Subject: MJ #01(M/f teeenager)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 16 Jul 1996 16:10:19 -0400
THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED STORY INVOLVING SPANKING OF A TEENAGER BY HER PRINCIPAL. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR THE LEGAL AGE OF YOUR COUNTRY, GET OUT OF THIS NEWSGROUP. IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ ADULT THEMED MATERIAL, DON'T READ THIS! FOR THE REST OF YOU, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, WHICH IS PURELY A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. THANKS.
You may begin.....
Amy was standing in front of the principal s desk, looking very dejected. She had never been in this position before. She had always been the perfect student. Not only was she a very cute blonde girl, but one of the top students in the school. As the end of the school year and graduation was getting near she was getting that feeling of being all grownup. She was just expressing her feelings about what her history teacher was saying about the lower class people. Saying that it was as much a responsibility of them and is to the wealthy to help in their need.
The only problem, was she had gotten into a heated argument with the teacher. In the heat of battle Amy blurted out What a dumb poop, you must be. OOPS s And now here she was standing in front of the vice-principle s desk.
Mr. Greenwood was a no nonsense principle. He was deep in the middle of budgeting for the next school year. Having to deal with this student was not in his schedule. Now Amy, it is not like you at all. He let the words sink in. Amy just started blushing. Cause she also knew it was not at all like her to be here either. In fact, she had never been here or in any other principle s office before.
Mr. Greenwood just kept staring at her with tight lips. He had the look of determination and responsibility. Without saying anything he quickly opened up the right hand top drawer and withdrew a paddle. An ugly looking thing it was, all worn but still looking very mincing. Amy took a-half step back when she saw it and gasps a breath. YIKES!!! she said to herself. The thought came to her to run. She knew she was not wearing what she really needed at this price moment. An iron gladiator outfit would just be perfect. She half smiled to herself. She has always had a sense of humor in her life. Even now when she should be scarred to death she thought of that. Then reality hit her in the face, as that paddle was intended to smack her in another place. She could hardly get a breath to give protest. She was wearing a pretty black and white checkered cotton dress that came just above her knees. Her skimpy panties were her main concern. A somewhat thin dress and very thin panties do not make for any kind of protection. They do add a slight bit of modesty. Her butt was in a real sling, as someone once said.
She was really trying to get the courage to debate her fate, but her heart pumping was taking up all the energy to keep her alive. Her whole body was twitching. Then her brain was telling her to run, but her feet were glued to the floor. She hadn t been spanked since she was in grade school. Well, in school that was. The fifth grade with an awlful never to be forgetten spanking. And in the seventh grade was the absolute last time in school spanking she has ever gotten. What would her friends say? What would her parents say? YIKES.... who cares? How will her fanny feel in a moment? Oh, now, this is too much. Amy put her hands over her face and trembled.
OK Amy, I do not have all day. I said take a step forward and bend over the desk. This will give you something to think about the next time your lips get ahead of your brain. Gulping she leaned over slightly and starred at the blank wall. Mr. Greenwood got up and pushed her more over and flipped up her dress. Now she was bent over his desk with her cute well filled out bottom on display. Mr. Greenwood was not interested in a minor s well-formed bottom, except to make it dance a little with his paddle. Amy tightened up her twitching fanny in anticipation of the first stinging spank.
Just before the first smack was to be delivered, Mrs. Whitherspoon came into the office. She couldn t help giving a little smile at the predicament of the poor girl. Her bottom was in such a compromising position. Amy was bent over with her panties clinging such that the outline of her bottom was quite evident. The crevice outlined where the dividing line was between cheeks. The poor girl could not just stand still either. She was bending her knees and then striating, swaying a little to the right and left. She was making little sniffling noises. Amy would soon be jumping; of that Mrs. Whitherspoon was sure. Amy had not been the first young lady in that position in this office. Mrs. Whitherspoon had seen some mighty painful dancing done as girls were sent back to class. Oh, and boys too were sent back to class with teary eyes and stinging bottoms. But that was not what Mrs. Whitherspoon had come in for. Mr. Greenwood, Superintendent Greaswold wants to talk to you on the phone. He said it was very important.
