Young spanking fetishist...and Dead Poets Society
it's funny trying to think back to when a kink started, or when you even started being aroused or thinking about arousal. When I was very little (and still) I'd take movies/books/etc and re-imagine them over and over with me in them. Usually with the main character as my older brother or gaurdian and he'd have to spank me or scold me. Actually, I can't even remember what I thought of exactly when I was very young, it seems I would have known fantasizing about spanking was kinda weird. I never considered it being sexual or arousing, but I didn't even understand that stuff yet. I remember at 6 seeing Dead Poet's Society with my mom and grandmother(I had to IMDB the release date on that to remember how old I was). Afterwards we went for ice cream and were discussing the movie. My grandmother asked what was my favorite part, and I said the part where Charlie got paddled. She was shocked and asked why, but I couldn't explained it, and that's when I first semi realized it wasn't really okay to just talk about liking to watch and think about spanking and punishment. God, Dead Poets' Society, mm mm. I would be Charlie's little sister, and have run away from home, and the boys would hide me out in the cave that they had their secret meetings in. I would get in trouble for any one of a million reasons and be spanked or paddled by Charlie or Neil (played by Robert Sean Leonard, who now plays Wilson on House...and still does it for me big time) or the same old man who paddled Charlie, but one or both of the others had to watch.
Oh! I actually remember part of a specific fantasy. I had this one when I was a littl older though, probably started in 4th grade, when I started having to wear a uniform to school.
I am Mr. Nolan's (the head master or principal or whatever he was)orphaned niece. I've been kicked out of boarding school for breaking a teachers cane because they were caning a young girl for wetting her pants even though they wouldn't let her leave the classroom to go to the bathroom (oh yes, I am a little crusader for justice). I show up at my uncle's (Mr. Nolan's) office right before he paddles Charlie for the prank he pulled (Charlie's like 18, if you havn't seen the movie). My uncle is exasperated with me and yells at me as I stand in front of his desk stiffly. I don't look him right in the eye, but my head's not down either, I'm just staring straight forward. I only say anything when he asks me a direct question, such as "why did you do this?" and then I just tell him what happened. He insults my up bringing, says I'm an idiotic, pridefull girl etc etc.
His secretary/assistant (Edmund Green, we'll say his name is)comes in and says the Dalton boy (Charlie) is ready for him, "I can take the girl over to your house and get her settled in?" His assistant knows me well and is kinder and more interested in me than my uncle, and obviously has come in to try to interupt things because the door is open and Charlie can hear everything. Mr. Nolan shoes the assistant out of his office, rising from his desk and closing the door. Then he comes up behind me putting his hand on the scruff of my neck and leading me to the back wall of his office, off to the left of his desk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Edmund taking you to settle in. Probably praise you for what you've done. Get you some ice cream. Well, I don't think so. I'll deal with you later, I have other things to worry about right now other than you. Now stay here," he presses down on my shoulders when we're near the corner and I sink to my knees, "Hands on your head, and keep your nose to the wall!" (only once was I actually punished like this when I had a substitute teacher in Catholic middle school, also at that school I was made to stand with my nose in a chalk circle just above where the nose is when flat footed. it's killer on your legs after awhile).
So I'm kneeling Facing the wall with my fingers laced and palms on top of my head (presumably a reacuring punishment with my uncle). I'm near the corner, but actually facing the back wall, and there's a window slightly to my left at eye level, and in the reflection (of course) I can see my uncles desk and the room. My uncle sits back down at the desk, now ignoring me completely and buzzes his assistant to send in Mr. Dalton. Charlie comes in awkwardly. He doesn't really know who I am or why I'm there. (Okay, I took a break to try to find the paddling scene on youtube, unfortunately it's not there, and I'm not going downstairs to try to find my VHS of Dead Poet Society. Youtube did have lots of clips though...and yeah, I'm still so in love with all those boys...it makes my heart hurt...and makes me wet, just watching them in cheezy clips with music dubed over. sigh)
Anyway, so the paddling scene goes just as it did in the movie. Mr. Nolan lectures Charlie some and then tells him to "assume the position." Charlie bends over, lifting his coat up so it's laying folded on his back and not covering his butt. Then he puts his hands on the edge of the desk, so his arms are stretched out in front of him. He's told to count outloud and Mr. Nolan begins paddling him. Each stroke measured and very hard, a long pause between each. Charlie manages to say "one" and "two" even toned, his voice rises on "three" and he grunts out "four" through clenched teeth. At "five" his voice is starting to lose it and crack. I'm trying not to turn my head, but in my perifery I can see him in the window's reflection and I can't help but study his face as he's reacting to what's happening to him. After six, Mr. Nolan stops and lectures more. Charlie's eyes catch mine in the reflection and he holds my eyes for a few seconds. I blush. In the middle of this horrible paddling, the look he gives me is clear as day, as if to say "come here often? I'm Charlie Nolan. Pleased to meet you, baby." Just then Mr. Nolan taps the paddle on Charlie's butt "There are six more, and then I expect you to write an appology to the school for that stunt you pulled, and give me the names of the people in this 'Old Poets Society'.
