As I lay on my bed, my pyjama bottoms covered in cum from where I had only moments ago brought myself to a huge orgasm, my bedroom door opened, and in walked Marie, who was seventeen.  

Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed and looking very sweaty, her makeup was smudged because of her tears. I thought she was beautiful.  

I hastened to tuck my still semi-erect cock away, as Marie was looking straight into my eyes, and she asked softly, "Please, don't put it away just because I am here. In fact, I'd really like to see your penis. I know you have just cum, as I heard you, and, I, erm, hope you heard me. I would really like to see what spanking and strapping my bottom caused you to do, how much you enjoyed doing it, and the effect it has had on you. Please."  

I looked straight back into her smiling but still red eyes from all the crying and sobbing she had done following the thrashing I had just given her. She smiled so beautifully, and, whilst I knew I shouldn't, I dropped my hands to my side as she slowly walked towards my bed.  

With a wonderful smile, she looked at the sticky mess soaking into my pyjamas, and my cock, which had stopped softening at the very sight of her makeup-smudged face.  

As she approached the bed at my side, she unfastened her skirt, and, as it fell, she caught her knickers in the same movement and dropped them both to the floor. Stepping out of them, she parted her legs, and, facing me, looked at my face and then down to my penis. Bending down, she dipped a couple of fingers into my cum pool, scooped up a load, and spread it over her swollen, engorged, clit.  

Marie smiled broadly as she said excitedly, "See, my pussy is excited, sticky, and swollen, just like you are. Can I sit beside you, snuggle up a bit, and chat? I'll pull your messy pyjama bottoms off too, if you'll let me, so we can both see each other's very personal and now wet private parts. I'll turn around first so you can see my red, and very very sore, bottom. You could even give my bottom several more hard whacks if it would make you hard again."  

I did exactly that, landing six hard whacks, three to each bottom cheek. My erection wondrously returned.  

Marie gave a naughty, mischievous smile even as I smacked her gorgeous bare bottom, letting out gasps of pain after each spank. Once I had finished, she said in a happy tone of voice, "You do smack my bottom so wonderfully, make it so hot, so sore, but make it feel so amazing, and it gets me so aroused."  

In a bit of a stupor, I nodded, and, in a heartbeat, I was naked from the waist down, Marie was sitting propped up on the pillows and, snuggling into me, her fabulous little soft hand was slowly running up and down my now very hard cock stroking my balls.  

As she did so, Marie said with a wistful smile, "Can I ask if you would give me permission to read and see all your spanking material on your computer, Allan? I understand you don't want me using your account for security reasons, but I know you could create me a basic user account, which just gives me permission to read and write to the directory. I must tell you, from what I have already read, there are a great number of things that excite me about your desires about me, some that make me wonder why I get sexually excited, but definitely, none that I find offensive or go too far. A few, the ones specifically where you want to have me make you cum all over my tits and bra, soaking them and my knickers so your cum oozes over my pussy lips, puzzle me. However, if it excites you, and makes you give me really hard, genuine, old-fashioned hidings, and strappings, I don't see the problem, well, except where you want me to walk home with my blouse, bra, and tits obviously very stained and soaked with your cum and want me to let my mum 'accidentally' spot the mess. Mind you, mum is away at the moment, and I am staying with one of her close friends, Sandra, who I know would give me a real leathering if she saw the mess."  

Marie was still smiling as she added, "However, I would like to create and make a lot of the stories you have written come true. Even that one, as I know that Sandra would give me such a hiding that I'd be sore for days. Strangely enough, though, I find that so exciting, especially where you say I have to set my phone up in my bedroom before she comes into leather me, video it, and send you the video."  

After a few moments, Marie added more seriously, "It scares me as I know that Sandra can really thrash a bare bottom so hard, but, as you can see, just talking to you about it has made my pussy very wet. It also seems to be having a marvellous effect on your gorgeous hard cock."  

I knew I was turned on by what Marie wanted to have happen, and so was I. So, I asked, "How do you see it going, Marie?"  

Marie replied enthusiastically, "I like the thought of you spanking me first, hard enough that my bottom is stinging hot, very sore, and red. Then, I would open my blouse, and, playing with you several times throughout the evening, make you cum all over my tits and bra each time so that it also soaked through and stained my blouse."  

After a few moments of thought, Marie added, "The spanking you give me cannot be too hard or, by the time I got home, Sandra would see I had been spanked and ask questions. However, rest assured, she will do a very very thorough job with her strap before I am sent to bed. Her interrogation, scolding, and punishment will be something else, and so exciting for me."  

