laugh.
My mother joked to my step dad, “Steve, you should put Leah over your knee and give her 18 spankings.”
He didn’t laugh. He just said, “Very funny,” and went back to cutting the cake into perfectly equal pieces. He’s very proper. He’s good-looking, though. He’s in his 40s, tan, in great shape from playing sports on weekends, has reddish blond hair. He always dresses neatly. He seems uptight to me. But I find that kind of sexy. Which is probably wrong.
I know he finds me sexy too. I’ve seen him check me out. I’m not bad looking. I think I’m pretty. I have long dark hair and small curves. I’m a little short, but nicely proportioned. Sometimes I purposely wear things that are skin-tight, just to see him squirm and pretend not to notice. My mother seems completely oblivious to the sexual tension between me and Steve.
Of course, I am obsessed with sex, maybe I’m just blowing this out of proportion. Then again my mother is sort of a free spirit. Maybe she wouldn’t even care if Steve and I were attracted to each other. Weird.
My friends went home around 10 pm. It’s a school night, so no slumber party. I just took a shower before bed and fantasized about Steve giving me that birthday spanking. That really turned me on. I masturbated quietly while the hot water ran down my back. But I still can’t stop thinking about him.
I climb into bed in a T-shirt and panties, wet hair spread out on my pillow. I fall asleep easily. And then I start to dream about Steve.
In the dream, Steve and I are at my high school in a classroom, but it’s empty. It’s the middle of the day, so that’s weird. I’m wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. I don’t go to a Catholic school in real life, so that’s weird too.
He’s sitting at the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. I’m sitting at a desk in the middle of the sea of student desks. Steve is looking at me sternly.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asks me angrily.
I feel ashamed. Though I don’t know why. “Sorry,” I say quietly.
“Come here,” he orders.
I stand and quickly walk up to his desk, with my eyes down.
“You need to be punished,” he says getting up from his desk and walking around it to where I am.
I say nothing. I see him pick up a yardstick from a nearby shelf. I shiver.
“Bend over the desk, Leah,” he says firmly.
I do as I’m told. I lie across the desk with my arms tucked close to my chest. Without warning he whacks the yardstick across my butt, my little plaid skirt barely covering me. I whimper. He whacks me with it again. He does it firmly, but not with too much pressure.
“Three,” he mutters as he spanks me again. He gets up to five and then he stops. I feel him reach up under my skirt. The suddenness of that makes me blush and shiver. I feel turned on, which seems wrong. I’m being punished. I shouldn’t enjoy it. Right?
He pushes the back of my skirt up, to expose my panty-covered ass. Without warning he spanks me with the yardstick again. It stings a little more. He does it a few more times until he gets up to 10. At which point I moan with pleasure.
He stops and stands perfectly still, perhaps surprised by my arousal. He doesn’t yell at me for it. I was almost afraid he would. Then I feel him slide his hand under my panties and pull them down. I feel them drop around my ankles. I try not to moan, but I am totally turned on right now.
Steve smacks my bare ass with the yardstick. It stings, but my butt cheeks are starting to go numb from all the spankings. He hits me with it three more times, taking his time. Then I suddenly feel him smack my ass with his hand. I moan loudly, uncontrollably. Then I fear I’ll get in trouble for that. He smacks me with his hand again.
Then again. “Seventeen,” he says quietly.
He smacks my ass firmly one last time. “Eighteen,” he mutters. He leaves his hand on my ass. I can feel my face turn red. He starts moving his hand around, rubbing my sore red bottom. He slips one finger down into my pussy suddenly. I gasp.
He slips another finger inside me. Then another. He starts to massage my pussy with his fingers. He slides around in my juices. I can hear him breathing heavily. My own breathing has sped up too. My pussy aches with pleasure as he rubs me. I start to moan.
“Oh, God, Leah,” he says quietly as he rubs me faster and harder. I start to moan loudly.
“Oh, God!” I shout as my orgasm rushes up to me. “Fuck, oh God! Uhh!” I grunt as I feel pleasure shoot through me hard. I feel myself spasm. Steve moans. I hear him unzipping his pants behind me. Then he pulls me a little closer to the edge of the desk. Suddenly I feel his cock teasing the entrance of my pussy.
“Oh, Steve…” I moan.
“Do you want me?” he asks breathlessly.
“Oh, God, yes…” I say, desperate for him.
He shoves his cock into me. It slides in easily because I’m so wet, but he is huge. I gasp. He groans and shudders a little bit. Then he starts to thrust himself in and out of my pussy. I groan loudly. His huge cock pressing the walls of my cunt feels wonderful. He fills me up over and over, getting slightly deeper each time. I am speechless with pleasure. His hips slap my ass as he drives his dick into me over and over.
“Oh, my God, Steve, oh, God…” I moan loudly as he rams his cock into me. He is panting and groaning as he fucks me. My hair is in two curly pigtails at the sides of my head and he grasps them now and gently pulls my head back, arching my back. I groan. I reach my hands in front of me and grab the edge of the desk. Then he lets go of my pigtails and reaches clumsily in front of me, groping for my breasts. He feels my small round breasts over my white button-up short-sleeved shirt.
I moan and he starts to massage my breasts through the shirt and really slam his dick into my pussy. We are both panting.
“Leah,” Steve says breathlessly. “You’re still in trouble.” I feel panic flood me. It mixes with the pleasure. “I’m giving you an ‘F’ for being a whore.” He slaps my ass one more time.
I feel pleasure surge up in me. It grips my body hard as I grunt loudly, “UGGGHH!” My body convulses a little bit. He shudders and grunts loudly as he shoots cum into my pussy. Then he pulls out of me quickly and pulls me to a standing position. I am breathing hard.
He circles his desk to look at me sternly and with wonder.
“You weren’t supposed to enjoy that,” he says. I look down. “You’re being punished. You’re supposed to feel bad.”
“I do,” I say, unconvincingly.
“Take your top off,” he says while unbuttoning his own shirt. I gingerly remove my conservative Catholic schoolgirl blouse. I leave on my white bra. He throws his own shirt to the ground and I can see his cock for the first time. It’s big. Nice. I’m a little distracted by it. He sees me staring down at it and stops to glare at me. I move my eyes up to his face.
“Take your bra off,” he says sternly. That makes me more nervous. All the venetian blinds are open to the daylight outside. Anyone can see us. But I nervously remove my bra, revealing my small round breasts.
“Now the skirt,” he says gruffly. He is watching me intently as he takes off the rest of his clothing.
I slide the skirt down off my hips. I step out of it and my panties. Then I kick off my saddle shoes and pull of my bobby socks. I feel quite naked.
“Lay across my desk,” he says soberly as he motions with his hand. I climb onto the desk and lie across it lengthwise, on my back. He walks around to the side near my legs and pulls me so my crotch is at the edge of the desk. He stands close to me so his cock, which is hard again, is at my pussy.
“Now does everyone have a good view?” he asks as he turns toward the classroom. I wonder who he is talking to and turn my head to look.
My mouth drops open as I see all my classmates there, looking very interested in what is going on. My face blushes deep red immediately. Everyone seems to have a stamp on their hand, and I realize this is a club, and you have to be 18 to get in. There is even a bouncer standing at the classroom door.
My step dad spreads my legs and lifts my knees up. Then he shoves his cock into my pussy as I’m staring at all the faces of my friends and classmates. I shudder. I turn to look at Steve.
He leans forward and grabs my wrists and presses them to the desk above my head. I shiver as he holds me
