Answering the classifies
I set looking through the Saturday classifieds when I saw that ad again, it said, “Have you been naughty. Do you need/want Teacher, Ms. Smith to bend you across her desk and administer the board of education?? You can receive all the swats you want and need at a special price of $50.00. Come to 666 Witch-whacking Lane between 1:00 and 4:00 PM, Sunday only. Dress appropriately. 18+ only.“.
I grew up in the generation after teachers/Principals were allowed to paddle misbehaved students. So my interest in teacher/student paddling was not from watching others receive swats but as I meditated on the ad, I thought about my desire to experience a OTD teacher paddling. I first became intrigued with spanking when I was 14, watching a John Wayne classic, “McLintock”, the spanking scenes stimulated me beyond belief. Watching Stefanie Powers and Maureen O’Hara get whacked by Patrick Wayne and John Wayne really gave me a hard on. I secretly started reading OTD school spanking stories, I found that I preferred the OTD female teacher/student spanking stories to others.
Then when I was a junior, 1993, a parent/Teacher’s group wanted to bring back the paddle in schools, ironically almost all of them had never been paddled. My parents signed on to their cause. This opened the opportunity to ask my parents about their school spankings, thinking that in the 70’s they still paddled students. They put me off other than to say that “every student needs to good whacking” this stimulated me more. However my grandparents said that my parents knew a lot more about being paddled than they were saying. Granddad said that mom and dad didn’t espouse it like he and grandma did.
My grandparents went to high school in the early 60s, they thought getting whacked was a badge of courage. He said that in his high school that teacher’s had the authority to just bring you to the front of the class, bend you over their desk and swat you in front of the class up to 10 whacks. Granddad said that grandma was pretty hot in her day and during her senior year, on picture-day, dressed in a thin rap around skirt with thong panties (she didn’t want panty lines), she ticked off ms. Jones and got ten of her best with her wooden paddle. (Ms. Jones had a reputation for paddling hard and often.). It was quite entertaining to watch her fanny jiggle under the force of ms. Jones’ whacks. Grandma hearing the conversation said that granddad was the only person to get ten whacks in all seven class periods in one day. They called him the swat king.
They talked in detail and with pride about their school paddlings. And here I was wanting a OTD teacher paddling, having an opportunity, and afraid to carry through. The more I thought, the more I convinced myself that tomorrow was going to be my day.
I got up about 9:00am, bathed, and thought about what was appropriate dress for a teacher’s paddling. I thought about school uniforms in private schools, so I put on a pair of loose black dress slacks with a white crew shirt. (I wanted to experience the full effect on the whacking, so I decided to fore-go my underwear, thinking this was an over the clothes spanking.)
I decided it would be good to go to church and pray for courage. The ad’s address was only a short walk from the church, so I left my vehicle there. The house was in a upper middle class neighborhood . It was about 2:00pm when I arrived, I was about to knocked, when I saw the sign that read, “Do not knock, just come in “, so I did. Upon entering I saw Suzy, a hot blonde , from my Tennis class at the local Community College. She was dressed in a black micro miniskirt, a opaque white low cut shirt with a push-up shelf bra. I couldn’t stop my excitement from showing without underwear and my thin loose dress pants tented with excitement. I sat down, waiting my turn, behind a man in his 50’s, a guy my age, and a woman about 30.
They all showed ID’s, signing a form, paid the fee, and went upstairs to a room to wait their time. When it was my turn, Suzy greeted me and asked “Hi Scott, I didn’t take you for a spanko,” I responded “ I’ve been interested in spanking for a long time and thought I should experience it for myself. How about you?” Suzy blushed , “A little, I am training to be a Dominatrix. If you like what you receive today, I would be glad to give you a private lesson in the future?” I questioned , Are you Ms. Smith?” Suzy replied, “No, that’s my mother. Anyway I need to see your ID, your $50.00 and your’John Henry’ on this form.”
“What am I signing?” I inquired. Suzy, “Well- it says that you are employing Ms. Smith’s services for the price of $50.00 and that you are allowing her to bend you over her desk, restrain you, and paddle you with her Lexan paddle as many times that she thinks you deserve. And finally that you won’t sue her for anything that happens during the session. Ms Smith guarantees that no customer will leave wanting more.” I signed and as I went to get up Suzy whispered, “ Scott I almost forgot the “safe word” today is ‘more’”. I questioned her and she replied,” I know it sounds weird but with my mom swinging her paddle it’s the last thing anyone would say.” With that I went upstairs to wait my turn.
