A Spanking Story

When I was about fourteen I was infatuated with a Latino girl a little older than I was who was with her younger sister (about my age) and some other friends in the girls' basement. There were about seven of us and we spent a great deal of time playing spin the bottle and other childish games which satisfied some of our hormone-induced angst.

It was a pretty warm summer night in the early 1970s (making me feel old now) and the room was heavy with the sweet scent of perspiration. It seemed all of a sudden that everyone left except for me, leaving me alone with this hot girl and her sister (their names were Wendy and Sandy and although they were both relatively hot-looking to me, I was in LOVE with Wendy). They were both dressed in their provocative styles which usually caused adults seeing us walking down the street to mutter prudish judgments under their breaths - both had on hot pants (the craze back then) and platform shoes - Wendy, despite the heat, had pantyhose on and Sandy had fishnets. Both girls also spent a great deal of time on their nails and make up (I later found out they did this with the help of their equally hot-looking mom) and were quite uninhibited in their styles and appearance. Though the heat and grinding of that day gave them an additionally seedy but sexy look that was driving me absolutely nuts!

After finishing the remnants of an ounce of weed and a couple of six-packs of beer, the girls were obviously feeling kind of loose as I was (despite the fact that I was a nervous as a hooker in a cathedral when Wendy gave me any kind of attention). I was already practically dripping in my pants from the tongue-kissing during the past hour that these two Latin beauties had treated us to during our spin-the-bottle game. I mean, when they kissed, they KISSED - kinda felt like they were sucking your face off - and in retrospect, I wonder where the hell they learned to do that at such an early age? Maybe they started when they were two years old?

Anyhow, I was probably looking flushed as Wendy informed her sister I was looking "hot" - I thought she meant "attractive" but Sandy came over and touched my head as if to gauge my body temperature. Sandy agreed and said, "Yeah, he looks like he might be sick or have a fever or something."

Wendy then came over and also touched my head but was eyeing me up and down as she said, "Yeah, you are hot, Monty. Maybe you're sick or something. You feel all right? 'Cause if you're sick, we might catch something from you."

I started to laugh nervously and told them that I was fine but Wendy's simple touch on my forehead combined with my already racing heart had me blushing and stammering. As if I didn't even respond, Wendy turned to Sandy and told her to go fetch a thermometer in her mother's bedroom and turned to me and said they were going to check my temperature. Sandy left the room right away and Wendy grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards a large sofa. I told her I was feeling fine and she just shushed me, "Shh, it's OK, we'll make sure you're all right." She sat with me on the couch and crossed her beautiful legs which I couldn't keep my eyes off of - I guess it was easier to steal glances at them when we were amongst more people but alone with her, she just KNEW I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

As Sandy returned shaking down a thermometer and approaching us, she looked at Wendy with a smile and said, "Here we go!" Wendy said, "OK Monty, we have to make sure you're OK. Stand up a second." I didn't really understand but Sandy grabbed me by one arm and helped me up as Wendy started undoing my belt buckle. I instinctively grabbed at her hands but Wendy grabbed both of them in hers and said sternly, "Hey! Don't fight it because we're just trying to help you! Now you can let us check your temperature the easy way or the hard way! Which is it?"

I said, "What ??" and started to stutter when I realized what she wanted to do.

"What part didn't you understand? It's simple. We can stick this thermometer in your little white butt, or your little red butt - after we're done spanking you! Now what will it be?"

When I didn't answer (probably out of stunned amazement), Wendy said sternly, "Now just be still!!!"

In what seemed like one smooth motion Wendy unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled my pants down as I reflexively started to grab them. "OK Sandy, he doesn't understand, let's show him that we're serious."

But Sandy was actually giggling as she put down the thermometer and helped push me over Wendy's lap as I fell awkwardly with my face hitting the cushion and my legs flying up with my pants around my ankles. I was quite surprised but not totally protesting anymore as I felt my brief-covered member riding across Wendy's thighs. I felt Sandy grabbing my legs and pushing them down while giggling and saying something I can't recall. Whether attempting to adjust, or squirming reflexively from embarrassment, I can't remember - all I remember was Wendy saying, "OK, you don't want to stay still, maybe we'll have to help you," grabbing my briefs and pulling them down to expose my ass cheeks.

