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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
o section of my collection, other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I dont believe in categorizing things. "I dont want to be typed o
o therefore I dont type things myself." I think its a lot more fun to o
o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
o not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
o Kristens book shelf directories. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o
o and should not be read by minors. Thank you, Kristen Becker o
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Sarah's Story
Hello. My name is Sarah and before I tell you my story I should
let you have some information about me.
I am 28 years old, single, 5ft 1in tall , with shoulder length
ash blonde hair, and (I like to think) petite. I'm told that I
look a bit like Felicity Kendal but I can't see it.
Some years ago I had a boyfriend who was into all sorts of
things when it came to sex. I went with him for about 9 months
and during that time we experimented with a lot of different
turn-ons, starting fairly tamely with a bit of light bondage and
getting into exhibitionism, watersports, cross dressing,
allsorts. Eventually we split up, partly because he was going
too far for me and trying to talk me into heavier and heavier
S&M stuff and a "gangbang" with several of his mates and I was
starting to feel really used.
One of the experiments I really enjoyed, though , was when I let
him put me over his knee and spank my bottom. In fact I liked
it so much that we repeated this many times, but Rob seemed to
get bored with this after a while and kept on about whips &
chains & black leather and stuff. What exited me most, though
(to my surprise) was when, after a very long whinge from me that
I wanted to feel his hand on my bottom again, we went to a local
pub and met up with all his mates. About an hour and a half
into the conversation Rob had quite a bit to drink and suddenly
told all his mates about how I liked him to spank me and had
been pleading with him to pt me over his knee just before we
went out. I was mortified. Of course I went very red as about
six blokes of varying degrees of hunkiness started to take an
enormous interest in my little perversion and asked questions
and took the Mickey out me.
On the way home I started to realise that I had been really
turned on by being embarrassed. I don't know why but being the
centre of attention (even if it was for all the wrong reasons)
got to me in a big way. Although I told Rob off I made up for
it when we got back to my place.
Anyway, having dumped Rob and got over him I started to miss the
excitement of "naughty" sex. I had a range of boyfriends, some
of whom I slept with, some I didn't, but I never liked or
trusted them enough to raise the subject with them. Then, one
day, I met Tim in the street. Tim was one of the lads who had
been in the pub when Rob had told the world of my fetish. We
started talking and he asked me out. We went to a quiet pub
and, after a while Tim carefully steered the conversation round
to that night.
To cut a long story short it turned out that Tim was a great
spanking devotee and a member of what he called "The School".
He offered to introduce me and that's how I came to spend Friday
evenings being a schoolgirl again.
There are 14 pupils in the class, four girls, me, Karen, Liz
and Pat. Eight boys, Tim, Steve, Malcolm, Mark, John, Chris and
two Pauls. There are also two girls who are really boys (if you
see what I mean) their real names are Phil and David but they
are known as Lauren and Gemma. We girls has a whale of a time
at first teaching Phil and David how to dress, apply makeup and
generally act like women, but now they seem to have it pretty
well sewn up and Lauren especially looks very sexy in a dark,
brooding way.
We range in age from mid twenties to Malcolm who is in his late
forties.
Each week we assemble at the schoolmaster's house. Mr Derby is
a tall, muscular man in his late 50s, he owns a large house on
the edge of town with a very large garage/workshop. It is this
that he has converted into a classroom for our activities. It
is heated in winter and has a large blackboard in the front with
a table on a low podium and a desk for each of us. The desks
were built for schoolkids so they are really a little small for
us, but no matter. All around the walls are educational
posters, the sort you see in classes around the world.
When we meet we first change in Mr Derby's house, so we enter
the classroom in our uniforms. For the girls this consists of
black patent shoes (no heels), white socks, a short, grey,
pleated skirt, white blouse with red & gold striped tie and a
red blazer. Underwear consists of plain white pants and, in
winter, a vest. Bras are not allowed which causes a few
problems for Liz who has quite large boobs.
The boys wear a similar uniform except that they wear grey
shorts and grey calf length socks. Of course Gemma and Lauren
wear the girls' uniform.
We always treat the class seriously and are there to study. We
meet at 8.30 p.m. and class starts at 9, ending at 12 midnight.