"Dead Poets, sir."
"What, boy?"
"It's Dead Poets Society, sir." His eyes twinkle at me, boasting of his apparent eagerness for trouble. I smile and lower my eyes slightly. I can't believe this boy's brazenness, not that it would take much to impress me as I've been at all girls school since I learned to read and write. I raise my eyes again to see his face, but instead I see my uncle right over my shoulder. He noticed us looking at each other. He pulls the shade on the window down sharply and looks at me fuming with anger. He resumes paddling Charlie, much faster and this time. Charlie manages not to break down crying, but does sob out on a few of them towards the end. Mr. Nolan leaves him in position for awhile. Charlie breathing hard and trying to calm down. "Go stand outside, I need to deal with some personal business." Charlie rises to go and Mr. Nolan calls after him "be thinking about those names!"
Then he turns to me, "Come here!" I rise and come to stand in front of him, my right hand resting on the desk. Now I AM avoiding his eyes. "You will write a letter to Ms. Gain (name of my horrible 3rd grade teacher, who had a degree in verbal humiliation) apologizing for interfering with her teaching methods."
"If you call throttling a little girl 'teaching'" I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?"
I unconciously look toward the door, where I know Charlie is..."I said 'If you call throttling a little girl teaching.' Sir" I say in an attempt to sound as non chalant as Charlie did when he talked back. My uncle is livid. I usually don't talk back much, at least not when I'm actually in the middle of being punished.
"Oh? I see." Then he gets an idea. He decides to humiliate me. "Mr. Dalton," he barks, "come in here."
My eyes grow wide, "No, please don't, sir" I plead, but it's too late. He silences me with an ice cold look.
Charlie opens the door, somewhat timidly, "yes sir?" I've turned fully toward the desk now, my back to the door. I can't stand that he'll see me punished. I only hope I can keep from bawling, but I already feel tears welling up in my eyes at the embarassment alone.
"Mr. Dalton, I need your assistance with my niece, Katherine. She's in need of correction, but is not as...hearty as you boys. I think she'll need help staying in position."
There's a long pause. My uncle approaches me and hands me a handkerchief, "Thank you, sir" I mumble, folding it into a thick rectangle, to bite down on. At least that will help me from crying out so much. Then he leads Charlie around the desk by his elbow and seats him at the chair directly in front of me. He nods to me, and I step forward so that my thighs are firm against my side of the desk, and then lean over the desk, my arms reaching over toward where Charlie sits, obviously quite a bit out of his element.
"Go on, take her arms, boy. If she comes up at all, I'll have to start over." my uncle says as he rounds the desk again and goes to the cabinet to get a different implement. While his back is turned Charlie wispers urgently "I'm sorry, I don't want to do this." "It's okay" I whisper back, "Just don't let me up" I add, looking him in the eye, and then I put the handkerchief in my mouth and put my arms down again on the desk, Charlie taking a firm hold of my upper arms, and pulling me taut accross the desk. Charlie's eyes flit behind me and I know my uncle is done picking an implement.
Charlie mouths with his lips "cane", and I lower my eyes. It WOULD have to be the cane. It's much easier for me to stay down for the paddle.
"Count these off, Mr. Dalton."
"How many, sir?"
My uncle raises an eyebrow at Charlie, "What say we make it a nice even 12, the same as you?"
"But, but sir, this is a cane, and she's only a girl." my eyes burn at his words, and I'd protest if I could, but luckily for my and my bottom, I've already clamped down on the cloth in my mouth, and when i go to take it out, charlie holds me tight, jerking my arms to still me.
"Very well then, 6, since she's only a girl," my uncle sneers, knowing I'm humiliated. He turns and looks behind him, "No mirrors or windowns on this side of the room are there?"
"What, sir?"
"I said, Mr. Dalton, there is nothing you can see on this side of the room that lets you see the other side of her, is there?"
"No sir?" charlie says, somewhat confused.
"Good" with that he lifts my skirt and folds it across my back, leaving only my underwear as a barrier. I lower my head until my forehead is resting on the table, this is beyond humiliating. "Head up, girl!" he says, connecting with a half swing. "You were so eager earlier to lock eyes. Go on now, have your fill." My head snaps up at the swat, and I'm looking Charlie square in the eye.