As I walked upstairs Ms Smith was came out of a adjoining room. She had just finished a client who was rubbing his bottom and thanking her for her service. The older man went next and entered the adjoining room with ms. Smith. The door was closed and I sat with the other two clients. I introduced myself to the 30-some lady, asking if this was her first? She said her name was Sally and no, she comes every week or so, “it helps me focus among other things “. I introduced myself to the other guy, whose name was Dave and asked him if it was his first and he said, “yes” I confessed to him that it was my first and that I have always wanted to experience this but was afraid.
Then we began to hear loud swats coming from the adjacent room, along with sounds of pain. I tried to count the swats, it seemed like sets of ten, about a second between each and 15-20 seconds between sets. I lost count of the sets but they emerged after 20minutes.
Shortly before the session ended our newbie friend Dave bolted, I guess the sound of the session was too much. I turned to Sally and said, “I guess you are next?” She laughed.
Ms. Smith emerged with the older guy, who thanked her for his session and then left. Ms. Smith greeted Sally cheerfully and they entered her room. During this time 4 more clients arrived, I guess this is a greater need/want for Fanny-whacking in the community than I thought.
Sally’s time was just as loud and maybe a few minutes longer. My time had arrived, should I bolt like Dave or be brave and enter. That seemed to be answered for me when Ms. Smith and Sally emerged. She hugged Ms Smith, said “I’ll see you next week “, and left. Ms Smith called my name and I responded like a dutiful naughty student, I think I was too embarrassed for everyone there to think I was a coward.
Once in her room, she introduced herself and asked my biographical information. We chatted at first, then she asked my interest in spanking and especially teacher/student paddling. I relayed my long interest and my grandparents experience. She asked my past experiences, which were none, and we began.
She directed me to her desk which was a little higher than the normal desk. She showed me her paddle, which was clear plastic about 3/8 inches thick and said that it “stung like hell but left less bruising.” She then had me bend over and grab the other side of the desk. Putting restraints on my wrist and arms, She explained that they were to prevent me from moving and putting my hands on my bottom when she is swatting me. She then put restraints on my legs and a cross my back for the same reason. I noticed that the restraints fixed me in perfect swatting posture unable to move. She then said, “we’re both adults here and to give you the maximum experience I will be paddling you on your bare derrière. With that said she undid my belt and zipper, yanking my pants to my knees. I was completely embarrassed, never been naked in front of a woman and aroused because the way she and her daughter dress, I had a full sail. She noticed I didn’t wear underwear and thought that I was wise and prepared for a epic adventure.
She then asked if I was comfortable and said let’s begin. Ms Smith’s first swat was intense and showed no mercy. As the pain vibrated through my body I shouted, “oh my god”. At that Ms Smith informed me that she would not allow such outbursts and said that I needed to subdue my outbursts and take it like a man. She said that because of my unrestrained emotional expression we needed to start again.
With those instructions as she began a volley of 10 swats . I was so afraid to make a sound that I muffled my normal reaction as Ms smith’s whacks took my breath away. When she finished the first 10 I was so breathless from the experience that I said nothing. After about 10 seconds Ms Smith delivered a second set of 10. I thought this is a good time for the safe word so I softly whisper “more please “. She responded by lighting my ass on fire with a third set of volleys. At this point I am crying and out of breath but I manage to say a little louder “more please”. She then administered a double set of 20 for the 4th volley of swats. Now after 50 whacks I needed her to stop so I spoke forcefully and with some anger “dam-it I said more please “. She again vibrated my bottom with a double set of swats that caused my erection to be satisfied. I thought to myself maybe I need to apologize for my language and just say politely “more “. So I tried that only to receive my another set of 20 volleys. Through my tears and pain I again ask “more”, but this time Ms smith said, “I have never not given more swats then asked for but your derrière is begging for me to stop. If you want more I suggest you allow your bottom to heal for a week and come back“.
She then removed the restraints and allowed me to rub my bottom, it was hot to the touch and putting my slacks on was painful. I then asked her why she didn’t stop when I used the “safe word “. Ms smith replied, “this is a OTD teacher paddling there is no “safe word“. I said that Suzy said the “safe word “ for today was “more”. Ms smith questioned, “how do you know my daughter name?” I said, “we have a tennis class together at the Community College. She laughed hard, then said, “I think you are the victim of a naughty college prank and Suzy has been very naughty!” I sighed, “well thank you for a very intense first spanking experience. I’ll have to thank suzy for making it a maximum pleasure.
As we entered the attached room, I gave Ms Smith a hug, thanked her, and told everyone to ask for the ultra-whacking it will light up your life. Going down stairs I saw Suzy void of customers and as I approached her she asked how my experience went? I said it was significant more than I expected. She laughed and inquired how many I received? I said her little prank got me 90 swats. Suzy, “wow how could you endure so many?? I said you owe me a date. Suzy, okay I get done about 5:00. Then more clients arrived. I said goodbye and see you at five. She blued me a kiss and I left. Walking three blocks back to my car were painful but as I reflected on my experience I was satisfied to fulfill my longstanding desire and also get a date with the most beautiful woman I know. Life is good.