Marie was actually breathless, and needed a few moments to calm down, before continuing, "A lot of other scenarios excite me too. Could I write some of my own for you to read? I could have my own folder to put those in, so you could check them out for me."  

I immediately agreed, and asked, "When would you like to do this, Marie?"  

Marie thought a moment, rubbing her still stinging bottom from her earlier thrashing, and said, "We can't do it tonight as my bottom is far too red and welted, which Sandra would obviously see. However, please don't get me wrong, as I want you to spank and strap me again tonight before I go home. Would you do that? Please, please, please."  

Marie added, "I do so want you to fill my bra and knickers with your cum and have me wear them when I walk home. I'll wash my smudged makeup off or else everyone will see I have been crying, but I will know, and my vulva will be throbbing every step of the way. Would you like to do that?"  

My head was reeling. I couldn't believe Marie's openness and interest in playing kinky games with me, and wanting me to really thrash her bottom again so thoroughly tonight before she went home. I loved the thought of everything she was asking for, and replied, "It's difficult to explain to you Marie, heck I find it hard explaining it to myself, but, ever since I was around sixteen or seventeen, the sight of a girl's knickers and her bras on a washing line, thrilled me. The pictures in my mind's eye of the girl wearing them always excited me beyond belief. When I got to around eighteen, and understood that stealing them and wrapping them around my hard cock would make me squirt buckets in them in no time, well, I was hooked. To this day, there are few things that excite me more than seeing a lass in only her bra and panties."  

I waited a moment, looking at Marie to see if she was interested, and, by golly, she was. So, I continued, "That story was a dream fantasy. I have written similar stories many times, purely for my own enjoyment, but you have gorgeous full breasts, your low tops, and lovely bras just always haunt me, and I always love to see you and would love to do so many things with you. Thrashing you time and again, and squirting my load on your tits and bra, would be things I would dearly love to do to you."  

I saw Marie smile and nod her head, but thought I needed to make one thing very clear. "One thing I must make absolutely clear. I like you a great deal, you are wonderful, very exciting, sexy, and have definitely got a bottom I want to spank and strap a great deal. However, if you want to play out some of my stories, I must be totally open and honest with you. We might fulfil and satisfy each other completely, but I will not have intercourse with you. That would be a step too far. I worry enough that if your mother found out I was spanking you, well, I'm sure she would be very disappointed, and even annoyed with me. I would hate to upset your mum as she means a lot to me. You both do."  

Marie took the point, and replied, "I understand and totally agree to the, no sex, Allan."  

That made me feel more relaxed, and, smiling again, said, "Why do I want you to be embarrassed or in trouble and get a real leathering from her? The only answer I can give to be truthful to you, is it would turn me on, excite me greatly to watch as you get thrashed, and to see and hear you scream and cry as your bottom is turned into a crimson, welted furnace. I would be turned on watching you undress after your punishment, to strip completely before you got into your bed, and then to watch as you masturbate till you fall asleep. If you are happy about that, we can chat further."  

Marie was quiet for several moments and was obviously thinking. Then, she lifted her head from my chest, sat up straight, straddled me, took my hands and put them up under her tight top, pushed them under her bra, and onto her bare breasts. They were soft, full, large, and her nipples were as hard as steel rivets. She looked into my eyes and asked, "Play with them, please, while we talk."  

I felt her taut nipples, and my erection stiffened.  

Marie then said, "Yes, I agree. We can make this story the first one to come true. I trust you, Allan, and know that you have been so good to mum and me and never taken advantage. I even wish you and mum could get married, as I know you fancy her, I know she fancies you, I'm sure she would make you very happy and really fuck your brains out. You could also then spank and strap me regularly and make sure I stayed a 'good girl.' I'd definitely like you to punish me often and regularly. I need to go shortly, but would you spank and strap me again before I do go?"  

I replied happily, "Yes, Marie, I most certainly will, but first, I would like to ask you a question. Earlier, you have said before that you wished your headmaster would cane you at school. Would you, really, want that? I know Mr Grisham personally, and I know he enjoys applying the school cane very very hard, and on a girl's bare bottom if he at all has the chance. If that is something you would really want to experience, I'd be only too happy to make your wish come true. I could get in touch with him and, believe me, you will be over his desk, skirt and panties around your ankles, and your bare bottom would be turned very sore and very welted, not just the once, but almost certainly a good few times after that too. If the answer is, yes, be prepared for a very sore bottom a couple of times a month."  

