgid cock. She grabbed onto it and my nuts as if she had no idea what she was doing.

I went back to undoing her zipper. "Oh please don't Tommy, I've never let a boy see me down there. I can't. Please stop." Her grasp on my dick once again returned to a stroking action and she lifted her ass high off my lap to allow me to peel down her jeans and panties.

"My parents would not let me do this Tommy, you have to stop. I'm a good girl. She kicked the jeans and panties across the room and I spread her legs wide. She left them open. "Oh no, you cant' see me like this, stop." then she closed her thighs. I threw them back open and spanked her on the inner thigh. This aroused her to no end and she moaned and began to pump with her legs. Her feet were flat on the couch. Encouraged I spanked her inner thighs even more.... " Oh please Tommy, please, I'll leave them open." I ran my hands over her beautifully formed pussy. I flipped one of her legs over the back of the couch to expose her delicious garden to my proding fingers. I was amazed to discover that she was in fact a virgin. Yet she was drenched and I took her outer lips in my hand and rubbed them against each other, trapping and rolling her clit and labia with her own juices and friction.

"Don't touch me there," she writhed. "Good girls don't let boys touch them like that. Stop." I could tell by the tightening of her belly and the thrusting of her hips that she was about to cum.

"Don't tell your master what to do, or what not to do," I ventured. I spanked her marvelous cunt lips. She jumped and pumped all the more. Moaning and groaning as I slapped at her enflamed cunt.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said "Just don't make me lose control in front of you.. I don't want you to see that.. you have to stop." I went back to rubbing her pussy lips together and she began to spasm and bounce cumming repeatedly. She then grabbed my wrist with both of her hands and pulled hard pressing my fingers agianst her spasming clit. " OOOooooo, sir stop, please stop" she covered my hand with both of her's and held it firmly in place. "Please sir, stop it, you have to stop now." She cried...

She collapsed into my chest and curled up into a fetal position on the couch. "Force me to do some more, sir." She whispered and played with the buttons of my shirt......

OH God you have some great adventures. I don't ever want you to stop with telling of your wonderful stories. I could just keep reading, and reading, and reading and reading......

I can't wait for more. These little tidbits are driving me nuts.

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Your avatar made me drool. I would dearly love to create a little red pattern on that palette.
Power Games.

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*gently wipes drool from PowerGames lips* Create to your heart's desire Sir! :hubba:

Really loved this last one about Sarah PG! It must have been truly hot to have her pleading for you to stop, while at the same time forcing you to continue! Damn...I'm gonna need another towel here! :rolleyes:

Merci Mes Belles, learningtopleez and submissivewife. What a lovely pair of bookends upon which to continue a tale (tail?). Thanks
PG

As we sat on the couch, Sarah confessed that she had had many opportunities in high school to explore sex but always felt compelled to be a good girl; to do as her parents would want her to do. Then it became an obstacle, a thing, and she did not know how to change her behaviour. When I forced her hand down my pants she said that she felt liberated and was so "turned on." Then when I smacked her hand and forced her to submit to me she loved it and realized that something else was going on. She snuggled her face into me. I liked to be spanked, to call you sir and master. I liked to pretend that you had me all tied up. I think I always needed that.

She wanted someone to dominant like her daddy; to take away any decisions from her. She told me that she is wet now thinking about it. I looked down at her curved bottom. She remained in the fetal position, her lovely cheeks, stretched almost to a point. I have my needs too and decided to see if we were in fact made for each other.

"Well, missy I think you have been a naughty girl today and deserve a spanking rather than any congratulations. Tell daddy exactly what this boy did to you."

"It wasn't my fault daddy," she simpered. " I was cleaning my glass and he came up behind me and pressed it against me."

"Get over my knee, young lady." I demanded, she slinked over me rubbing sensuously against my cock and settled over my lap. "Now just exactly what did he press against you?"

"His big juicy long cock, daddy, his cum filled cock." she undulated at the telling. I smacked her marvelous ass. She moaned and continued. "Oh daddy. He pressed it against my ass. My cunt went all juicy daddy and I pressed back to feel the length of his dick and to feel his balls daddy." I administered more deft slaps to her bottom. It turned a glorious rose color as I tanned it.

"Then daddy he turned me around and pressed his hairy prick against my stomach and his nuts rested on my pussy." She spread her legs and I spanked her dripping pussy as she spoke. "Then he took my hand and stuck it down his pants daddy and I felt my first cock. It was hard but covered with silky smooth skin and he made me stroke it daddy. I wanted to milk it daddy just like I'd heard the other girls talk about."

"You stroked his fucking cock didn't you, you little slut." I was really spanking her now and she was writhing in delight on my lap.

"Yes, yes, I gave him a handjob daddy and felt his sticky creamy cum on my hand. And I loved it daddy. I held his dick like this." she reached her outside hand under herself and garbbed me. "And I pumped his cock like this daddy. Harder and harder and faster and faster and I felt his stomach go all tight just like yours daddy."

I was slapping her ass, her legs, her thighs and her driving pussy and she was wailing away on my cock her hand reaching under . I was in heaven spanking that bum as I had imagined so often. I spanked her like there was never going to be an end to it. She reveled in it. I switched to finger fucking her like a mad man. I felt her hymen give way as I pounded my fingers deeper and deeper into her thrusting cunt, a smack, smack, smack came from my knuckles as my fist banged into her soft willing pussy. The squishing sound spurred us both on to greater passion.

We both yelled and came, neither of us stopped our proding and yanking on each other. We both ended up on the rug, flipping around like a pair of goldfish out of the bowl.. Oh my Sarah...

WOW! I am so addicted this retelling of your experiences PLEASE don't stop.

