My Spanking Diary

by Arlene Gorley

  I tried to keep count, tried to count the spanks to myself so as to forget how hard they were and they burned my sore heinie. But I couldn't. She would keep me waiting such a terribly long time and I almost died, and then suddenly she would give me three or four stingers in the tenderest spots till I thought I couldn't stand it any more and I almost found myself begging her to stop a minute and let me rest. Then she would let me rest, only to start all over again with five or six slowly and very stingingly administered whacks.

  My bottom burned so awfully that I didn't think it would ever feel normal again. I was crying and I was shaking on the horse, and could feel the strap holding my back down and rubbing my pussy into the horse. My legs were kicking jerkily, and my fingernails were digging into my sweating palms. It was by far the worst spanking of my whole life, and I didn't think I could stand it.

  And then all of a sudden, after an awful spank that pinched the inner edges of my bottomcheeks right over the crease, she said, “That was very good for a start, slave. Now I will leave you here for a few minutes to reflect on what else I may have in store for you tonight during your first important test.”

  I heard her footsteps moving away from me, and then there was silence except for my sobs and sniffles. I tried to move around on the horse, and all I could feel was the blazing heat in my poor bottom. But there was something else, too. My pussy was just as much on fire. And before I knew it, I was rubbing myself shamelessly on the hard cold leather and trying to get myself to come so it would ease the pain, and I was closing my eyes and trying to pretend that Burt was there and that he was getting ready to fuck me.

  Then I heard her footsteps come back again — I don't know how long it was, but it must have been at least half an hour. I heard something sliding on the floor, something hard, and then I heard her voice just in front of me: “Now you are going to answer some questions truthfully, slave. Remember, the impression you make tonight will have a great deal to do with what I decide about you and my nephew. “Y — yes, M — Mistress,” I gasped tearfully.

  Suddenly I felt something flick me over my sore bottom and I gasped and groaned and squirmed a little. “This is a martinet, slave,” she announced. “If I'm not satisfied with your answer, you feel this three-thonged whip spank you very hard. Now get ready. Have you ever made love to a boy or has he had you?”

  “Oh no, Mistress Ella!” I gasped out right away.

  “Then you are a virgin?”

  “Y — yes, M — Mistress Ella.”

  “Have you played with yourself at night when you are alone in bed, girl?” was her next question.

  “Y — yes I have.”

  “Or with any other girls?”

  “Y — yes, M — Mistress Ella, I have.”

  “With whom?”

  “With my sister Sandy.”

  The next thing I knew, I felt a terrible stinging smack as the three leather bands bit over my burning heinie, and I yelled out, “I'm telling you the truth, Mistress Ella, I did it with Sandy, oh please don't hit me with that awful whip.”

  “That was just to quicken your mind, slave. Now be very careful how you answer this next question. Are you ready?”

  “Y — yes, Mistress Ella,” I sobbed, wriggling on the horse and trying to ease the awful pain in my heinie.

  “If I let you off any more spanking tonight, will you show your gratitude by making love to me the way I order you to do?” she demanded.

  “Oh yes!” I said without even thinking. “I'll do anything you want, I promise I will, only just let me be Burt's girl!”

  I heard her moving about, and then suddenly she said to me, “Lift up your head and put your mouth to my pussy, slave!”

  At the same time, I felt her gloved fingers twist in my bobbed curls and force my face right up against her. I guess maybe she had unfastened that flap between her legs, the one that was attached to the hem of the corselet. Anyway, my lips pressed against the tickling curling hairs of her pussy, and I could inhale the pungent, tangy odor of her spot.

  “Love me, slave! Let me see how imaginative you are,” she ordered, and she gave me a light flick with the whip over my bottom and legs that made me jump and groan. I didn't wait. I began to kiss her pussy and then to use my tongue all over the lips and inside till I felt the hard button of her clit.

  As soon as I reached it, she groaned, “Oh, you darling you! That's lovely, you're a wonderful slave, and I think you're going to pass! Keep it up, or I'll whip you raw, you lovely naked bitch!”

