Ashley’s Diary — Sunday, April 5, 2009 (archives)

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Gloria and I were chatting in history class when all of a sudden our teacher appeared, and he was angry.  Both Gloria and I sat back in our chairs and faced the front of the classroom, but it was too late.  He was going to make an example of one of us, and — lucky for me — he picked Gloria to humiliate.

“Tell me, Gloria, why I shouldn’t spank you right now?”

“I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Stand up, Gloria.”  She stood up slowly.  He walked over to her desk, and stood very close to her.  She faced forward, her hands at her sides.  He craned his neck to look at the back of her pretty little miniskirt.  He gently smoothed it over her her pretty rump.  She winced, expecting him to spank her.  “Not yet, Gloria, not yet.  There will be plenty of time for your punishment.”  He looked at the clock.  The class period had just begun.  He ran his creepy old hands over her back, and smoothed the back of her skirt against her pretty little butt.  She was tense.  “Relax, Gloria,” he said.  “Relax,” he repeated, as he traced the beauty of her butt crack through her skirt.  Gloria did her best to relax her butt cheeks, and tried not to wince as he pushed the folds of her skirt into her crack.

“Come with me to the front of the classroom.”  He held out a hand, but Gloria didn’t take it.  She gulped, and followed him to the front of the room.  Can’t we just get this over with? she wanted to say.  But she kept quiet.  He rubbed her back and massaged her tense shoulders as they took the long walk to the front of the classroom.  She didn’t try to resist his advances.  She didn’t even pull her skirt out of her butt crack.

He pulled his chair out from behind his desk, and moved it to the center of the open space in front of the classroom, and turned it sideways, facing the door.  He sat in it, with his right side to the class.  He patted his lap, and looked expectantly to Gloria.  She wasn’t sure what to do.  She wondered if she should sit on his lap?  She approached cautiously, fearing the worst.  Sure enough, it was the worst possible thing he could have meant by patting his lap: he wanted her to kneel before him, butt to the class, and place her soft breasts on his lap.  She guide her onto his lap.  She finally pulled her skirt out of her butt, and tugged on it to make sure her butt was covered, trying to ignore the icky feeling that was settling in her gut as he stroked her pretty hair and said soothing things to her, like “there there, pretty girl, this will all be over soon.”

Gloria had never been spanked before in school, or even seen a spanking, but she had heard plenty of stories.  Some teachers don’t mind spanking girls through their panties, but others prefer to spank a bare bottom.  She prayed this teacher was one of the first kind as he gently patted and squeezed her cute little bottom.  “A spanking is best if it stings,” he said, lifting her skirt so the whole class could see her panties.  He tucked her skirt under her so it would stay up.  “Relax, little girl,” he said as he gently stroked her butt crack through her panties.  He felt her moisture, letting his fingers linger at her most tender place.  Something about the humiliation of being spanked, the public setting, or maybe the general creepiness of it all was causing her to become sexually excited quite against her will.

At this point, the poor girl has arrived at one of the more horrible parts of her punishment.  She would have to pull down her own panties, in order for her punishment to begin in earnest.  And the longer she waits, the more he will fondle her, she knows.  She began pulling down her panties, exposing some “plumber butt”.  He withdrew his probing fingers as he watched her progress.  “Very nice,” he said as her crack came into view.

But she couldn’t bring herself to pull her panties down any further.  She hoped this would be good enough.  “Keep going, honey,” he said, stroking her pretty hair.  She bared her soft cheeks, and winced as he lifted his hand.  But it wasn’t to hit her.  Instead he stroked her soft skin.  “Relax, dear,” he said.

“I am relaxed,” she insisted, feeling like vomiting as he once again traced the soft beauty of her crack.

“I think I see what the problem is,” he said.  You need to spread your legs apart to fully relax.

“I can’t do that,” she said.  It was true.  Her panties, almost down to her knees, were keeping her legs together.

