A Course of SPANKING
By Jacqui Knight
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A Course of SPANKING
Copyright © 2011 by Jacqui Knight
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A Course of SPANKING
Chapter One
It was such a happy day, sun shining, blue skies, I had to have been the luckiest girl in the world, or at least, in London. I was graduating from High School with first class grades, straight A's all across the board. Mom and Dad were in the audience and I could feel their eyes on me as I collected my diploma. But when it was over and we stood around chatting to the other kids and the teachers, they looked a lot less happy. After the ceremony we stood on the pretty gardens outside the school and I asked them what was wrong.
“Look, Mom and Dad, I’ve managed to get excellent grades and a place to Oxford, I thought you’d be so happy and yet you look as if I’d failed everything.”
Dad looked down at the ground, Mom met my eyes. “We’re splitting up, me and your father.”
“No! I’d no idea, I thought you were happy together.”
She looked angry. “So did I, dear, but your father has other ideas.”
I was shocked. “You mean he’s got another woman?”
Dad looked up and reddened. “It’s complicated, Bethany, but yes, I am leaving your mother to live with my girlfriend. We have to sell the house I’m afraid. We’re broke, my company has been struggling for a long time, we’re almost bankrupt.”
“I’m so sorry. But surely, that means I won’t have a home.”
“You will, dear,” Mom said. “I’ll find a nice apartment somewhere and you shall have a bedroom.”
So from my cozy, middle class detached home in the suburbs I was moving into a room in an apartment. Great!
“Any other problems?”
They both looked very guilty. “Bethany,” Dad said. “We’ve no money left, we can’t afford your fees for Oxford.”
I felt as if a huge rock had fallen from the sky and slammed into my head.
“How can I cover my tuition then?”
“You can’t, I’m afraid,” he said. “You’ll have to cancel your degree, or postpone it.”
“Surely there must be a way to find the money, it’s only for three years.”
“Sorry, darling, the cupboard’s bare, we’re broke.”
I burst into tears and walked away to find somewhere to be alone with my misery. After everything I’d worked so hard for, only to have all of my dreams smashed to pieces.
“Hey, Beth, what’s up?” a voice said behind me.
It was Simon, Simon Wordsworth, we’d been together for the past year. He’d done well and was going to Cambridge, no money problems there, his parents were loaded, his father was the director of a major bank. I told him what my parents had said.
“Damn, Beth, that’s cruel, really cruel. What are you going to do?”
“Go on the game to fund my tuition?” I suggested bitterly.
He shuddered. “You don’t mean it, that’s awful.”
“No, I don’t really mean it. I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”
“Why don’t you come back to my place for the evening, we can have a few drinks, you know, just chill out.”
He meant go to bed and fuck, we had a fairly active sex life, I often spent the night at Simon’s apartment. His parents paid for it for him so that he could live very near to the school and entertain his friends.
“I’d love to, Simon, it’ll take my mind off things.”
I didn’t even bother to tell my parents where I was going, or that I was leaving, they could sort themselves out, they weren’t bothered about me. We jumped into Simon’s shiny red Porsche and he dropped the top, with the wind rushing through my hair I enjoyed the short drive to his apartment building. Once we were inside, his hands were all over me but I put him off for a short time.
“I’m not in the mood yet, Simon, maybe later after a few glasses of wine. Can I use your computer for a few minutes? I want to take a look around and see which colleges have cheaper courses or scholarships available.”
“It’s a bit late for a scholarship, Beth. I don’t know about cheaper courses, though.”
He wouldn’t, he didn’t have that problem. His PC was switched on so I moved the mouse and the screen came to life. In front of me was a girl bent over a wooden chair, she was naked which was surprising enough, but what was more surprising was that the guy behind her held a cane and appeared to be spanking her. I called for Simon to come and take a look.
He saw what was on the screen and ran across to switch it off, but I stopped him.
“So this is the kind of stuff you look at on your computer, is it?”
His face was bright red. “No, you don’t understand, it was only a bit of fun.”
“Simon, look at me,” I said to him sternly.
