{ASSTR 14} John, Annie and Sally: The Eternal Triangle {Big
Billie} (F/fm spank, nc, F/m sex, c)
John, Annie and Sally: The Eternal Triangle

By Big Billie
© Big Billie 2003. Not to be distributed or sold for monetary
gain. Author's Statement: Big Billie is opposed to spanking and
circumcision except for consenting adults. However, spanking and
circumcision sexually excite him, so he writes about them.



My name is Sally Henderson, neé Trubshawe. From the early 1960s
until the 1990s I was a teacher. For most of that time I taught
gymnastics and geography at a small, select, girls boarding
school in the southern counties of England. Soon after I took up
my job there the headmistress, Miss Pargeter, appointed me the
Dean of Discipline, and, when Miss Pargeter retired, I myself
became the headmistress.

You may, dear reader, recall some or all of this from my earlier
reminiscences. You may also remember that, until I met my
policeman husband, Dave, I was very sexually frustrated. As Dean
of Discipline I found slippering young ladies' bottoms a sexual
turn-on, and, for a while, I enjoyed a delicious, but highly
illicit, sexual relationship with a young lady called Margaret
Bushnell (see ASSTR 03). But, as I have explained before, I was
an unfaithful votaress of the sorority of Sappho, and I craved
the sexual attentions of young men. This, of course, posed
problems, since I was ensconced within the secure walls of an
all-female academy. Therefore, every chance for relations with
the opposite sex had to be swiftly and efficiently grasped; at
the time the opportunity that I will now describe was far too
good to miss, even though it has since brought me much emotional
grief.

It was a late afternoon in January a few days after the start of
the Spring Term. The day was bright and mild, with a light,
pleasant, southerly wind that brought scurrying clouds and sunny
intervals. By now the sun was setting, and it threw deep golden
rays, almost horizontally, across the landscape.

Now the tennis courts are on the far side of the playing fields,
at a considerable distance from the school. A separate hut
therefore services them, and it contains not only changing rooms
for the players, but also a large room that we use as storage
space. I had gone to the tennis hut to retrieve something from
this storeroom. I did not anticipate meeting anyone, since tennis
was not in season, and the courts were not used, during the early
months of the year. But this time I got a shock. The lock on the
door was hanging on its clasp, open.

I immediately diagnosed mischief and decided to investigate. I
opened the door as quickly and as quietly as I could, strode
boldly into the hut and instituted a swift search before any
malefactors would know what had hit them. I found the culprits in
the storeroom. One of them was a 14-year-old girl from the Third
Year called Annie Kemp. In the sunlight that streamed through the
window I could see that she was completely naked, and that a
young man in a similar condition accompanied her. The couple had
made a bed out of some padded gym mats from the store, and they
were lying on this, clasped in a passionate embrace. What held me
entranced and spellbound, however, was the sight of the young
man's cock. It was stiff and rock hard, with the skin pulled so
tightly down the shaft that it glistened in the rays of the
setting sun.

Unfortunately, however, it did not stay long in this condition.
The young man was jolted out of his sexual pleasure by my
appearance at the door, and soon his cock was hanging, engorged
but flaccid, against his thigh.

Well, dear reader, spanking has been an important part of my
life, and in those days I always tried to carry my slipper with
me in case it was needed for the execution of summary acts of
retributive justice. Luckily for me, and unluckily for the two
lovebirds, I had it to hand on this occasion, in a duffle bag
that hung from my shoulder. So, wow, I thought. If I play my
cards right here, this could get very interesting.

I started off by making the culprits stand, stark naked, in front
of me. I then softened them up with a verbal roasting. I had seen
Annie's paramour before, but I could not put a name to his face.
He now told me, however, that he was called John Hankinson. He
was 18 years old and attended a nearby male boarding school as a
dayboy. The couple had met during a recent joint Shakespearian
production between the two schools, and they had been smitten
with each other. As I delivered GBH (grievous bodily harm) of the
ear- hole to the two malefactors I seized the opportunity to eye
up this naked, nubile male. He was thin, and, despite his tender
years, very tall. I would say that he must have been at least 6
feet 2 inches, and he towered above Annie. The hair on his head
was very fair, but around his cock it was a little darker. John
had pale skin, but a complexion that was naturally ruddy. Now
that he had been apprehended, he blushed a deep and very fetching
colour, somewhere between scarlet and claret, from his chin to
his eyes. John was quiet, unassuming and well spoken. He was also
very nice, very pleasant, and very chivalrous towards Annie. All
in all he was a fine and excellent young man, and I immediately
lusted after him. Why, I thought to myself, should some scrawny
little Third Year enjoy the pleasures of his favour while I was
lying on my bed at night, frustrated and alone?