I remember the cool feeling of air on my butt (as hot as it was in that basement) and Sandy's giggling as Wendy adjusted me to a better position on her beautiful thighs - the friction of her pantyhose on my penis was driving me wild as she shifted me into position - I guess she knew this as she readjusted me several times. "Maybe this will teach you to be still!" she said as she started to spank me with her hand.

I was actually both scared and thrilled in the role of a resistant child who was easily overpowered. I instantly became harder after every spank that was delivered to alternating cheeks in a slow and deliberate way (I KNEW by the style of her delivery that she was loving this also as after each forth or fifth spank she grabbed a handful of cheek and pressed her nails into my flesh making me yelp with more delight than pain). And the feel of her pantyhose-covered thighs continued to drive me wild as Sandy pulled my briefs down to my ankles!! Some squirming, probably more from excitement than resistance, resulted in five or six hard spanks as she told me to be still. I then felt my ankles being held by Sandy as she announced that she would have no further squirming from me.

But the spanking now began to increase in both frequency and intensity and the slaps were getting louder on my sweat-soaked cheeks (I vaguely remember worrying that someone else in the house or even outside nearby might hear it). Now it started to hurt.

After about twenty or thirty spanks to each cheek, I instinctively put my hand behind me to protect my butt from further assault which then resulted in her grabbing my wrist and pulling it behind my back with a threat that if I continued she would tie me up. Another round of spanks assaulted my ass until it felt like it was on fire! Then she suddenly stopped. Keeping my hand pinioned behind my back, she instructed Sandy to fetch the thermometer and Vaseline. As turned on as I was, I started to protest, not knowing whether or not I wanted anything actually up my ass but Wendy informed me that if I continued to protest she would tie my hands behind my back and also gag me if I didn't stop whining! I felt so helpless across her lap as I noticed Sandy kneeling opposite her sister, so she was positioned right over my ass, and then felt her lovely hands spread my butt cheeks, lubricating my butthole with Vaseline (and with Wendy's approval). I squirmed a little as I felt the tickle of her finger and fingernails deliberately and slowly circling my asshole. This brought a couple of sharp slaps to the backs of my upper thighs from Wendy who reminded me sternly to be still.

Wendy told Sandy to hold my cheeks open as I felt the cold glass touch my hole. The glass rod was slowly inserted as Wendy drove it toward its destination. Of course, she had to "adjust" the thermometer several times because I was squirming, which brought a promise of a spanking when she was done taking my temperature. Sandy, sensing my excitement, cruelly but playfully giggled and ran her fingernails along my balls which caused my to squirm some more. Finally, the friction of Wendy's stocking-covered thighs, with Sandy's ticking, and the thermometer being readjusted and sliding against my sphincter, caused my already overexcited dick to explode all over Wendy's thighs and the sofa. Lo and behold, I did have a temperature (probably overheated in more ways than one!!!!).

And as promised, a severe spanking followed. My cheeks felt more sensitive after I blew up all over her lap and Wendy made certain that I took an extensive pounding by her hand, followed by a paddle (wonder if the neighbors heard that!!!), while Sandy held me down. I was truly crying by the end of that one but Wendy had no mercy, effectively gagging me a pair of stockings she had Sandy fetch from her mother's dresser (I was in awe as all of the equipment she and Sandy used made it seem like this was a regular activity for them). She then finished off my spanking with a hairbrush!!! OUCH!!! (it still stings and tingles as I write this and the very memory of it excites me!!!).

Touching and rubbing my wounded cheeks, after I was exhausted (I remember hearing her breathing become slightly labored also), Wendy had Sandy go get some cream which they both took extra time in rubbing all over my red hot ass until I became aroused again.

However, before I had enough time to come again while rubbing over her beautiful lap, Wendy and Sandy made me get up and kneel in front of the sofa which they both now sat upon. They informed me that I was to be one of their slaves (a fairly new and actually scary concept at the time) and that I should begin worshipping them now my kissing and licking their legs and feet.
 
 

But of course, that's another story