Only it's funny, Dear Diary, I find myself thinking about Burt all the time now, and even that night I loved Sandy up, I closed my eyes and pretended that he was in bed with me and fucking me instead of what I was doing to my sister.
Anyway, what got me my spanking from Burt was that a couple of days ago I made a terrible booboo. I switched envelopes, and I sent the wrong letter to the wrong man, and it cost Burt some money. He had to make a long-distance call to a distributor in Sacramento, and he almost missed a very big sale. He called me into his office a few minutes before quitting time and he pointed out what I had done. I was awfully ashamed and I apologized. Then he looked at me and said, “You know, Arlene, when you first started working, I said that maybe after you were past your probation, I would give you a spanking if you didn't shape up well. For a stunt like the one you just pulled, young lady, I think you have one coming. Don't you?”
My legs started to tremble and my pussy started to get itchy. And I found myself saying that yes I did, I deserved one, and that I wanted to work for him and hoped that he would forgive me, and that if it would help, I wanted him to spank me and get it over with.
So he told me he was going to do it. He told me to pull up my clothes and lean forward across the top of his desk. I did so, I was wearing nylon stockings and a garterbelt these days. I really felt grownup and sexy. My bottom was upturned and sticking out at a very tempting angle, I knew. He came over from his chair and stood beside me at the left, and I felt myself shaking all over. I could see that he had taken out a wooden ruler and was laying it at my right on the edge of the desk to be used. I closed my eyes and squirmed a little, and I waited. He put his left palm on my back, and pushed me down a little, and then he took up the ruler and began to spank me over my panties. He gave me twenty good hard stinging spanks, and I gasped and squirmed and kicked a little.
I thought it was over, but it wasn't. When he finished, he said, “That was just the first part. Now I want you to come over to me on the couch and let down your panties and go over my lap for the last part of your punishment, Arlene.”
I really thought I was going to drop dead of shame then, but on the other hand I felt myself getting weak in the knees and with that squirming feeling between my legs as I saw him move over to the black-leather-padded couch and sit down, the ruler still in his hand. I straightened up a little, and I put my fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down. Then I hobbled over to him, and lay straight down over his lap and stretched out on the couch. I knew he had seen my pussy. He put his left arm around my waist, and then he told me I had been very naughty and had almost cost him a great deal of money on that contract, and asked me if I didn't agree that I deserved a good spanking. I said yes I did. Then he started to spank me with the ruler on my bare heinie. He gave me twenty more spanks, and it really hurt and I kicked a lot, and I was crying at the end and begging him please to stop.
He let me lie over his lap and then he started to feel my bottom with his hand. I shivered, and I thought I would really melt. And then finally it was over and he himself pulled my panties up and stood me on my feet. And then he kissed me and said, “You took it very well, Arlene dear, and I'm pleased with you. Maybe next week I'll give you a raise.”
I can hardly wait for him to spank me again, Dear Diary! Or to kiss me either!
CHAPTER SEVEN
November 3, 1969:
Oh, wow, Dear Diary! I never knew that spankings could be so thrilling and so wayout. In a way, I guess I might have even been wrong about Mr. Douglas. Because now I understand exactly what fun he gets out of spanking a girl and making her feel so helpless and ashamed and childish that it turns her on as well as it does him. Sandy hasn't quite got around to that frame of mind, but I think maybe she might. You see, since I'm so crazy about Burt Edwards, I sort of hinted to Tommy Turnbull that my kid sister was going to turn out to be quite a gal and that in some ways she was prettier than I was. So the first thing I knew, he was having secret dates with her. Of course those dates weren't at night because Mr. Douglas and Mom still don't believe in letting Sandy date until she gets at least seventeen the way I am. But her dates with him were worked out by my nice girlfriend, Betsy Rourke. I mean, she would call up Mom and ask if Sandy could come over to her place and work on some themes or homework, and of course Mom said yes. So then Sandy would go over to Tommy's house. He has an old aunt who doesn't hear very well or see very well, and his folks do a lot of traveling because they are in a promotional kind of business which takes them all around the state of California. So what Tommy would do was to arrange to have Sandy come over to his place when his parents weren't home. And from what Sandy told me the last couple of times, that boy is a real swinger. I sort of hate to lose him, but then Burt is a real man — as nobody else but yours truly can vouch for!
Sandy tells me that she has let Tommy go as far as getting his hand under her skirt and even under the legs of her panties to tickle her pussy while he is French kissing her. And the little minx told me with a sort of swaggering look to show me how grownup she is that when he was doing that to her and sending her into dreamland, and, she was zipping down his fly and taking out his cock and playing with it while she had a handkerchief in the other hand ready to eaten his gism when he would come. Anyway, what really turned her on was that she had a date Friday afternoon with Tommy after Mr. Douglas had given her a quick spanking over her panties without waiting for the Saturday afternoon session because she had been impudent to him. He had just put his foot on the chair and bent her over his knee and paddled her heinie while she had to hold her skirt and petticoat way up and stick her bottom out for the spanks. It hurt a lot, and so Tommy sort of consoled her. Only she was teasing him, and she told me that he took her over his lap and pulled her clothes up, and started to give her a spanking. She got so huffy about it that he got mad at her and pulled her panties all the way down and then he really gave it to her. She was yelling at the top of her voice and telling him that she was going to have the cops drag him off to jail, but when he stopped, he rolled her over and then he began to kiss her pussy all over and to tickle it with his finger. Sandy said that she almost died, it was so exciting. So I guess maybe, Dear Diary, my kid sister is beginning to feel the way I do about Burt.
