Headmistress Spanks Again
Date: 5/9/2017, Categories: Spanking, Author: NaughtyLad2108, Source: LushStories
It's hard to pinpoint exactly where my spanking obsession came from. I wasn't spanked at home with my parents choosing the more modern style of parenting which included grounding me instead when I misbehaved. As a teenager my choice of porn was often spanking porn with my favourite always being women spanking their naughty husbands. However, porn quickly became boring and I needed something more to stimulate me. It suddenly dawned on me that I needed to be spanked myself. A recently retired Headmistress, Amelia, from a local secondary school had moved into our street. Rumour has it that she was asked to leave because she was caught striking her pupils with a ruler, but this was never proved. She looked like a very strict, domineering woman. She had a small and slender build but she had a strict stare that bore right into you. She was the woman I needed to be spanked by! I just needed to work out how to do it! I decided that I couldn't exactly just knock on her door and ask for a spanking. I needed to be more tactical about it. So I wrote her a note. I explained that I was looking at corporal punishment in schools as part of my University degree and wondered if she would talk to me about it. I told her to get in touch and left my mobile number. Couldn't have her ringing up the home phone! A week after posting the note and I'd heard nothing. I was really disappointed. I know I probably expected far too much but it was still disappointing all the same. I was just about to stick ... some porn on to scratch my itch when my phone buzzed on the table next to me. It was her! She said sorry for the late reply she hadn't been very well but that she would be more than happy to share her experiences with me and I should pop over tomorrow afternoon about 2pm. I replied thanking her and saying I will see her then. All that evening and the following morning time seemed to drag. Eventually however it was 2pm and I found myself standing outside her front her door. I was nervous...like really nervous! I was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a polo shirt. I'd decided to wear a pair of tight white briefs, like a naughty schoolboy would wear. I knocked on the door. The door opened and there Amelia stood, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black jumper. She was in her late fifties now and when she opened the door she fixed me with that strict stare. 'Are you just going to stand there?' she said, smiling slightly and stepping back to let me inside. I walked inside the hallway and stood there awkwardly for a moment. 'Shoes off!' she said, closing the front door behind her. She was wearing a pair of bright pink slippers. I removed my shoes at the door as requested. 'Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee?' she said. 'Have you got squash please?' I asked and she nodded. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of orange squash. She seemed to have a very normal house. Quite old fashioned but fairly normal at the same time. 'A nice glass of orange squash.' she said handing ...