I grew up in the generation after teachers/Principals were allowed to paddle misbehaved students. So my interest in teacher/student paddling was not from watching others receive swats but as I meditated on the ad, I thought about my desire to experience a OTD teacher paddling. I first became intrigued with spanking when I was 14, watching a John Wayne classic, “McLintock”, the spanking scenes stimulated me beyond belief. Watching Stefanie Powers and Maureen O’Hara get whacked by Patrick Wayne and John Wayne really gave me a hard on. I secretly started reading OTD school spanking stories, I found that I preferred the OTD female teacher/student spanking stories to others.
Then when I was a junior, 1993, a parent/Teacher’s group wanted to bring back the paddle in schools, ironically almost all of them had never been paddled. My parents signed on to their cause. This opened the opportunity to ask my parents about their school spankings, thinking that in the 70’s they still paddled students. They put me off other than to say that “every student needs to good whacking” this stimulated me more. However my grandparents said that my parents knew a lot more about being paddled than they were saying. Granddad said that mom and dad didn’t espouse it like he and grandma did.
My grandparents went to high school in the early 60s, they thought getting whacked was a badge of courage. He said that in his high school that teacher’s had the authority to just bring you to the front of the class, bend you over their desk and swat you in front of the class up to 10 whacks. Granddad said that grandma was pretty hot in her day and during her senior year, on picture-day, dressed in a thin rap around skirt with thong panties (she didn’t want panty lines), she ticked off ms. Jones and got ten of her best with her wooden paddle. (Ms. Jones had a reputation for paddling hard and often.). It was quite entertaining to watch her fanny jiggle under the force of ms. Jones’ whacks. Grandma hearing the conversation said that granddad was the only person to get ten whacks in all seven class periods in one day. They called him the swat king.
They talked in detail and with pride about their school paddlings. And here I was wanting a OTD teacher paddling, having an opportunity, and afraid to carry through. The more I thought, the more I convinced myself that tomorrow was going to be my day.
I got up about 9:00am, bathed, and thought about what was appropriate dress for a teacher’s paddling. I thought about school uniforms in private schools, so I put on a pair of loose black dress slacks with a white crew shirt. (I wanted to experience the full effect on the whacking, so I decided to fore-go my underwear, thinking this was an over the clothes spanking.)
I decided it would be good to go to church and pray for courage. The ad’s address was only a short walk from the church, so I left my vehicle there. The house was in a upper middle class neighborhood . It was about 2:00pm when I arrived, I was about to knocked, when I saw the sign that read, “Do not knock, just come in “, so I did. Upon entering I saw Suzy, a hot blonde , from my Tennis class at the local Community College. She was dressed in a black micro miniskirt, a opaque white low cut shirt with a push-up shelf bra. I couldn’t stop my excitement from showing without underwear and my thin loose dress pants tented with excitement. I sat down, waiting my turn, behind a man in his 50’s, a guy my age, and a woman about 30.
They all showed ID’s, signing a form, paid the fee, and went upstairs to a room to wait their time. When it was my turn, Suzy greeted me and asked “Hi Scott, I didn’t take you for a spanko,” I responded “ I’ve been interested in spanking for a long time and thought I should experience it for myself. How about you?” Suzy blushed , “A little, I am training to be a Dominatrix. If you like what you receive today, I would be glad to give you a private lesson in the future?” I questioned , Are you Ms. Smith?” Suzy replied, “No, that’s my mother. Anyway I need to see your ID, your $50.00 and your’John Henry’ on this form.”
“What am I signing?” I inquired. Suzy, “Well- it says that you are employing Ms. Smith’s services for the price of $50.00 and that you are allowing her to bend you over her desk, restrain you, and paddle you with her Lexan paddle as many times that she thinks you deserve. And finally that you won’t sue her for anything that happens during the session. Ms Smith guarantees that no customer will leave wanting more.” I signed and as I went to get up Suzy whispered, “ Scott I almost forgot the “safe word” today is ‘more’”. I questioned her and she replied,” I know it sounds weird but with my mom swinging her paddle it’s the last thing anyone would say.” With that I went upstairs to wait my turn.
As I walked upstairs Ms Smith was came out of a adjoining room. She had just finished a client who was rubbing his bottom and thanking her for her service. The older man went next and entered the adjoining room with ms. Smith. The door was closed and I sat with the other two clients. I introduced myself to the 30-some lady, asking if this was her first? She said her name was Sally and no, she comes every week or so, “it helps me focus among other things “. I introduced myself to the other guy, whose name was Dave and asked him if it was his first and he said, “yes” I confessed to him that it was my first and that I have always wanted to experience this but was afraid.