We treat the times as a.m. though, so we do a morning session
through to lunch, including a mid-morning break.
Mr Derby is very strict and doe not hesitate to punish us if we
do not do our work properly. Of course that's why we are all
there, but it does add realism to our punishment and you never
really know when, or even if, you are going to be spanked or
even caned for some misdemeanour.
Let me tell you about last Friday.
I always leave work at 4 o'clock on a Friday, we call it POETS
day (Push Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday). I got home about
4.30, changed into a nightie and went to bed. The alarm woke me
at 7 and I got up, washed, and dressed in my uniform, except for
the socks, shoes, blazer and tie which I put into my "games"
bag. I then had a bite to eat put on my coat and, picking up my
satchel and bag, ran to my car and began the journey to school.
On the way I called for Tim. We are very lucky to live close to
school, most of the others have to make quite long journeys.
Tim got into the car wearing normal clothes, with a large bag.
It is more difficult for the boys as walking around in part of
their uniform is much more noticeable than for us girls.
We got to Mr Derby's house just before 8.30, but most of the
others were already there. Once in the house the boys and girls
go into separate "cloakrooms" and change into school clothes.
Phil and David join us girls and from this point on they are
treated as girls. The boys are expressly forbidden to come near
the girls' cloakroom, but we know that sometimes they try and
peek in, just like the boys did when we were kids. If we catch
them we always report them!
Once we had changed we all congregate in a large courtyard at
the back of the house, on the other side of which is the
classroom. This is the playground and we wait here for school
to open, sometimes playing or talking and sometimes trying to
finish off undone homework.
At 9 Mr Derby opened the school door and we entered in single
file and stood behind our desks waiting to be told to sit down.
Karen and I had been having a very interesting conversation
while we were waiting outside and, like idiots we carried on
whispering to each other in class. Our chat was suddenly
interrupted by Mr Derby shouting,
"Karen, Sarah, come to the front of the class."
Karen and I slowly slid out from behind our desks and walked to
the front of the room, standing in front of Mr Derby with our
backs to the class. Mr Derby stood very straight in his tweed
suit and began to tell us off, asked us what we had been talking
about that was so important (last night's Eastenders) and told
Karen to hold out her hand.
Mr Derby reached over to his desk and picked up his ruler. He
then lifted the ruler up and brought it down on Karen's palm.
There was a loud crack and I saw a white stripe appear across
Karen's palm, which slowly turned bright pink, spreading from
the outside in. Karen took a sharp breath and her eyes closed
briefly. Mr Derby brought the ruler down twice more on her
right palm and the snapped "next". Karen held out her left hand
and received three stripes on that hand.
By this time I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach and a
strange feeling in my bottom.
"Hand" Mr Derby instructed me.
I saw the ruler fall in a blur and felt the sting as it hit my
palm, which turned into a hot throb just as the ruler struck
again. I felt my eyes start to water and the ruler hit me for
the last time on my right palm. I changed hands without being
told and received three more on my left hand. Once Mr Derby had
finished he put the ruler back on the table and sent us both
back to our desks, telling us all to sit down.
My hand felt as if it had sunburn and I sat, fidgeting in my
desk as I flexed my fingers back and forth to try and make the
throb go away.
The first subject we were due to study was geography. We had
been set a homework to read a section of the textbook about
industry in the Benelux countries. None of us were at all
surprised when Mr Derby announced that there was going to be a
test. A question paper was handed out and the test started. I
had read the book as instructed, but it was so boring I wasn't
sure that it had all gone in. I knew that if my results weren't
good enough I would be punished and could even get a caning.
When I read the questions I felt a little happier and answered
them in good time. When we had all finished we swapped papers
and, as Mr Derby read out the answers, we marked each others
papers. Once this was done Mr Derby asked for each person's
marks and wrote them in his book. I had done well, with full
marks, as had some of the others. Mark, however, had only
answered one question correctly. It was obvious that he had not
even read the book and Mr Derby called him to the front of the
class, telling him that he was wasting the classes time and
giving him a real telling off.
