From: skipper@usa.pipeline.com(Skipper)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: CHEERLEADER SPANKED (mf)
Date: 19 Sep 1995 00:25:19 GMT
Organization: PSINet/Pipeline USA
Message-ID: <43l2lf$568@news1.usa.pipeline.com>
I DID NOT WRITE THIS
This story goes back about 5 years ago when I was a sophomore in high
school. I will share this story with you because I have enjoyed the many
good
stories I read on this BB. I request, however, that you do not try to
contact
me for I do not want to reply to a mass of horney, hot blooded men. Enjoy.
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I was a member of our football's cheerleading squad and proudly ware
the
short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of
14, I
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.