Then we began to hear loud swats coming from the adjacent room, along with sounds of pain. I tried to count the swats, it seemed like sets of ten, about a second between each and 15-20 seconds between sets. I lost count of the sets but they emerged after 20minutes.
Shortly before the session ended our newbie friend Dave bolted, I guess the sound of the session was too much. I turned to Sally and said, “I guess you are next?” She laughed.
Ms. Smith emerged with the older guy, who thanked her for his session and then left. Ms. Smith greeted Sally cheerfully and they entered her room. During this time 4 more clients arrived, I guess this is a greater need/want for Fanny-whacking in the community than I thought.
Sally’s time was just as loud and maybe a few minutes longer. My time had arrived, should I bolt like Dave or be brave and enter. That seemed to be answered for me when Ms. Smith and Sally emerged. She hugged Ms Smith, said “I’ll see you next week “, and left. Ms Smith called my name and I responded like a dutiful naughty student, I think I was too embarrassed for everyone there to think I was a coward.
Once in her room, she introduced herself and asked my biographical information. We chatted at first, then she asked my interest in spanking and especially teacher/student paddling. I relayed my long interest and my grandparents experience. She asked my past experiences, which were none, and we began.
She directed me to her desk which was a little higher than the normal desk. She showed me her paddle, which was clear plastic about 3/8 inches thick and said that it “stung like hell but left less bruising.” She then had me bend over and grab the other side of the desk. Putting restraints on my wrist and arms, She explained that they were to prevent me from moving and putting my hands on my bottom when she is swatting me. She then put restraints on my legs and a cross my back for the same reason. I noticed that the restraints fixed me in perfect swatting posture unable to move. She then said, “we’re both adults here and to give you the maximum experience I will be paddling you on your bare derrière. With that said she undid my belt and zipper, yanking my pants to my knees. I was completely embarrassed, never been naked in front of a woman and aroused because the way she and her daughter dress, I had a full sail. She noticed I didn’t wear underwear and thought that I was wise and prepared for a epic adventure.
She then asked if I was comfortable and said let’s begin. Ms Smith’s first swat was intense and showed no mercy. As the pain vibrated through my body I shouted, “oh my god”. At that Ms Smith informed me that she would not allow such outbursts and said that I needed to subdue my outbursts and take it like a man. She said that because of my unrestrained emotional expression we needed to start again.
With those instructions as she began a volley of 10 swats . I was so afraid to make a sound that I muffled my normal reaction as Ms smith’s whacks took my breath away. When she finished the first 10 I was so breathless from the experience that I said nothing. After about 10 seconds Ms Smith delivered a second set of 10. I thought this is a good time for the safe word so I softly whisper “more please “. She responded by lighting my ass on fire with a third set of volleys. At this point I am crying and out of breath but I manage to say a little louder “more please”. She then administered a double set of 20 for the 4th volley of swats. Now after 50 whacks I needed her to stop so I spoke forcefully and with some anger “dam-it I said more please “. She again vibrated my bottom with a double set of swats that caused my erection to be satisfied. I thought to myself maybe I need to apologize for my language and just say politely “more “. So I tried that only to receive my another set of 20 volleys. Through my tears and pain I again ask “more”, but this time Ms smith said, “I have never not given more swats then asked for but your derrière is begging for me to stop. If you want more I suggest you allow your bottom to heal for a week and come back“.
She then removed the restraints and allowed me to rub my bottom, it was hot to the touch and putting my slacks on was painful. I then asked her why she didn’t stop when I used the “safe word “. Ms smith replied, “this is a OTD teacher paddling there is no “safe word“. I said that Suzy said the “safe word “ for today was “more”. Ms smith questioned, “how do you know my daughter name?” I said, “we have a tennis class together at the Community College. She laughed hard, then said, “I think you are the victim of a naughty college prank and Suzy has been very naughty!” I sighed, “well thank you for a very intense first spanking experience. I’ll have to thank suzy for making it a maximum pleasure.
As we entered the attached room, I gave Ms Smith a hug, thanked her, and told everyone to ask for the ultra-whacking it will light up your life. Going down stairs I saw Suzy void of customers and as I approached her she asked how my experience went? I said it was significant more than I expected. She laughed and inquired how many I received? I said her little prank got me 90 swats. Suzy, “wow how could you endure so many?? I said you owe me a date. Suzy, okay I get done about 5:00. Then more clients arrived. I said goodbye and see you at five. She blued me a kiss and I left. Walking three blocks back to my car were painful but as I reflected on my experience I was satisfied to fulfill my longstanding desire and also get a date with the most beautiful woman I know. Life is good.
