How I Became A Spanko - Sex Stories

How I Became A Spanko

... delivered each swat with metronomic precision and enough force to leave every centimeter of my tender backside a bright, glowing red for days to follow.

Admittedly, I lost count of the spankings I received, but with each ensuing swat, I began to feel an unexpected mixture of not only pain, but an increasing degree of sexual pleasure. As the relentless paddle warmed my backside, the first sparks of a fire ignited deep within my loins!

The beating, berating, and bawling continued as I endured not only the pain of the onslaught against my tender flesh, but also the humiliation of my future sorority sisters seeing me in such a compromised position, naked and bent over their president's lap, my face and backside the same deep shade of crimson, being paddled like a naughty child, and crying and carrying-on like one as well.

But the temperature inside of my vagina continued to rise!

After what must have been my thirtieth spank, my new sorority sister lifted my limp and shuddering body from her lap, the master-at-arms removed my handcuffs and handed me a robe, and the rest of my sorority sisters whooped, hollered, and applauded, patting me on the shoulders and back in congratulations, but thankfully not any lower.

Using the robe to wipe my eyes, but not putting it on, I made a quick exit from behind the curtain and headed down the hallway to the bathroom, still sobbing and shaking.

As I passed the remaining pledges, some of whom were also crying sympathetic tears ...

... just from listening to the punishment taking place behind the curtain, I heard gasps and moans at the sight of my battered crimson backside, despite the master-at-arms' ordered silence.

Once inside of the bathroom, I stood in front of the toilet with no thought of ever being able to sit down again, grabbed a handful of toilet paper, and blew my nose loudly. Then I leaned my shoulders against the wall and began masturbating furiously, releasing one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life! I licked my fingers clean, wondering how much different another woman's vaginal secretions might have tasted, then noticed a bottle of shampoo with a rounded cap in the shower stall, spread my legs, and shoved the bottle into my dripping vagina as far as it would go. I was so aroused by the humiliation and spanking I had endured, in front of an avid audience no less, my vagina was on fire! I slid the shampoo bottle in and out until another explosive orgasm turned my legs to rubber and I collapsed forward onto the toilet seat, moaning in ecstasy.

A couple of my new sorority sisters had followed me to the bathroom to make sure everything was copacetic, and were standing outside of the door when they heard me moan and collapse onto the toilet seat. Naturally, they rushed in to see if I had passed out or needed any help. They were greeted by the sight of my naked, crimson-red backside, slumped over the toilet seat, with a shampoo bottle protruding from my quivering vagina.

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