Nothing happened, but his words painted such a graphic picture in my mind it was like an electric shock going through me. In a second my insides were full of some strange sweetness, spoilt only by the fact that I knew that my face was crimson with an embarrassment I did not understand. Fortunately I was positioned so neither of my parents could see me, and when I had calmed a little I went to the bathroom to recover, confused to find that the gusset of my schoolgirl panties were streaked with moisture.
This was not the first incident like this. As my parents were film buffs I got to watch a lot of early films, and only a week or so before I had to endure the sight of Jenny Maxwell being spanked by Elvis Presley in Blue Hawaii, and not long before this I'd been forced to watch Maureen O’Hara taken across John Wayne’s knee in her underwear while a happy crowd watched her humiliation. I remember my father letting out a deep lascivious chuckle as he watched which did not help me to deal with the weird internal turmoil that scenes like this set off inside me. If that was not enough, a few weeks after this they put on a video of an old episode of The Saint where Erica Rogers was spanked across Roger Moor's knee in her slip.
At this stage of my life my sexual curiosity was taking me over, but I was still essentially innocent. So far none of the local boys had even got as far as getting on first name terms with my newly minted breasts, yet it seemed that my parents in all innocence were in a conspiracy to turn me into a pervert before my sex life had started. At this formative point in my sexuality, although I did not know why I found the idea of being spanked by an attractive man massively exciting, and it is not surprising that my reaction to these scenes confused me a great deal. These spankings that I witnessed were not about sex, yet somehow they were. For a sexually mature girl to be taken across a man’s knee simply had to be loaded with erotic implications, even if I was to young to understand them. To add to their power, in other films where school age girls were threatened with spankings, they were often told it would be with their knickers down, the thought of which both embarrassed and excited me beyond belief.
None of the films I saw overtly focused on the sexual, but I was more than happy to do that for myself. I found myself imagining the girls in these scenes being spanked by their lovers with their panties dragged down and it made me nearly dizzy with arousal. Although I was ashamed and confused by them, my early masturbatory fantasies were of my being spanked by a man who, starting with my panties, removed more and more of my clothing as the spanking progressed, though because of my lack of experience, what happened at that point became unclear. The evening of the adventure film I mentioned at the beginning of all this I made a point of going to bed early so I could replay the scene in my head, and in particular the man’s words which had so resonated with me. As I plied my fingers to my moist entrance it was those words that were building up my excitement as much as my vision of her struggling and protesting as he spanked her.
Not surprisingly, this fetish, deep rooted having seen first light in such an impressionable stage in my life, lay simmering in my subconscious for some few years, and then as you will know from other postings, in due course a boyfriend spanked me for the very first time and the die was well and truly cast.
Dealing with that here would take far too long so I’ll talk about it in another posting.
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