In his attempts to get Annie off the hook, John was a perfect
gentleman. He freely confessed that it was all his idea, and his
entire fault. It was he who had picked the lock to gain entrance,
and he had persuaded Annie to go along with him. He loved Annie,
and he just wanted to spend some time with her in private. But
then they had both got carried away. It was, he added, as well
that they had been interrupted or he might have done something
that he would have regretted. "Yes, that's right, miss," chipped
in Annie. "Nothing happened. I mean, John didn't do anything, did
you, darling?"

Well, I thought to myself, that was a relief. I also had
considerable sympathy for John and Annie. If I had been John I
would have done exactly the same thing. There would have been
exactly the same developments, and I would have been caught 'in
flagrante delicto' in exactly the same way. I was therefore very
tempted, as I have been on a number of similar occasions, to
exercise discretion and to let the culprits go. But no! Hang on,
I thought! That could never be. Here I was, a deeply frustrated
female who loved spanking and sex. How could I avoid exploiting
the possibilities of this situation, and of a handsome,
completely naked young man, at the height of his sexual potency?
I had to go for it, I concluded; and go for it I did, even
though, in the end, my actions brought me grief.

First I introduced the subject of corporal punishment. How, I
asked John, was his headmaster going to react to news of his
escapade? "It will be six of the best for you, young man," I
extemporised. "With a cane. Have you ever been caned?" "No
ma'am." "Well I assure you that it will hurt like hell. You will
be left with 6 deep livid, red and black bruised ridges cut into
the fleshy meat of your backside that will take the best part of
a week to 10 days to go away. Do you really want that?" "No,
ma'am." "No. I bet you don't. And, in addition, you will almost
certainly be expelled." I paused for dramatic effect. "Then," I
added, "There will be the police and the criminal charges."
"Criminal charges, ma'am?" John asked in dismay. "Oh yes!" I
replied blithely. "You don't think that you can walk away from
something like this with a mere caning and an expulsion, do you?
The legal age for sex in England is 16. How old is Annie?" John
blushed still more, and looked at the floor, discomfited. "Well,"
I urged. "Go on. Tell me." "She's 14, ma'am." "Quite. And how old
are you?" "Eighteen, ma'am." "And you attempted intercourse with
a 14-year-old girl?" "No, ma'am," replied John, and by now he was
really frightened. "It wasn't like that." "So you say," I
answered, but the police and the courts will look at the
evidence. Good Lord, young man! You were caught red-handed, lying
on a bed with a completely naked young lady. Don't tell me you
were about to play tiddlywinks." At this point Annie, in a state
of great agitation, made an emotional outburst. She gazed into my
eyes and pleaded with me. "Please, miss," she cried. "Don't do
that. Do anything but that. Do what you like to me, but don't
punish John. I fancied him and I led him on. He doesn't deserve
what you are threatening him with. Please! I love him. Don't have
him caned and expelled, and don't turn him into a criminal."

Yes, I thought to myself. I like these two young people. They are
good, decent eggs. They care deeply about each other. They are
each trying to make it right for the other by taking the rap
themselves; and the blame for this affecting scenario should
rightly fall, not on these two young lovers, but on the school,
which had arranged the joint Shakespearian production in the
first place, and which had allowed kind occasion to prompt their
warm desires. These young lovers, at a vulnerable time of their
lives, had acted opposite each other as the leads in 'Romeo and
Juliet,' one of the Bard's great tragedies, courtly and romantic.
Could there be a more fertile ground for young love to blossom
than in the passion and intensity of this moving drama? Even now
our lovers were acting as Shakespearians, with dignity, nobility
and altruism, despite the embarrassingly undignified situation in
which they had been caught. All of these factors, I concluded,
indicated that I should not be too harsh with our young
thespians. But that did not mean that I should not spank them,
and that I should not have myself a bit of fun!

"You say that, Annie," I replied. "And I accept that, despite
your tender years, you are a fetching piece of Eve's flesh. But
succumbing to the temptations of jailbait, however alluring, is
not a defence that is acceptable to the courts." And so our
interesting and stimulating discussions continued.

Eventually, having milked the situation for all it was worth, and
for as long as I could, I told the two lovers what I intended to
do with them. I wanted, I said, to avoid a scandal that would
damage the reputations of the two schools, and that would put
future joint dramatic productions in jeopardy. I would therefore
try to cover things up provided that the two culprits were
prepared to let me deal with them. I admitted to John and Annie
that I had some sympathy for their plight. They were healthy
young people. It was natural that they should both be interested
in the opposite sex. It was not good for them to live in single
sex institutions, and I could understand them going ape when they
met each other. Annie might be only 14, but she did look older.
Most important of all, I was prepared to accept their assurances
that intercourse had not occurred. I was therefore going to be
lenient with them. They would each be let off with a
bare-bottomed spanking. Annie would take the standard dose for a
Third Year girl, namely 8 slaps, and John would take the usual
rap for an older pupil, namely 12 slaps.

