Chapter 5: Shay Gets Spanked

January 19, Brad turns 16... January 21, Brad gets his drivers license... January 28, Brad's parents buy him a car, an eight-year-old Honda Civic... and the Brad and Shay show is on! It would have been nice if Brad could have driven me back and forth to school, but out school only allowed juniors and seniors to park on campus. But at least we could now go on real dates. We had talked about it for weeks, how he would pick me up and we would go to a movie or basketball game, then go somewhere where we could be alone, finally.

Except... of course my parents didn't want me riding with a brand new driver... the Mike story all over again. I pleaded and cried and pitched a fit like a four-year-old. I would have tried holding my breath till I turned blue, but I don't look good in blue. It was all to no avail. Finally, after Brad survived his first month of driving without running into anything my parents relented and said he could take me to school and back, and we could go out with him on dates occasionally. I still wonder if they knew the real reason we were so anxious to be in his car together. Looking back I realize that parents aren't as ignorant as kids sometimes think they are. I certainly know that if my 16-year-old daughter ever comes asks me if she can go for a drive with the hot boy from down the street I will have to have "the talk" with her, and probably put her on birth control pills. Like mother like daughter would be my fear. OK, I got sidetracked there.

For the first couple of weeks we were very careful. Brad concentrated on his driving while I did all the talking. It was on one of those drives that I discovered I had the power to give Brad an erection just by talking about us having sex. He had just brought me home from school, and as I was getting out of the car I saw the lump there. I hadn't touched him or even kissed him, it had just been me babbling about whether the back seat or front seat would be better for various sex acts.

Once we started using his car for dates, it didn't take us long to find out where the good spots for making out were. Then we really went at it. Over the next month or so I probably gave him 7 or 8 hand jobs, and maybe 4 blow jobs. It would have been more, but he usually came in my hand before I could get my lips around him. Even for a 16-year-old, Brad had a real hair-trigger.

It was now time for me to train him to attend to my needs also. He was pretty good at massaging my pussy, and seemed fascinated by my little clit. It's not very big, but once he found it... and saw what kind of reaction playing with it got from me... it became a standard part of our make out sessions. Those sessions soon settled into a routine. After we parked, we would kiss for a few minutes while he played with my tits and I rubbed his cock, still with our clothes on. Then when we felt it was safe, we would take off at least some of our clothes, so that he could suck my nipples and I could play with his cock. That usually led to me doing my hand/mouth routine until he came. Then I would slip my panties off and let him play with me some more.

That was fine for awhile, but soon I wanted more. I know he did too, but I still wasn't ready to surrender the big prize. Then my birthday came, sweet sixteen and ready to fuck(?). He took me to a nice dinner (his treat this time), and we ended up in one of our favorite parking places. He had given me a nice present at dinner... expensive perfume... but when we parked I told him I wanted something else. That night I "forced" him to perform oral sex on me. He had always resisted when I brought it up before... but I told him if he didn't get me off with his mouth, he wasn't getting any Shay candy that night. He proved to be a willing pupil, and over the next few weeks I gradually turned him into a cunnilingual artist. It got to the point where he so looked forward to doing it that sometimes we started our make out sessions that way. I think he liked it better that way; then he could just lay back and let Shay do her thing without worrying about me.

And that's the way it went for the rest of the school year and on into summer. I think if he had been a little more aggressive he could have had my sweet cherry at any time, but he was still very docile and afraid of making me upset with him (I did have a bad temper at that age). It seemed like I was always calling the shots in our sex games. I had him totally at my mercy. If I told him to lick me, he would, until I told him he could stop. If I told him to take his cock out so I could play with it... yes ma'am, right away... and it didn't seem to matter where we were. He was pussy whipped, and hadn't even been in mine yet.

Summer was busy. We were both working, and I had soccer camps and special training sessions that took a lot of my time and energy. But we still found time to get together occasionally. One Saturday we were at Brad's house, alone. We were in his room, watching a movie on HBO. I don't remember the title, but it was Reese Witherspoon's first movie. She was playing a 14-year-old growing up on a farm. In one scene her father gave her a hard spanking. It happened off camera, but there was no doubt what was going on. That was my opportunity to bring up my secret fetish with Brad.