I smiled, his eyes were looking everywhere except at me.
“Tell me honestly, is this the kind of thing that turns you on?”
“Well, yeah, in a way.” He looked me in the eyes then. “Does it turn you on too?”
I snorted. “You must be joking, it’s alright for you, it’s the guy that’s doing the spanking, that poor girl is really getting it on the ass.”
“It’s not always like that, Beth, sometimes it’s the other way around.”
“Yeah, I bet it is.”
I put my hand on the mouse to click to another page, away from the soft porn image on the screen, except that something caught my eye. A banner advertisement at the top right, ‘College Courses, Learn Now, Pay Later’. Now what the hell was that all about?
I put the pointer over the banner and clicked on it. The screen went to an academic intuition’s main page. ‘Angleton College offers a range of course in the arts and sciences. Normal fees apply but these may be deferred until after the student graduates and starts work. Repayments can then be taken in monthly installments’. They were talking my language, the language of the broke, skint, penniless, as in parents who promise you everything and then leave you in the lurch.
I realized I hadn’t asked Simon more about his strange ‘interest’. I looked at him.
“Tell me, what is it that really does it for you with this punishment thing, the spanking?”
He looked perplexed. “I honestly don’t know Beth, I only know that it kind of turns me on.”
“I thought I turned you on, does that mean you’ve gone off me?”
I thought of his hands as he gently removed my clothes, stroking my tits, his lips over mine, his tongue pushing inside me, his hand reaching down between my legs. I was already getting soaking wet down there just thinking about it. Was all of that finished between us?
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. Look, Beth, what is it about me that turns you on?”
I thought about it for about one hundredth of a second. “Your cock, when it’s rock hard and it slides inside me.”
“Yeah, ok, but that’s normal sex, what else apart from the act itself?”
I still didn’t need to think for long. “When you go down on me and lick my cunt, that really does it for me, especially when you give my clit a good going over, you lick it like it’s a lollipop, you know.”
He laughed, “It’s a bit warmer than a lollipop. Hey, do you remember when I stuck that iced Popsicle inside you?”
I shivered. “Wow, yeah, that was something.”
“Yeah, ok, but you see, those things are extra. Spanking is like that, it’s not vital but it’s an extra turn on, like me going down on you.”
I started to understand, but I wanted to make him work for me. Provided it didn’t take too long, I was turned on now, I needed him to fuck me. Then I could take a look at that college website.
“I’m still not sure, Simon, look, go down on me now and I’ll think about it.”
He smiled and reached under my skirt for the hem of my panties. My juices were overflowing, if he didn’t hurry he was going to drown down there.
When my panties hit the floor he lay me down gently on the rug and spread my legs, pulling my ankles back so that my knees were stuck up and well apart. He had a clear run at my cunt and he went straight to it, I felt his hands parting my lips and then his mouth was down there, his tongue found my clit and I was in heaven. I let him give me head for a few minutes, as the delicious, warm feelings rocked through me I reached up and touched his cock. He flinched as I took his tip gently in my hand and started stroking it.
“Do you want me to spank your ass, Simon, it’s directly above me?”
“Oh yeah, would you, I’d like that.”
I whacked him, not too hard.
“Harder, Beth, much harder.
I gave him a real stormer, a whack that really rocked him, but his cock became even more hard and erect, it was crazy but it worked. I whacked him again and he was groaning in pleasure, then again and again, he was screaming now. “Beth, give it to me, more, it’s fantastic, hurt me, babe, really hurt me.”
You asked for it, buster, if that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll give you. I really laid it on then, whacking him so hard that I thought the neighbors upstairs would hear the noise of flesh striking flesh. He was going crazy, I shuddered to think of the marks I was making on his rear, but I didn’t stop to think too hard about that, I was having fun myself.
His tongue was working miracles, I could feel myself surging towards a climax, then I came, was it his oral stimulation or the fact that I was whacking his ass? I couldn’t be sure and I didn’t give a damn, I squealed and screamed with the most astonishing climax I’d had in a long time, maybe ever. I wanted his rock hard cock inside me, now.