I then took a piece of chalk from my bag and drew two crosses on
the floor. The first cross was about 10 yards from the window and
directly opposite to it. The second cross was about 4 or 5 yards
closer to the window, and to the right of the first one. I then
got Annie to stand on the second cross with her bottom towards
the window, and John on the first cross facing the same way.
"Now," I said. "Touch your toes, please, keeping your legs
straight." My victims meekly and obediently complied with these
instructions, and I took a few seconds to survey the sexy and
kinky scenario that I had succeeded in setting up. The setting
sun was shining through the window and illuminating the culprits'
two bare bottoms.

Annie was a dark, slim, svelte girl, tall for her age. She had
pert, firm, nubile breasts and a trim but curvaceous figure. Her
bottom was deceptively meaty and, beneath and between its two
cheeks, I noticed with satisfaction that, despite her
youthfulness, a thick tousle of curly, crinkly black fanny hairs
was already sprouting from and around her labial lips. As Annie
bent over and stretched forward, the muscles and tendons in her
legs and thighs were pulled tight and taut. This emphasised the
shapeliness of her calves beautifully. Then, at the tops of her
two inside thighs, where they became lost in the downwardly
sprouting public hair of the vulva, there were two dimpling
concave hollows, as if designed to allow a little more space for
a big, round, cylindrical cock to ease its way into her unshaven
haven. And what a stunning and alluring target there was between
those two thigh hollows for a stiff male cock to aim at! Annie's
legs were pushed together and her outer labia pouted slightly
open to reveal a thin vertical line of serrated coral pink inner
pussy skin. The serrations were delicate and tight, like the join
line between the two half shells of an unopened oyster. Wow! How
that excited my Sapphic proclivities! How I lusted to give those
two pink lips of love a long, slow, wet, passionate French kiss!
Oh, yes! Annie clearly still had some growing up to do, but, I
concluded, there was already more than enough there to keep a
healthy young male like John over-excited for the duration. Wow!
I thought to myself. I bet John would just love to spear Annie's
bearded clam; and the thought excited me, but also made me very,
very jealous.

Then I turned my gaze onto Annie's young admirer. He was standing
with his legs just slightly apart, and, illuminated by the late
afternoon sunshine, I could clearly see, between his legs, his
bollocks hanging in their hairy scrotal bag. As for John's bottom
it was firm and tight, just the shape that a young man's bottom
should be. In general, John was not a particularly hirsute
person, but his long, thin, muscular legs were adorned with short
fair hairs. Finally, I noted that John had fallen for the bait
that I had dangled before him. Indeed, what healthy young man
would not? As he bent over he was arching his neck and looking
upwards, forwards and to the left, gazing intently at his
girlfriend's legs, bum and hairy vulva.

I took my slipper in my hand and stood in position to chastise
Annie. First, however, I decided to give her a few tail flicks to
keep her on her toes. I flicked my wrist and slapped my trusty
slipper across the back of Annie's hairy twat. Smack! The slap
was not very hard, but, even so, within a few seconds it had left
a sexy pink mark on Annie's undercarriage, just above her thighs,
to match the thin coral pink line of her pouting pussy lips.
"Come on, girl," I said sharply. "Bend over further. You know
that is not good enough." And so on. Even though Annie was doing
her best to present her rump to me as instructed I still dished
out 4 of these preparatory pre-spanking tail flicks, all of them
across the back of the fanny meat just above the thighs, and each
one slightly harder than the one before it. In an attempt to stop
this arbitrary extra chastisement Annie sweated, strained and
grunted to bend over as far as she possibly could, pushing her
fingers up to and past her toes. After the fourth slap she
protested. "Please, miss," she pleaded helplessly. "I'm doing my
best. I really am." Now this was what victims of my pre-spanking
tail flicks often said, and I gave Annie one of my standard
replies. Whack!! Four second pause. Whack!!! I delivered another
two sharp flicks, slightly harder than the previous 4, and with
number 6 just marginally harder than number 5. "Well your best is
just not good enough, Annie," I explained testily. "When I catch
you bending I expect you to co-operate; if you do not I will make
you very, very sorry for yourself." Poor Annie! She grunted and
winced at the flicks as she kept trying her very best to obey my
orders.

Next I moved across to John. Smack! "Come {on, young man. Legs
straight and touch your toes." Poor John! He was nowhere near as
supple as Annie, and his legs were very long. Despite his grunts
and groans he was still several inches short of complying with my
injunction. Smack!!  Four second wait. Smack!!! "Please ma'am,"
pleaded the victim helplessly. "I just can't do it. I've never
been able to touch my toes." Smack!!! "Well now is the time to
learn. Come on! Stretch!" And I placed my hand on the back of
John's neck and gently pressed it towards the floor. Then,
unfortunately for John, he made a mistake. Crack!!! Four second
wait. Crack!!! Four second wait. Crack!!! I administered a
further 3 gratuitous flicks to John's bare bum, and I flicked it
pretty hard too! "Right, young man, now you have really annoyed
me. You have touched your toes but you have bent your legs. What
did I tell you?" "Please ma'am, I just can't do it. I'm sorry."
So OK, I thought, I'll buy that. Let's stop arsing about and get
on with the spanking proper.