  She was getting awfully excited. I could feel her moving around and squirming herself so that her pussy mashed against my mouth and nose. I kept rubbing with my tongue all I could, and she began to give me a few flicks with the whip until I was nearly crazy from the pain and also the pleasure I was getting because my pussy was rubbing against the horse and I was getting very close to come myself.

  And then suddenly she uttered a groan and tugged at my hair and mashed her pussy against my mouth and then I knew that she had come.

  After a long minute, she said to me, “Arlene, now I am going to tell you a little about myself. My nephew Burt is a very passionate young man. I was the one who trained him, when he was only about sixteen. The man I was in love with was killed in a motor crash some years ago, and when Burt's parents died, I brought him up. One evening quite by accident, he saw me naked, and I knew that I was going to have to do something about it. He was already showing interest in girls and he could have got into trouble. So I resolved that I would bring him up and let him learn his sex from me so there would be no danger of scandal. You understand me?”

  “Y — yes, Mistress Ella,” I gasped.

  “You are most intelligent beyond your age, my dear. That's why I think very likely you may be the one that Burt can really love and whom I approve of,” she went on. “There was never any danger between us, because I had a serious illness about ten years ago, and I had to have an operation which meant that I could never have a child. So there wasn't any danger of Burt's getting me pregnant — do you understand, dear?”

  “Yes, Mistress Ella.”

  “So I became his sweetheart, but I also found that he had a little of the sadist in his makeup. Once we had a maid who turned out to be a little thief, and I took her over my lap and spanked her bottom. Burt happened to come in, and he got an erection right away — that means he got excited and wanted to make love. I sent the girl away and then I made love to him. I asked him about what he had seen, and he admitted that it excited him. After that, I knew that to give him a rich and full sexual life, he would need an occasional spanking scene. And so as he got older, there were times when I would pay a maid more money to work for me with the understanding that she would from time to time allow herself to be spanked, till finally I let Burt do it himself. But I never let him make love to any of those girls, because they could perhaps blackmail him. Do you begin to understand something about us, darling?”

  Yes, I did, and I told her so.

  “But there was always one thing lacking, Arlene dear,” she went on. Now I felt her gloved hands gently stroking my burning, swollen heinie. “All of these girls whom I spanked in front of Burt were afraid of punishment, and ashamed, and there wasn't any sex for them at all. I knew that Burt wanted to find a girl like myself who could enjoy the pleasure of punishment as well as the humiliation and the suffering of it — can you understand that, dear?”

  “I — I think so, Mistress Ella. It — it was like when Mr. Douglas spanked me, I was thinking about a boy I once thought I was awfully stuck on, and wishing that he was doing it instead,” I told her.

  “That's exactly it, dear! Your nature has some of the masochist in you, which means that you enjoy being dominated by a stronger person. And when you love that person, then the pain and the shame of the spanking turn into joy and delight for you — isn't that true?”

  “Yes, I know it is Mistress Ella,” I said fervently.

  “Well, my darling, I think that we have made a wo
nderful start. I'm very sure that you will be the girl that I have tried to find for my nephew, and in the months ahead until your eighteenth birthday, we shall have more of these tests, until finally I bring you together with my nephew to make certain that the two of you begin a life of uninhibited happiness. We shall tell your mother and stepfather nothing about this, of course. It will be our secret. But I think you have passed, and now would you like Burt to come down and talk to you?”

  “Oh yes, oh please yes, Mistress Ella! I — I wish he could love me right now!” I gasped, and I began to cry a little from sheer happiness in the midst of all the terrible burning that my poor bummy was undergoing.

  She laughed softly. “I'll bring him to you, Arlene darling,” she promised.

  And in a few minutes I heard his footsteps, and then I blushed because I was bare-naked except for my garterbelt and stockings, and I knew that my big bottom must be terribly red from all that spanking, and he could just about see everything I had. Then I heard noises in front of me, and all of a sudden his fingers were in my hair and with his other hand he was stroking my tearstained face and murmuring, “You sweet darling, I was praying that you would pass this test, and Aunt Ella tells me that you've done more than she could ever hope for this first time. Now we can consider ourselves engaged, my darling. And all I'm going to ask of you until our wedding night is one very loving slave-like kiss. It may shock you a little, and I won't mind if you say no. But will you give it to me of your own free will without being spanked?”

