I got my first spanking from a girl named Bethany Ford. Beth was a tall, leggy blonde with bright blue eyes, large breasts and slim hips. Her skin was smooth and firm and brown from the sun. She had a nice smile and dainty hands. She was the paragon of classic beauty.
It was the autumn of my last year as a middle-schooler; I was thirteen years old. Beth, a senior in high school, was seventeen.
It was hot that night, as most nights are, even in autumn. The heat would linger until early in the morning when it would get chatteringly cold, then the sun would rise and it would start all over again. Even in the winter it never got below 45 before that early morning chill. As such I was clad in a pair of cut off jean shorts and a raggedy t-shirt. Beth was dressed in a short jean skirt and tank top. That tank top did a great job of showing off her breasts and I spent a lot of time admiring them while pretending to look at something else.
I didn't really need a babysitter at thirteen but my little brother was only seven and my baby sister was three and I certainly wasn't up to taking care of them. Mom was out on a date with some loser named Kevin who I'd be happy never to see again, but she was friends with Beth's mom and that got Beth as my babysitter so it kind of made up for the dumb boyfriend thing.
Anyway, I was sitting in the living room watching some stupid movie, Beth was putting my sibs to bed, when suddenly I heard her say "Donnie, get your butt in bed or I'm gonna' spank it."
Her voice snapped like a matter of fact.
I got all excited when she said it. All tingly. And I got about my dozenth erection of the night. But this time it wasn't just 'cause Beth is a hot seventeen-year-old girl, it's 'cause she said the word "spank".
I'm not sure how long I'd been interested in spanking, maybe since forever. Mom never spanked me. Not dad either, I never knew him. I don't think I suffered for not having a male role model in my life, so whatever. The point is that I didn't have any real-life experience to blame for my complete fascination with spanking. The only thing clearm to me about it was that spankings excited me.
Anyway, Beth got Donnie settled without having to resorte to spanking, came back into the living room, and flopped down on the couch next to me with a huge sigh. She smelled like baby powder so I guess she must have changed Cindy's diaper. I thought three years old was too old to still be in diapers, but whatever, at least I didn't have to do the changing.
Beth smiled at me and said "Just us teenagers now, eh?" then she winked at me.
I think it was the wink that did it. I never really thought I had a chance with a girl like her. I mean, I was just a skinny little brown kid in a town full of skinny little brown kids. Why would she be interested in me? But that wink gave me confidence.
"So, did you mean it? What you said to Donnie?"
She looked at me. "Mean what?"
"That you'd spank him?"
She smiled. "If he needed it, yeah."
"You spank a lot of kids while babysitting?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"Any as old as me?"
"Sure." It was the way she said it, so off handedly, like it was no big deal. I started getting really excited.
Dumb question, I know, but hey, I was a kid.
She laughed. "Yes Adam, really. Now, do you really wanna' talk about spankin's? 'Cause if you keep going on, I'm gonna think you need one."
She was looking at me really carefully then, you know, gauging my reaction. I knew then that she was as interested as I was and, if I did this right, I might get to experience a for-real spanking. My very first ever.
"Well," I said, "maybe I do, maybe I was naughty today."
She nodded slowly and a faint smile lit her face. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Yeah, maybe you do."
She sat there, looking at me for a while and I looked at her feeling all excited in places low in my body. And then she stood up. She smoothed her short jean skirt over her butt, then turned and bent over to grab me by the shoulders and pull me to my feet. When she bent over, I took full advantage of the view provided by that tank top she was wearing.
She led me down the hallway from the living room to my mom's room. She turned on the bedside lamp but not the overhead light, keeping the room in semi-darkness. She sat on mom's bed and pulled me to her, squeezing her knees on either side of my waist to keep me in place. She took my wrists in her small hands and looked at me with that same measuring stare.
I blushed and dropped my gaze, which put me once again staring at her breasts. I blushed even more and returned my gaze to her eyes. She was smiling.
"You can stare at my boobies if you wanna', Adam, but if you do, I'm gonna spank you on the bare butt."
How could I say "no" to an offer like that? I stared.
Her breasts were big, bigger than any girl's in the eighth grade, bigger than mom's, bigger than the new next-door neighbor, and she was fat. There was a small, dark mole on her left one, just above the bra line. She was wearing a white bra under her tank top.
Yeah, I've got a memory for detail.
After a minute or two, she patted my thigh and said, "Okay, naughty boy, time for your spanking." Her voice had gone low and whispery and that was enough to make my skin tingle.
She unbuttoned and unzipped my jean shorts with the frayed edges and let them fall to my knees. My little white briefs did nothing to hide my erection.
I met her gaze. Her eyes were wide and shining. She was bitting her lip like she might be a little nervous. Her breasts fairly heaved with breath.
"Me too," she said. She patted the bed on her right. "Come up here and lay across my lap."
I did as she told me to do. Lying down like that trapped my erection between my tummy and her thighs. Then she pulled my briefs down in back so that the elastic rested just under the cheeks. I remember that I shivered. Her hands were cool and she touched my cheeks gently, one then the other. It sent goose bumps rippling up and down my body.
"Okay," she said.
Then she began.
Her spanks were short and sharp. She didn't raise her hand over her shoulder, just bent at the elbow a bit and let her wrist do all the work. It stung and it tingled but more than that, it felt great. The fire in my bottom sent tense warmth throughout my body. I squirmed over her lap and that only fueled the pleasure. She spanked me all over my bottom, not resting, only delivering a steady flurry of stinging smacks. The stings built to a steady warm glow that had me panting for breath and blinking at tears.
Then I exploded.
I had no idea what was happening.
At first I was so overwhelmed I couldn't think, I could only feel. Then I thought I was peeing on her. I was so embarrassed I fell off the bed trying to get off of her. But she was laughing.
"Come here you naughty, naughty boy," she beckoned.
I went to her, face flushed, eyes down. She lifted my chin and kissed my forehead.
"Haven't you ever had an orgasm before?"
I shook my head. I'd heard about coming before, but I'd never done it. I blushed again.
"No, don't be embarrassed, Adam. It's perfectly normal."
"Well, I've never had a boy do it while I was spanking him before, but I've never spanked a boy who wanted it before."
She kissed my forehead again and I smiled shyly.
Looking back, it's appropriate my first orgasm came with my first spanking.
Beth stood. She took me by the arm and led me to the bathroom where she made me take off my shirt and briefs and put them in the washer. Then she slipped off her little skirt and tossed it in too. Her panties were bright pink with a white-and-blue-checkered pattern over the crotch. Yeah, there's that memory for detail again.
"You really like looking, don't ya'?"
"Well, you're very pretty."
"Aww, that's sweet of you."
"Well, it's true."
She took my wrist and sat on the tub. "Did you like your spanking?"
I reached back to touch my bottom. It was warm and stinging.
"Good, let me see," and she tugged me to her lap. I went over eagerly, already feeling another erection coming on. I rested on her bare thighs with my toes and palms on the cool linoleum while she ran her fingers over my bottom.
"Not bad," she said. "How about we go find a snack and then, if you're still naughty, I'll spank you again."
So that's what we did.
No, we didn't become boyfriend and girlfriend, and we didn't embark on a wild affair, but that also wasn't the last time she spanked me.
But that's another story, eh?