Marie stared at me open-mouthed. "Yes, yes, yes, please, Allan. Would you really arrange that for me?"  

I nodded.  

Marie threw her arms around my neck and kissed me like she was a longtime lover, before saying. "Thank you, Allan, but could you get him to use his strap first on my knickers, until I'm crying, then cane my bare bottom hard and long? I would like it to be something I won't enjoy, a real punishment. I want the telling off, the apprehension, the fear, as well as a terribly sore bottom for several days after it."  

What could I say but, "Yes."  

Marie then raised herself from me, fetched my strap, then, returning to my bedside, took her top off. Putting the strap down beside me, she straddled me again, and asked, "Is this the kind of bra you want to cum on, or something prettier and lacier?"  

I smiled, and replied, "Could I leave you to choose, sweetheart, but, maybe something more cotton that will soak the cum in rather than one that it will slide off"  

Marie giggled, and said, "Okay, one messy, sticky little girl coming soon. Would you please unhook this one? I want to let you see my bare breasts and touch and feel them before you leather me again."  

I was in heaven, slowly undoing her bra and sliding it down until her perfect bare breasts were exposed. I touched, felt, and kissed them for many minutes before she made the move and bent over my lap. Marie's bottom was still very red and with clear welts from the strapping I had already given her, but I knew she would be disappointed if I didn't make her howl and cry again.  

So, I brought my hand down firmly on her bare bottom cheek, not crashing into it but more whipping across it, as I knew her bottom would still sting terribly so, without the deep whack into her bottom, she would not bruise so much. I also wanted it to be more of a fun, playful spanking, sore, well, very sore, but with a sensual, sexual undertone. So, I proceeded to spank her bare bottom cheeks, alternately at first, then the same bottom cheek several times in a row followed by spanking the other bottom cheek several times in a row. She was struggling, more so when I spanked the same spot on one bottom cheek several times in a row, followed by spanking the same spot on the other bottom cheek several times in a row.  

Once Marie was wriggling a lot, her hot crimson bottom bucking around, I picked up the strap, raised it high, and brought it down painfully all over her red bare bottom, time and again, even landing several lashes onto her sit spot. The sounds, crack, whack, craaaack, echoed around the room, and they brought free-flowing tears and loud yells from Marie, which also echoed around the room.  

I supposed I had spanked Marie harder than I had intended, as I got carried away with her flattened bottom cheeks and loud yelps as she stayed across my lap, not even once asking me to stop. She took the thrashing so well, even though she must have such a stinging bottom.  

I stopped a moment and asked, "Can I make this a bit more fun as well as really, really, sore for you? If what I will do you don't like, in any way, say so immediately."  

Marie just sobbed, which I took as her acceptance. I slowed the punishing strap blows down, although each lash was still a hard one, but stopped when I slid my left hand under her and onto her wet sex. I found her very hard clit and started to rub it ever so softly and gently. Getting nothing but encouraging moves, mewing sounds, and gyrating hip movements from Marie, I continued my rubbing of her sex and clit. I could hear from her breathing, and see from her movements and clenching leg muscles, that she was obviously going to orgasm soon. As soon as I heard her first gulp of breath, then her body go stiff, I let the strapping begin again, as hard as I could.  

Even as the hard lashes landed, Marie still moaned, thrashed around, and said various things, "Oh, crikey, ooooooooooooh, Fffffffffffuck I'm cumming, ooooh crikey, aaaargh, yes, don't stop, please don't stop."  

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, my heart pounded with joy and pleasure for her, and for me. She eventually rolled off me and lay on her side, cuddling me ever so tightly, and still her hips were occasionally jerking a little.  

After several minutes, Marie started coming too, and said, "That was just the most fantastic set of feelings, emotions, and sensations, that I have ever had. Your leathering my bottom as I orgasmed so strongly, was much deeper and stronger than I have ever felt before, and was unbelievable. I so want you to put this hard cock of yours in my pussy right now and fuck me till you fill my belly with your cum, but I know you won't. So, I'm going to do the next best thing."  

She climbed off the bed, picked her panties up, and put them on. Then, climbing back on the bed, she straddled me and started to jerk my already extremely excited cock. As she did, she said, "Put your hands on my breasts, enjoy all of me, Allan, please, please, please."  

As I kissed her breasts, her neck, her nose, and her forehead, her stunning little hands drove my cock to a frenzy. Ultimately, I couldn't hold back anymore, so, kissing Marie on the lips, I moaned "I'm going to cum."  