  “Oh yes, dearest, oh yes, Burt, my lover, my husband,” I sobbed joyously.

  And then I felt his fingers unknot the bandanna and take it off and I could see again. And he was standing on a stool in front of me, and he was wearing just shorts and sandals, and the shorts were unbuttoned and his big hard cock was sticking out in front of my mouth. I gasped and I turned a flaming red, just like my heinie. But without hesitating almost, I opened my mouth and I gave his cock a loving long kiss.

  And then I trembled and shivered and I began to rub myself against the horse because Aunt Ella had taken off her corselet and was naked except for her boots and gloves, and she was leading Burt to the bench and lying down on it and he was getting on top of her. And they were fucking in front of me, and I was envious, Dear Diary. I watched his muscular bottom jerk up and down as he plunged into her pussy, and I saw her arms and legs wrap round him and hold him tight as they kissed and did all the things I wanted one day so soon to do!

  CHAPTER NINE

  June 19, 1970:

  It's like a wonderful dream that has suddenly come true, Dear Diary! My name is now Arlene Edwards, and I've been married just ten days. But so much has happened since that time I went through Aunt Ella's first test but I don't know how I can write it all down. It's in my mind, and it's in my flesh too, and I think maybe I will always go back to you, Dear Diary, and write down things as I remember them and recall them. And there will always be new things happening to me to give me more ideas for writing so I can remember in the years ahead.

  Where shall I begin? Well, after Aunt Ella and Burt fucked, they untied me and then Aunt Ella gave me a massage with cold cream so that I didn't hurt any more. Then I got dressed and Burt took me back home and told Mom that we were going to be engaged and that he hoped Mr. Douglas would agree to my being married when I got to be eighteen.

  Mr. Douglas was very happy. He told me that Burt was a fine young man with great prospects and that Burt struck him as the sort of man who would know how to keep a young flighty wife in line. Mr. Douglas couldn't know how right he was, could he, Dear Diary?

  About two weeks later, Aunt Ella invited Sandy and me over to their house, But Sandy was sort of disgraced. Mr. Douglas had found out from a neighbor who had seen her and Tommy Turnbull hiding in an old garage and necking, a d Mr. Douglas said that she was going to get the spanking of her life. But Aunt Ella asked him if it would be all right if she gave Sandy her spanking instead, and he finally agreed.

  So after dinner, Sandy, who was scared as anything and didn't of course know what was going on between Aunt Ella and me and Burt, went downstairs with us to the basement. When she saw the triangle and the horse and the bench, and all the shipping instruments, she got terrible scared and started to cry and said that she would rather have Mr. Douglas spank her. But Aunt Ella told her that if she didn't submit, she would get a double spanking, the other one being from Mr. Douglas, so Sandy finally agreed.

  Sandy was made to take off all her clothes, and then Aunt Ella lead her over to the triangle, while Burt took her wrists and held them up above her head and locked them into the single cuff. Then Aunt Ella locked Sandy's ankles in the separate cuffs at the base of the triangle.

  Then Burt said, “Sandy, your sister has been naughty too, so maybe it will ease your mind a little to know that I'm going to give her a good spanking while my aunt gives you yours.”

