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Date Posted: 11:23:40 06/29/08 Sun
Author: Justine
Subject: My Experience

First of all, I am a geek. I admit it. I am probably the biggest geek at my university, maybe the whole state. I am also a good girl. I don't get into trouble, don't go having sex with everyone, don't get drunk all the time, typical college behavior. I pretty much behave myself.
I work in the English Dept. office and have always gotten along very well with the dean of the department. She is a pretty attractive woman in her late 40's or early 50's is my guess. Her house is just off campus and I visited her pretty often either to talk or do homework because it was quieter than the dorm. She also fed me and not Ramen or peanut butter, a big bonus.
One night we were having a long heart to heart talk sitting on the couch. She just looked at me for a minute and said
"Come over my lap."
She kind of grabbed my arm and led me across her lap. I wondered wtf was going on. She was very cool about it. She had her hand on my butt and started squeezing and kneading my bottom paying particular attention to, well, let's just say my crack. She started saying things like she was just like me when she was younger, very smart, good girl. She said, and I paraphrase,
"You're a very intelligent, pious and pretty girl. But when a pretty girl is away from home, away from the boundaries and structure and discipline of their parents they have a tendency to get themselves in trouble. I know, I was just like you when I was your age. A pretty girl such as yourself can on occasion need a good spanking to keep her in line, don't you think?"
There was a part of me that wanted to jump up and call her a sick perverted old bitch and get the hell out of there, but there was a part of me who knew I really deserved a good spanking and everything she said was true. And there was that part of me who really, really wanted her to spank me, I had even had fantasies about it. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was breathing heavy, I was just paralyzed and it was as if she had put a spell on me.
"You have been a very naughty little girl girl haven't you?"
I blurted out in agreement.
"So, you really do deserve a good, hard spanking, don't you?"
"Yes!!"
"Tell me what a naughty girl you have been."
"I have been! I have been very, very naughty! I've been a very bad girl!"
My own responses surprised me, but I just blurted them out.
"Do you need your little butt blistered to make you behave?"
"Yes!!"
"Tell me you need a spanking, naughty girl."
"I need a spanking!! I need a spanking!!"
I really didn't want to say it, it just came out. I held my breath until the first slap and exhaled a huge burden. It was such a relief until the slaps came more rapidly and forceful and my bottom really started heating up. I was crying, but not out loud. I think it was more from the emotional release than pain, because it really wasn't that painful. The hairbrush , on the other hand, that sucker hurt!
She asked me to lift up and to my horror she undid and lowered my jeans. Again she rubbed my bottom and my panties were drenched. From sweat I guess, lol. She reprimanded me for dampening myself and again paid a great amount of attention to my dark dungeon. She only spanked me with her hand on my panties before pulling them down. OMG, I was exposing everything to this woman who was not my mother or aunt or lover. It was very weird. She rubbed my very hot bottom and I just won't discuss where her fingers were going.
The spanking and paddling over my jeans hurt, but on my bare bottom, OMG! By this juncture I was bawling like a baby. It was more than I could even stand. She rubbed my bottom (and elsewhere) until I could stop crying and told me to get up. I almost fell backwards I was so dizzy and limp. Pulling my panties and jeans up was no great pleasure. She told me to sit down next to her. That was agonizing. She gave me a hug.
"There, don't you feel better?"
I really didn't because my butt really hurt but I shook my head in agreement. Actually I did feel better because it was such a release and relief. She told me that when I misbehave or let my grades slip she would give me another spanking.
"This is just between you and me. No one else is to know about this, do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
I was true to my word. This is the first time I have told anybody about it. I haven't even told my best friend. That was my first spanking a little more than half way through my freshman year. I am going into my senior year in the Fall.
This is true. I know that there will be those comments like the others on here disputing it. You go right ahead and do that if you like.

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Replies:

Re: My Experience -- Randy, 08:02:14 07/02/08 Wed
- Re: My Experience -- Justine, 18:50:40 07/06/08 Sun
  - Re: My Experience -- Randy, 20:25:25 07/10/08 Thu