At that, she raised her hips, pulled the cloth of her panties wide and slid my cock inside. As I exploded, my cum shot against her pussy entrance, she slipped it up her vagina and I coated it and her clit and her downy bush. It was a huge orgasm. Undoubtedly deliberately, on her part, she had placed my spurting cock right at her sex entrance and there was no doubt the first squirts went inside her. My cum was soaking through her knickers, so her whole pussy bush, and panties, were a cum soaked disaster.  

Slowly she rubbed my cock, desperately trying to encourage me by saying, "Shoot it all over my panties and pussy Allan, every last drop."  

It was too much for me, and I collapsed into my pillows, exhausted and drained.  

Marie just beamed, kissed me, then, taking her cum covered hand and fingers from her panties, she licked them.  

After that, still smiling, Marie said, "I still wish you had shot it all inside me."  

I couldn't stop myself smiling as I replied, "You minx. You know damn well you put the head of my cumming cock in your entrance, so you did get a lot of it in you."  

Marie just gave me an innocent beguiling smile, and quipped, "Oooops. In the heat of such arousal, well, accidents happen," and shrugged her gorgeous shoulders.  

Then, hopping out of bed, Marie stood before me in her beautiful, glorious, nakedness, except for her panties which had a big dark wet glossy stain in them. Twirling around, and thrusting her hips at me, she asked, "Do I look as exciting as you thought with my panties soaked with your cum, Allan? To be honest, it feels really nice, I like how my pussy feels with your cum dribbling out me, and how sticky I feel with my panties clinging to my tingling pussy. Could we do this more often? I'll get nice pretty panties to wear for you. Please, Allan, as I am old enough to have sex with you, legally. I'm on the pill, so you can't get me pregnant, as my periods were very heavy the doctor recommended I try the pill as it might lessen them, and it helps. I'm not your daughter, but wish I was. So, if we do it again, and we do it properly, it's not wrong, and I really, really, want to feel you completely inside me."  

Marie saw me thinking, and she continued, "I don't mean this to come across wrong, but, I'm going to fulfill lots of your dreams and fantasies as well, especially getting a real thrashing from Sandra when she discovers my tits, bra and blouse, soaked in your cum. Please could we go all the way soon, this weekend, or even tomorrow? Sandra is going into town early to meet with some old friends, so I can come around sharp in the morning, and we could do it all the way, all morning. Pleeeease, Allan. I really want to feel you, experience you cumming deep inside me, and I'm pretty certain you want to feel it too."  

I looked into her gleaming, sparkling, happy eyes. My heart was bursting in the joy Marie brought me. I replied, "Kiss me, please, and, yes, tomorrow morning we will spend all morning making love and, 'going all the way,' princess, all the way."  

Marie dived into my arms and kissed me passionately. After several long fabulous kisses, Marie said, "I need to go now, but I'll do some twirls for you, and slowly dress so you can watch. I'll put my skirt on last so we can both enjoy my cummy knickers. You're the best Allan, you spank so good, you strap even better, and the feel and your expression as you cum is just so exhilarating."  

I was still smiling as I replied, "You are more than special too Marie, very, very, special to me."  

I watched as she put on a magical show, slowly, sexily, dressing. Then we kissed again before she left the room and washed away her smudged makeup. Equally, I enjoyed thinking about how she would be walking home with her bra and knickers sticky with my cum, and, maybe, even the taste of my cum in her mouth.  

Thirty minutes later my phone beeped, and I had a message from Marie with several pictures of her, and a video of her undressing. There was a close-up of her sticky, soaked panties, almost transparent and sticking to her sex. Then a video of her completely naked, saying to me that, 'I  

can't wait until tomorrow morning, and you make this really sticky again. It feels so warm, and I love it and you.'  

I replied back, 'I can't wait either, princess. How's your bottom? Very sore, I hope, and red. I wish I could spank you right now.'  

Ping, came back a message, and a photo of her bottom in her mirror, gloriously red, with some amazing livid welts. The message read, 'I wish you could too, Allan, but no more spanks over the weekend, just lots and lots of sex, please. I want my bottom looking and feeling it's unsmacked best for the headmaster to thrash and leave his tawse and cane welts on it just as soon as possible next week. I so want the pain. I am wet thinking about it."  

I immediately sent a message to Mr Grisham, making up a lie to get her into trouble, and, within minutes, he replied, "That does make her a very naughty girl who deserves the cane, so I will strap her first over her knickers, and then cane her bare bottom. Thank you for telling me."  

To be continued ...