  I gasped and blushed, but already he was leading me over to the bench and sitting down on it and taking me over his lap. He pulled up my dress and petticoat, and then my panties were tugged down to my calves. He picked up the leather sole and began to spank me lightly with it, while Aunt Ella went behind Sandy and touched the outline of her firm cheeks and the wide straddle of her slim lovely legs. Sandy turned her face back and anxiously wanted to know how many spanks she was going to get, because, of course, Mr. Douglas had so kept up his demerit system. But Aunt Ella didn't tell her. Instead, she picked up the same longhandled bathbrush she had used on my poor heinie and began to spank Sandy with it. After about twenty spanks, Sandy was jerking and twisting in every direction, and crying hard and begging for mercy. Then Aunt Ella put her left forefinger around Sandy and began to frig her soft pussy while she gave her a few light spanks with the bristled side of the bathbrush. Sandy squealed and told her to stop, but pretty soon it was evident that the tickling and frigging was making Sandy very hot. She began to push her pussy back and forth trying to get Aunt Ella's finger to go in deeper, and all the time Aunt Ella was increasing the tempo of the bristle spanks until suddenly Sandy squealed and shivered and then came.

  Burt had been spanking my bottom all the time with the sole, but he slipped his forefinger under my tummy and began to frig me at about the time Aunt Ella was loving Sandy up, so we both came about the same time. I was just dying to be loved up, but Burt wouldn't do anything more. Except one thing. He had me kneel down and thank him for my spanking by opening his pants and shorts and taking out his cock and kissing it. Then he let me play with it until he came, and gave me a handkerchief to catch his juice in. Then I dressed, and gave him a long French kiss, while Aunt Ella cuddled Sandy until she stopped crying, and then unlocked the cuffs and helped Sandy dress and then we both went home. Sandy told Mr. Douglas that she had got a very hard spanking and he wanted to see her bottom, so she had to pull up her clothes and let him pull down her panties and look. He said he was satisfied.

  I got two Christmas gifts from Burt. One was a beautiful engagement ring, and the other was an oval-shaped wooden paddle with my name Arlene, cut into it with a whittling knife. Both Mom and Mr. Douglas laughed a lot about that, and Mr. Douglas said that it certainly looked as if I was going into the right hands when I became a bride. Oh yes, I knew that too, and I could hardly wait, Dear Diary!

  About the middle of January, I went over to Burt's house again, but this time all by myself. It was Aunt Ella's birthday, and I swear she certainly didn't look her forty-one years at all. This time she told me she wanted to have me all to herself, and she sent Burt out to a movie. She took me down to the basement and made me strip naked except for my garterbelt and stockings again. Then she sat down on the bench and gave me a good hard spanking with her gloved hand. All she was wearing was boots and gloves, because she took off her dress as soon as we got down to the basement. And after I had had my spanking, she stretched out on the bench and told me to love her. That was the night she taught me how to sixty-nine, kissing her pussy with my head between her
long legs while she held my bottom and pulled me down to her face and gammed me good until we both came.

  In February, Sandy was sent over to Aunt Ella for a combination birthday and punishment spanking. She was sixteen, and again she had been caught fooling around with Tommy Turnbull. This time Aunt Ella made her strip all bare and climb on the horse and get strapped down. Then she blindfolded Sandy, and she had me give Sandy her sixteen spanks and one to grow on before she took over. Burt took me over to a low couch she had put in the basement, and he said that since we were going to be married the next month, it would be all right to pretend that we were almost married — but not quite. He undressed me down to my bra and panties and garterbelt and stockings, and he was wearing just a bathrobe. He was strong and naked under it. He cuddled me in his lap while we watched Aunt Ella spank Sandy's squirming bottom with a leather strap. The way she jumped and twisted and the way she yelled and begged for mercy and cried got us both excited, and before I knew it, he had taken off my bra and was sucking one of my nipples while his finger was poking inside my panties to frig my little clit till I creamed. When it was over, I went down on my knees and opened his bathrobe and began to kiss and suck his cock and this time, Dear Diary, I took his strong hot juice in my mouth and I swallowed it all. He said I was going to make a wonderful wife and lover, and that he was deeply in love with me. Of course we were both quiet so that Sandy didn't know what was going on, because we didn't want her to tell.

  Besides, after she had had her good sound spanking, Aunt Ella untied her from the horse and led her over to the bench and then made her lie down on her back while she got over Sandy and started to love her up the way she had done with me. And pretty soon Sandy was in seventh heaven as she was being gammed and was learning to gam at the same time.