"I'm a Naughty Girl!"

The thought of spanking a girl over my lap was the pinnacle of my sexual desires. The trouble was that this was before the internet and spanking was rarely mentioned. There were drips and drabs gently alluded to on TV, in books and now and then in the newspapers. I was also aware of certain specialist publications but I was far too repressed to buy them.

They were strictly for perverts and weirdo's was the consensus of the time and I was far too shy to put my head over the parapet. This conundrum didn't concern me too much at the time anyway as I was far more concerned with getting myself laid. I was only twenty and was still rampant for anything I could get, just so long as it was a girl.

Alas there was nothing on the horizon this particular summer except one girl who was always watching me when I played cricket. Her name was Amber, a sexy petit girl who was always in the tightest of jeans and a smooth white top that showed off her moderately sized smooth mounds. She had short swept blonde hair, blue eyes and a very sexy mouth that put all kinds of lewd thoughts into my mind if I looked too long.

On two evenings a week I would cycle ten miles to the cricket ground after a long walk home from work.

As the weather was so hot at the time I took a long leisurely stroll through suburbia to my humble abode. Of course my attention would always turn to sex and my only plausible fantasy girl then was Amber.

I dreamt of all the ways she would receive my cock away in a world of fantasy. I'd be very hard, erect and very prominent, bulging against my trousers. I always had an awkward walk home dreaming of her and it always ended with me tossing myself off in the shower after my penis had been up for the good part of an hour.

The following weekend I was playing cricket again and Amber was watching. I did quite well and was applauded off the ground by the crowd of thirty or so supporters. As I acknowledged the applause Amber came up to me and asked if she could pose in a photograph with me. I thought it was a joke going over the top with the applause I was getting. I dramatically took her in my arms and let her younger brother Micheal click away.

The very next day we were playing again and once more Amber was there watching me. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and it was very chilly. Amber sat huddled up looking very cold. I asked her if she would like to borrow my jumper and her eyes lit up, "Oh please!" she purred.

I got my fashion knitwear of the time from the dressing room and walked out and handed it to her. As we took to the field I saw her walk towards her house with my jumper on. "Why ask for my jumper and then go home?" I mused.

Days later walking home from work my fantasies of sex with Amber were as potent as ever. The plausibility of sex with her was defiantly having an effect, so much so my straining erection was seeping pre cum trough my trousers.

Again I hit the shower after almost boiling over on the way home and quickly tossed off. A bit later I cycled up to the club and for the first time Amber was there to greet me on a week night. I chatted to her with an inward embarrassment as less than an hour before I had been in the shower dreaming of her on her back taking a good hard fucking.

"Have you got my jumper?" I offered awkwardly in way of conversation, "Oh its in the wash, I'll get it back to you as soon as its dry."

Despite being embarrassed and despite only having shot my bolt an hour before hand I started to get erect again.

"Okay, give it to me when you can then," I blithely replied, the lump in my trousers getting obvious for all to see. I had to move away just in case someone made a remark making Amber feel slighted.

The next match was upon us and I waited to go into bat. I walked nervously around the boundary edge analysing the match intently when I heard "Hello!"

I turned around and it was Amber. My eyes popped out of my head for the first time I saw her in a blue pleated short skirt. She still kept her white tight smooth busted top on but she had now added black heels. She looked gorgeous and I become tongue tied.

"Hello, I blurted doing my best to stop my eyes from wandering.

"You're wearing a skirt," I stuttered, instantly berating myself.

"I want to get my legs tanned," she oozed striking a pose with a hand on her shapely hip.

I was staggered and being lost for words I asked, "Do you have my jumper?"

"Oh no, sorry."

"Its alright I can wait," I assured ,"although I'll be freezing once that cold front comes in!"

Amber stared at me quizzically and then said, "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!"

As soon as her words were out a cry went out from the cricket pitch. My jaw dropped in a quandary as I had to prepare to go in and bat.

"I've got to go," I stuttered as she cooly looked me in the eye and smiled.

I rushed off to get ready to bat with her words ringing loudly in my head "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!"