"Right," I said to our two lovebirds. "Ladies first. You will
take your first slap, Annie, and then John will take his. Then
you will take your second, and so on. When you have taken your 8,
stay in position and keep touching your toes. And you do the
same, John, after you have taken your 12. Is that clear?" "Yes,
miss," said Annie. "Yes ma'am," added John.

I then took up my stand again to the left of Annie's bare bum,
with my slipper gripped firmly in my right hand. I stared long
and hard at the thick clump of wiry black hair that sprouted
indelicately and invitingly from Annie's pudenda. Now my younger
readers may be surprised at the frequency of the references, in
my memoirs, to hirsute fannies, and to hairy armpits. You may
recall that in one of my narratives a cheeky girl tried to appear
less nubile than she really was by shaving the hairs from off her
underarms and cunt meat. Well, today it would be interesting to
know how many young ladies have what the British Navy would refer
to as "a full set" of armpit and pubic hairs. There are not many,
I bet. These days, upon their crotches, many ladies sport the "LA
cut," the "Brazilian cut," or any one of a number of other
tonsorial styles to ensure that their fanny hair does not cause
them embarrassment by sprouting from the gussets of their high
cut bikini bottoms and similar. The same is true of armpit hair,
which these days is usually cut off rather than left to hang free
when ladies are wearing revealing tops. But in the 1960s things
were different, with both fanny and armpit hair, and, as my
husband Dave says on this one, "Long live the 1960s!" In those
days, so distant to many of you but so familiar to my generation,
it was the exception rather than the rule for a girl to pay
overmuch attention either to her underarms or to her "bikini
line." Certainly, Annie had ignored both her armpits and her
hairy crotch. I could see, as she bent over, that her labial lips
were completely unrazored. For a girl of her age, she had a
magnificent tousle of thick, wiry black fanny curls sprouting
saucily and jauntily from between and above the meaty
undercarriage of her curvaceous bottom, the jet black hair
setting off and highlighting the delicate pink pouting pussy
lips.

For a few seconds I gawped helplessly at Annie's fanny, at her
shapely buttocks and hairy crotch. Oh, wow, but she was sexy! I
sometimes ask my husband, Dave, which view of a young lady turns
him on the most. Dave says that there are 2 serious runners. The
first is naked full frontal, or the "eyes and thighs" interactive
view as Dave calls it. This is a democratic, egalitarian,
politically correct view, in which the young lady can hold her
admirer's attention with powerful eye contact, smiles and come
hither expressions. The young man's eyes, however, against his
will, begin to wander, and sooner or later he breaks off eye
contact to ogle, leer and gawp at his paramour's nubile boobies,
trim waist and belly button, meaty thighs and, in particular,
hairy vulva and love slot. Then, embarrassed at his crude display
of animal lust, he will gaze back full into his lover's eyes,
sheepishly and slightly ashamed, and his partner will give him a
tolerant and knowing smile that tells him, "Yes, I know. You men
are all the same." There is no more romantic pose in which to
catch a young lady, claims Dave, romantic but with more than a
hint of sauciness.

However, Dave adds that if you want, not romance, but sheer
animal lust, the sexiest view of a young lady is from the rear,
while she is bending over. This is the authoritarian,
undemocratic, non-female participative, non-interactive, male
chauvinist, view, but it presents the lady's rump, hairy fanny,
labial lips and cunt slot perfectly for meticulous male
inspection. There is no eye contact, and the young lady cannot
easily participate in the proceedings. It is the man who is
calling the shots, and he it is who decides whether to enter her
or not. Then, if he does, all that she can do is to brace herself
and take it. It may not be a politically correct posture for the
lady, adds Dave, but, for him, it stirs the loins and stiffens
the cock more than any other.

Well, this was the aspect that Annie presented now, to me and to
her lover, John. As he gazed forward to the right, and strained
his neck to get a good view, I could see, as I stood at his side,
that his cock was stiff and straight, pushing into his tummy as
he bent forwards; and oh my, dear reader, did this annoy me! I
was riled that Annie's vulva was so youthful, tight, nubile and
sexy. In contrast (or so it seemed to me at the time) my own twat
was ageing, used, second-hand, loose and stretched. Why, I
thought, should this scrawny slip of a girl distil so much
sexiness, and have so much sexual power over this young man?
Despite her tender years, all she had to do was to bend over and
show him the goods, and he was gagging for it. It was so
effortless, almost arrogant, in its hegemonic force, and it made
me very, very jealous, and very, very mad! Right, madam, I
thought to myself, how dare you be sexier than I am! I will make
you pay for that. I will punish you at the point of pulchritude.
I will make your fanny meat tingle! I will wring, sting, and
redden your naked cunt flesh right across the back of that tight,
stunning little box of yours!

