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Spankable Bottom

I grew up in East Asia. Spanking at school was very common there, and I got it frequently. In fact I was spanked more often compared to my mates, in spite of the fact that I was as “good” or “bad” as they were.
After some time I was spanked twice per week. Basically I never objected to being spanked, it aroused me a lot and I loved to show my bare bottom to the teachers and see them getting aroused when they saw it and touched it up. But many of them wanted to cane me, and that was not acceptable, because I often had stripes on my bottom, and being caned on an already striped bottom was not bearable. So caning was limited to about once in three weeks.
I wondered, why just me got spanked so frequently, and finally found out: Among teachers I was said to possess the” most spankable bottom at the school”. I finally found out what “spankable” means “ : Not too big, not too small, soft but at the same time solid, completely flawless and pristine, the skin tender and smooth. And one item seemed to be very important for a spanker to call a bottom “spankable”: The bottom should be kept relaxed during the spanking, to make sure the buttocks jiggled and wobbled under the impact of hand, belt or cane.
At one side I was proud to own a “spankable “ bottom, on the other side I sometimes would have preferred to be spanked less frequently. But basically I was proud of what I`ve got. I also was said to own “heavenly” thighs, and indeed many of the teachers had a business with feeling up my thighs in connection with a spanking, preferably at the inner side of my plump and chubby upper thighs, where the skin was ( and still is ) very smooth and soft.
On the other hand, as a consequence, I seemed to be “ off limits” to boys, kind of “spared” to teachers only, which I regretted. I always longed to have a cock in my hands,play with it, se it becoming bigger and bigger, finally being fully erect and then see the stuff spurting out. Or take it in my mouth, feel it getting bigger there, feel the hot stuff spurting out and swallow it. And I could do that with boys of my school only, not with teachers
So what I did, (being absolutely not “shy”) : I simply addressed one of the boys and said: “wanna have fun with me this afternoon?”
Normally he would be very surprised, get red in the face, and after some seconds would hastily agree. I dismissed him then, ( “at four in front of the school!”)and he would get off, hardly able to believe what he heard.
He would be there, always, and we went to a secluded place.
“Want to feel up my bottom and thighs?” I asked.
“Yes oh yes!”
I let down my jeans and panties, pushed up my T-shirt and stood in front of him, naked below my waist and said : "Go on!”
He started feeling up my bottom, patting and rubbing it.
After a while I said:”Wanna feel my thighs also?”
“ Sure !” he said, gasping already.
“Then go on. I keep my weight on my right foot, then you better feel up my left thigh, which is soft and relaxed then, so its more pleasure to you.”
It went always the same way: He would soon get his hand at the inner side of my upper thigh, caressing the soft and smooth skin.
After a few minutes I say.”O.k. now. Do you want to spank me?”
“You mean…..,do you mean???”
“Yes,that’s what I mean!”
“”Sure, if you allow me?”
“ I do!”
I remain standing up. And he starts spanking, smacking gently his hand on my bare buttocks.
“ That`s not a spanking. Smack harder !”
I bent forward now, and parted my legs, providing full view on my pussy.
He smacked harder now, but I encouraged him to smack really hard finally.
I turned my head and asked :”Like it?”
What a question! He was deeply red in the face, gasping.
“Well, lets come to the end. Give me five really hard whacks, then over!”
He gave me five, and they hurt.
I dressed, and said: "You need relieve, don`t you?”
I pointed at the big bulge in front of his trousers. He nodded, and I took out his stiffie and gave him a blow job, twice, taking my time and enjoying it
Afterwards I asked: “Wanna repeat that one day?”
“Yes,yes,sure I want.!”
“You may, under one condition: You don`t tell anyone about this, o.k?”
He promised, and indeed I never heard one of the boys talked about our “session”.

 
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