(1) My very first contact with BDSM was when I was in school..

(1) My very first contact with BDSM was when I was in school - here’s my story. I wasn’t a bad girl, but I was pretty rebellious…I’m sure I drove a few teachers crazy with my antics. A few months before graduation, I was doing my usual disruptive routine in class, and my teacher called me out on it - I guess that after nearly a year, he finally reached his limit with me. After school that day, I ended up in his creepy dark office getting the lecture about proper behavior and all that. I wasn’t having any of it, and I could sense his frustration building till he gave up. Finally, I guess he accepted that he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, so he told me that my behavior deserved more serious consequences. He told me my behavior justified a week of what we called “in-school suspension” - that’s pretty much solitary confinement in school. For a social butterfly like me, that’s the worst possible punishment - no contact with any of my friends…you pretty much sit in a room with all the other outcasts and deviants doing nothing but schoolwork all day. In all honesty, it’s not funny.. I found myself asking if there was any other alternative. I could clean his classroom every day for a week, or maybe write a paper on the detrimental impact of unruly behavior in the classroom. He thought for a few moments and offered me an alternative that I never expected to hear. Instead of a week’s suspension, he’d let me off the hook if I’d willingly submit to a thorough spanking. I thought he was kidding about the spanking, but I figured I’d try to play along. I mean, in 21st-century America, what teacher would risk getting fired (or even arrested) for a- B using a student? After a few seconds of thought, I figured if a little spanking got me out of a week’s suspension, it seemed like a good idea. I accepted, though I never quite believed anything would come of it. It was an awkward moment. He was sitting behind his desk - he rolled his chair back and ordered me over to him. He told me to relax and he bent me over his knees such that my bottom was face-up on his lap. He held me in place using one of his arms across my back. I’m pretty small, and with my arms pinned under my body in that position, I felt quite helpless overall. He asked if I was ready, and I meekly told him to get on with it…a few seconds later, it started. The first spank hit was hard enough to take my breath away. I don’t know what I expected, but this was going to be way more than a few loves taps - he was doling out a serious be ati-ng. Weirdly, I didn’t want him to think he had conquered me, so I tried to hold my cries in. By the fifth spank, the tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was wincing in pain. I remember whimpering like a baby in a steady, quiet crying sound. On the other hand, he was totally silent, absorbed in his little task. By the tenth spank, something completely unexpected happened inside my brain. Yes, the pain was still pretty incredible, but somehow, I was starting to feel strangely warm and aroused by it. I didn’t say or do anything to let on - I would have been ashamed beyond words to admit that his spankings were turning me on - but I could feel it, and it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Somewhere in there, I expect that my wincing in pain was replaced by heavy breathing and a sense of calm. I stopped fearing the next spank and started looking forward to it in anticipation. I know it sounds sick to say, but I was loving it. I don’t remember the exact moment he did it, but along the way the spanking started feeling different - I realized he had lifted my skirt over my waist to get better leverage on my bottom. I’d entered a fairly oblivious state by then, but later on, I also recall him sliding my panties down. I didn’t resist, and to be honest, by then, I probably welcomed it. Having my bare bottom exposed to my teacher added a major sense of humiliation and powerlessness to the feelings I was already having, magnifying my arousal even further. More practically, besides adding to the arousal, the cool air against my skin helped dull the pain. The spanking continued like this and I seemed to lose track of time…I really couldn’t tell you if he was going at my bare bottom for five minutes or an hour. But with each moment, I became more aroused and hotter. In the beginning, I remember clenching my glutes and my legs together in response to each spank, especially when I realized my panties were gone…somewhere along the way, I started doing the opposite, spreading my legs slightly to get a little more “attention” on the sensitive parts. I knew he was probably getting a bird’s eye view of my most intimate parts and his hands were only inches away from them…part of me was horrified at the thought, but more of me loved it...... ...The story continues in the next post..