Chapter 2

Journal

December 25th, 11:00 pm.

Today is Christmas, I got mostly clothes. My mom gave me a journal, she told me it’s good to write down your thoughts if you have no one to talk to. So I’ll give it a try. Dad gave me a new ping pong paddle, I wonder why? Haha.

We then went to my grandparent’s house, they are Aaron’s parents. Grampa has a big farm behind our farm that dad farms for him. There are woods between our houses, with a stream going through the woods and a small pond, in the summer I love to skinny dip in it.

My mom’s parents live in a small town near Chicago, some hundreds of miles away from here. So I don’t see them much.

January 5 Sunday

Dear Journal:

Late Sunday night, or at least it’s late for me since I have school tomorrow. I’m sitting at my little desk writing in my journal.

I just can’t believe what happened today! It’s so cool, well my bottom isn’t so cool, it’s very hot. OUCH! Oh well, I’d love for it to happen all over again.” I reached down and rubbed my little naked bum and it’s still sore!

I always love to be dressed in my nightie, or a tee-shirt with my sexy panties on, or no panties at all at home when my mom isn’t home. Today she went to see my grandparents so it’s just me and dad.

I said a dirty word today and daddy spank me. He had me take off my t-shirt and panties, and he spanked me with my new ping pong paddle, my ass was very red after.

I think daddy likes to see me like that, me naked and my ass all red. Who am I kidding, I know he loves it! He should, he’s taken them off enough times when he spanks me. I wish he will do much more than spank me.

I love my daddy’s dick the best, just wish I could see it again. Every time he spanks me I can feel it in his pants. I like to see it again. I also like to see what other men’s cocks look like too. Especially handsome men, like my Dad.

January 9 Tuesday

Something happened to me at school today. There’s this teacher at school his name is Dean Stone, he is very handsome! He’s got these lovely brown eyes and strong shoulders and a short beard, he looks a lot like Daddy, but without the tattoos. I have this big crush on him.

I had heard rumors from older girls I knew that secretly he liked to spank teenage girls. And he is a great fuck, and if you hook up with him, you would enjoy it.

I kinda teased him today. I mean I wore a very short skirt and pretty sexy panties. I even wore a halter top to school today even though it’s only 14 degrees outside!

Hmmm, wonder what Dean’s cock looks like? I thought as I walked to my Creative Writing class.

I have seen men’s cocks, online, I have seen two boys dicks in person, but they were both small. I also saw my Dad’s cock one time. He was jacking off to a video of me getting spanked. But I wanted to see a grown-ups cock. I wonder if handsome men’s dicks are as handsome as they are.

Well, I now know what my handsome Mr. Dean’s dick looks like. I found out today, I also know more about him too.

I was sitting in Creative Writing class trying to write a poem when I felt an itch, that oh so familiar itch in my panties. I had my little plaid skirt on and my tank top. I felt that itch in that part of my body saying “touch me”, and I love touching myself there. It said, “Do it, Touch yourself here in class?”

This is so wrong, and so naughty! I looked around the room and saw everyone else had their heads down and we’re writing. I slowly, ever so slowly, I inched my little hand down to my skirt. I could feel myself sweating a little. I know I was doing something very naughty and that really turned me on.

Soon my fingers was softly touching my little panties, I could actually feel the heat on my little vagina! I also felt how wet it was. I pulled my panties aside a little bit and felt my little clit. I like to touch myself there first. Then I put my fingers on my pussy. It was so hot! And wet!

I like that my pussy hardly has any hair down there. I may keep it shaved when I grow older. I think my dad would like that.

Soon I had a finger inside my pussy. I began to feel that I really should quit. It was almost time for class to be over anyway, I could go to the girl’s room and play with myself more.

Just before I pulled my finger out I looked up, Mr. Stone was staring right at me. I had my legs spread, my little plaid skirt was raised up a bit and my panties pulled back with my finger just leaving my little pussy. His face just froze and I thought he was gonna faint! It was like time stood still but he soon caught himself and said, “Stephanie may I see you after class?” his voice was trembling.

I smiled and said shyly, “yes sir.” And as I finished my sentence I took my finger to my lips and I licked it. I don’t know if anyone else saw me doing that, but I sure Mr. Stone did.