You see, I've had a couple of more spankings from him and I am now his private secretary and I am earning eighty-five dollars a week. I got my promotion about two and a half weeks ago, and the very first day I started as his private secretary, I got my second spanking from him.
What happened was, I usually go to lunch about eleven-thirty, but the day I started as Burt's secretary, he told me that he went to lunch at that time and that I was to go at twelve-thirty. Anyway, Betsy Rourke called me about ten to tell me that Tommy and Dick Fuller were going to be over to a party at her place on Saturday afternoon and did I want to have Sandy come over because it would be a wonderful chance for Sandy to be alone with Tommy. I rather gathered that Betsy had the hots for Dick, and that's exactly the way it turned out. Then she asked me could I meet her downtown on Van Ness and M Streets for lunch, so without thinking I said sure I could and that about quarter of twelve would be fine.
Anyway, Burt was out of the office at eleven-thirty, so I had forgotten about his telling me not to go until an hour later, figuring that he had already gone to lunch by himself and that I wouldn't be needed in his absence. It was a real mistake, Dear Diary, but as it turned out, I wouldn't have had it otherwise.
So I told the receptionist that I was going out to lunch and that I would be back by a quarter of one. I went to meet Betsy and we had lunch together in a little pizza parlor. She tole me that she had gone to bed with Dick and now she knew what it was like and it was just wonderful. Her folks were out of town and they trusted her, so she didn't have any problems in that direction at all. Of course if anybody ever blabbed, her bottom would be turned up to the razor strap and the hairbrush and then some. But Dick knew all about how to make a girl happy and he ha
d used a safe so she wouldn't get into trouble. She tole me I just didn't know what life was like until I had myself a guy poking me between the legs.
We finished out lunch and I told her I would tell Sandy all about the party. Then I went back to the office, only to find Burt Edwards waiting for me, and fit to be tied.
“Didn't I tell you not to go to lunch until twelve-thirty, Arlene?” he wanted to know, and he was scowling at me.
“Yes, sir, but you were gone so I thought you had gone to lunch and that's why I left,” I explained.
“That doesn't alter the fact that you disobeyed me. Here it is your first day as my private secretary and you willfully go against my orders, young lady. I think that calls for discipline. Would you like to be demoted back down to being a file clerk and not get your raise?” he asked.
“Oh no, Mr. Edwards, please don't do that!” I pleaded with him.
“In that case, you're going to have to agree to receive a good sound spanking from me, young lady. Well, what's your answer?”
I didn't take long in making up my mind, Dear Diary. I started squirming again and I felt my pussy tickling. The mere thought of showing him my bottom and my pussy and being all alone on that couch in his private office really sent me! “I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Edwards,” I stammered. “I don't want to lose my promotion, so if I have to pay for my mistake by taking a spanking, I'll take it.”
“That's very sensible.” He went to the door and locked it, first putting out a little sign which said “Do Not Disturb.” Then he sat down on the couch and he had the ruler in his hand. I started feeling shaky already. “Pull your clothes up above your waist, Arlene, and come over and lie down over my lap,” he ordered.
After I had done so, he made me lift my hips while he pulled my panties down to my knees and twisted them so they would restrain my kicking. Then he told me to give him my hands, and he grabbed hold of them with his left hand so I couldn't cover up. The air-conditioning was on, so I felt the cool air on my naked flesh and I was made very aware of the fact that my big round bottom was about to be ruler-spanked but good.
He brought the ruler down really hard and noisily, and I squealed and kicked up first one leg and then the other. He pulled me closer to him with his left hand, and then he went on spanking. After about thirty spanks, my bottom blazed as if it was on fire, and I began to twist and squirm around and start to cry and beg him please not to spank me anymore and promised that I would be awfully good.
He stopped a moment, and then he told me he thought it was a good idea to give me a really good hard spanking at the start of my new job so I wouldn't forget my responsibilities. He asked me if I didn't agree with him. I was sniffling and trying to catch my breath, but he took that for stubbornness, so he gave me four or five hard stinging swats on the tops of my thighs which really hurt. “Answer me when I talk to you, Arlene!” he exclaimed.
“Oh yes! Owww, ohh, ahhhh, yes, Mr. Edwards, please, please not so hard!” I blubbered.
He put the ruler down, and then he used his hands spanking my naked seat. That hurt even worse. I was twisting and tossing all over his lap, till finally I slipped off and sank down on the floor on my knees, both my hands rubbing my bare bottom and the tears running down my face. He sat there, and from where I knelt, I could see his big stiff cock sticking up tightly against the fly of his pants. I stared at it, and he saw I was watching. “Come back here this minute, Arlene, I haven't half finished your punishment,” he told me.
