Shayna's Life
Copyright© 2006 by Naughty Shayna
Chapter 1: The First Stirrings
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The First Stirrings - How can a somewhat timid high-school math teacher also be "Naughty Shayna"? Maybe the best way to explain it is by sharing my life story, at least the erotic part. So here it is, starting at age 13. Three more chapters have been added, taking me through my high school years.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Heterosexual Spanking First Oral Sex Masturbation Petting
How can a somewhat timid high-school math teacher also be "Naughty Shayna'? Maybe the best way to explain it is by sharing my life story, at least the erotic part. This might also be a way for me to learn some things about myself that I may have not wanted to face. Call it cheap therapy.
The first time I can remember being sexually excited was also the one and only time I was spanked by my father. My dad is a great, sweet guy. Most of the time he is a marshmallow, but he does have a temper. Fortunately I have two older brothers who caught most of his anger when we were kids. He didn't lay a hand on me until I was 13. I don't know if it was because I was the baby in the family, or the only girl. You know how dads and their daughters can be... I was always his 'darling Shay', and I took advantage of that as much as I could. There were a lot of times when I was a real brat. I knew it, but I also knew that if I smiled at my dad and gave him a hug there was a lot I could get away with.
That worked, except for the one day when I pushed him too far. That day, I had lied to my mom about something, and she sent me to my room. That was her way of punishing us. When Dad got home he came into my room to find out what had happened. For some reason, instead of acting sorry and acting like his 'darling Shay', I lashed out at him. I don't actually remember what I said, but it set him off. A few seconds later I found myself lying face down on my bed while he was giving me my first real spanking. It didn't last long. Mom heard what was going on and came running in, yelling at him that I was too old for that kind of punishment, and they got into this big argument. Then I really felt bad, because they never argued and now they were fighting because of me.
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