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First a disclaimer: This story is non-fiction. Everything that is depicted in this story happened in real life. The first names of all people involved in this story are their real names. In 1978 the author took his chances when it came to spanking girlfriends. No safe words were given, as the author didn’t know there was such a thing. Nobody was forced to do anything that they did not consent to. This story is for adults only. If you are a young blind girl, feel free to read it. OK, bad attempt at humor. Now for the story. I hope everyone will enjoy it. ***
The year was 1977 and I spent most of that summer stoned. Hard to believe it’s been over 30 years since those days and the fact that I haven't touched a cigarette in close to 30 years and I haven't smoked a joint in well over a decade. But 1977 was when I met David. I sat in back of him in our Geometry class, which we both hated. I think it was because that was our last class each day. Our teacher, Mr. Melasky was not the most exciting guy in the world either. So right before the end of class, David would look at me and we’d sing a passage from a very popular song from that time. “Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here ah,” is how we’d sing it. David and I became good friends and we often hung out together on Hone Ave in the Bronx. There was a long hot summer ahead and David’s brother Joey was our favorite guy as he supplied us with all the pot you might ever want. One day, while spending the day in the city, David and I decided it might be fun to visit a house of ill repute. When we got there, I was the first to go in. The girl there was very pretty and when I mentioned spanking she smiled and said, ‘Ah, you want to smack my butt.” Then she gracefully placed herself over my lap. She was totally naked and I began to spank her HARD. She jumped up after a while and threatened to leave the room, so I lightened up and had a very nice time. After I was done, David went in and when he came out he said, "What did you do to her, she says you wore her out!" I had to laugh to myself, as I would certainly never tell him or anyone else my enjoyment of spanking. During this time, I had another friend, also named David and he had this really cool job working at a day camp for senior citizens. David’s mom had said she would see if next summer she could pull some strings and get myself and David a job so we could work with her son. Everything worked out and in the summer of 1978 we went to the country Mon-Fri to be counselors for the seniors and run such thrilling things as bingo games and go on nature walks. Nature walks were always great as a joint or two was bound to be smoked. Some of the more adventurous seniors actually knew what we were doing and more than a few times asked to join us. Of course we said no and denied we had any pot. It was on the bus going to the campgrounds that I first met Barbara. She was a very cute girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. My friend David (the one who’s mom got me the job there) was dating this girl Debbie and Barbara was her friend. Barb and I liked each other from the get go and soon we were all hanging out together. I had playfully spanked Barbara a few times at camp but I really wanted to give her a real over the knee spanking. She often told me she loved me and one day, I brought up the topic of spanking to her. I didn’t say I was turned on by it, but instead used the excuse that I believed in it and if we were going to stay together, she would be spanked from time to time. She actually whined at me, ‘but I don’t want to be spanked,’ and I remember getting a hard-on just from her uttering those words. Barbara did have a bad temper, especially with other girls and she always had nasty words for the girlfriend of Debbie’s brother. Any time we would pass this girl in the street, Barbara would immediately yell to her, “What the fuck are you looking at,” and then I would tell her not to fight. I really didn't want any trouble from Deb's bro Gary so I told Barbara to knock it off and stop trying to start trouble. Barb did not listen to me. So one day we see the girl and Barb starts in yelling at her and not more than 10 minutes later Gary comes over to us and he is not happy. He calls Barb a slut and makes other nasty comments to her. I try to diffuse the situation but Gary was not looking to be diplomatic. Now having grown up in the Bronx, you learn how to fight at an early age, or else you may not survive. There is a place on Pelham Parkway called Bronx House and I took Judo lessons there so I knew how to defend myself. I was always the peace- maker so I rarely ever had to fight, but this day was not going well. When I asked Gary to calm down, he ran at me and knocked me to the ground. Before I knew what I was doing, I put a quick Judo move on him and tripped him. He wound up on the ground and I jumped up. Fortunately, he was then afraid of me and when he got up, he called Barb a ‘cunt’ and then quickly walked away. Barb was thrilled by this, saying how cool it was that I kicked Gary's ass. Well, I would hardly call tripping him kicking his ass, but at least I saved the both of us from even more harassment. I was really pissed off at her and I turned to her and said, ‘we are going home now and I am going to spank you hard for this.” At that moment she was no longer happy or smiling and again she started to whine how she didn't want a spanking. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was so excited I was having trouble thinking. When we got back to her place, I took her into her bedroom and sat on the bed. Barb said nothing as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down. I then pulled her over my knee and rested my hand on her panty-clad behind. I remember rubbing her bottom and going into this long lecture about how we could have both been hurt today just because she has to try and start trouble. I wanted to keep her over my knee all day, but I knew I had to begin, so I raised my right hand and brought it down HARD across her bottom. The second my hand landed on her backside, she let out with a very loud ‘OUCH!’ I was more turned on than ever and I spanked her fast and hard. After about 30 spanks I stopped and rubbed her bottom some more and lectured her for another five minutes or so. Then I told her so she will remember (as I lowered her panties) this spanking would conclude wit her panties down. Her behind was already red and she had this girlishly round and slightly plump bottom that was just perfect for spanking. When the spanking continued, her cries grew louder and more sincere. Her first cries were more from anger but by the end of the punishment, her cries were of true contrition. When the spanking was over, Barb was crying real tears and my hand was massaging her beet red bottom. She apologized for causing trouble and, of course, I forgave her. Thirty years later, I still think back to that spanking as being a great experience, since it was real. No role-playing, no orgasms after the spanking, no laughing or joking around. 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