Mark is quite shy and was deep red by the time Mr Derby had
finished with him. After he had told him off Mr Derby reached
for the whippy cane he keeps hung by the blackboard. Mr Derby
told Mark to undo his trousers. Mark undid the waistband of his
shorts, unzipped the fly and let them drop to his ankles. I
could see his white Y-fronts tented by his erect penis and had
to suppress a little giggle. Mr Derby then told Mark to lower
his pants. Mark went an even brighter red and hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his underpants and lowered them to join
his shorts. As he stood up I caught a glimpse of his very erect
prick. Mark is a big chap, about 6feet 6 inches tall and he was
big elsewhere as well. I started to feel lusty as Mr Derby told
him to bent over. I swear noone in that room breathed as the
cane swished down and hit Mark's bottom with a resounding crack.
Mark moved forward every time the cane connected and had to
straighten himself up to accept the next stroke. Mr Derby
handed out six of the very best before he put the cane down and
told Mark to stand up.
Mark stood up straight, his prick was very stiff and red, and we
girls stifled a little giggle, smirking behind our hands. Mark
couldn't help but notice this and blushed even more before being
told to pull up his trousers and return to his desk.
The rest of the geography lesson passed off with Liz and Malcolm
getting a short, sharp slippering for not paying attention and
we went on to the next lesson, English.
If I go into detail about all the punishment meted out during
the "day" this will turn into a short novel, so I'll just say
that Steve and Paul both got punished for one thing or another,
Paul was caned over his shorts and Steve was spanked over Mr
Derby's knee. The most interesting punishment was of Lauren.
As I have said Lauren is very attractive and could pass as a
real girl under almost any circumstances. "She" was called to
the front half way through the lesson because she had forgotten
a text book. We sometimes do this deliberately as we know that
this is guaranteed to get us a punishment, but it is a bit of a
risk as we cannot tell what the punishment will be.
Lauren made her way slowly to the front of the class. Mr Derby
reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small, flat bat,
like a small cricket bat around a foot long it was painted a
dark blue and I recognised it as the kind of bat we used to use
in junior school to play rounders when I was a girl. This was a
new weapon in Mr Derby's armoury and I could see that it would
be a very effective punishment tool.
Mr Derby told Lauren to bend over his desk, side on to the
class. Holding the bat in his right hand, he used the left to
flip Lauren's pleated skirt up and over her back, revealing her
white pants. He then slipped his hand into the back of her
knickers and pulled them down her thighs. I don't know why but
I was surprised to suddenly see "Lauren's" dick pop out as the
panties were pulled down. I get so used to thinking of Lauren
as a girl that I tend to forget that inside she is really Phil.
I had expected to see nothing but her thighs and the sudden
appearance of a penis came as a shock. It looked incongruous
with her breasts hanging down over the table and his prick
standing erect between his legs.
I was totally fascinated by this (it doesn't happen with David,
he is tall and, no matter what we do, always looks like a man in
girl's clothes - not that anyone minds it's his fantasy after
all) and was brought out of my reverie when the first blow
landed, so hard that Lauren cried out. Lauren's bottom was
momentarily sort of squashed up by the bat landing and, as Mr
Derby lifted his hand for the next blow, the initial white mark
turned an angry red, showing the shape of the bat perfectly.
Five more times the bat landed and by the time it had finished
almost all of Lauren's bottom was a deeper red than I had ever
seen it before and I think she was beginning to regret
forgetting her book.
After the lesson it was time for "break" and we were sent out
into the playground. As I have said this is a small courtyard
totally enclosed by the house, the classroom and two high walls.
Mr Derby has a large light erected high on one of the walls, so
we can see in the winter and we spend around half an hour out
there. I love this time in summer when it is warm, when we
girls can tease the boys by doing handstands against the walls
and flashing our knickers at them, but in winter it is too cold
for most of us and we tend to just stand in corners chatting or,
for those who are really into the school thing, playing
hopscotch or tag or skipping.
Gemma (David) likes to flash all the time, but most of us real
girls like our comfort.
So there I am, huddled in a corner with Chris, Pat, Liz and
Lauren. I should have told you that I am an incurable smoker.
Of course this is banned at school, but I was dying for a
cigarette and I decided to take a chance. I nipped quickly into
the changing rooms (strictly banned) and pulled out a ciggy and
my lighter. I lit the cigarette and, hiding it in the palm of
my hand, ran out to the playground. The others sympathetic and
gathered round to hide me from view. I finished the ciggy
quickly and disposed of the end down a convenient drain.
