I saw her for the first time my senior year in high school. She was unmistakably new to the small Midwestern town. All the boys noticed first, but the girls did as well.
The boys, being driven by baser instincts, saw a new fertile female roaming the halls, like a pride of lions that had spotted a lone gazelle; the male predators watched with extreme interest.
They had visions of getting to know her, then having her, in the back seat of one of their 1960s sedans.
The girls that I had more or less grown up with at the school, looked at her with entirely different eyes.
She was new to the territory, an interloper and competition for the males that they felt were their own.
Yes, I noticed her. Her smiling face and long blonde hair were like a sweet fragrance urging a honey bee to dip its extremities into a beautiful flower.
I admired from afar, though, not willing to blow my cool by blubbering and stuttering as I tried to introduce myself. I would go over and over in my head what to say to her and wait for the moment to talk to her.
My sleep was prefaced by thoughts of her and all the filthy things in my mind that I yearned to do with her.
A couple days passed before I felt confident to speak to her. My chance came in the study hall as we sat down together at the same table in the library. It was close to Halloween, and the librarian had assembled a corkboard with black cats, witches, and carved pumpkins all cut from construction paper.
One of the Jack-o-Lanterns had one ragged tooth that particularly stood out. “That one needs to see a dentist,” I said, pointing to the silly pumpkin.
She turned to look and giggled when she saw it.
“Don’t say dentist, I have to go next week,” she replied, amused.
“By the way, welcome to Mounty High!”
“Yeah, thanks, I would say glad to be here, but had to leave all my friends behind in Kansas, I’m bummed that my Dad got transferred. I turned 18 recently and could have legally stayed, but what the hell, right?”
“You will make new friends here, we are very friendly!”
“Oh yeah, you guys are friendly because you all want in my pants, the girls are bitches and treat me like I have the plague!”
“No, that’s not true, I for instance just want to make a new friend,” I lied through my teeth, “and the girls are just kind of cliquish around here, it takes them a bit to open up to someone new.”
“Mmmm, maybe, my name is Kathy, by the way.”
“My name is Bruce Hanigan. ‘By the way,’ is that a Swedish name perhaps?”
“No, smart ass, my last name is Heinlein!”
Her smile never wavered as she set me straight. The light blue of her eyes made me quiver inside as our gaze fixed on each other for a moment.
The bell rang, and we were required to be quiet and study. I read my book, glancing over at her whenever I could without being conspicuous.
Her long blonde hair touched the table and moved ever so slightly as she moved her pencil across the pad, framing a face that only an angel could possess.
I could barely contain myself, wanting to talk to her more, wanting to see what her light pink blouse concealed from my aching eyes. Desiring to lift the pleated skirt she wore to uncover her very female essence to my hungry eyes.
A sleeping monster was stirring in my pants. I had to get my mind back on the required reading, a book by Robert Heinlein of all things. I couldn’t afford to let her see me squirm if I had any chance of being with her.
Taking a deep breath, I was able to clear my mind and concentrate on the sci-fi book in front of me.
The bell rang again, and we both stood to leave the table.
“See you around, Bruce,” she said hurriedly.
“Later, Kathy.”
The next day, she shows up at school with hair the shade of light green! She was the talk of the school all day.
I smiled and told her, “I love it!”
She smiled back and asked me to go home with her after school to help wash it out. I agreed quickly, anxious to be with her.
When we got there, the house was empty.
“My parents won’t be home for like three hours,” she declared.
“It might take that long to wash out your hair.”
“I would rather use the time for another project,” she grinned slyly.
“What’s that?”
“I would like to see how tough you are, Bruce.”
“Are we going to wrestle?”
“I know you would like to wrestle with a girl, wouldn’t you?”
“You’re right about that.”
“I have something different in mind, I want to dominate and spank you!”
I was dumbfounded by her statement.
“Have I done something wrong to make you want to do that?”
“No, I just like you and want you to share the experience with me, besides, I said I wanted to see how tough you are.”
“Are you going to take me over your knee?” I asked sarcastically.
“No, I will have you remove your clothes, lie face down on the bed, and take a good beating from a girl, like a tough man would!”
Bewildered, I didn’t know what to say. The prospect of getting naked and having my ass beaten by this young woman both thrilled and terrified me.
“Well, are you in or out?”
I thought for a moment and decided a girl wasn’t going to hurt me any.
“I’m in!”