Of course, all of this was blatantly unfair on poor Annie. It was
not her fault that God had fashioned her so wondrously. But, even
so, it would be very demeaning for such a wonder of nature to get
spanked like a naughty juvenile, and this would do her no harm.
After all, we did not want her to get too conceited about her
womanly charms and her power over young men! The only problem, of
course, from my point of view, was that the harder I chastised
Annie, and the redder I made her bottom, the more it was likely
to turn John on to her! Hey ho! In this world there are times
when you just cannot win!

But, again, dear reader, I fear that I am relapsing into
long-windedness. Let me return to how I spanked our two lovebirds
on that bright, sunny, winter's afternoon. First I pushed my
trusty spanking slipper into the bare meat of Annie's fanny, just
above the tops of her thighs where her bum flesh was plump and
succulent, as I took careful aim. Next I raised the slipper high
in the air and exulted in my triumph. Then round came my arm in a
sharp, swift movement. CRACK!!! Oh, wow! That was more than me
having myself a bit of fun! That was a really mean and spiteful
one! As I have said, I was jealous that Annie should have this
handsome and sexy young hunk for her use and enjoyment, and I
made her tingle for it. The slap rang out like an exploding
firecracker as my pump bit into the soft, plump meat across the
back of Annie's twat. Her bum flesh shuddered and her black fanny
hairs flew. "Ngh!" The victim let out an urgent grunt at the
sharp initial sting of the pump across her bare bum. Then, over
the next few seconds, as her bum began to tingle, Annie started
to cry out, in great urgency, as if she were in the throes of an
orgasm. "Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!"

Meanwhile I smiled in grim satisfaction to see the wicked red
outline of my slipper, stamped into Annie's fanny meat right
across the back of her hairy twat. It was as if my pump was a hot
iron, and she had just been branded with it across her naked
arse. "Take that," I thought. "You precocious young madam! So you
are the girl are you? You're ready to take a cock up your twat
are you? You're the sophisticated lady, old enough for the jousts
of Venus? You're the 'femme fatale' with airs and graces, leading
young men astray? I think not, my bonnie bird! You're an immature
14-year-old girl, and you need to be humbled and slapped back
into line. There will be no stiff cock slapped between your naked
buttocks! Instead, you will get a slipper slapped across them,
and slapped across them hard!" Poor Annie! She was not only
taking the punishment she deserved, she was also paying a saucy
surcharge inflicted by a spiteful, envious and vindictive old
hag!

I spent a long time admiring my handiwork to Annie's bare bum.
Then I stepped backwards and to the left and positioned myself to
commence John's chastisement. First I gazed with interest at his
unclothed rump and nether regions. From behind I could see hairs
around his crotch.  Then, in addition, and unlike Annie, he also
had a thin sprinkling of downy hairs on his legs and bottom. In
proportion to the rest of his body, John's rump was smaller,
trimmer and neater than Annie's, or, to put it another way, less
voluptuous. But it was perfectly formed and very inviting. Then,
hanging free below and between John's buttocks, I noticed his
hairy scrotum encasing his balls and temporarily hiding his cock
from my excited gaze. However, despite the erotic possibilities
of the situation, John had caught me at a disadvantage. I had
never slippered a young man's bare bottom before, and I did not
know how best to proceed.

Now I should stress at this point that I have always been a very
thoughtful disciplinarian. During our teacher training we were
told to think constantly about what we did in the classroom, and
to always try to do it better. Throughout my career I have done
my best to live up to this principle. I have kept up-to-date with
my classroom subject, Geography, right from the 1960s onwards,
from the first mention of earth sciences, tectonic plates and so
on in the official syllabus. I have also tried to use up- to-date
teaching methods and to employ all the latest ideas and
technologies.

I have always reflected upon disciplinary topics, too, especially
the principles and practice of smacking bottoms. The psychology
of spanking fascinates me. It always has done ever since, all
those years ago in the West Indies, I first landed the flat sole
of a large gentlemen's gym slipper slap across the naked, nubile
buttocks of a beautiful teenaged lady. (See ASSTR 02.) How many
times, I have often asked myself, and how hard, should a young
lady's bottom be smacked? Well, in my view, and as I explain more
fully elsewhere, the bigger the bum, and the hairier its
undercarriage, the sharper it should catch it. But there are a
number of other factors to take into account. If the victim has
riled me, for example by taking the piss or by being caught
smoking, I make her feel my displeasure. If she tries to appear
nonchalant about her punishment, if she does not grunt or wince
in an appropriate fashion while it is inflicted, and if she does
not pay me the courtesy of acknowledging my skill by ruefully
rubbing her bottom afterwards, she catches it harder next time.
To help me to fine tune my discipline, I observe my victims, and
my audience, very carefully before, during and after the
chastisements that I dish out. Girls are usually slippered at the
end of gym classes. Afterwards, I always, whenever I get the
chance, eye up the red marks that I have inflicted while the
victims are in the communal showers. Some girls I do not slap as
hard as others. For example, high spirits and harmless horseplay
I can tolerate better than laziness and lack of effort. If a girl
is an occasional, as opposed to a frequent, offender, or if she
is fearful of the pump, or shows signs of distress after she has
taken it, I usually try to go easy on her. Since my marriage to
Dave I have talked over these issues with him, with a view to
improving my disciplinary practices. I could write at great
length on this subject, and I may do, perhaps, later in these
reminiscences. What I did not realise at first, however, is that
some girls enjoy being spanked. I remember, over the years, a
number of young ladies, often among the brightest, most hard
working and most pleasant in the school, who always seemed to be
getting into hot water. It was some time before I realised that
these ladies liked to take the slipper just as much as I liked to
dish it out. In the modern parlance, I suppose, I am a "top," and
it took me some time to work out that there were people who
enjoyed being "bottoms." When I caught on, however, I was
intrigued and delighted at my discovery, and from then on I tried
as hard as I could to identify all "bottoms" and to give them
slightly more satisfaction than they wanted!

