Spanking Story - Cheerleader Spanked
I was a member of our football’s cheerleading squad and
proudly wore the short, pleated purple and gold shirt. I was
well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm
breasts to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s
preceding a football game.
I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones
were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday
mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would
create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater.
Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could
discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play
with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot
orgasism. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that
when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could
excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to
impress would get an eyeful.
One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school,
I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with
my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our
rival’s school but. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to
become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I
was caught in the act.
Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into
my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and
tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our
assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey.
Mr. Humphrey was a 6? tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All
of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no
exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was
speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately.
When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to
close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told
me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out
the area where our rival’s school bus was parked. I was caught in the
act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position
on the cheerleading squad.
The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents
find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Tears
began to roll down my cheeks and I wept and started to plead with Mr.
Humphrey to reconsider his decision. He stood firm on his decision as
he held his chin in his hand as he listened to my continued pleas. He
know
how much the squad meant to me. I said that I would acquiesce to any
other form of punishment other than having to give up my position on
the squad.
He than suggested that 10 firm swats with the dreaded paddle that was
bored with holes would be considered to be sufficient punishment as
long as I would promise never to participate in such dealings again and
did not tell my parents about this form of punishment. I naturally made
the promises and was happy to receive my spanking.
He bent me over his leather chair and I grasped the edge of the seat as
my ass was raised high in the air. He gave me one large *SWAT*. He then
said, “Christy, I want you to take your punishment like a big girl -
pull down your panties.”
At first I was shocked, then my face and body flushed with heat for the
idea of my exposing myself was a long-held fantasy for me.
I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down all the way to
my ankles. The heat in my body rose to a fever pitch and I smiled
gleefully at my handsome, Mr Humphrey. He must have noticed my
excitement because he snapped at me to resume my position and ready
myself for the rest of my punishment.
I leaned over the back of the chair again, raised my hot pink cheeks
and exposed pussy high in the air and grabbed hold of the edge of the
seat. Between my soft young thighs, I could feel my newly furry
sprouted thatch of hair that barely covered my pink pussy rub up
against the leather chair as I braced myself for the next round of
spanking.
Mr Humphrey’s drew back even further this time and the paddle land
heavily on my bear bum with a loud *SMACK*.
With each repeated round, the strength of his stroke felt more and more
intense and I could feel the sting on my reddened hot ass as tears
began to stream down my cheeks.
I heard him draw back again and instinctively reached around to grasp
the paddle to stop it’s approach but discovered that instead of the
paddle, I had grasped hold of a large pulsating bulge within the
recesses of his wool pants. We were both FROZEN in position. My twat
began to pulsate in the same rhythmic speed that I felt form his cock
in my hand. Dampness formed between my legs and moistened what pubic
hair I had while the rest of my wetness slowly trickled down the side
of my leg. I was ready and willing to receive the slap of *HIS* rod so
I unzipped his pants and released his massive pulsating chock. I
directed it towards me and I stretched my pink bottom backward to
approach his “bulls eye” target. I then put my other hand between my
legs and reached back for his throbbing cock and pulled it between my
hot thighs to brush is of my clit. I ran his head between my legs again
to further lubricate his hot cock and excite my already ready clit.
I opened my hand and massaged his cock against the face of my dripping
wet cunt. I turned my head around and looked up to Mr. Humphrey with my
big blue eyes and said “Slap me with you pole and I’ll *promise* to be
good.”
I leaned over the chair again and spread my legs apart to create an
opening for his approaching body. I directed his throbbing head to my
tight but wet cunt. He firmly grabbed hold of both my hip and slowly
teased me with the top of his head. I wanted to drive him deeper but he
said I would have to hold still and wait, and should just hold onto the
sides of the chair, bend over and not let a sound out of my mouth.
I obediently leaned further forward and braced myself for what was to
come. He drove himself deeper and deeper inside me. At first his rhythm
was slow, but his pace quickened with every approach until he began
slapping me with his dick almost as hard as he had with his paddle. The
noise of his cock and body slamming against mine was as loud as the
paddle and his balls would jump up in front of my pussy which excited
me evermore.
The continuing thrust of his body increased to a fever pitch at which
point he drove it harder and deeper within me and I did all I could to
hold back my screams and joy……I was COMING and I felt the rush of his
liquids explode within me as he continued to thrash his body forward
until he slowed to final stop. I had by then collapsed limp over the
leather chair and after I caught my breath, he gave me some Kleenex,
told me to wipe away my “tears”, put on my panties and go back to class.
I’ll never forget his last words, “Let this be a lesson to you,
Christy, the next time you ever get into trouble again, you will find
yourself in this office again and I’ll have no choice but to make you
turn in your uniform right there and then”.
This story had a very happy ending for me: I stayed on the squad, and
today, I am happy to say that the lessons I learned that day were
invaluable and will forever be cherished.
