Message-ID: <45768asstr$1070964607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "MrHeadmstr" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 08 Dec 2003 18:19:43 EST X-UserInfo1: O@ZWCZSETBWIR_X[\BCBNWX@RJ_XPDLMN@GZ_GYO^ZUDUWYAKVUOPCW[ML\JXUCKVFDYZKBMSFX^OMSAFNTINTDDMVW[X\THOPXZRVOCJTUTPC\_JSBVX\KAOTBAJBVMZTYAKMNLDI_MFDSSOLXINH__FS^\WQGHGI^C@E[A_CF\AQLDQ\BTMPLDFNVUQ_VM X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 08 Dec 2003 23:19:43 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The Spanking Club, By Leilani Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 05:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw Posted with permission. All rights reserved by Leilani. The Spanking Club By Leilani I've been into spanking as long as I can remember. I remember lying on the exam table with my panties down, getting my pre-school vaccinations, hoping the nurse would give me a spank right after the shot. I knew I made a tempting picture. My parents were progressive----they never spanked me. Where did I get the idea?......Television. Cartoons. Mighty Mouse, my favorite hero, would frequently spank a villain. Somehow, it always looked pleasurable. I have to admit I actually wanted them to spank me----except when I was mad. Then I just went into my room and slammed the door, trying to retain my dignity. But I still had this dream of perfect parents. They would be no-nonsense, very serious, but loving, with very definite boundaries, and they would spank me unfailingly and diligently for every little offense. Never out of anger, but with the unrealistic expectations of raising the ideal child, and completely controlling my behavior. They would cherish, love me, and devote their complete attention to shaping my life. By spanking me, I would feel my will slip completely into their control, allowing their greater knowledge and stronger will to guide and protect me. In reality, my parents were real people with faults, never claiming perfection, very democratic and egalitarian-----always asking us kids for our opinion. Then taking a family vote before a major decision was made. They had a low opinion of demagogues. They let me know they valued my friendship and point of view, enough to treat me as an adult at age three. And believe me, it takes a lot of imagination to cast a three year old as an adult. But they did. So I instinctively knew at a very young age, I couldn't tell them what I was really thinking. As a child I knew no bounds of reality, and lived in a world of daydreams. Fantasized of cartoon characters getting spanked----sometimes all night long---till I was exhausted by morning. But I lived in this world all alone, never able to tell a soul, until I met Jimmy. Jimmy was an angel, I met him the first week of kindergarten---I had just turned five. Normally I don't like boys with braces---but he was sitting their in our playhouse, eyes sparkling, "This child needs a spanking!!" He placed one of our dolls across his lap, and vigorously began to noisily slap her latex rubber bottom! I moved closer in, I could feel male hormones. He was all boy! I offered him my doll, "Tiny Tears has been bad, too." Looking up, he gratefully accepted the new victim, and began to tear into her as hard as could. Thankfully for Tiny Tears, our teacher horrified at our behavior, rescued her, and sent Jimmy over to play with trains with his proper peers. But I had made up my mind, somehow I was going to entice Jimmy to play house with me. That was my first crush. Jimmy was everything Daddy wasn't. Reckless, fun-loving, daring, always glowing with excitement. Jimmy would smart off to the teacher, after she had pulled him out into the halls to paddle him. He would talk back, and she would have to pull him out and paddle him again, just to save face! He had courage! I'd be sitting with my face on the desk, listening to the sharp cracks of the paddle, wishing I had the guts to do what Jimmy did! The other children were thoroughly mesmerized and frightened. "I bet our teacher is having fun!" someone behind me whispered. He really wasn't an annoyance. Our teacher had a crush on him, too. Blue eye, curly blond hair, he looked like a cherub! Well, I was in love. Thought of him day and night. I use to stand in back of him at the cafeteria line, so when the kids shoved, I would fall forwards and feel the warmth of his body. He always pulled back, and I could feel the electricity shooting through my body. Boys always think they are better than girls, and like to act arrogant and aloof---but I could tell that he really liked me. I finally got my chance. We had a big family party over New Years, and I told Mommy we had to have Jimmy over. Mommy smiled, knowingly like mothers do, and said that she was good friends with Jimmy's parents, and she would see what she could do. Well, I finally had Jimmy, and my other four cousins---including Yukkkkkkkk, Marilyn, in the play