I’m 42 now and teach English to 16 to 18 year old boys at the local Academy. I’m married with two grown up boys of my own and my hubby has always encouraged me to talk and chat about my experiences. I find that it is just another form of exposure to add to the physical experiences which we both find exciting. Don’t get me wrong, at first the discipline was frightening as a young girl but later I found that I became excited by the process, particularly the exposure involved. So here goes, I’ll start at the beginning with my home life and see where it takes me
I think that I must have been about 10 years old when my father first started spanking me. He was a very strict and devout man and didn’t stand any nonsense. He seemed to consider any misbehaving as a sin and never let it pass without correction. We lived in a rural area about a mile from the nearest town and most people around us were involved with farming in one way or another.
I was the youngest child and had four older brothers, looking back, I think that much of the time they would blame me for things to deflect the resulting punishment away from them and I think they quite enjoyed it.
The process always followed the same pattern with father sat down at the dinner table in the evening and instructing me to go upstairs to my bedroom and ready myself for bed. I then had to go down to the lounge in my nightie and await his arrival. We didn’t have a very large house so there was very little privacy and it never seemed to bother him if my brothers or visitors were around. He was a “Church Helper” and a friend of the Minister who was a frequent visitor along with friends of my brothers. When he eventually came into the lounge I would always get the “hell and damnation” rant and then be pulled over his knees. He would pull my nightie up and tuck it in the neck line and set about spanking me. Her liked to prolong the process by stopping at regular intervals and rubbing my cheeks before the next onslaught. I don’t think that there was any correlation between the amount of smacks and the “severity of the crime,” it just lasted as long as he liked.
I used to stand there afterwards and get another lecture before being packed off to bed.
I had to share a bedroom with my youngest brother, Simon, he is four years older than me and obviously had seen me spanked on numerous occasions and took it upon himself to be the one to comfort me. He liked to sit on my bed and rub Baby Lotion on my bottom to sooth it. I loved him doing that, it took the heat away and felt lovely.
As I got a bit older, you know how boys are, they made no secret about what happened and shared it with their friends who found it quite entertaining and also gave them the perfect excuse to introduce it into our games. I suppose that I was a bit of a tomboy growing up with all brothers. I liked to play out in the surrounding fields and woods with their “gang”, me being the only girl that they allowed to join. One of the lads from down the road was a the eldest and biggest boy. He was called Robert and as the eldest, he was the self appointed leader. He was the one that usually decide on what we did and what games we played. He would often have us in two teams and war games and cops and robbers seemed to be the favorite subjects. Usually these games involved us having separate camps and raiding each other or hiding in the woods and search parties looking for the other team.
He liked to make sure that I was a leading figure in the game and a target for his team to find and then it became a perfect excuse to search the prisoner for loot or weapons etc. At first this was pretty tame with them larking around and searching my pockets if I had any and checking in my shirt and shorts. He obviously knew about me being spanked and egged on the others, who usually comprised a couple of my brothers or one or two of their friends, to hold me down and slap my bottom to “try and make me talk” as if I was and enemy spy or knew where the money was hidden. One day he produced some of that orange nylon cord that farmers use and tied my hands behind my back and while I was stood up he pulled my vest up and shorts down telling the others to search me properly. I loved being the center of attention and only pretended to object even though they spent some time examining my chest and then Robert lifted one of my legs up and showed them how they should check that I had nothing hidden between my legs before bending me over and spanking my bottom.
This became quite a normal end to our games when ever we played out but not usually tying my hands together.. They would like to tease me with twigs pretending to whip me and make me run ahead without clothes while they chased me with swishing their twigs at my bottom. One time I had to run out into the fields and down to the village before they gave me my clothes back.
I was still quite young then and every summer holiday the games continued if the weather was nice. In the meantime, spankings at home carried on and the boys got more interested not only in our games but how I was developing . Simon was still sharing a bedroom with me and he insisted on having me lay on my front on my bed while he knelt between my legs and soothed my bottom with the lotion. He seemed to take more interest and always squirted plenty on so that it dripped down between my cheeks. With him kneeling between my legs he had easy access to massage it down and into my bits. It was really relaxing and I loved him stroking right down my crack and underneath, it gave me a lovely warm feeling and i would ask him to do it more especially when his finger slipped easily between my lips and back up over my bum.
I didn’t really associate all this with anything erotic or sexual, I just knew it was a pleasant feeling until one day Robert upped the game a little while we were in the woods. He turned up when I was out with Gary and Luke and we headed up to the woods and sat around chatting and them teasing me before he decide we should hide and he would search. If he caught someone, they had to join in the search with him. I found a place where a good sized tree had fallen and lay down behind the trunk. Of course I was the last to be found and all three of them jumped on me. I thought the game was over but Robert told the boys to lift me up onto the trunk. I was laid there on my back with my legs dangling each side and he produced his string again and told them to hold my arms over my head and tied my wrists together and tied the end to a branch above my head so that I left helpless. The boys were at the other side of the trunk to Robert and pulled my shirt up to my neck and then he reached down and lifted my legs up telling the other two to pull my shorts down. When he had them off my feet he dropped my legs back down and with him one side and the others the other side they decided to interrogate me for some fictitious information. My breasts had started to develop and though they were, and still are, very small, my nipples were quite pronounced and Robert set about them, twisting and stretching them out into tight little cones. He kept pretending to question me and even slapped them a few times, making me squeal. That seemed to please them as my brothers watched on until he instructed them to see if they could make me talk. They both started to torture them a bit awkwardly at first until Robert told Luke to come round to his side so that they could each concentrate on one each. He had moved down to let Luke in and he put his leg over and straddled the trunk between my legs. All the time the boys were feeling my nipples and almost lifting me off the trunk with how hard they stretched them. I was torn between the excitement of it all and the pain. Not the sort of pain that is normal, it was quite exhilarating in a way and I just let them get on with it. Luke even bent over and gripped his share with his teeth at one point, that did make me squeal much to their amusement but only encouraged them to continue. All this time, Robert was sat with his hands holding my legs down and gradually I could feel them slide further up my thighs with his thumbs creeping closer and closer to my pussy until eventually I felt them rubbing up and down and gradually opening me up so that he had a good grip on each side and stretched me wide open. The boys were watching this and he told them to move down each side of where he was and watch what he was doing. He was sort of giving them a lesson on what he thought was presented in front of them. He kept rubbing his thumbs up and down while holding me wide open. Before long he had his thumbs each side of my clitoris and massaged it and trapped it between his thumbs. The feeling was out of this world, I nearly weed myself while he was doing it and I could feel the cool air right inside my exposed bits. He kept doing it for what seemed like an age until he told the boys to grip my lips from each side where they were standing. They fumbled around for a while until they managed to grip me tightly and Robert wet his finger and began working on my clitoris and sliding his finger up and down my wide open bits . They just seemed to glide up and down, all slippery and I was writhing about, my hands still tied above my head. I didn’t really notice anything else other than what I was feeling. I have no idea if they were playing with themselves or anything. When they eventually stopped Robert pulled my leg over and stood me up and untied my hands. He pushed my shorts into my hands and smacked my bottom and chased me down the path and eventually they slowed down while I ran to the edge of the woods and hurriedly pulled my shorts on and ran back home.
Everything seemed to go back to normal for the next few days. the weather changed for the worst and we had a couple of grey, wet weeks which kept me in most of the time. I did see Robert twice while going out and he waved at me and smiled and that same feeling came back over me each time.
Simon obviously knew about the events and couldn’t wait for the next time I was in trouble and that led to him pushing the boundaries again. The same for Robert and it was about three weeks before we all met up again.