The bell rang, everyone got up and walked up to Mr. Stone and handed in their poem.

“Stephanie I want to see you before you go.” Mr. Stone said as the kids milled out of the room. I knew he would. I sat in my desk waiting for the last kid to leave. When they did, Mr. stone closed the door and he locked it. Then he walked over to me.

“Mr. Stone, did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently. I moved my legs, opening and closing them.

“Ummm, well ... I don’t know how to talk to you about this Stephanie.” I kinda knew what he wanted to say.

“Stephanie, I saw you playing with yourself, why were you doing that?”

“Playing with my what sir?”

“Well, Stephanie it seems you had your hands inside your well ... inside your panties. Now I’m sure you didn’t do this on purpose. Did you?”

“Well, no, Mr. Stone! I ... ah ... I just have a girl thing you know,” I said shyly.

“Well great ... oh I mean no I mean I’m sorry to hear about that Stephanie. I hope it isn’t serious.” He said. Then he sat down at his desk and dismissed me.

“Mr. Stone, I have some homework to do and my daddy is picking me up late, can I do it here?” I asked knowing full well he would say yes.

“Yes, sure you can.” After saying yes he went back to grading papers.

I did everything I could to seduce him, to drive him crazy. This is my chance. I moved in my seat a lot. I opened and closed my legs all the time and yes, I even put my finger in my panties once again. When I did Mr. Stone got up and said “Ummm, Stephanie, I’ve got to go see the secretary about something, will you be okay here?”

“Yes sir, I’ll be ok.”I assured him. He almost ran out of the door! Soon I was alone in the classroom. I started writing in my notebook.

As I wrote I started daydreaming about what I wanted to do. I felt all tingly and happy inside. This time I really wanted to be a slut for a man. I really wanted to be his plaything. I really want my dad as my master, but if I can’t have him, I want Mr. Stone to use me.

What I wanted is a good hard spanking and more. I wanted a little adventure in my life. I thought a spanking from Stone would be cool.

Anyway, I was finished writing the note. I added a great surprise for him.

I looked around to make sure no one was looking, I gently pulled down my wet panties and placed them upon the desktop. Looking at the note I smiled. I knew that he wouldn’t want to miss out on this invitation.

Dear Mr. Stone.

I want to tell you that, yes I was a bad girl today. I was playing with my pussy today in class. I do have a crush on you, I love to get together with you as soon as possible. I’ll do anything you want. I know I need a good hard spanking, would you discipline me, please call me tonight, this is no joke please call.”

Love Stephanie.

I folded the note and placed it inside the leg opening of my panties. I was worried and scared. What if this wasn’t going to work? I prayed that it would. I wanted Mr. Stone’s cock.

Around 5 pm the phone rang. “I’ll get it daddy!” I shouted as I dash to the phone. I was so nervous! I couldn’t eat dinner. I was waiting, wishing, praying, dreaming that Mr. Stone would call. I even played with myself twice after dinner!

“Hello,” I said.

“Stephanie? Is ... is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me,” I answered.

“Umm, it’s me, Dean.”

“Did you get my present?” I asked.

“Your present? Oh yes, those! Yes, I did.” He answered with happiness in his voice.

“I’m glad, I thought you might like those. I’m sorry I lied to you. I rubbed myself off thinking of you spanking me?”

“Stephanie, how do you know about that?” He stammered but I was quick to assure him it was okay that I really wanted to be spanked.

We talked for a few minutes. I told him that I was very curious about sex, and why not have someone I respect do it with me. He seemed to be cool with that.

“Mr. Stone, I really want to be with you, lets get together tonight please.” I was surprised I was kinda begging.

We made a plan for him to pick me up at the end of my driveway and he will take me to his apartment

I said “great!” And I then said, “Mr. Stone do you think little slut should be spanked for lying?” I heard very clearly his breath getting deeper and he answered in a husky voice “OH YES!”

“Good I think I need a good hard spanking.”

I told dad that I was going out with a friend, and I’ll be home around 11, that’s my curfew.

I was dressed in a mini skirt and a v-neck halter top. I decided not to wear panties under my mini skirt. I thought that I would be dressed sexy for Mr. Stone. I put on my winter coat and walked to the end of our driveway.

