When I was at school we used to have a Travel Week in the summer term when each year would be offered a range of excursions by coach or train - castles, historic sites, wildlife parks, art galleries, all sorts of things. I was in a coach that went to an old castle. We tramped round, drew pictures and diagrams of important parts, and filled in charts and so on before we ate our packed lunches. After lunch I went off to have a quiet pee because I could not be bothered to go down to the public ones. I found a really quiet spot and just as I was finishing and about to pull up my panties, two of the bigger girls found me behind a tree and they jumped on me, laughing and pulled my panties back down and then off. I was so embarrassed that they were looking at my pussy but I was powerless against the two strong girls. They said I was a very naughty girl to pee outdoors like that and would have to be punished. At that second I felt a tremendous surge of excitement which was not like anything I had known before. One held me down over her knees while she spanked me on my bare bottom. This girl, Kate, I had always liked but the second one, Mel, although she was dark and exciting, always made it clear she didn't like me because I was a "rich bitch". While Kate was slapping my ass and igniting the warmth in my pussy into a raging inferno, Mel took advantage of my sexual frenzy by moving to squat at my face with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties lowered past her knees. Regardless of my resentment towards her, I could not keep my tongue out of her pussy. I licked up the free flowing juices and dug deep into her cunt to capture more of the addictive nectar. I wanted to suck her pussy until my jaws ached.
Even more than the thrill of sucking Mel, I enjoyed being pressed down by Kate whose knees were brown and warm and smelt lovely but the spanking was even more wonderful. It went on and on, harder and harder until Kate suddenly stopped. "That's enough," she said. "I'm afraid I've hurt her. I'm marking her. Her bums all red." And I could feel my bottom getting very hot. I begged her to stop but I was loving it, wildly excited and when I could, I pressed my bare wet pussy against Kate's knees and thighs. She was getting flushed too. It was the combination of being spanked and hurt and dominated while being forced' to suck Mel's pussy that brought on the almost unbearable orgasm, with my pussy gushing and cumming all over Kate's gorgeous thighs.
They ran off and left me soon afterwards. While I tried to get tidy again, I couldn't keep from rubbing my cunt harder and harder to make that feeling endure. Back on the bus they were both really unpleasant, telling everyone what a filthy slut I was and that they saw me pissing in the trees and that I tried to get my hands under their skirts when they caught me. The entire journey home, every girl on the coach made fun of me and some would come back to where I sat alone and raise their skirts in an effort to expose my feelings of temptation. "Is this what you want to see, little queer girl?" and "I bet you wish I'd pull my panties down, don't you, pervert?" and "Does looking at my panties make your tongue hard?" came rolling off their sassy tongues all the way back and I cried and cried, helpless to defend myself against their taunts. But along with the fear and the tears, I felt surging excitement that I could barely contain as I imagined myself grabbing some of them by their beautiful thighs and pulling them down on the seat with me.
I was relieved when we moved that summer because my Dad got a new air force posting and I changed schools but I never seemed to have any chance of repeating that fantastic afternoon. I made new friends and we had summer sleepovers and parties, pajama and pillow fights and tickling but it was all so tame. SO tame! For years! There were a few girls like Mel, but I never liked them enough to get to know them. And a few like Kate but I could never find the nerve and the opportunity to entice them into any kind of relationship. Finding a woman who enjoys spanking you is many times more difficult than finding one who likes her pussy sucked. The chance of rejection is many times more certain and the resulting embarrassment, even with girls who are far outside the boundaries of socially approved behavior are usually shocked by such a request and react like you crawled out from under some rock. Once in a while my hormones would drive me to find a girl who would let me suck her pussy but, even then, I could not summon the courage to ask her to spank me. I would make broad hints but never happened to find one who recognized my need.
Very late in life I began to develop into something closer to a woman. My face lost its chubby baby fat and slimmed down to a well defined jaw line with high cheekbones and rather large, expressive eyes. Wearing my dark hair at medium length and very straight seemed to enhance my appearance quite a bit. I was told on several occasions that I was `beautiful' and that helped me gain some confidence but I was still the ugly duckling deep inside. My breasts kept growing until they reached an ample size with quite a flair in my hips and a well rounded ass that looked wonderful in a tight skirt which I favored.
I had all my fantasies in the next few years in college dreaming about our English teacher - I was always top in English. She was about forty and very fine looking with a wonderful smile which you hardly ever saw. As my obsession grew so did my desperation and I was really shocked that I was able to do some of the things I did. I used to sneak over to her house and try to peek through her windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of her partially dressed.
Then one day while I was crouched below one of her windows getting ready to slide up enough to see, she came flying around the corner of her house and grabbed me, lifting my frail body off the ground effortlessly. She carried me into her house over her shoulder with her hand on my ass, her fingers pushing in between my asscheeks. She stripped me and sat down on her bed, pulled me across her lap and spanked me and spanked me as I wriggled and cried and then really begged her to stop, but I would be getting wetter and wetter across her lap. She slipped her free hand under my hip down to my pussy and curled her fingers into my soaking wet cunt. She fingered me deeper and deeper as she spanked me harder and harder until at the very moment I screamed against the pain of the spanking I began to cum and cum with the simultaneous pleasure of the brutal fingering. She told me that if I wanted to see her pussy, I should first ask her permission, not sneak around like a burglar at her window. I guess I surprised her when I begged, "Please let me see your pussy then. I just want to look at it."
With all due deliberation, she urged me gently off her lap and onto my knees at her feet, between her legs. With one hand she lifted her skirt with a flourish while the other pulled the crotch of her panties aside. With the slightest pressure of her hand on the back of my neck, I leaned forward and started sucking her pussy with a voracity that was frightening. Soon she moaned, spread her legs wider and leaned back against the back of the couch. "Oh," she groaned, "it's been so long since anyone has wanted to do that."
We formed a relationship that lasted until she was transferred to another school and I went on to grad school. I still keep in touch with her via emails and most of our sex is of the cyber variety but I often reach orgasms reading about how she intends to spank me and put me on my knees the next time we meet. We do meet now and then but I have to be home on my holidays and she is in the opposite direction from my school to my home. I plan to get my t eaching credentials and apply for a job in any school in her town when I graduate. No one has ever spanked me like she can.