Good stuff Power Games!

This is HOT! I will come back and read s-l-o-w-e-r some nice masturbatory night!

Fury

Hi submissivewife and Furry Fury. It is so nice to hear from you. I will add another section revealing the scenarios Sarah and I got into. She was a role-playing genius. A girl with an active imagination, a sloping ass and a thunderous sex drive never gets tired.

Thanks
PG

I think not only are you lucky but your Sarah was very fortunate to have met you. Please write more soon. I love this thread.

Me too! I think tonight I will try to carve out some quiet reading time for this thread and my hitachi!

Fury

loves the your retellings.. can't wait to see more PG!

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loves the your retellings.. can't wait to see more PG!

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Thanks cowgirl and to subwife and Furry. I am ecouraged to continue. I hope to post this afternoon. You are lovely all.

There are lots of folks who have been kind enough to comment esp... good ole Aesop.. cheers to all of you.

PG

My Sarah and I worked out quite a ritual of communication. She would demurely mention some sexual fantasy, some desire she wanted fulfilled. She would couch it in conversational tones but always ensure that I received her message. I would notice her request but pretend not to be giving it undue attention.

An example will illustrate our process. We were walking home from a movie, just a few nights after our first "daddy" episode. Sarah nestled under my arm and into my chest and innocently whispered. "Janet, in my dorm, said she gave her boyfriend a blow job. I could never do that. I think it is disgusting."

We chatted about the movie as we strolled down Yonge St. Then as we neared my house she again adopted her conspiratorial whisper. "I'm afraid, that I won't get my History assignment done on time and will have to ask Professor Benton for an extension. He is so gruff and strict that I don't know how I'll work up the nerve to approach him."

Once in my bedroom I turned to her and banged the palm of my hand on my desk. "You had better not be in here asking for an extension, Miss," I glared at her. "Three students have tried soft soaping me this morning. The affrontery of them. One day before deadline they have the gaul to ooze in here requesting an extension. Is that fair to the students who will hand in their papers? Is it?"

"No,sir. But I have been trying. Two ideas fell flat and I have finally found a suitable topic." she stared at her shoes and shifted her weight from foot to foot. " I don't mind if you take off some marks for my tardiness. But, I can't possibly finish it by tomorrow, sir."

I sat in my desk chair and opened my legs. "How important is your freshman year to you Miss?"

"Oh sir," she moved a step closer, imploring me. "It means everything to me. I can't fail sir. I just can't"

"I see," I smiled. "you mentioned taking something off."

"Yes sir, if you think that I deserve to lose a few marks for tardiness....yes sir...yes."

"Very well Miss James. Take off your blouse." Her face dropped and she stared in disbelief. "But sir, I can't.. I mean... Well that's sexual harrassment.. You can't." She stammered on.

I turned in my desk and began to shuffle paper. She marched to the door and grabbed the handle then she stopped and turned back. There were tears and sniffles as she slowly undid her blouse. She undid the cuffs and let the blouse fall to the floor. She had on a sheer bra and her erect nipples pushed seductively through the material. Her hands went up to cover her exposed breasts. "Hands down Miss James and the bra will have to go. Come, come we've come this far. Do you want the extension or not?" I snapped.

She reached behind and unclasped her bra. Two firm breasts with aroused perfect nipples sprang into freedom. Her cheeks, neck and breasts were crimson with shame. "Come closer" I demanded. She minced her way to between my splayed legs. I sat up and ogled her tremendous tits. I reached up and tweaked both appetizing nipples.

"No sir you, can't" Sarah pleaded.

"Be quiet girl." I commanded and felt the heft of her breasts and fondled her nipples all the more. She closed her eyes and drifted.

I then unfastened the clasp on her jeans and peeled them down over her hips and lovely bum. "Sir please stop". She held up her panties as I removed her jeans. She stood before me in nothing but her high cut, white cotton panties. I took her by the hips and slowly spun her around. Her sweet cameltoe and her taught ass caused a lump in my throat. My cock raged to be set free. When she was back to facing me I spoke again.

"Those have to come off Miss James." Tearfully, she stepped out of her panties. I held out my hand for them. When she handed them to me I put them in my pocket.

"Well Miss James, you may have a two day extension. Or you can have an "A" without handing in anything; and since you have gone this far, I suggest it will cost you little to take the "A". If you do. You are to end these silly requests for me to stop and do as you are told."

She picked up her clothes again heading for the door. She stopped "what would you have me do for the "A"?" she asked still facing the door.

"No questions, yes or no?" I barked.

She dropped her clothes and headed back to me. When she got close enough I took her wrists and forced her to her knees. I opened my fly and took out my cock and balls. I then reached for the top of her head and pulled it down, I jammed my cock in her soft half opened mouth. She started to suck on my aching cock. I reached for a ruler on my desk and started to spank her bottom as she gave me her first blow job. The more I spanked and slapped the louder and more intense became the slurping squishing noises. She moaned and oohed and I fucked her lovely face with abandon. Her tongue played the underside of my dick and I started to shoot my load. She continued sucking and held me down with her hands on my thighs. I was smacking her bum like a rider urging on a horse.

After I came like a water hose and dropped my ruler in exhaustion. She smiled up at me from over my spent cock and said...."Let's play again."

Wow....keeps getting better and better and better......Love it!!!

wow... love it :D

Thank you all for your kind words. I am just finishing up a story for the forum's story contest which I hope you will like. It's not for the sake of competition but in hopes that you will all enjoy it. I'm starting to get attatched to the people here. It's a treat to share with like minded folks.

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Well I hope you will be posting more soon. I love the stories and check everyday for a new installment. PLEASE don't keep this impatient sub waiting too long.