“Take ’em off, Bruce!” She grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
My clothes soon fell to the floor while Kathy watched smugly.
My cock sprang out of my boxers, seemingly happy to be exposed to a member of the opposite sex.
“I think you are liking this already!” she declared.
“Lie down!”
From her dresser, she brought over a wooden spoon, a man’s belt and a ping pong paddle.
“I’m going to spank your butt with each of these twenty times, plus I have two surprise tools I’m going to use on you, twenty each with them as well!”
“That’s 100, Bruce, think you can take it?” she asked as her hand slapped my ass.
“Bring it!”
“Oh, oh, were you thinking, ‘Bring it Bitch?”
“No, I like you and wouldn’t say that.”
“Maybe I’ll change your opinion about me today!”
She took the belt and raised it to bring it down hard across my butt! I gasped a little, surprised at the force of the spank.
A moment later, another landed, then another. She kept a steady pace, whipping the belt on my cheeks. The sting was getting stronger, and my skin started to burn!
I didn’t want to cry out too much and make her think I was weak, so I breathed deeply and toughed it out.
“There, twenty down, eighty to go!”
“I guess you paid attention in math class today.” Making a joke.
“Ha ha, we’ll see who’s laughing in a few minutes!”
Picking up the wooden spoon she whacked me hard on my burning ass.
I had watched my mom cook with one a hundred times, but never thought I would have some girl using one on me like this!
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!
I squirmed and gasped in pain while she beat each cheek alternately.
I knew she was trying to break me, hitting harder each time!
My cheeks burned and were getting very sore when she stopped to change over to the paddle.
“Are you going to stick it out or are you a pussy?”
“I can take it!”Gritting my teeth.
The paddle was less painful than the spoon, but it maintained the burn and soreness.
“Time for a surprise, Bruce. I think you will have some bruises after this fun toy!”
She held up a white fiberglass cane!
“Aaaarrrggghhhh,” I screamed when she landed the first!
Number two fell in the same place, it made me shake, cry, and wish I had left when I had the chance.
Eight more fell on my hapless ass, making me cringe each time I heard the “whoosh” of the wicked thing!
Number eleven hit right on my crease, a yet untouched and extremely sensitive part of my backside.
She mercilessly beat the area around it till I was screaming at the top of my lungs! I breathed a prayer of thanks when the last one fell.
“Still feeling tough, Bruce?”
Gasping for breath and feeling the pain made it impossible to reply.
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Kathy, what’s going on here?” an older female voice demanded.
I scrambled to cover myself, but the bed had no blanket to grab, and all I could do was grin stupidly and try to cover with my hands.
“We are just studying Mother,” Kathy replied calmly.
“What did you promise this one, hand job or showing him your tits?”
“Tits.”
I was incredulous at the low level of emotion exhibited by both women.
“How far did he get?”
“I’m ready to use the hose next, he took 20 each of the other four.”
Kathy spoke matter-of-factly, like she was talking about the weather!
“Finish him, I’ll watch.”
Again, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!
“Can you hold him down? I don’t think he’s going to make it with this one!”
My protests fell on deaf ears while Kathy’s mother hiked up her skirt, straddled me, and sat on my upper back, pinning me to the bed.
Horrified at what would happen next, I breathed deeply and waited for the pain.
Kathy lifted the hose high, ripping it through the air and down to my cheeks. I screamed louder than before into the pillow.
She paused a minute to let it sink in. When I regained my senses, I felt a wetness where Mother was sitting on my back. The bitch was enjoying my suffering!
“Just beat his ass and get this over with,” her mother demanded.
The green haired girl whipped that hose across my ass nineteen more times with no break at all. I think I blacked out after five, and she just beat me anyway.
Finally, she stopped, and her mother got up.
Taking her blouse off, she told Kathy, “I’ve got this.”
Next came her bra, large tits fell into my view and I all but forgot my ordeal.
“You can kiss them if you want.”
“Mother, he’s my friend!”
“Go fetch a hand towel, Kathy.”
She stomped off to the bathroom, but my eyes were glued to her mother.
My cock rose quickly with every little shake of her magnificent mounds.
Kathy handed me the towel.
“Pound one out while we watch!”, demanded Kathy.
Taking my hard cock in my hand, I did the most natural thing and stroked till the job was finished.
“Are you going to come back and visit us, Bruce?” Mom asked.
