Nora's Spanking Fantasies
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Introduction
BDSM Sex Story: Introduction - Nora Meara appears in other stories here including Freshman Hooker and Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix. Here, she describes in more detail fantasies she had when trying to cope with the pressures of being a part-time dominatrix during her senior year of college. This is taking place in the 1970s in New York.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Consensual NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Clergy Teacher/Student Prostitution
Some people can’t imagine that, in this enlightened age of the 1970s, corporal punishment, by paddling usually, is still used by some companies on their young, misbehaving employees. Maybe that shouldn’t be too surprising, because such discipline is still legal in public schools in some states.
That wasn’t true in New York State, where the following incidents took place. And it’s certainly not officially permitted for employers in any situation. Yet it did happen to me during my two-month stint at a fast food restaurant in Maspeth, New York. Like in many jobs, what really occurs is often done in secret.
I’m Nora Meara, and it wasn’t until my first summer break from The City College of New York that I quit my first hooking stint. As you know, during my first two college semesters I was a very badly-behaved young lady. From the beginning there, in September 1973, through a combination of greed, fecklessness, late adolescent foolishness, and overall rebelliousness, I had become an ad hoc, part-time hooker as well as a student.
Maybe I’d call myself decent-looking, even though I rarely wear make-up. The main exception was when I used to apply lipstick for paid blowjobs (of course that cost extra!). I’m on the tall side at about five-seven, and I have dark blonde hair and steel-rimmed glasses.
I confined my clients to the students at the school (at least I thought most of them were students) and I was bold enough to often have many of them come out to my house in Maspeth. The only other occupant of the premises was my Uncle Tony, who worked during the day as a carpenter.
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