Me: A Naughty One

I am an ordinary spanko girl, a wanna be rock star. A girl who plows through life at breakneck speeds armed only with her cape, a girl who never cries when she falls down.

Once quoted: "Now that's enough to make any spanko swoon!"

Him: The Professor

He is a high socked, strict, very swoony and academically inclined, adult male authority figure with a passion for administering hard but caring spankings to bright, creative, and impulsive naughty girls that need to learn discipline.

Once quoted: "I determine fair, Young Lady"

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    Professor, what kind of masochist am I?

    Little One,

    After some brief thought, "Approval Masochist" is the best I have come up with. You seek approval from me like another masochist seeks pain ("Pain Masochist", or another seeks humilation ("Humiliation Masochist"). The categories are not exclusive. That is some S&M types tend to be "Pain and Humilation". You are "Approval and Pain".

    - Your Professor

    Saturday, July 16, 2005

    Needing This (Pt. I)

    I drew on several fantasies when writing this story. I am in need of a very specific type of spanking reset at the moment, and that is the main scenario of the story. However, another fantasy of mine involves experiencing a spur of the moment, forced, punishment type spanking scene, and since I am the greedy spanko girl that I am, I decided to weave both fantasies into one :)

    "I need this," she thinks to herself as she shuts off the engine and rolls the window up. "I need to be spanked. And I want my limits stretched. Hard."

    As she shuts the car door and slings her backpack over her shoulder, she recalls the last email she sent him. The message was pretty clear. "I need....I think we both need a no-nonense, long spanking session. And I want you to test my limits. In a way only you can. You know me almost better than anyone else. I want you to really challenge me, make it hard for me. I am craving a "spanking for spanking's sake" with a large side of dominance to go please."

    "I could definitely use a good session,"
    she thinks, walking through the lobby to the elevator doors.

    She gets off the elevator and walks down the hallway, noting the numbers on the various doors she passes. 211, 213, 215, where is.....ahhh...there it is! He said Room 221, and its the room on the end. She stands in front of the door and plays with the gum in her mouth, pulling on it absently as she tries to bring herself to knock. She has done this numerous times, and yet it is always the same for her. Standing in the hallway, looking at the door, the same brief moment of hesitation, the anticipation mixed with apprehension.

    She is lost in thought when the door opens suddenly, as if aware of her presence, startling her. He is there, his commanding frame towering in the doorway, his hands on his hips. He narrows his eyes and stares at her for a moment before speaking. "Come in and get changed," he says finally, and she brushes past him, hurrying to the bathroom.

    She slips on the short plaid skirt, the white knee socks and her black mary janes, getting ready before heading back out to the room to stand before him so that he can look at her, appraise her outfit, to see if it pleases him. This is a familiar ritual as well and she takes one final look at herself before leaving the safety of the bathroom.

    She creeps out cautiously, looking for him, expecting to see him sitting in the chair placed in the center of the room, various implements laid out on the bed, ready for use. She looks, but he is not there, the chair is unoccupied. Before her mind has time to fully comprehend the meaning of the empty chair, she feels a strong hand grab hold of her wrist.

    She yelps and instinctively tries to pull it away, but he is pushing on her back, bending her forward roughly, his arm around her, until her stomach is pressed against his turned out leg which such force that it takes her breath away. "Put your hands on your head," he hisses in her ear, renewing his grip on her.

    Her brain struggles to catch up as he flips her skirt up and brings his heavy hand down hard several times on her right cheek, causing her to wince and struggle to get away.


    She gasps and wriggles half way out of his grasp, her heart thumping in her chest. "Wh,h,hat? Did I.....?" Her words tumble out shrilly. "What did I say about the gum, Young Lady?" he asks as he reaches up swiftly and catches her by the scruff of the neck, like some naughty child, compelling her to bend over again. He grips the base of her neck painfully, and then tucks her skirt up into her waist band before yanking her panties down to mid thigh. "Shit!" She thinks to herself. "Shit! Shit! Shit! The gum! I forgot about the gum!"

    ~"Get rid of it now! You will not chew gum like some naughty teenager when you come to seeme? Is that understood? Get rid of it now. I won't tell you again." ~

    His words come flooding back. Their previous meeting had been the last straw. No more gum chewing when she comes to see him. She gasps and squirms as one hand holds her head down while the other pummels her backside, alternating back and forth, from one stinging cheek to the other.

    "No gum!"


    "Do you *not* understand the *no gum* thing?"


    "Do you need a paddle-accompanied lesson?"


    His hand falls harder, peppering her bottom with a flurry of stinging smacks.

    She is surprised and panic stricken, her bottom quickly becoming hot, she is rapidly feeling over powered and helpless, half standing, half leaning against him, her head forced down by the weight of his hand on her neck. The swats continue, covering both cheeks, her sit spots, the backs of her thighs and she gasps and wriggles. Her hands slip off of her head and she instinctively brings them down to protect her bottom.

    "What did I say?" he asks seething, as he grabs the back of her hair roughly and pulls, forcing her head up to look at him. She opens and closes her mouth as if to say something but no words come out. His jaw tightens and he lets go of her hair to pick up the wooden paddle.

    Her knees go weak when she sees the paddle and her hands immediately go back to her head, her fingers lacing together to keep from moving. "No, please! I am sorry! I won't move!" She pleads with her voice... her eyes.....and then by brute force, she is tipped forward again, the blood rushing to her face, and he grabs her around the waist and tucks her securely under his arm.


    The paddle comes down on her left cheek and instantly the pain fills her head.


    She gulps for air, puffing and wheezing as the paddle comes down again on her right cheek, the heat spreading like a swarm of angry fire ants.


    The paddle descends and lands on each cheek again and again until she is whimpering, her chest heaving, her head swimming, and her bottom is completely on fire. He stops for a moment, and using the width of paddle, he pushes against her inner thighs, forcing her legs apart.

    She is shaking now, her face flushed and sweaty, her bottom smoldering. "Do not make me repeat this lesson again, Young Lady." The tone of his voice is almost mild and he brings the paddle up high. "Or I will make you a very sorry little girl." She nods meekly and then bites her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming as the paddle lands on the tender fleshy part of her upper thighs.


    She gasps and chokes, her body bucking and flailing, as he deftly turns the backs of both thighs a deep shade of pink.

    "No more gum and no more making me repeat my lessons, do you understand, Young Lady?" She nods numbly before replying hoarsly, "Yes Sir," and then suddenly, she is being pulled up, up, up; strong hands grabbing her waist, pulling, supporting her arms, till she is standing up right once again, just outside the bathroom door, trembling.

    "Good. Now we can get on with....how did you put it, exactly? A session that tests your emotional and physical limits?"

    To be continued.......