I felt so sad that I lied to my daddy, but I don’t know how he would react, if I told him that I was meeting an older man, who is going to spank me and have sex with me? Would he be mad?

I didn’t have long to wait. Mr. Stone was there within minutes of our appointed time.

I took off my coat, “Hi!” I said as I climbed into his car, his eyes bulged out in surprise at how I was dressed.

“Stephanie, you look so naughty!” He exclaimed and smiled. He seemed a little more at ease now. I guess being able to spank one of his students perked him up.

As we drove to his house he chatted on about how naughty I was. About how naughty my outfit was. About how every time I moved in the car my pussy showed. And about how my top was showing off my growing breasts. As he steered with his left hand, his other one was playing with my breasts. It felt so nice. Feeling his fingers pinching my tits made me move about and moan. He then moved his hand down lower to my leg, and he moved his hand up closer to my pussy that was showing, I looked down and I can see my pussy juices running out of me.

His fingers sneaked down to my pussy and he was soon diddling my already wet pussy. Oh, I just love that! I was both in pleasure and fear. Pleasure at having this man touch me. and fear of my dad finding out.

When we got to his house I was very close to having an orgasm.

“In we go my little slut.” He said as he opened the door. After turning the lights on Mr. Stone offered me a beer and he got himself a drink too. I sat on his sofa and spread my legs open. I was feeling so slutty So well ... wicked!

After a few minutes of talking, he said, “get on your knees in front of me slut.”

I fell to my knees saying, “Oh please sir, I’m so sorry, I was a bad girl in class today! Please! Please! Don’t spank me.” I looked up into him and he looked down upon me. We both had, in our own ways lust upon our minds.

“Well Stephanie you were a bad little girl today and bad girls need to be spanked.” He smiled and stroked my hair. I bowed my head in submission.

“Now get up and undress.”

I did as I was told. It didn’t take long to undressed since I only had two things to take off.

Soon I was across his lap and I felt with joy his stiff pole against my tummy. I so wanted to move up and feel it press against my pussy but I didn’t want to be that much of a slut. I felt Mr. Stone’s hands caressing my back and neck.

“So pretty, such a pretty little girl you are.” He Said.

“My little girl knows how to please her master.” I was pleased with the praise I was getting.

“Now for your wrongdoing in class today, little one you will be spank twelve times upon each of your bottoms,” he said as he pushed his pole against my tummy. “Are you ready you nasty, naughty, little slut are you ready for your punishment?” He demanded.

“Yes ... yes sir!” I sniffed and braced myself for my first real spanking, from another man, I just wish it was my daddy’s lap I was on.

SMACK!

The first blow was not that hard but it did sting, ogh god did it sting!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Mr. Stone was gently caressing his hands around my bottom after every smack.

It brought me that much closer to my own orgasm.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

On and on it went, the torture, the tingly pleasure of having my bottom redden by each blow. Oh god, my whole body, felt so alive. And me being only sixteen, I felt so grown-up for this teacher. I loved it.

He was my teacher and I want him to do this, but still, I was thinking about my Dad.

“Oh God Stephanie it’s beautiful, your ass is so beautiful. What I would give to lick and fuck it.” Mr. Stone moaned as he caressed my red ass.

“Now it’s time for six more you naughty girl.” He gleefully said. And soon I felt a more intense wave of painful pleasure.

SMACK!

SMACK!

This did hurt! It hurt very much, but it also felt good. As he spanked my little tush I could feel my vagina gushing all over his pants. I felt well like a faucet gushing and flowing.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

And I cried out with real tears, “Thank you sir I deserved every bit of it. I’m just a little slut, sir.”

Soon I was lifted off Mr. Stone’s lap. I marveled at how much of my juices were running down my legs and all over his pants. The bulge in his pants was huge and I fell down onto my knees.

I open Mr. Stone’s fly and out sprang his cock. It was solid, hard as a rock just waiting to be tasted. I looked up at his face and smiled. I didn’t say a word but took his head in my little mouth. I ease my lips over his rock hard cock and felt it grow and it bulge my cheeks out. Mr. Stone was big, but I have seen bigger on the internet, and my daddy is bigger.