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Subject: {ASSM} A Lesson for Bonnie (M/F) sensual spanking
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 00:10:05 -0500
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A Lesson for Bonnie - by Sensualspanker

I was sweet 19 and never been kissed - well that's not exactly true, but it
sounds good on paper!  Actually I had been rather more than kissed at that age,
but I certainly hadn't been spanked until.....

Well I'd finished my school year ready to go to university, but had really let
things slip a little before my A levels and had ended up with insufficient
grades to get into my university of choice.  I needed an A and 2 Bs, and while
I had achieved my A in History, the English and French Grades were Ds.  I could
still have got to a lesser college, but I had my heart set on my school of
choice.  When the results came out I was in floods of tears knowing that I had
blown it.

However on enquiring on admission policies I was told that if I retook the
English and French exams in the winter they would let me in the next year, and
I consoled myself that if I studied hard until Christmas and managed the
necessary grades, I could take the rest of the year aout and travel the world,
something I had always wanted to do.

My parents were supportive, even if it meant paying for extra tuition, so at
the start of September I began to study again.  This time though it was
particularly difficult.  I didn't have the rigours of a school system to make
sure I turned up to lessons and studied between them.  I did turn up for
tuition, but I did just enough between times to give the appearance that I was
working.  I was actually spending far too much time partying with my friends,
playing on my computer and listening to rock music.

The only consolation was my tutor.  He was only five years older than me with a
first class BA degree with English and French as his major subjects.  He'd
taken a PGCE which would enable him to teach in the school system, but wasn't
sure yet whether that was what he really wanted to do.  Meanwhile he was
earning good money by tutoring me and half a dozen others.  His name was
Charlie and he was delicious.  

He'd been to a good English Public School and not only was he good looking, he
kept himself super fit through working out and playing top class club rugby. 
He was about 6 ft 2 with reddish brown hair, a delightful smile and the bluest
eyes you had ever seen.  As for me, like most girls of my age I had doubts
about my attractiveness to the opposite sex.  Brown hair, brown eyes, small
breasts, decent figure though.  People used to say I was pretty, but I was
conscious that maybe I weighed a couple of pounds more than I should - maybe I
should have my breasts enhanced, my nose was too big, my bum was too big.  Well
looking back they probably weren't, but it seemed that way to me.

Charlie was both frustrated by me because of my lack of progress and attracted
to me physically.  I suppose inevitably we ended up making love, although he
was conscious that perhaps it was a little unethical given that he was my
teacher.  We never did it during the hours set aside for tuition, but after
each lesson we went at it like rabbits.  My parents used to comment that I
always seemed to be glowing after each lesson and assumed it was because things
were going well educationally - but they weren't.

Charlie was beginning to get angry with me.  He knew I wasn't doing much, if
any work between lessons and because he was fond of me he wanted me to be able
to go to my university of choice.  He felt, eventually, that there was only one
route now open.

After a particularly bad teaching session he sat me down.  I was aching to get
his kit off and make love but he wouldn't let me touch him.  It was almost too
much when I wiggled out of my jeans and panties and lay back, legs apart
waiting for him to succumb.

He was actually quite angry with me, although I thought at the time it was a
bit of an act.  "Look here Bonnie (short for Bronwen - my father was Welsh). 
Your parents have entrusted me, and are paying me well, to get you through your
English and French A levels with decent grades.  You're doing virtually no work
at all and I'm afraid you're not going to get there unless you buckle down and
study at home.  As nothing I've done yet seems to have had any effect I'm going
to implement the old British school remedy which is now unfashionable, and
probably illegal.  I'm going to put you over my knee and leather your bottom
until you learn the error of your ways - and its good of you to have taken off
your jeans and panties already - saves me the trouble."

So saying he grabbed me by the arm and before I could even utter a word of
protest he had me over his knee, clamped my legs still between his own and
started to spank me methodically.  Well although I struggled, he was really
strong and soon my bottom was bright scarlet and stinging like crazy.  I'd
never been spanked before and it hurt like hell.  I struggled and wiggled and
still he spanked on - I think he gave me about 70 before he stopped.  I just
lay there sobbing, but also aware not only of an extremely warm sensation in my
bottom (well really hot), but also between my legs.  I sensed I was incredibly
wet and very excited.  I found it hard to believe that I had been turned on so
much by something so inherently painful - and Charlie had spanked me really
hard.

Charlie realised that too - well I was so wet there that I'd made a damp patch
on his lap.  "So you like that Bonnie do you?" he said as his fingers started
to explore my pussy.  Well I came there and then with the biggest orgasm I'd
ever had and as he kept on playing with me I kept on coming.  Eventually he
stood me up and hugged me.  I kissed him hard pressing my body against him,
while reaching down to undo his trousers.  We went into his bedroom and lay on
the bed while he continued to caress my pussy.  I had his cock in my mouth in
no time, sliding it in and out as I caressed his balls.  He came fast and hard
his warm cum tasting so good.

When it was over we lay in each other's arms for what seemd like ages.

"I'm not sure that spanking you is going to work as a punishment" Charlie said
with a broad smile, "but perhaps not spanking you will.  From now on, if you do
your work you'll get a nice sensual spanking from me.  If you don't - no
spanking and no sex.  And you'd better bloody well work."

Well it did work for me.  Charlie's spankings were wonderful.  He tried
implements, we tried pussy spanking - incredibly erotic - light bondage, all
experimental for both of us and had brilliant sex.  The harder I worked the
more I was spanked - I called it my winter of orgasms.  I sailed through my
exams when they came.

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