real life spanking story.
last summer, a cute friend of mine, a very shy and very anxious girl, asked me for help at studying calculus.
she isn't stupid but she kept failing the exam for a long time, because of her anxiety problem.
i started giving her private lessons. after the first couple, i realized she was so anxious that she was
afraid of certain kind of exercises: they had her freezed, and choose random answer instead of following
the simple instructions i gave her. i confronted her about that, and asked her "what would you do
to someone who doesn't wanna listen and repeat always the same error, knowing tha she's doing wrong?"
and she said... " beat her" oh yeah, that was my moment. i take a pause. and i said
"well i can't beat you up...but we can actually do something... get up"
her eyes did freeze, "what..." "get up" and she does
"bend over"
"what do you wanna do... no!"
she should have felt my feral eyes right through her.
i grabbed her and after some seconds of wrestling i had her. i was knelt on one leg, and i had her belly on that leg.
i gave her some quick strokes in the enthusiasm, and then we looked at each other. she had submitted, and already seemed
to show a glimpse of complicity behind the humiliation. she asked me "how many?" i said "count 20 of them"
i had to hold her still after the first ten, twist her arm a bit.
after she was almost crying, the eyes were wet. shaking a little, she said that "you are evil"
then blurred something about if tomorrow i'll have the bruises and bla bla bla.
so i explained her that if she was to act as a baby i'd treat her as one, and that she needed the spanking.
she looked frail... oh, she is realy skinny, and always wore shorts. we are never been lovers, but we are quite
intimate, as i always gave her random massages to release the tension of her shoulders, and of her back...
NOw, the day after...
she came over again! it was so fun... once in a while, i gave her exercises i knew she would panick on... and she did,
everytime. and everytime i showed her that she was being a brat, choosing not to follow my instructions, but guessing clumsily.
So at the end of the study session we had an other spanking session. this time i had to force her to get up of her chair.
i even had to pull her ears! i had her on my knee, same as the first time. After the 12th stroke, i asked her how she felt
and she said she felt humiliated... i said her "is this too humiliating? let's see about this then" and i started unbottoning her shorts.
after some wrestling i zipped them down, and gave her a pair of smacks against her sweet green panties. then she
freaked out, and i let her pulle her shorts up. she thought the punishment was over, but got up and pushed her against
the desk. i made her face the desk, her pubic area leaning to the wood, and her back arched just a little by my hands
on her kidneys. i gave her 15 hard strokes. i love the sounds she make when she moan,there's nothing bitchy about it,
there is just her breath and voice suddenly broken by the unexpected pain.
also this time i need to talk to her for a while after the spanking, making her calm.
We had an other study session, but she was on a hurry, so even if she deserved it again, we postponed the spanking to the next session.
this led to our lovely last session, the day before the exam. she came with skin-tight trousers, almost leggings...
i began by explaing again to her what she always did wrong, about her being a brat, choosing to guess the answers instead
of working thtough the exercises the was afraid of. i told her that she actually did choose to fail,
to confirm to herself that she was a failure. She agreed with me... i explained her that she wanted to fail the exam, she wanted
to be punished... and her best chance was to be punished by me, on her ass, instead than getting punished by her brat-self by failing the exam.
i told her she had to be more scared of the spankings than scared of the exercised. that day she got punished two times, plus the other strokes
seh earned the other day... for an amount of sixty... and for the last ten i had her choosing between pulling down her trousers
and being beaten with a drum stick. she choosed the drum sticks and ohhh, you should have herd her cries.
she day after we spoke on the phone about her red arse, and i told her to take her time looking at it in the mirror, and
to think of it if she was to panick at the exam.
She send me a text, thanking me for all, aslo for the spanking.
dind't pass the exam, even if she scored better than before.... and these days, she about to taking it again!
already did some test which didn't go too good...
it seems like she will need some more private lessons.