The Prom Date

August 12, 2007 – 10:38 am

It was a typical high school date and typical people, with me as head
cheerleader and Tod as quarterback of the football team. Hetook me to the
drive in for hamburgers and fries then went on to the high school dance.

It wasn’t like we were going steady or anything. It was just our third
date and I had only let him fondle my breasts a little on our last one so
I didn’t think there was anything wTodg with dancing with other guys. I am
kind of vain and enjoyed the fact guys would push and shove to ask me to
dance.

Tod was kind of sulky even though I made sure he got to dance with me to
the slow ones that were the most intimate since ourbodies rubbed together.
 
He seemed even more pouty on the way out to his car only grunting as I
babbled on how great it was that the deejay had played almost all of my
favorite songs.

When we left the school parking lot he turned left towards my house rather
than to the right that led to the Lookout Point we usually went to for
hugs and kisses.

When I looked at him he was staring through the windshield with clenched
teeth. I asked him what was wTodg and he turned to me to say nastily.

“What is wTodg? You don’t know what is wTodg?! I spent my last damn dime
on our dinner and the dance tickets and I may just have well gone stag for
all the dances I got with you.”

“Hey I can’t help it that I am popular. I saved the slow ones you like for
you.”

“That isn’t good enough! You didn’t see the other girls dancing with guys
other than their dates. You are a spoiled brat. Your parents should have
spanked you more!”

I was shocked into silence. I had no idea a few dances were going to make
him so mad and I liked him a lot. He was a football hero and good looking.
I remembered that the only spankings I had ever experienced were birthday
spankings from my parents and grandparents which had not hurt and seemed
to please them since I was always hugged afterward.

I cleared my throat and said softly, “Would you feel better if I let you
spank me?”

“Really! You are kidding me aren’t you?”

“No. Maybe I was out of line. If you want to give me a spanking. It is
okay if it will make you forgive me.”

“It may hurt you know. I have never spanked a girl before.”

“Well I guess it should hurt a little to make up to you.”

“All right!”

Tires squealed as he turned left at the next road then right into a dirt
road leading into the woods. He pulled in to a clearing then pushed the
seat of his old “classic” Caddy convertible back as far as it would go.

By that time I was a little scared about how excited he was and was
hugging the door. He slid into the middle of the bench seat and said, “If
you are serious lay over my knees.”

I was a little scared but I had agreed so I laid over his lap and he
opened the passenger door so my feet could stick out and let me lay flat.

He began spanking me not hard on top of my skirt and it didn’t hurt at
all. I could just feel my round butt bouncing under his hand more like a
massage than a punishment.

The idea of a grown girl of eighteen being spanked like a little kid
struck me as funny and I began to giggle. That was not the reaction he
wanted at all!

He said, “Oh you think this is funny do you! I’ll show you funny.”

He jerked my skirt up on my back and his big hands started coming down on
my thin bikini panties. This was entirely different! Not only because now
sharp stings accompanied the bounce of my cheeks but also it was so
intimate.

As it went on the stings seemed to turn to tingles that radiated deep into
my body and especially my crotch. Then he changed to a spank on each cheek
followed by a rub that seemed to spread the tingles even faster.

To my surprise I began to get the same feelings I received from
masturbation. I was very close to orgasm when he suddenly stopped saying,

“I guess you learned your lesson.”

I was so excited I just jumped up to straddle his legs and began
kissing him while grinding my breasts with the now stiff nipples into his
chest.

He literally ripped off my panties and I got up on my knees so I could
unsnap and unzip his jeans so we could both pull them down to his knees.
His rock hard cock flipped out to reach almost to his navel. I grabbed it
with one hand to lead it into my sopping vagina then sunk  on it to drive
it into me as deep as I could.

While I bounced up and down on it he pulled my sweater over my
head then pulled off my bra the same way.

He began kissing and nibbling at my nipples then began spanking me again
in time with my lifts. Now with both hands.

I went crazy. I was gasping, giggling. and squealing at the same time. I
had several orgasms stTodger than I had ever received from masturbation
since I had no idea up to then that I could have more than one.

Finally he began making faces and grunted. Shortly after that his dick
softened to slip out of my pussy. I began grinding my pussy into his soft
organ but it wasn’t the same.

 I rolled off his legs to feel the sensuous feeling of the leather seat on
my hot, stinging butt and just panted as he was doing. I felt kind of in
shock.

Then he said weakly, “God that was unreal!”

“Yeah I had no idea I would react that way. I must be weird.”

“A great weird! So much for the politically correct sensitive male. Huh?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if you would ever be a real man but I am exhausted.
Take me home. I need to think about this.”

He took me home giving me a deep kiss goodnight.

I thought about it alright. Enough to excite me for masturbation and to
keep me excited thinking about it every time I saw him.

I can hardly wait for the next dance. I am going to dance with a lot of
guys.
                          The End