Too soon I hear the swish as the cane strikes my bottom high on the cheeks, not a half stroke this time, and I inhale sharply through my nose. "One" Charlie says. I manage to stay well in position for the first three, which land parallel to each other traveling lower and lower down my butt. On the fourth, landing right at the fullest part of my butt, my body jerks up a bit , but Charlie holds me tight. "Four" he says, looking over my shoulder at Mr. Nolan. Five hits just above where my ass meets my legs, immediately followed by six which lands right where they meet. "Five Six" Charlie says loudly, and then whispers "there, all done."
and it just goes on and on. we keep having to get punished in front of each other, or Charlie actually has to paddle me while my uncle watches. and then eventually I have some secret thing that I did wrong, something illegal or something, but I'm too scared to tell my uncle about it, so I tell Charlie and ask him to punish me for it, so I don't have to feel guilty for not telling my uncle. So he does, in the woods or the cave. He takes me over his knee, and scolds me a little becaue whatever I did was unsafe (say I snuck out and went to that party that Knox Overstreet went to, got really drunk, and Knox stopped some boy from sleeping with me while I was passed out and brought me back to the cave, and told Charlie what happened).
"Your uncle's an asshole, but you're just a kid. You shouldn't be sneaking out to parties like that."
Once he starts lecturing/scolding me, I feel less sorry. "You sneek out all the time."
"Well, I'm older, and besides, you didn't know anyone at that party."
"I knew Knox," I say triumphantly.
"You didn't know he was going to be there. You can't just go to parties with people you don't know and get trashed. It's a good thing you knew Knox, or who knows what would have happened. You asked me to do this so that you don't have to tell your uncle, but, Kate, I really mean this. I don't want you to ever go to a party like that on your own again."
"What? You can't tell me what to do, Charlie!" I say, trying to get up off his lap now, but he hold firm around my waist with his left arm.
"Maybe not, but I'm going to spank you for what you did, you could have been..." THere's a silence while we both think about the fact I could have been raped..."seriously hurt."
"Whatever."
"I want you to remeber this," he says as he raises my skirt. I freeze. I feel his hand at the top of my underwear, and I feel him pause. When I don't say anything, he pulls them down to right above my knees. And then spanks in the middle of my but, but not really hard enough so that he kind of just presses into my cheeks and cups my butt. He's having trouble hitting me hard enough, but he shakes it off and starts spanking for real. I'm stoney silent and still as the spanks echo in the cave. It hurts, but not as much as a paddling or caning, and I don't want to give him the satisfaction that I'm just some little kid.
Well, I've stayed up much too late. and have to go to sleep. I'll try to finish this later, sorry. Is it at all interesting to read about that fantasy? It's not very well written because the plot doesn't always flow smooth in my imagination, and I jump around a lot, but oh well.
Oh! I actually remember part of a specific fantasy. I had this one when I was a littl older though, probably started in 4th grade, when I started having to wear a uniform to school.
I am Mr. Nolan's (the head master or principal or whatever he was)orphaned niece. I've been kicked out of boarding school for breaking a teachers cane because they were caning a young girl for wetting her pants even though they wouldn't let her leave the classroom to go to the bathroom (oh yes, I am a little crusader for justice). I show up at my uncle's (Mr. Nolan's) office right before he paddles Charlie for the prank he pulled (Charlie's like 18, if you havn't seen the movie). My uncle is exasperated with me and yells at me as I stand in front of his desk stiffly. I don't look him right in the eye, but my head's not down either, I'm just staring straight forward. I only say anything when he asks me a direct question, such as "why did you do this?" and then I just tell him what happened. He insults my up bringing, says I'm an idiotic, pridefull girl etc etc.
His secretary/assistant (Edmund Green, we'll say his name is)comes in and says the Dalton boy (Charlie) is ready for him, "I can take the girl over to your house and get her settled in?" His assistant knows me well and is kinder and more interested in me than my uncle, and obviously has come in to try to interupt things because the door is open and Charlie can hear everything. Mr. Nolan shoes the assistant out of his office, rising from his desk and closing the door. Then he comes up behind me putting his hand on the scruff of my neck and leading me to the back wall of his office, off to the left of his desk. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Edmund taking you to settle in. Probably praise you for what you've done. Get you some ice cream. Well, I don't think so. I'll deal with you later, I have other things to worry about right now other than you. Now stay here," he presses down on my shoulders when we're near the corner and I sink to my knees, "Hands on your head, and keep your nose to the wall!" (only once was I actually punished like this when I had a substitute teacher in Catholic middle school, also at that school I was made to stand with my nose in a chalk circle just above where the nose is when flat footed. it's killer on your legs after awhile).