“Oh please, not any more, it's so sore already, please, Mr. Edwards, I'll do anything you want, but please don't spank me!” I pleaded.
Burt Edwards looked down at me, and his eyes were shining, but he didn't look so cruel as Mr. Douglas did. There was a kind of teasing expression on his lips, and then he said in a husky voice, “I really ought to take you up on that Arlene. Just how far would you go if I did let you off the rest of your spanking?”
I was kneeling there, one hand rubbing my red burning bottom, but the other hand didn't make any effort to cover up my pussy. My panties were twisted around my knees, and my skirt and my petticoat were still pulled up so that I knew that I was showing him everything I had. But now the heat of my bottom was just as much in front of me as it was in back, and I guess that's what made me blurt out, “Whatever you want me to do, Mr. Edwards, I'll do it, only please no more, I'll be a good girl for you!”
“I'm sure of that, honey,” he chuckled. “But you're still a little young for what I had in mind.”
“I'm almost eighteen,” I sniffled, “and I'm crazy about you — there, now you know, and you can spank me if you want to for saying that, but I mean it, Mr. Edwards — Burt darling!”
“Why you crazy kid!” he said in a soft voice, and then he reached down and lifted me up by the elbows and sat me down on his lap. He put his left arm around my waist, and his right hand was stroking my stockinged thigh, and then he kissed me hard on the mouth. I almost fainted, it was so exciting. I flung my arms around his neck and I hugged him and I gave him back his kiss with everything I had. I could feel that the lips of my pussy were twitching and getting wet, and I squirmed around on his knees, because my bare seat was throbbing. But this time the friction felt so wonderful, and it made me all the sexier. I felt his tongue pry between my lips, and then both of his hands went to my bubbies and squeezed them gently. “You darling, you, you sweet darling!” he muttered. “I'm just as crazy about you, if you want to know something. But it's too early in the game to do what I really want, Arlene. Your parents wouldn't let me marry you until you turn eighteen — how far off is that?”
“Next spring, early, but gosh, I wish I could be your wife right now, I really do, with all my heart and soul, Burt darling!” I gasped.
Then I kissed him again, and this time I put my own tongue between his lips. He groaned a little, and I felt his fingers on my bubbies, till my nipples ached and felt hot and hard with longing.
His right hand was stroking my thigh, and now it was moving up above the stockingtop. When it touched my bare skin, I shivered, and I kissed him harder than ever, and my fingers dug into the back of his neck and my tongue thrust all the way inside his mouth. I had never felt like this before in all my life, and my bottom was so hot that it seemed to me I was an entirely different person.
“We better cut that out or I might just take advantage of you, young lady,” he finally said in a harsh, taut voice as he took me by the shoulders and pulled me away from him. “I'm a lot older than you, honey, and I've had experience with girls before, but you're the loveliest I've ever seen. I do want to marry you, but we'll have to wait until you're eighteen. And besides, my Aunt Ella will want to see you again. She's a pretty jealous woman, because after all she's looked after me ever since my folks died when I was about sixteen.”
I want to know her too, Burt dear,” I whispered. “And I want her to like me as much as you do.”
He gave a little laugh, then. “Oh, no doubt about it, honey, she really will. Only she might be a little strict with you, and I can't do anything about it. Last year I almost married a girl, but Aunt Ella had it in for her and broke it up. We'll have to see what she thinks about you one of these days. But now, come lie over my lap again and let me soothe that lovely bottom of yours. I know I spanked you pretty hard.”
“It wasn't too bad, really, Burt darling, it wasn't!” I protested. But his big strong hands took hold of me by the waist and stood me up, and then he pulled me down over his lap again. He moved my clothes almost up to my armpits, and then his fingers were awfully gentle as they stroked my bare back and then my hips and bottom and legs. I closed my eyes and stretched out my arms and shivered. It was so wonderful. I knew he was looking at my bare heinie and that the shadowy groove between the cheeks and I knew, too, that he wanted to see my pussy. I wanted him to know everything about me, to have everything I had. I was so in love with him it hurt, and even then I began to feel grateful to Mr. Douglas for having taught me what a spanking could do for a big gr
ownup girl who used to play with herself and with her sister and really didn't know that she was waiting to be loved by a real, wonderful man like Burt Edwards.
Now his fingers began to press and squeeze and stroke the cheeks of my heinie, especially at the ripest curves where he had spanked the hardest with the ruler and his hand. I felt the hot stinging pain go away and be replaced by a wonderful, tingling feeling that soon passed down along the insides of my legs and up into my pussy. And even as I was lying over his legs, abandoned and ready for whatever he wanted to do to me without a word of protest, I could feel his big cock get awfully hard and press against my tummy. It made me shiver almost with a kind of delicious fright when I thought that maybe one day soon we could be married, and then he could give me a good spanking on the bare and then make love to me... fuck me... oh, the word alone made me get itchier than ever, just thinking about it and what it meant between the two of us!
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