Slap!  He spanked her, but it wasn’t hard.  More like a shot across the bow.

“OK, OK,” she said, pressing her breasts into his lap as she lifted her knees off the floor.  She managed to move her panties all the way down to her ankles, and then she spread her legs.  Again, she winced as he lifted his hand, but it was only to stroke her fair skin.  Now, it was much more satisfying to the teacher as he was able to reach deeper into her butt crack, not only circumnavigating her puckered little asshole, but also reaching between her lips to soak up some of her delicious moisture, which he spread uniformly over her lovely cheeks.

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

He paused to see how she was doing.  She was crying, softly.  Her butt was tense.  “Relax,” he said.  He waited for her to relax.  He stroked her cheeks, letting his fingers play gently across her bare, red, skin.  It was almost a relief to her when he probed first her asshole, and then her pussy.  She relaxed all her muscles, letting her breasts press into his lap.  She let him reach deeply into her, and then spread her soothing juices over her tender skin.  He lifted his hand again.  She winced.

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

He almost drew blood, she was so red.  He reached between his legs into her shirt, and felt her breasts.  Her nipples were hard.  It even came as a relief to her, having her breasts fondled   She moaned softly, and spread her legs wider.  When he undid the buttons of her shirt, she didn’t object.  Quite the contrary, she moaned with pleasure, hoping to receive more gentle fondling and less painful spanking.  She raised her arms up and let him ease off her shirt.  She almost enjoyed having her breasts rubbed.  In any case, it was far preferable to having her butt spanked.  She didn’t know if she could take any more spanking, so when he unbuckled her skirt instead, she was happy to let him do that.  He seemed to have trouble with it, and eventually gave up.  “Can you do it, sweety?” he asked.

What could she say, “no”?  Of course she did it.  She even smiled at him through her tears of pain as she handed him her skirt.  Then she laid her head down on his thigh, ready for more — more what?  Fondling, she hoped.  At least that would be better than…


She cried out, it hurt so bad.


She whimpered.


She prayed for more fondling — anything is better than such pain.  As her tears soaked into his pants, she got her wish.  He stroked her pretty hair, and then grabbed her by the shoulders, and brought her up to her knees.  “Stand,” he said.  She made an effort to get to her feet, but she was too weak.  He lifted her, careful not to touch her tender, red butt.

“Your butt will feel more comfortable if you spread your legs a bit,” he said.  She seemed kind of out of it, so he helped her spread her legs by gently rubbing her inner thighs.  “Are you ready to wear some clothes?” he asked.

She nodded, then sobbed.

“It’s OK, dear,” he said, stroking a tear, which had been rolling down her cheek.  He stroked her firm nipples one last time, and then handed her her shirt.

“You can go back to your seat, now, sweety,” he said, patting her butt gently.

“Ow!” she said, rubbing it.  She took one last, longing look at her clothes piled up on the floor, and realized her butt was too tender even for the softest pair of panties.  She went back to her seat, but remained standing.

“It’s OK,” said the teacher, kindly.  He took a breath, and thought about continuing the lesson.  But then the bell rang, and everyone went on to their next class.  I lingered behind, wondering what Gloria would do.  I watched her red butt walk out of the classroom, and the looked again at the skirt and panties in a heap at the front of the room.  I hope the poor girl would be OK.  At least she has the weekend to recuperate.  By Monday, I’m sure she’ll be able to wear clothes again.

Monday!  Holy crap!  I’ve gotta think of some good clothes to wear!  Here’s a sexy idea that occurred to me: a pair of long gloves, with a web of fabric between them.  When my hands are at my sides, the fabric will cover my breasts, belly, and pussy, leaving my butt bare.  Moreover, when I need to raise my hands for whatever reason, I’ll be forced to bare myself.  That should be good for at least four points, don’t you think?  It’s just an idea.  I don’t think I’ll have the courage to wear such a thing!

Today’s pretty girl is as sweet and innocent as a newborn baby, with baby soft skin to match.


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