So I'm kneeling Facing the wall with my fingers laced and palms on top of my head (presumably a reacuring punishment with my uncle). I'm near the corner, but actually facing the back wall, and there's a window slightly to my left at eye level, and in the reflection (of course) I can see my uncles desk and the room. My uncle sits back down at the desk, now ignoring me completely and buzzes his assistant to send in Mr. Dalton. Charlie comes in awkwardly. He doesn't really know who I am or why I'm there. (Okay, I took a break to try to find the paddling scene on youtube, unfortunately it's not there, and I'm not going downstairs to try to find my VHS of Dead Poet Society. Youtube did have lots of clips though...and yeah, I'm still so in love with all those boys...it makes my heart hurt...and makes me wet, just watching them in cheezy clips with music dubed over. sigh)
Anyway, so the paddling scene goes just as it did in the movie. Mr. Nolan lectures Charlie some and then tells him to "assume the position." Charlie bends over, lifting his coat up so it's laying folded on his back and not covering his butt. Then he puts his hands on the edge of the desk, so his arms are stretched out in front of him. He's told to count outloud and Mr. Nolan begins paddling him. Each stroke measured and very hard, a long pause between each. Charlie manages to say "one" and "two" even toned, his voice rises on "three" and he grunts out "four" through clenched teeth. At "five" his voice is starting to lose it and crack. I'm trying not to turn my head, but in my perifery I can see him in the window's reflection and I can't help but study his face as he's reacting to what's happening to him. After six, Mr. Nolan stops and lectures more. Charlie's eyes catch mine in the reflection and he holds my eyes for a few seconds. I blush. In the middle of this horrible paddling, the look he gives me is clear as day, as if to say "come here often? I'm Charlie Nolan. Pleased to meet you, baby." Just then Mr. Nolan taps the paddle on Charlie's butt "There are six more, and then I expect you to write an appology to the school for that stunt you pulled, and give me the names of the people in this 'Old Poets Society'.
"Dead Poets, sir."
"What, boy?"
"It's Dead Poets Society, sir." His eyes twinkle at me, boasting of his apparent eagerness for trouble. I smile and lower my eyes slightly. I can't believe this boy's brazenness, not that it would take much to impress me as I've been at all girls school since I learned to read and write. I raise my eyes again to see his face, but instead I see my uncle right over my shoulder. He noticed us looking at each other. He pulls the shade on the window down sharply and looks at me fuming with anger. He resumes paddling Charlie, much faster and this time. Charlie manages not to break down crying, but does sob out on a few of them towards the end. Mr. Nolan leaves him in position for awhile. Charlie breathing hard and trying to calm down. "Go stand outside, I need to deal with some personal business." Charlie rises to go and Mr. Nolan calls after him "be thinking about those names!"
Then he turns to me, "Come here!" I rise and come to stand in front of him, my right hand resting on the desk. Now I AM avoiding his eyes. "You will write a letter to Ms. Gain (name of my horrible 3rd grade teacher, who had a degree in verbal humiliation) apologizing for interfering with her teaching methods."
"If you call throttling a little girl 'teaching'" I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?"
I unconciously look toward the door, where I know Charlie is..."I said 'If you call throttling a little girl teaching.' Sir" I say in an attempt to sound as non chalant as Charlie did when he talked back. My uncle is livid. I usually don't talk back much, at least not when I'm actually in the middle of being punished.
"Oh? I see." Then he gets an idea. He decides to humiliate me. "Mr. Dalton," he barks, "come in here."
My eyes grow wide, "No, please don't, sir" I plead, but it's too late. He silences me with an ice cold look.
Charlie opens the door, somewhat timidly, "yes sir?" I've turned fully toward the desk now, my back to the door. I can't stand that he'll see me punished. I only hope I can keep from bawling, but I already feel tears welling up in my eyes at the embarassment alone.
"Mr. Dalton, I need your assistance with my niece, Katherine. She's in need of correction, but is not as...hearty as you boys. I think she'll need help staying in position."
There's a long pause. My uncle approaches me and hands me a handkerchief, "Thank you, sir" I mumble, folding it into a thick rectangle, to bite down on. At least that will help me from crying out so much. Then he leads Charlie around the desk by his elbow and seats him at the chair directly in front of me. He nods to me, and I step forward so that my thighs are firm against my side of the desk, and then lean over the desk, my arms reaching over toward where Charlie sits, obviously quite a bit out of his element.
