Subject: Hormones Gone Wild
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 15 Sep 94 11:10:02 CDT
Note: This is a true story concerning role-playing and spanking between m/f adolescents. This happened to me, so those who are offended by stories about spanking teenagers needn't get into an uproar about child abuse, pedophilia, etc. I wouldn't be surprised if the male star of this little viginette is reading a.s.s., but just to be nice I changed his name. And that's all I have to say about that.
I don't know if Judd had sex in mind when he first pulled me over his knee and blistered the seat of my denim cut-offs, but he awakened a strange, throbbing excitement within me that I had never before experienced.
We were both 15, and best friends. He was a lonely boy, sensitive and artistic in a rural southern community where only "fags" didn't play football. I acted the part of the tough, wisecracking tomboy to belie the deep sense of sorrow I felt inside. We had problems with our families-- he was constantly getting in trouble and being ridiculed by his redneck father and his athletic brother; my mother, who had largely ignored, criticized and belittled me throughout my childhood, had just been diagnosed with cancer. We comforted each other with our sorrow, and escaped into a fantasy world of role-playing and imagination when reality hurt too much. We were both talented actors, and spent hours writing screenplays and acting out characters of our own design-- forseeing ourselves on Broadway someday, far away from our blue-collar hometown and rubbing "their" noses in our success.
For all my worldly attitude and obnoxious "smart alek" comments, I was really very innocent, particularly about sex. To my chagrin, I had hit puberty at age 11, and was increadibly self-conscious of my feminine charms, the topic of much teasing and interest among my peers and male relatives. Judd had also developed early and was already shaving every day at age 15. In my innocence, I knew what an erection was, but didn't understand why Judd seemed to have one every time he was around me, and particularly after we'd been wrestling or swimming. Our relationship was purely platonic-- we never even kissed. Our only physical contact was in the form of roughhousing: wrestling, chicken-fighting at the pool, dutch rubs, leg-locks, tickling and pinching, and of course, spanking.
For a while, it was just the solitary swat on the bottom, with me smacking Judd about as often as he smacked me. Then I discovered I could embarrass him delightfully by jerking his pants down-- particularly if there was a possibility of somebody seeing his bare ass. So, I de-pantsed him in parking lots and the library, at the movies and, of course, the pool-- always just yanking down his shorts enough to reveal his pale, skinny ass and still give him time to preserve his modesty if anybody should be around. I was still yet to be aroused by any of our antics.
One day when Judd's parents, who considered our relationship so asexual they had no qualms about leaving the two of us alone together, were both at work, Judd and I were playing upstairs in his room. It was a little improvisational role-playing of our own design, with him playing the role of a stern, staid bodyguard and me acting the part of the bratty, obnoxious ward. We were really getting into it, and suddenly Judd sat down on the bed and threw me over his lap. Momentarily surprised by this unexpected development, I nevertheless didn't break character and the result was a long, drawn out and soundly applied spanking. The sensation of being firmly pinned down by a masculine arm, the increasing warmth in the seat of my pants, and the severe scolding I was receiving all left me with a rhythmic throbbing when he finally finished and ordered me to stand in the corner.
Oh, what a naive teenager I was! I had no idea what the sensations I was experiencing meant, and thought that the bulge in Judd's shorts was merely coincidental! After that first incident, all our role-playing became centered around getting spanked. I was almost always the spank-ee in our little dramas, although I did let Judd have it once or twice. It never excited me to spank him, though, but I do admit I got a kind of perverse amusement out of whaling on his helpless ass to see how much he could take. Judd liked to be spanked with impliments, though-- wooden spoons, belts, jump ropes, paddle ball paddles, licorice whips, etc, and it never turned me on.
Looking back, I am amazed at my own innocence. I never understood why, after an evening with Judd which always included two or three very intense sessions of role playing and spanking, I always had to change my underpants. I was afraid I had some kind of congentital infection or something! (Thank God I was also too shy to ask any of my female relatives to take me to a gynocologist, eh? "No, Miss Wright, your problem is not a yeast infection. You're just a pervert.")
Strangely enough, we never went beyond spanking in our sexual relationship. We tried kissing a little, close-mouthed, when we were 16, but it never did anything for either of us. And I used to bribe him to do what I wanted by letting him feel my breasts-- over the shirt, only! Talk about a couple of repressed little Puritans, eh? And these are two members of the generation that's always getting railed for its promiscuity!
Judd and I grew apart eventually, and by the time our relationship ended, he had gotten into stuff that was way too heavy for me. Also, he had transcended spanking-play and was starting to get into real abuse, which ended our friendship on a sad note. He'd really had a sad life, and it seemed no one could ever give him enough of the punishment he thought he deserved. He would never get any kind of outside help, either, thinking himself to be a "freak" and a "pervert", which only made him feel more alone.
Judd and I had many reasons not to like each other by the time we broke off the relationship, but I do feel a small debt of gratitude to this lonely, talented boy for helping me discover an aspect of myself at age 15 that it might have taken a lifetime to come to terms with.
As a child, my friends and I had incorporated spanking into our games, but there was no conscious sexual aspect to it, it was concentrated with the aspect of punishment. When I finally realized why I liked to be spanked, and how I liked to be spanked and just what that throbbing excitement signified, I had Judd to thank for my many hours of ecstacy.
Most of my posts are flippant and funny, but this one seemed to turn poinant somehow. I guess writing about first loves'll do that do you, even if the guy did turn out to be a jerk. Anyway, sorry for getting all mushy and nostalgaic, and the next post'll be more upbeat.
(mmmmm, "upbeat". Like that word...)
Jackrabbit