Anyway, I have spent too long on this, and I must move on. I
mention it now because for someone who took spanking as seriously
as me it was disconcerting to be faced with a completely new and
unknown challenge in the shape of a nubile, naked, male bottom.
Anyway, despite my ignorance and lack of experience, I decided to
give it my best shot. I pushed my slipper into John's firm, taut
bum flesh to get my bearings. Then I raised the slipper into the
air. Next, as with Annie a few seconds before, I got mad. How
dare this young man fancy a scrawny 14-year-old nymphette rather
than me! Here I was, a mature, sophisticated and experienced
lady, ready, willing and able for Aphroditic antics. Yet the
young man who bent naked before me had had the effrontery to
dally with a mere slip of a girl, a gauche, callow virgin half my
age! For that, I resolved, he must be made to sting! I let the
anger and outrage well up inside me, and then, just as it reached
its peak, I let John have it, and I let him have it very hard,
straight across the naked bum flesh of both bare buttocks, just
above the tops of his thighs.  Swish! Crack!!!

At first John took his slap manfully, and in complete silence. I
listened carefully, but I could detect no sign of a grunt or a
cry; but his buttock meat shuddered invitingly, the blond, downy
hairs of his bum fluff were scattered by the breeze, and, at the
force of the blow, his bollocks swung gently backwards and then
forwards again in their hairy scrotal bag. I watched John's
undercarriage intently where I had just hit it. After about 4
seconds it flushed a fetching shade of deep pink. I knew that at
this point the sharp initial sting inflicted by my pump would be
supplemented by a sharp and urgent tingling, and I was interested
in how John would react to this. I was not to be disappointed.
John was taking his medicine bravely and stoically, but he was
not expecting this sizzling encore, and he found it impossible to
take it in silence. "Oh! Oh!! OH!!! Aaaaaaw!" he murmured
helplessly.

Gratified by John's reaction I stepped forward and to my right,
towards Annie. I addressed her undercarriage for a second time
with my trusty gym slipper. Then I raised the slipper high into
the air and brought it down and round again. For a second time it
slapped across the back of Annie's beleaguered twat meat with a
loud, high-pitched crack. Annie let out an urgent little scream
followed, a few seconds later, by a long, loud yell as she
reacted to the sharp, escalating tingling: "Ouch!
Aaaaiiiyeeee!!!" Meanwhile I had moved backwards and to the left
and was addressing John's rump again.

And so, dear reader, it went on, until my two victims had both
taken their stipulated penalty, Annie her 8 slaps and John his
12. I fully vented my spleen on them, {nd purged my outraged
pride. I smacked them both hard, right slap across their bare,
quivering, reddening buttocks. Neither victim was able to take
the punishment in silence, and, to my amusement and satisfaction,
they both uttered a series of interesting and diverting grunts
and cries. Then I made them put their hands on their heads,
straighten up, and stand to attention. In fact, John stood to
attention in more ways than one. From his vantage point to the
rear of his paramour he had an excellent view of her bare,
reddened, well-smacked bum, and it seemed to seriously excite
him. His cock was still rock hard and standing high and erect. I
kept the lovebirds in this position for 10 minutes, to let them
feel the full stinging and tingling effects of their
chastisement, and at the end of that time John's cock was just as
engorged as it had been to start with. Then, to hide John's
embarrassing tumescence from Annie, I ordered him to stand in the
corner of the room that lay behind him and to his left, with his
face to the wall. Next I told Annie to get dressed and get back
into school. At this instruction Annie took her hands off her
head and massaged her bum flesh, gingerly and ruefully, for about
30 seconds, with her fingers and opened palms. Then she pulled on
her clothing and her shoes and made off, giving John's bare,
reddened bum a long, lingering stare as she went.