Amy let out a deep breath she had been holding in. Her whole little body relaxed at the momentary reprieve from her spanking. She was trying to figure out how she had gotten into this trouble. It could not really be happening to her. Mr. Greenwood talked in low murmuring tones. Then he hung up the phone with a loud thud. He stared for a moment out the window, then over to the backside of the girl. A smile came over his face; she was cute looking. The cute girl showed even more endowment especially since she was in that compromising position. Then a stern look came over his face again. Amy get up. Go stand in the corner. And keep your nose in the corner. Turning toward his secretary, "Mrs. Whitherspoon, I have to go to central office. I should be back in about an hour. With that he was gone.
Amy was really upset now. She was starring in this boring corner thinking of what she will miss: will miss Social Issues class; that darling Mr. Allan, what a dreamy teacher. But most of all she had to just stand here waiting for Mr. Greenwood to find time for her in order to give her a paddling. This was supposed to teach her to be a responsible adult.
Getting a spanking just two weeks before she was to graduate. What is the reasoning here. What is the purpose? First, they tell her to think for herself. Not take things she has heard for granted. So she does that and now she is in the principle s office. No. This is not right.
A hand reaches out and touches Amy on the shoulder. The blond girl just about jumps through the ceiling as she gives out a yelp that should have been heard in Mrs. Whiterspoon s office but wasn t. Mrs. Whiterspoon had just slammed a file drawer shut as Amy gave out her distressed call. She had whirled arount to see what hand had grabbed her.
Now standing in front of her was Mike. He was her new boyfriend of two weeks. They had been in classes all four years but he had finally just gotten the nerve to talk to her after prom. Her prom date had given her a hard time and Mike had stepped in to help. After some minor shoving she had left with her date. Soon she broke up with him and started getting close to Mike.
What are you doing in here? Mike asked. Amy just blushed at him. I don t know? I was just arguing with Mrs. Lasey and she got offended or something. She started getting all teary eyed. Mike moved close to hold her. You can t stay here, Mike. What if someone comes? I will hide in the closet again.
Amy pulled away from Mike with wide eyes, You have been in the closet? She was really blushing now. And you saw me by the desk? You saw Mr. Greenwood? And you know what he was about to do?
Mike just grinned, but not meanly, warmly, lovingly. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes to all of the above and it was nice.
What! she exclaimed. You thought me about to get beat to death nice! She turned abruptly away from Mike. Back to her corner position.
No, Amy. Not that. Your butt. I thought it was very nice. I find you very nice. You are just the prettiest girl I have ever seen.
Amy turned back to Mike looking at him coyly. She did not say anything for a moment. Really trying to figure out if Mike was blowing wind, or if he was sincere. Then feeling really funny that he had seen her panties like that. For that matter, she blushed that he saw her panties period.
Mike looked down at her from his 6 foot frame. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder. Pulling her toward him to comfort her before her sentence was to be carried out. She accepted his actions as genuine. Smiling up at him she felt safe.
The school bell rang out with that deifying choked up noise. Mike looked excited at Amy and smiled big time. He took her hand, Come on. We are getting out of here.
What was this, Amy thought. He is going to rescue me. What do you mean? I can t leave here. I am in enough trouble as it is. She shuddered to think how things could get worse, but she thought they could and certainly wood if she left the office.
You want to get it with that? Mike asked pointing to the paddle.
Of course not. But I have no choice. I am not doing anything...
Mike cut her off by grabbing her hand and dragging her out the side door to the office. Quickly Mike and Amy made their way down the hall, blending in with the other students making their way to the next class. Just when it looked like they would be able to get to the playground door there was Mrs. Lasey. Quickly, so as not to get seen, Mike took them into the chemistry lab. They ducked behind the lab table. They were safe for the moment. Amy reached over and put her arms around Mike s neck and gave him a passionate kiss. This brought Mike s heart to a complete stop. He never wanted this moment to ever end.