room. Marilyn was everything I hated, feminine, blond curly hair down to her waist tied up in ribbons, turquoise eyes, she had the mind of a demon cloaked in the body of an angel. Spoiled by too much loving. Once when we were three and a half, she got me so mad, I raised a fist to hit her. I stood there for the longest time---trying to decide whether or not to swing that blow--- and that big sissy just looked up at me and burst into tears! So I got in trouble anyway, there was no way I could convince anyone I didn't hit her. I had told Jimmy all about Marilyn---and the way he winked at me--- I knew that he would help me take revenge. "Let's play school", I said pulling out the black board and setting up a neat row of little plastic chairs. I'll be the teacher, and Jimmy's going to be the principal. I'm very assertive and usually able to get the other kids to play by my rules. Marilyn, as spoiled as she is, still just smiles and knuckles under---and my other cousins, they were about a year or so, younger than me. "Get out your books, I want to see everybody's homework!" I said, decisively tapping a ruler into my palm. Critically I walked down the rows looking at everybody's papers. "Marilyn!!! Are you chewing gum!!" "Your Mommy gave me this gum." Looks aren't everything. Boy! Let me tell you, Marilyn is dumb! I glared. "Stand up young Lady, and take that gum out of your mouth! You know the rules. You're getting five licks for chewing gum in class!!" Marilyn looked frightened, stood up, and spit out the gum into the trash. "You're chewing gum too, Tricia." Forcefully I rapped my plastic ruler on her wooden desk, then dramatically waved it at Jimmy. "Don't you dare talk back to me, little girl! You're going immediately, to the principal's office!" Marilyn's eyes opened wide, and her hands trembled. She looked anxiously at Jimmy, who was smiling---sitting on the bed, smacking a wooden paddle ball set against his thigh. She forgot that we were just playing, and thought that she was really in trouble. My three year old cousin snickered, even they thought she was incredibly dumb! Jimmy, charming as usual, put on a stern face, and patted the bed, indicating he wanted her to lean forwards. Marilyn gave a gasp----but so use to following blind authority, tried to daintily position herself. I came over, to grasp her hands, and the other cousins wanted a better view----I knew we were all going to have to hold her. Turns out, I ended up on top of her, straddling her as she laid face down across the bed, one cousin holding her wrists, and the other had her by the hair. Jimmy pulled up her skirts and petticoats, she was wearing blue bird underwear. I smacked her plump cheeks alternately with both hands rapidly---they bounced and felt surprisingly pillow-soft. "Let Jimmy spank her with the paddle." Jimmy winked at me, and since I was a nastier child than most, I grabbed the elastic band and pulled down her panties exposing small naked buttocks. "Ohhhhhhhh" she protested. Jimmy drew back his arm and brought it down with full swing, SPANK!!!! SPANK!!!!!! SPANK!!!!! SPANK!!!!!!! I had full view, and watched her cheeks contract, twist and turn slightly pink. "Argghhhh" I continued rapidly smacking her with my open palms and distributed the color. "Okay, she's ready now." I gave Jimmy a nod. He pulled back his arm and delivered them as hard as he could. SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!SPANK!!!!! SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!! "Wahhhhhhh-------- Tricia, I thought that you said I was getting five licks!!" I'm glad I'm not as dumb as Marilyn. Apparently, she didn't realize that we were all having such a wonderful time, that we were unlikely to stop-----until we were bored. All my cousins alternately took turns hand-spanking her satin soft skin. It was fun watching her baby fat bounce up and down, contort, and her chubby feet kick and squirm. And Jimmy, enthusiastically delivered five licks in between all the hand spanking. SPANK!!! SPANK!!!!!SPANK!!!! "She is really crying now." My three year old cousin sounded concerned. Her butt was cherry red----I put my hand on it and loved feeling the warmth. Owwwwwwwwed and Ahhhhhhhed and all my cousins followed suit. "Okay", I said regretfully, "Let her up." "Marilyn", I said wiping away her tears. "If you dare tell anyone about this, I'll have Jimmy spank you twice as hard!" Marilyn surprisingly didn't tell. None of my cousins did. As a matter of fact, she even let us spank her a few more times after that incident. But she was never really into it. And Jimmy----well, that was kindergarten. In one year he grew up, and didn't want to play with girls anymore. Mommy says I'll just have to wait until he's 16 or 17 before he comes around again. I think I will wait...........he's worth it. -- MrHeadmstr, Partner Crimson Moon Ltd. www.crimson-moon-ltd.com ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+