Right, I thought to myself. That has got rid of her. Now comes
the really interesting bit. And I pondered on how I should play
out my part in this fleeting little scene, acted out on this bank
and shoal of time, in England's beautiful southern counties in
the mid-1960s. For in this little drama Annie was no longer my
pupil, and I was not her teacher. Our roles were for the moment
changed. Annie was my rival in love, and I was the scheming,
calculating other woman who intended to take her man off her and
get him for myself. Well, I thought, I do not seem to have made a
bad start. After all, how many ladies reading this now would not
like to smack the bare bottom of a romantic rival, hard, and then
contemptuously dismiss her!

On the other hand, I was torn. I knew that I was seriously
abusing my professional position. I lusted after John
passionately, and I knew I was about to try my hardest to seduce
him. Was this right? I asked myself, and the answer that my
conscience gave to me was No. Then I recalled how the lovebirds
had looked when I had first apprehended them, mutually entwined
in a naked embrace. They were so innocent, so beautiful and so
charming. Throughout all of the eons of recorded time until now
they had both been dead and unformed. Then they had spent their
early years growing to sexual puberty. Now that, at last, they
were nubile and sexually aware, who could blame them for taking
their chances? I called to mind the words of the Shakespearian
song:

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty; Youth's a stuff will not
endure.

What had they done that was bad? Was it wrong for young men to
court young ladies, and for young ladies to respond to their
advances? No, what was wrong was my plan to thwart their love,
and to impose my own selfish agenda upon their lives. But, dear
reader, what force have moral scruples when they are confronted
by urgent sexual desires? In the future, these matters were to
cause me great grief; but for the present I tried to exploit the
sexual opportunities that were dangled so invitingly before me.

My target was still standing in a corner, bare naked, with his
face to the wall. "John," I said, and I now sounded gentle and
considerate. "Yes, ma'am." "Come here, please." "Yes, ma'am."
Still with his hands on his head, John turned from his corner and
walked over to me. He stopped in front of me, looking very
embarrassed. I looked steadily into his eyes. "O.K.", I said
sympathetically. "You can take your hands off your head now."
"Thank you, ma'am," said John as he obeyed my instructions.
Meanwhile, we were both connecting to each other with powerful
eye contact. I smiled sweetly and took a step backwards. Then I
looked down at John's cock. Good. It was still stiff and rampant,
tugging upwards and standing almost vertical against his belly
button.

Then I took a risk. I extended my right hand horizontally from my
waist and, with my fingernail, gently scratched the underside of
John's cock, just below his glans. I was fearful that John would
recoil in shock and horror, but he did not. Instead his cock
leapt to my arousing touch, and he sucked in air with an audible
gasp. "Ooooh!" he breathed ecstatically. Then I grinned impishly.
"My, my, young man," I said. "You have been circumcised." And I
gave the underneath of his cock another tweaking scratch with my
nail, causing John to catch his breath yet again. Meanwhile, we
continued to engage each other with steady, almost obsessive, eye
contact. "Very tightly," I added pertly as I tweaked him for a
third time. "I like that." Meanwhile, John's cock, if anything,
went even stiffer. It was now as stiff as a cock can be without
exploding into orgasm. John continued to look very embarrassed,
but he kept up his relentless eye contact, as if I held him in a
spell.

So, O.K., I thought. It is now or never. I was afraid that if I
broke eye contact the moment would be lost, so I kept it up. At
the same time I tugged down my training bottoms and panties. Then
I took John's cock in my hands and pulled it towards my vulva. By
now I was hot and wet, and, wherever this ended, I knew that I
had to go on.

In fact, although I was fearful of resistance it never came. John
had been so excited by Annie's charms, and by the kinkiness of
their mutual punishment, that he was as hot as I was. I did not
need to complete the process of guiding his love truncheon to my
pussy slot. He suddenly embraced me with a tenderness that
shocked me, and kissed me, gently but passionately, on the lips.
Then, bending his knees to bring his cock to the height of my
crotch, he gently eased his stiffened shaft into me. Since I had
not led a particularly chaste life, my love channel presented no
problems of tightness or inadequacy, and John slipped into it
easily.

Meanwhile, I was shocked at how tender and gentle my young lover
was with me. I had rudely rattled his arse for him, and I was
expecting his lovemaking to be just as brusque: wham, bam, thank
you ma'am. But, oh no, dear reader, it was not. "Come on," I said
quietly. "Let's lie down." So we lay down together on the same
bed of padded gym mats where I had found John with Annie. Soon I
was as naked as John was, and we were engaged in long,
passionate, but also gentle, considerate and romantic, coitus.

