*** was a single woman , a gym teacher who had
recently retired after twenty years. She lived alone
in a large Victorian home in a small town in northern california.
She was a very strict woman and my first day living
with her laid out her rules and regulations.
Immediately I began breaking every rule. She said
nothing merely grinned and told me
that I would regret my behavior.
After about a month the principal called her to
school. I had been caught cutting class and was
discovered drinking beer with two other guys,
in the woods not far from the school. I was given
a warning if I did anything else wrong I would be
expelled. She said nothing to me on the way home
but the minute we got in the house
she ordered me to go and wait for her in
the living room.
I stood defiant in the middle of the room waiting
for her return. To be honest I had never been
so nervous. When she returned to the room she had
a razor strop in hand.
Very quietly she ordered me to bend over the back
of the sofa . I did what I was told.
I was shaking and trying hard not to show my fear.
After what seemed an eternity she spoke and in
a no nonsense voice ordered me to lower my jeans.
I hesitated for only a moment, but it was a moment
too long. I felt the leather hit my hand as
I tried to lower my jeans. I cried out but had
my jeans around my ankles in moments.
Almost immeadiately i felt the strop hit my ass
and upper thigh. I was grateful that my cotton
boxer shorts softened the sting of the thick
leather strop. I managed to take the first ten
swats, without a whimper. ***, paused and for a
moment I thought I was home safe.
“Drop the boxers now so we can finish up”
she said quietly. I felt blood running to
my cheeks but fear had me drop the boxers. Moments
later, i felt the strop hit my buttocks. I
truly have no idea how many swats she delivered
before I broke into tears, but I was sobbing.
When she finally stopped she came over and pulled
me by the back of my neck to the corner of the
room where i remained till it was dinner time.
That night at supper it was embarrassing to sit
across from *** but she acted as if nothing had
happened. As I cleared the dishes from the table
in a quiet tone she said ” Next time it will be twice
as hard. ” I swore there would never be a next
time.
but i was wrong.
(Dana’s Note: This story is exerpted. The asterisks
are my edits.)
I hope that my readers are enjoying the Spanking Stories as much as I have. Check back often – there are lots more to read.
-Dana Kane
OUCH
Oh man that must have not only hurt like hell but been very embarrassing as well.
So was there a next time because you discovered you kinda like getting spanked or did ya just screw up?
NaughtyDen,
Maybe it’s a little of both…
– Dana