"Go on, take her arms, boy. If she comes up at all, I'll have to start over." my uncle says as he rounds the desk again and goes to the cabinet to get a different implement. While his back is turned Charlie wispers urgently "I'm sorry, I don't want to do this." "It's okay" I whisper back, "Just don't let me up" I add, looking him in the eye, and then I put the handkerchief in my mouth and put my arms down again on the desk, Charlie taking a firm hold of my upper arms, and pulling me taut accross the desk. Charlie's eyes flit behind me and I know my uncle is done picking an implement.
Charlie mouths with his lips "cane", and I lower my eyes. It WOULD have to be the cane. It's much easier for me to stay down for the paddle.
"Count these off, Mr. Dalton."
"How many, sir?"
My uncle raises an eyebrow at Charlie, "What say we make it a nice even 12, the same as you?"
"But, but sir, this is a cane, and she's only a girl." my eyes burn at his words, and I'd protest if I could, but luckily for my and my bottom, I've already clamped down on the cloth in my mouth, and when i go to take it out, charlie holds me tight, jerking my arms to still me.
"Very well then, 6, since she's only a girl," my uncle sneers, knowing I'm humiliated. He turns and looks behind him, "No mirrors or windowns on this side of the room are there?"
"What, sir?"
"I said, Mr. Dalton, there is nothing you can see on this side of the room that lets you see the other side of her, is there?"
"No sir?" charlie says, somewhat confused.
"Good" with that he lifts my skirt and folds it across my back, leaving only my underwear as a barrier. I lower my head until my forehead is resting on the table, this is beyond humiliating. "Head up, girl!" he says, connecting with a half swing. "You were so eager earlier to lock eyes. Go on now, have your fill." My head snaps up at the swat, and I'm looking Charlie square in the eye.
Too soon I hear the swish as the cane strikes my bottom high on the cheeks, not a half stroke this time, and I inhale sharply through my nose. "One" Charlie says. I manage to stay well in position for the first three, which land parallel to each other traveling lower and lower down my butt. On the fourth, landing right at the fullest part of my butt, my body jerks up a bit , but Charlie holds me tight. "Four" he says, looking over my shoulder at Mr. Nolan. Five hits just above where my ass meets my legs, immediately followed by six which lands right where they meet. "Five Six" Charlie says loudly, and then whispers "there, all done."
and it just goes on and on. we keep having to get punished in front of each other, or Charlie actually has to paddle me while my uncle watches. and then eventually I have some secret thing that I did wrong, something illegal or something, but I'm too scared to tell my uncle about it, so I tell Charlie and ask him to punish me for it, so I don't have to feel guilty for not telling my uncle. So he does, in the woods or the cave. He takes me over his knee, and scolds me a little becaue whatever I did was unsafe (say I snuck out and went to that party that Knox Overstreet went to, got really drunk, and Knox stopped some boy from sleeping with me while I was passed out and brought me back to the cave, and told Charlie what happened).
"Your uncle's an asshole, but you're just a kid. You shouldn't be sneaking out to parties like that."
Once he starts lecturing/scolding me, I feel less sorry. "You sneek out all the time."
"Well, I'm older, and besides, you didn't know anyone at that party."
"I knew Knox," I say triumphantly.
"You didn't know he was going to be there. You can't just go to parties with people you don't know and get trashed. It's a good thing you knew Knox, or who knows what would have happened. You asked me to do this so that you don't have to tell your uncle, but, Kate, I really mean this. I don't want you to ever go to a party like that on your own again."
"What? You can't tell me what to do, Charlie!" I say, trying to get up off his lap now, but he hold firm around my waist with his left arm.
"Maybe not, but I'm going to spank you for what you did, you could have been..." THere's a silence while we both think about the fact I could have been raped..."seriously hurt."
"Whatever."
"I want you to remeber this," he says as he raises my skirt. I freeze. I feel his hand at the top of my underwear, and I feel him pause. When I don't say anything, he pulls them down to right above my knees. And then spanks in the middle of my but, but not really hard enough so that he kind of just presses into my cheeks and cups my butt. He's having trouble hitting me hard enough, but he shakes it off and starts spanking for real. I'm stoney silent and still as the spanks echo in the cave. It hurts, but not as much as a paddling or caning, and I don't want to give him the satisfaction that I'm just some little kid.
Well, I've stayed up much too late. and have to go to sleep. I'll try to finish this later, sorry. Is it at all interesting to read about that fantasy? It's not very well written because the plot doesn't always flow smooth in my imagination, and I jump around a lot, but oh well.