Oh my, dear reader. That was so much better than what I had been
expecting, but it was to cause me pain. As I have intimated
elsewhere in these memoirs, if only there were such a thing as an
uncomplicated fuck. Spanking is usually a one-off. A nubile young
lady has been naughty. I smack her bottom for her, which I
thoroughly enjoy, and then it is over. If she is big and
succulent (or even if she is not) I hope to catch her bending
again; but, if it does not happen, well, there are plenty more
fish in the sea. But romantic relationships, and sexual coitus,
are not like that, at least not for me, and they never have been.
As I lay down with John on those gym mats I was beset by guilt
and I was thinking in terms of a sharp exit from the situation. I
wanted a single, brief, hot, passionate act of coitus, after
which I would tenderly kiss him, thank him, hand him back to
Annie, and get on with my life. And I thought that was what would
happen. After all, John, at 18 years of age, was at his sexual
peak. He was inexperienced, a virgin in fact, so I did not expect
him to be a particularly skilful or effective lover. But at
least, I thought, he could give me a quick bonk. I was so
sexually excited that it would not take much for him to bring me
off. Then it would all be over, and I would be able to look back,
wistfully, on a brief but very amusing and sexy encounter that
had featured my 2 greatest passions, namely spanking and sex.

But no, dear reader, that is not what happened; that is not what
happened at all. John and I lay on those gym mats for more than 3
hours, for so long, in fact, that I missed the evening meal. My
lover was young and virile, but also polite, gentlemanly and
unselfish. He had four orgasms before we arose, but he seemed
less interested in them than in pleasuring me. On a purely
physical level, I emerged as a very well fucked, and a very well
satisfied lady. But, of course, it was much more than purely
physical. I was enchanted and captivated by this excellent young
man. Ever the professional educator, I tried to thank John by
acting out the "older experienced woman teaches young male virgin
how it is done" role. Yes, O.K., John did rise from those gym
mats a wiser and more sexually competent lover; but to both him
and me that was not what it was mainly about.

For the last hour we just cuddled and talked, and I was amazed at
how gentle and considerate my lover was towards me, especially
since I had been so forceful and violent towards him and Annie.
By now I was utterly mortified at how I had treated the
lovebirds, and completely thrown off balance. I just did not know
how to play it any more, but I concluded that I owed it to John
to be open and honest with him. I apologised to him for the
spankings, and I explained how and why they were not purely
disciplinary. John replied that he was flattered by my sexual
interest, that Annie and he had deserved all they got, and that
he bore me no ill will but, in fact, the precise opposite. Before
we parted, I extolled Annie, and recommended John to pursue his
relationship with her; but the advice did not come from my heart.
We parted as lovers, even though we made no arrangements for
another tryst.

Even after all of these years, dear reader, I am thrown into
palpitations and confusion by this narrative that I am writing. I
was in such an emotional state after John left me that I could
scarcely concentrate upon my official duties.

By the time that all of this occurred I had moved out of my rooms
in the main school building, and into a small cottage in the
grounds. On the next Sunday morning, at about 11 o'clock, I was
in the kitchen of the cottage dolefully munching breakfast cereal
and morosely pondering on my romantic predicament. Then I heard a
light tapping on the window. When I looked to see what it was, my
hackles stood on end and my heart pounded fiercely against my
ribcage; it was John. Luckily, a high privet hedge surrounded the
cottage garden, so I was able to let him in unobserved. Even so,
I quickly smuggled him upstairs, where callers would not see him.

Well, in the bedroom John and I had another long talk. From what
he said it sounded as if he was even more emotionally distressed
than me by our recent sexual encounter; I was his obsession, he
said, and he could think of nothing else. Yet again I admitted
that his feelings were reciprocated, but I added that it could
never be. I was about 10 years older than him and for all sorts
of reasons it just would not work out. During my life I have had
a lot of heart-to-heart talks with my various lovers; but none of
them was so distressing and so emotionally fraught as that
session with John.

However, the inevitable happened. On that winter Sunday John and
I ended up in bed together; and we spent a lot more time in the
same bed from January until the following October and beyond.
John's 19th birthday fell in the February of that year; he had
already gained a State Scholarship from his A Level performance
as an 18-year-old the previous summer, and at Christmas he had
past the entrance examinations for Cambridge University. Thus,
although my lover was staying on at school to complete his duties
as house captain, etc., he had not been entered for any
forthcoming examinations and was under no pressures. Wow! The
situation was perfect for us, and our romantic attachment
blossomed during a very long, hot summer. Our lovemaking was
fierce, but our romantic relationship was tender. Like me, John
was beset with guilt. He should never have called at the cottage,
he said, and it was wrong that we were lovers; typically, he was
particularly upset about Annie, to whom he was still very
attached. Sometimes he tried to make light of it. He had been
very naughty, he would say, and I could spank him if I liked;
well, I did, of course, but only playfully and as part of our
lovemaking.

My relationship with John is one that has never ended. My lover
went up to Cambridge that autumn, but we still kept in touch. I
will not tell you the whole story of the relationships between
John, Annie and me; but suffice to say that, inevitably in the
end, I got my emotional comeuppance. If only John had been a
bastard it would have been so much easier. But, of course, he was
not. Do you not agree, ladies, that it is very often the nice
ones who break your heart? Every year John and Annie send Dave
and me a Christmas card, and every time it arrives I am punished
again for the sins of my youth.