All that happened that day had bewildered my brain to the point that all I could do is nod in affirmation.
The next day at school, I found it difficult to sit still with a throbbing pain in the seat of my pants. It was sore, but also very satisfying, knowing the soreness came with an immense amount of pleasure.
Kathy seemed to avoid me that day, but just when I was headed home, she seemed to come out of nowhere and walked beside me.
“Sore today”?
“Yes”, I retorted.
“Well, I’m sorry my Mom burst in like that.”
“Oh, so you are sorry about that and not about beating my ass raw?”
“Why Bruce, you seem upset about the little party we had.”
“You promised to show me your tits and I just saw your mothers is all!”
“Her’s are nicer than mine, you should be grateful!”
“That wasn’t our deal!”
“How about a new deal?”
“What,” I asked with contempt.
“You will be all healed up next week, Mom is gone all day Saturday, why don’t you come over and I will show you all of me, every inch!”
“You will beat me of course?”
“Of course, but I will let you see my pussy.”
My cock immediately sprung up in my pants, to the point where I covered my front with the books I was carrying.
I kept walking, trying to be stoic.
“Have you ever had your cock sucked?”
I nearly blew a load when she asked me.
“N…no,”I stammered.
“Think you are tough enough to take another hundred?”
Without even thinking, “Y…yes!”
“Good, I will see you Saturday!”
Off we went to our respective homes, with me stunned, wondering what had happened.
Arriving at home, no one was there, so I locked my bedroom door and stroked my cock thinking about Kathy’s sweet lips wrapped around my shaft. I also thought about how it was going to hurt so badly on my backside to acquire satisfaction for my front side.
The two feelings, the yin and yang, seemed so natural, I was actually thinking about Kathy beating me while I stroked as well!
“What have I become?”
She has bewitched me for sure, dragging me into her sick sexual escapades.
After I released the pent-up male seed, I felt ashamed and stupid for falling into her trap.
“I’m not going there on Saturday!”
I nearly shouted.
“Going where, Bruce?” My Mom said from the hallway.
I quickly cleaned up and replied, “To the preseason exhibition game on Saturday.”
“Oh, ok, dear.”
I probably didn’t fool her, she knew I would lock my door and satisfy my physical needs. She was cool with it and gave me no lectures on going blind or anything.
It was Wednesday when I saw Kathy in the hall again, only this time she winked at me and used her hand to show the “OK” sign.
I looked away sheepishly and tried not to think about Saturday, but just seeing her made me feel nervous and horny.
I reached around to my backside just nonchalantly rubbing my backside with my hand, like scratching an itch.
The soreness was gone, but there was an itch, an itch to feel the intense sensations that Kathy had offered to me in exchange for her more pleasurable services.
I gasped a little as a memory returned of the agony I felt that day, but the thought of her sucking me made the pain pale in comparison.
What the hell had she done to me?
I feel like she has hypnotized me into some sort of slave or something that she could manipulate to her will!
Saturday morning came, and I bid my family farewell for the day that I was working on a school project with Kathy.
I could see her mom just leaving as I approached Kathy’s block. I was glad she didn’t see me as she drove off in the other direction.
Sighing, I rang the bell.
“Well, good morning, come in,” Kathy, still in her pajamas, coaxed me in.
As I stepped in, she locked the door.
My heart skipped a beat, and I froze at the sound of the click. There was no turning back now.
“Mom is gone for the day for sure this time, and Dad is always at work.”
“I hope so,” I replied sheepishly.
“Up to my room.”
Without a word, I trudged up the stairs, knowing I was going into the spider’s lair.
“I think we are going to have fun today, Bruce, so cheer up!”
“There are lots of things worse than getting your ass beaten, besides, keep your mind on the special treat you will receive,” she added.
She sat on the edge of the bed and leered at me for a moment.
“Strip, Bruce,” crossing her legs as she spoke with authority.
I soon was down to my underwear with a protruding bulge in the front.
“See, you are happy to be here, I need everything off!”
Motioning me closer as my shorts fell to the floor, she grabs me by the penis and strokes it a little, then cups my balls in her other hand.
“See, isn’t this nice?”, she said as her gentle touch made my knees buckle a little.
She then parted her legs, and pulled me over her lap, with my throbbing cock firmly grasped between her legs.
“I’m going to spank you now, Bruce. This over-the-knee stuff is just a warmup, the exciting stuff will happen after you are nice and red!”
