My First Time with a Leather Belt Spanking at a Private School

My First Time With a Belt!


My name is Dena, I am a brown eyed, dark haired girl, at the time just barely 18, and a skinny young thing in fairly good shape. I was rebellious to authority, and more than ready for adventure, especially sexual adventure, back then I had for the first time shaved all of the pubic hair from my little muff leaving it bare, and still do trying to stay look , and feel young, refusing to grow up!... I liked wearing loose fitting tube tops short shorts, short skirts, bikini panties, and outfits that would show a lot of my shapely young full 36 “breasts and equally attractive round bottom! Now even as an older woman, I still enjoy role play like that of being the little girl next door, . I loved dressing up for a spanking. Then and now! I really like it when a man treats me like a naughty little daddy's girl. But what I really like is a man who wears a wide leather belt, and knows how to use it, even these days the thought of this, and what happened to me back then is still quite sexually intoxicating!

My First Time With a Belt!

This like many stories, was one that actually happened to me as a young girl in puberty, and has become one of my favorite fantasies to relive. I didn’t get spanked much as a child and the spankings I did get were not much of a spanking at all, as my father never gave me a really good tanning like I probably deserved. The exception was after my mom and dad divorced my new step father gave me a number of bare handed and bare bottom spankings! He and I never got along and I rebelled to all but the simplest of his demands! My mother who worked a lot and was gone in the evenings had given him full permission to discipline me in any way he wanted, and his favorite was to turn me over his knee lift my dress and pull down my panties, and paddle my bare bottom! I would always carry on begging him not to hurt me, but we both knew it was more than willing on my part, and later I was sent to a private school. This was where I did end up being quite severely whipped! I had received this whipping from the headmaster of the all girls school I attended. We called them 'whacks' or 'swats back then'. I remember it , and boy do I ever because of the way it was conducted and did it ever hurt. But it and the thought has always aroused me even now, as an older woman especially whenever I think about it.

I had been sent to the headmasters office for wearing clothes I was not suppose to, a short pleated mini skirt, a loose fitting narrow tube top that clearly showed a lot of my cleavage, firm young nipples, and make up that was not appropriate for those of a modest young lady attending a private school like mine. I had worn these clothes and gaudy red lipstick that actually made me look more like a slutty young whore than a prim and proper female student, and I had still done so after I had been warned repeatedly not to!

I had walked slow to the headmasters office, and took the long way around thinking of not going at all, but it was my senior year and was suppose to graduate in only weeks, so I really had little choice. I was afraid and worried that I was going to get much more than mere swats from our headmaster due to the stories I heard about his paddles and his belt! Especially for what I had done, that I knew was wrong! He was a big man and there were rumors that he had paddled or whipped several of the other young female students quite harshly, and that the whipping had produced some rather hideous welts! When I finally arrived at his office, his secretary gave me a knowing look told, and me to wait on the firm padded bench!

I think the wait is one part of the punishment, and for many like me the worst part, as all sorts of humiliating and cruel things were in my thoughts of what he might do to me? As I set there several sexually inspired fantasy's flipped through my perverted young mind, and all,..had made my already moist pink little slit coupled with these erotic thoughts even stickier! . A door opened and the head master walked out to talk with the secretary. I had seen him before, but when he turned to look at me it was with less than a cordial smile, the stern look on his face was one I had never seen before, one that really had me worried as he ordered me into his office?

When I tried to get up from the bench,...the most embarrassing thing happened to me? OMG! My wet young clean shaven labia lips and pubic folds along with the sticky wetness of arousal coupled with the soft padded material of the bench had conspired to stick me firmly to the bench, almost like a very efficient sexual suction cup!!
The headmaster at first did not notice that I was stuck, as I squirmed around pushing up trying to free myself? All this had done was to make me stick to the bench even tighter, once he realized I was not behind him had returned, and with a perplexed look on his face had offered his hand to help me up! Then with him pulling and me sill unable, had taken both on my hands, and as a big strong man had actually pulled the bench that squeaked along the polished floor as it moved the short distance, before my young wet stimulated sticky pussy lips finally pulled free with a very unladylike sucking sound followed by a subtle smacking pop!
The look on his face was priceless, and on mine with wonder along with the secretary who was now standing looking directly at me, that had watched the whole embarrassing thing, first with disbelief, as the two of them had finally figured out what had just happened! But for me the sensation with my already stimulated genitals, had not only brought my pale skin to almost crimson, but it was all I could do to squeeze my thighs together and hold back a sexual sensation that do to all that had happened was more than ready to easily rush out!

With him still holding one of my hands and my knees clamped tightly together a waddled into his office pigeon toed and trembling still on the very edge of one incredible orgasm that had been denied at least for the moment! It took several minutes for my composure to return and was finally able to stand on my own!
Once there he asked if I had anything to say before he punished me? I could not help myself and blurted out defiantly my story of what had happened, and that as a grown young woman of 18! And as such felt I could wear what ever I dam well pleased and that he or the school had no right to tell me any different as to what kind of clothes or make up I could, or could not wear!

We discussed, “Argued” the matter for a time as he explained what I already knew, that this private school my parents had enrolled me in, had been given the sole power to discipline any of the students, including me, and in anyway they saw fit! Including corporal punishment, and because I had willfully disobeyed the rules, and on more than one occasion insulted several of my teachers, and had even told one to get stuffed, so I was past due for some extreme punishment!
Plus the fact that I had not apologized to either of these teachers or made any effort to comply, and that I had even encouraged other students to be rebellious like me. Because of this he went on to say he had no choice, and concluded that I should be made an example of,...a very stern example of especially to the other young women students! Then informed me that he would tell my parents what I had done, and that I would be expelled and not graduate unless I submitted to this sinful humiliating punishment, and that it was for my own good!

My perverted young mind had already fantasized about what he might do, would he have me pull down my panties, and grab my ankles! Or would he turn me over his knee setting behind his desk in his big office swivel chair and give me the appropriate bare handed whacks? Both thoughts had made the anticipation and arousal quite apparent, especially after what had just happened at being stuck to the bench, was even more incredibly stimulating?

At that, he ordered me to stand at

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