He reached up and pulled her hands off of him. Amy looked hurt and confused. No one had ever refused her attentions before. Not that she was a run around, but she had been popular all through her high school career. Mike quickly got up and motioned for her to stay put. He crept over to the classroom door and locked it. They would hold up here. This was where they would go down together.
She smiled as he quickly returned to her. There that should hold them for awhile. Amy just giggled at his actions. What did he think he was, Tom Cruse saving me from the bad guys she thought. And then she felt really warm. Like something she just couldn t explain. He just looked at her. Not like he was seizing her up for the triumph. That he was really looking at her. At what she was. At how pretty she was. At how nice she was. How wonderful her whole self was and is. He slowly moved closer to her. He got on his knees and reached down to where she was sitting behind the lab table and directed her up to her knees. They embraced with a long passionate kiss.
Mike hugged her up and down her body. He held her tightly and never stopping the kissing. The kiss that sent that great glow deep into both of them. He unbuttoned her first three button. She gave a shock sigh. She smiled and unsnapped his pants. It was his turn to give a shocking sigh. He smiled. He reached to her waist and brought her dress up and over her head. Slip came with it. She was now kneeling with her bra and panties on. Right in school too. The thrill they both felt could not be measured. She reached and gave Mike s pants a tug to his knees. His underwear came with them. He tried to cover up; it was going to fast for him now. She pushed him over backwards. As his bottom rolled up to greet her she gave it a sound smack! The smack echoed like gun shoots in the room. Mike came up suppressing a laugh at her boldness, but shushing her.
We have to be quiet, Amy. he said while grinning at her. He pulled her off balance toward him. Thinking he was going to hug her he brushed her to the side so she fell over his lap. He quickly pushed her panties down. At the feeling that her derrier was on display she started sqcrambling to get up. Just as she rased her fanny up Mike gave her a really sound smack! WHOAAaaa! Was all she could say as she jumped up holding her bottom. Why, I didn t hit you that hard, Mike. Mike was hurt at his actions. He hadn t wanted to make her cry. Tears were building up in her eyes, but she didn t let any flow. He quickly jumped up and hugged her closely. I am sorry. I was just playing with you.
Ya? Right? You gave me a stinger.
A what? he asked really confused at her.
You know, it is a spanking, it stings. It is a stinger.
Oh. I guess when Mr. Greenwood comes back you are really gong to get a stinger. I am sure you will not be sitting very soon.?
This did not exactly make Amy feel any better. She was rubbing her bottom as Mike, standing there with his pants and underwear clumped at his knees, was hugging her very gently. While not planning on it, his manhood was standing at complete attention. Amy gave Mike a passionate kiss as he rubbed Amy s breasts and her fanny. She was so warm and soft. He just got turned on touching her.
Amy took Mike s head in both hands and kissed him with all of her might, sucking his tongue so hard that it just about joined her s in her mouth. His eyes got big and she released. Then she started kissing his cheek, chin, and then worked her way down his body, kissing him. Down to his manhood. Mike kneels to give Amy a kiss. She guides one of Mike s hands to between her legs. He feels this warm wetness. Amy give s Mike a smile of approval. And this causes him to about explodes with passion.
Mike reaches behind Amy and removes her bra and drops it nonchalantly on the floor. He just looks at her with his head tilted slightly and a sly smile comes over his face. He watches her nipples standing out in the cool air. She is just too beautiful to be real. In all this heat of passion, a spec of sweat has dropped from Mike and landed on Amy s breasts. He leans over and licks it off. She just about collapses from the feel of his tongue. She comes close to Mike and licks his chest, from top to just above his manhood. They both now are filled with the excitment of loving. She guides him over to his back. Mike s erection is totally out of control. He feels like it will explode and kill them both. It might be so powerful that it might just destroy the whole school.