Her left hand held my right wrist up into the small of my back while her right hand began to spank me, alternatively on each cheek, slowly at first, then she increased her speed and intensity.
It began to sting, and I could feel the burn start to build. It felt good, really, and I thought I could take this all day long.
Her tempo increased, and I began to yelp a little on some of them. Still very tolerable to me. My mind was racing, wondering what all the “exciting stuff” would be.
“Ouch!” Kathy exclaimed, as she stopped for a moment.
“My hand is getting sore, I need to use the paddle!”
Before I could process what she said, she had grabbed an oval paddle and began spanking me with it.
“Ouch!”, I cried, “that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to, take it like a man, and you will get your reward after you prove yourself.”
The paddle was hurting now, and the sting was making me cry out. The burn felt more like a fire now, and I was starting to breathe heavier.
Kathy spanked hard and steady, pelting my ass with the wood, making me squirm to try to avoid it.
She finally stopped and felt my burning butt with her hand.
“Very nice, I think that’s enough for the warm-up!”
“’Warm up?’ That was just a warmup?”
“I feel like my ass is on fire!” I added emphatically.
Standing me up, she remained on the bed, taking my semi erect cock in her mouth without warning.
She sucked and cradled my balls again, making me forget about my burning cheeks.
Soon she spit it out and asked, “Shall we take care of the real spanking now?”
“Yes,” was all I could say while she guided me face down onto her bed.
It was a four-poster, and out of nowhere, she produced some ropes to tie my wrists and ankles to each corner.
I had no struggle left in me, resigning myself to her control.
Kathy pulled a thick pillow from her closet and ordered me to raise my pelvis while she slid it under me. This raised my butt considerably to make a better target for her.
“Now, Bruce, I have only three spanking tools I am going to use on you today: a tawse, a cane, and a cat”.
“A cat”?
“It’s a cat-o-nine tail, silly, it will make me purr, but it will make you screech!”
Reality was sinking in, and I knew I was in for a rough time now.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her raise the cat over her shoulder and behind her back, suddenly she whipped it forward and down on my ass.
I gasped when the tails hit the entirety of my butt cheeks.
She raised it again and repeated the stroke.
This time it hurt more as the ends of the tails bit into my skin, I cried out loud!
Repeatedly, she whipped me with the cat.
I was squirming, trying to get free, but I couldn’t due to the ropes.
The tails of the angry cat bit me hard with every lash, but she persisted in the thrashing, despite my cries of pain!
Suddenly, she stopped, moved to the other side of the bed and began whipping me again.
The cat found virgin territory as it attacked my bare ass, causing me to cry even louder, all that sustained me was the thought of Kathy’s sweet lips wrapped around my cock and coaxing a load out with her charms.
“I like the cat, how about you?”
“I’m more of a dog person,” I managed to gasp.
“You’re funny, let’s see how funny you are with the cane across your cheeks!”
“Now, where are the alcohol swabs,” Kathy murmured.
“What?” I gasped out loud.
“There could be some cuts and bleeding involved with the cane, no biggy,” Kathy replied.
“Let me go now!” I demanded.
“Oh, Bruce, I think you and I both know that you really want to be right where you are.”
Stunned, I thought, and sure enough, the pause in the spanking was creating an urge for her to continue.
“What is wrong with me?”
“Why do I want a beautiful girl beating my ass?”
It didn’t make sense, even with the promise of sex, there had to be something more to it.
“So, are you ready to go home right now, Bruce?”
I sighed and said, “No.”
“Good, let’s get to it!”
The cane was thin and whippy, the first crack was right on my seat spot and I gasped as the pain reached my brain.
She tapped it a couple times, then hit me again, very close to the first strike landed.
“Yeeeeouuuuhhhh!”
Every ten seconds or so she hit my ass with that devilish device.
I imagined my ass to look like a raw hamburger as she spaced out the strokes, giving me time to feel each one.
My breathing was laboured now, and I could see stars as she beat me. Strangely enough, when she paused a little longer, I wanted to feel her next cut. I found myself anticipating each one and even craving it!
She has truly turned me into some sort of pervy spanko!
After what seemed an eternity of Kathy stirating my ass with that cruel stick, she paused, then lightly touched my back side with her hand. I found it so ironic that the same female hand that had just moments ago been inflicting such great pain, was now soothing to that very same patch of skin.