At the end of break we lined up and re-entered the class room.
No sooner had we sat down than Mr Derby called me to the front
of the class. I was very shocked as it was obvious that he had
seen my smoke break, but I was certain that I had been so
careful that I had got away with it.
Mr Derby lifted his chair from behind the desk and sat on it in
facing the class. He then told me to position myself over his
knee. I allowed myself to lean forwards and draped myself over
his lap, adjusting my position until I was centred with my hands
on the floor in front of me and my feet just touching the ground
behind. My stomach was churning with nerves and I could feel
myself getting wet with anticipation. I felt my skirt being
pulled up over my back and then Mr Derby's hand inside my
waistband and the rough feeling as my panties were pulled down
to my knees. My bottom felt suddenly cold and exposed and I
knew that the boys could see my bare buttocks, I was worried
because I knew my tan lines would really show off my bottom. I
mostly hoped that I hadn't any spots on my bottom (well, a girl
like to look her best in any circumstances). I could see Mr
Derby's shoes and his tweed trousers and a pair of awful tartan
socks. I could smell the dust on the floor and a mix of floor
polish and leather as I waited for Mr Derby's hand to land on my
cheeks.
When the blow landed I was astounded at both the sound and the
pain. Instead if the slap I had expected there was a much
louder, deeper noise and the sting was enormous. As it started
to change to a tingling I realised that Mr Derby was using the
bat. Then the next blow fell and I cried out. Mr Derby gave me
a dozen hard smacks with the bat. By the time he had finished I
was quite literally crying and begging him to stop. In fact I
very nearly used my "safe" word, for the first time ever. When
he had finished he told me to get up and I rose, very slowly.
My bottom tingled from the top of my thighs almost to the small
of my back. My skirt fell back down over my bottom and I winced
as the fabric touched my injured buttocks. I bent down to pull
up my pants and felt the rough feel of what was, in fact, soft
cotton being pulled over my sore bum.
I sat down very carefully and found that after a while the part
I sat on hurt less as long as I kept very still. Unfortunately
the rest of my bottom hurt like hell for the rest of the lesson.
After "school" we all returned to the changing rooms and started
to undress. The other girls were facinated by what the new bat
felt like and we spent some time talking about it before making
our way home.
In the car Tim was full of the new punishment and I could see,
glancing over, that he had a huge bulge in his trousers. I was
feeling awfully randy and, instead of driving straight to Tim's
house I took a detour to a quiet wooded area outside town. Tim
didn't question me at all as he had been through this before.
I stopped the car in the small carpark built for picnickers,
which was well away from the road and surrounded by trees. Tim
made a move toward me, but I just opened the door and stepped
out. The air was cold and it was very dark. I could hear the
strange night noises from the wood as small animals moved
around. Tim opened the other door as I undid my blouse an
pulled up my vest. The cold air on my breasts made my nipples
stiffen and start to ache a little. I lifted up my skirt and
pulled down my panties. The cold air hit my hot, sore bottom
and gave a little relief from the constant heat I had felt since
my spanking.
I led over the bonnet of the car, feeling the warmth of the
engine on my breasts and thrust out my bottom. I didn't need
any foreplay, and Tim moved up behind me and started to rub his
prick up and down my crack, at on point he touched my bumhole
with it and I thought he was going to try that, but he slid back
down and slid easily into me. It felt wonderful to be full at
last and we both came very quickly, getting rid of that awful
empty feeling I get when I have been taken so close to orgasm
and turned on for so long, without getting relief.
Tim and I dressed and I took him home and returned to my flat,
fell into bed and slept like a log (well it was almost 3a.m.
when I got into bed).
The next morning my bottom was still a little sore, it wasn't
unpleasant, but I was very aware of my bum all day.
I love the school, Mr Derby is very clever and seems to take a
lot of time and trouble to estimate everyone's tastes and
limits. He is a very good judge of human character and all of
us get exactly what we want which is very difficult with a large
group of people who all have different scenarios which turn them
on, some wanting s&m and others being happy just to dress up.