Mike pulls Amy on top of him. He holds her chest up above his face and kisses her breasts; sucking on each one in turn. He easily holds her like a Raggy-Ann doll. Pushing her up and letting her down so slowly, then sucking on a breast. Then repeating the motion. Then pulling to rest on his chest he kisses her lips. Then pushes her up over his face again to give her breasts attention. Then he does a sit-up, with such easy that it excites Amy. He has a need that is kinky but can t help it. He lays her over his lap with her divine bottom upturned. Amy is a little bewildered. She can only turn to look up at him. Mike rubs first one cheek and then the other. Pushing between her crease to rub her privates.
He then moves between her legs to reach her front furry piece. This causes her to arch her back and put her bottom on display. Mike leans over and gives each cheek a passionate sucking kiss. This leaves a little red spot. Then he sits up and tightens his hold around Amy s waist. She is feeling all warm and sexy. The one thought that has been resting deep in the back of her mind for years, since grade school. That the last time she was in this position was when her mom... YIKES, comes her thought. She turns back up to Mike as she sees his hand come down on her soft bottom. She gives out a yelp! She quickly puts both hands over her own mouth to keep from screaming that her bottom has told her to do. The warning that her hiny was under attack. Owieeee, Mikey. She turned over at him looking with a tiny tear resting on her cheek. Mike quickly leans over and kisses it sucking it up.
Sorry. I couldn t help myself. You are so beautiful. I just had to do it again. It turns me on like you wouldn t believe. At hearing that Amy bends over Mike lap, giving him perfect position to give her a spanking. Just be gentle with me, Mikey. He delivers three very light taps to her bottom and ends with a passionate messaging of her bottom. Then he delivers a resounding smack that puts Amy into extreme gyrations. Kicking her legs like she was swimming.
Mike then let her get up. Her bottom sprouting two slightly little pink spots where he had given her attention. She looks at him as sexy as she has ever looked at a guy and rubs her bottom pouting at him. This is too much for Mike. They embrace like there was no tomorrow. Kissing, hugging, feeling, and loving.
Amy guides Mike s hand again to her wet spot. He feels it running and spreads it on her legs and under her to her bottom. He can always find his way to fondle her sexy bottom.
She in turn reaches behind him and grabs one cheek firmly, and gave it a squeeze. Mike wiggles at the touch. He smiles down at Amy. Like the conquering man she loves. She is small and cute, just right for loving. She goes for his manhood now. Mission is ecstasy. With that she pulls Mike over to her. His excitement is right in her face. Gently holding the base of it between her fingers so she can slide the tip into her mouth. The fingers of Amy s free hand trace a pattern from between her legs to the back, where she holds his cheek tightly. There was no way Amy was going to let him get any ideas about pulling away. After a few moments she says I love the way you taste, Mike. Mike is in no shape to say anything. Amy draws him in and out of her mouth. She sucks softly. Amy stops only to lick and kiss the tip. She slides her tongue down to the base and around his balls. Licking hungrily. This is getting Mike to such a high and feeling that he has never ever felt before. A level that he didn t even know existed. She takes his manhood in my mouth. Mike slides his hand down to the front of her fur to feel the wetness. As she takes all of him in her mouth. Mike has no energy left; he falls back and lets her do what she wants. As she feels him shudder, she speeds up. In and out, quickly now. Short, quick strokes as she feel him on the edge. Oh it is pure torture as she keeps him there for a while; to the edge and then backing down. Then with the likeness of a volcano there is a burst that Amy feels, a taste of sweet-sour juices. And she shudders too from the excitement. She collapses on him and breathes as hard as he is.
Their breathing slows and they look into each other's eye. A look that has been passed down from age to age. Not a look that one person has taught another. Smiling shyly. Amy blushes at what she just did; at how much she loved doing it. Amy buries her face in Mike s chest with a giggle.