Somehow, I think I was falling for this girl with green hair with an appetite for sadism.
“There are a couple of little cuts; this will fix them right up,” she said calmly.
Soon, the cold sting of the alcohol swabs reignited a fire on my skin.
“Fuck that hurts Kathy!”
Just as the sting wore off a little I felt her hand go between my legs and stroke my cock.
“It’s pretty limp, maybe it doesn’t want to be sucked anymore?”
Gathering my thoughts after the pain had rushed in like a bull to my brain. I gasped, “Yes, it really does!”
“Too bad we still have the tawse left to do its duty, I wouldn’t want you to go home without the complete experience, though.”
“I can live without it, Kathy. It’s fine.”
She kept her hand engaged with my now swelling member, toying with it and coaxing it to rise up to its potential.
“Bruce, do you really want to go home now?”
“We had this conversation a few minutes ago, I hope that little spanking with the cane didn’t change your mind about wanting me.”
Her rubbing continued and lust rose up in my mind just as fast as the lust rose up in my cock.
“No, I will stick it out, I can take it.”
“I think you will be glad you did, I will be so proud of you for taking your spanking like a tough man and not wimping out like some sissy.”
“Just to be clear, tell me you want me to spank you with the tawse now,” Kathy demanded.
“I want you to spank me with the tawse now,” I murmured.
“In the future, I will expect more enthusiasm, but I will let it go today!”
“You won’t regret it, till you try to sit down tomorrow”, Kathy chuckled.
Releasing my cock, her hand reached for the nearby tawse.
She held it up high and smacked my bare butt.
A shock wave like stinging hornets stormed in from my ass to my brain.
“Yeeeeoooouuuuhhhh!”
Another followed and another till my ass was almost numb and my brain was consumed by only three thoughts, pain, pain and more pain.
My breathing was heavy, and I struggled in vain to free myself from the ropes and the horrible pain.
After what Kathy said was six strokes, she paused and rubbed my sore ass lovingly.
“Only six left, Bruce,” she announced.
My butt had only cooled down like one degree from 1000 it seems as she whacked the thick leather down hard on my ass again!
“Yeeeeeoooouuuuuhhhhhhh!”
The first stroke landed, soon followed by the other five. I thought I was going into a coma as things went black.
When I woke after a couple of seconds, Kathy was rubbing some salve on my brutalized butt cheeks.
When she was done, I felt her remove the ropes and roll me over to my side.
I could see her now as she stood and pulled off her clothes to stand naked in front of me.
Her firm, small breasts made my eyes seek them out, her reddish brown nipples beckoned my stare, while the opaque hair between her legs crowned the object of my ultimate prize.
Kathy knelt down on the bed and gently pushed me onto my back, then she straddled me, putting her face close to my genitals and bringing hers in reach of my face.
Her scent was intoxicating as I sucked her aroma into my lungs. I could see her wetness of arousal glistening on her velvet lips. Adjusting my face forward, I tasted her essence, and my tongue delighted in the soft, wet mound of flesh before me.
I felt her take my length into her mouth, sucking it like a straw to a thick milkshake. My senses were on fire, and much like the spanking had consumed my brain with pain, I was engulfed in pleasure as our naked bodies enjoyed each other.
She began moaning as I licked her and kissed her womanhood, she rubbed her pussy into my face with vigor causing my cock to get harder and fill her mouth.
I found her clit with my finger and rubbed while I paid homage to her wetness, lapping her juices as they flowed freely. For several minutes I feasted on her flavor and even was encouraged by the musky scent of her anus so near to my nostrils. I had gone from being a virgin to an enthusiastic pussy eater in one morning. Her power over me was like a drug and I knew I was hooked at that moment.
The things she was doing to my cock was unimaginable only hours ago.
Sucking, squeezing, even biting was bringing me quickly to a crescendo that there was no turning back from.
Feeling her loins tense, she howled as she climaxed, squeezing my balls as she felt her orgasm.
I soon followed and my male seed rushed to her gullet, pulsing streams of ecstasy.
Her own juices oozed onto my lips when she moaned loudly, then shuddered with ecstasy.
Both spent, we lay still a few minutes, and just a basic question popped into my head.
“How did you learn all this and have all these torture devices in the house?”
She looked at me, grinning ear to ear, “Some moms teach girls how to cook!”
I knew in a moment that if I married this girl, there would never be a dull moment!