But in a flash, a smile as big as in one has given that is in love comes to Amy s face. Come on... Mikey... the show isn t over yet. Mike is kind of all worn out, but they hurriedly pull their clothes on. Mike hasn t any idea what the hurry is. But Amy does and that is OK with him. He started it. And now she was gong to finish it. What was she up to. But his strength was just about all taxed out. But he managed to put all the right clothes on in the right direction. And marveled at her as she did the same. After all this, she turned her back to him to get dressed. But that was delightful for him. Seeing her bent over showing off her cute behind cause him to have a final erection. At least he thought it was a final one.
Now the bell just finished ringing and it was Amy s turn to lead them down the hall, blending in with the other student. But to Mike s amazement, they were headed back to the principal s office. What was up. He dragged on her, to get them to go the other way. But she looked at him with a smile that would melt butter. He would see what was up. At the hall door to the principal's office they paused. Making sure no one saw them. And then slid back into the room. No one was there. She quickly pushed Mike into the closet he had occupied over an hour ago. Now enjoy.
Was all she said to him as she took up her place in the corner.
Then Mike caught what she was doing. His heart and all of his loving parts just about fainted. Amy put her face into the corner to wait her fait. It seemed like for ever. Waiting, she was ready. Come and get me, she was thinking. Then the door opened. It was Mrs. Whitherspoon. She came to an abrupt stop. What, you are back? She was an old spinster. And just where have you been? I was just in here ten minutes ago and you were NOT her, young lady?
I had to go to the bathroom, Mrs. Whitherspoon . The secretary was trying to figure this out when the door opened in a hurry. It was Mr. Greenwood. He had a stack of papers and was really in a foul mood. He started giving Mrs. Whitherspoon several important jobs to do. Then noticed Amy in the corner. OH! was all he said. Mrs. Whitherspoon , would you pardon us, we have some unfinished business. When the secretary was out of the room he took action. Well, I hope you made wise use of your time in here, Amy. He said as he grabbed her by her hand and pulled her toward the desk. Amy glanced over to the closet and winked at Mike. And Mike about fainted again. His heart racing for all it was worth. He just hoped he servivived.
Mr. Greenwood sat at his desk and jerked Amy over his lap. In a swift move he had her dress up and her panties down. Looking at the seniors well-developed bottom. He didn t have time to imagine where this young lady would be in the future. He was wondering where he was going to be in the future if he didn t get the budget in shape. With that he picked up the paddle and delivered a mighty swat that caught Amy by surprised. She had no idea that it would sting so much. That one smack to her cute little bottom sent her into action. Legs and arms and her bottom were wiggling like a bug turned upside down. Another landed and she screamed out as tears fell rapidly. Then one after another landed on her. She soon completely forgot about Mike getting a nice look at her. She was wondering if she would ever sit down again. Then there was a pause, which cause Amy to think that it was over. She relaxed and Mr. Greenwood landed a flurry of swats right on the lower portion of her bottom. Each echoing through the room. Only out down by Amy s screaming in protest. There was no time for a breath during this barrage. She was bucking all over his lap, twisting and kicking and clawing. Each time she got close to get off the lap, Mr. Greenwood readjusted her and then landed an awful whack to both cheeks. Then it was over. Mr. Greenwood pulled her panties up and dumped her on her feet. It really wasn t over for Amy though. Her hands went to her bottom like magnets on a refrigerator. And her feet started doing the jig. Hopping from one foot to the other and wiping her eyes.
Now, Amy. I do not want to even hear a rumor that you are misbehaving again. You have values and principles that you have the ability to be successful. Now you can go now. Mike listened to what was said. Amy sure didn t. Her mind was on her bottom and what a burning, stinging sensation was there. Never had she felt like that. Then she got all flushed, remembering that Mike was in the closet. Then she went home.
As she passed the closet she gives him a glance and rubbed her bottom letting him sneak a peek at her panties one last time for that day. Mike just slowly let out a sigh of delight as he glimpsed Amy waddling by.