Even in my conservative way I knew she was on for some sexual fun and now my dreams become more plausible than ever. I put my pads on and then went to put my 'guard' in my jockstrap. This 'guard' was called a 'box' or in our youth 'a bollocks protector', the problem I now had was that through Ambers words I had become very erect! So erect it made the putting on of the box impossible.

The last thing I wanted was to bat with unprotected gonads. There were horror stories of batsman being hospitalised having fluid drained off for a week and some even having to have a testicle removed. There was only one thing for it, to the toilet.

I quickly wanked, with Amber's words in my head, "What can I say, I'm a naughty girl and need to be punished!" and was soon shooting my spunk up the wall. The desperation of it all and the cleaning of my spunk from the walls with tissue soon had me limp and safely able to insert my equipment into my 'Guard' and bat safely.

I was soon out in the middle batting and with a hard cricket ball buzzing past my ears I was soon able to concentrate on something other than sex. That was until they put the slower spin bowlers with their not so dangerous bowling.

I saw Amber walking around the boundary the breeze ruffling her skirt. She looked away momentarily and the breeze lifted her skirt revealing briefly a glimpse of her white panties. She turned and pushed down her skirt in embarrassment. She looked towards me and shyly waved half hoping I hadn't seen anything. I waved back but I couldn't undo what I had seen and immediately I was on the rise again! Oh no! I could feel my cock peeking over the edge of my guard and my balls bursting out below!

Every ball the bowler bowled I imagined smashing into my nuts and with protection of my gonads more in mind than my stumps I was soon out and walking back to the pavilion.

I looked for Amber everywhere but couldn't find her and pretty soon we were fielding. I went to the boundary as directed by the captain and waited for the ball to come my way. I heard my name and turned around. It was Amber standing in the bushes over the boundary edge.

I had to look away and concentrate on the game. I waited until a break in the game and I turned to talk to her but she was gone.

The following week I walked home from work eagerly. Sex with Amber was on my mind again and my erection was as prominent as ever. I reached home and jumped in the shower but this time I kept my hands off myself. That was quite a feat and not helped by the strong jet force of the shower splattering hard on my straining purple head.

I had an awkward cycle ride as my hardness somehow made my Perineum hard and sensitive as I peddled and rocked on my narrow saddle.

After an hour I made it too the ground and eagerly sought Amber. I quickly found her as she was noisily arguing with her brother. I don't know what they were arguing about but she suddenly brutally kneed him in the balls. He fell to the ground seamlessly clutching his balls as he cried out in anguish. Amber laughed before seeing me and guiltily moved away embarrassed at being caught in such a vile act.

Micheal was down for ages as we stood over him. He rolled onto his knees and then slowly pulled himself to his feet. He was angry and in tears and said to me, "Do you want to know where your jumper is?"

At this Amber panicked and exploded into a loud ball of expletives trying hard to stop her broken brother from being heard. I looked at her in shock, not thinking of her as a swearer but through her wall of noise I heard her brother say, "She lays on her bed wearing nothing but your jumper and knickers and rubs herself while looking at your photo!"

Amber went ballistic her face red with anger and embarrassment, She hit her brother in a crying rage and ran off in shame as I stood and stared going into shock. I gazed after her feeling happily numb, a girl masturbating over a picture of me!

I helped Micheal along as he walked gingerly still feeling the effects of his gonad bashing. "Are you okay?" I asked uncaringly because in truth I was more interested in Amber's wanking.

"Is that true what you said?"

Micheal looked up and smiled through his pain, "Oh yeah, she's certainly got the hots for you!"

I blushed for a second before regaining my composure. "I'd wondered why I hadn't seen my jumper."

"She's been wearing it all the time, watching Tv, eating dinner and at night," Micheal told with relish, revenge plainly on his lips.

"And you know that time she was up here in her skirt?"

"Yes,"

"She was in the bushes wasn't she?"

Things were beginning to come together and I was feeling a little naive.

"It was so she could get her hand in her knickers while staring at your bum!"

"My bum!"

"Yep! I caught her red handed!"

My head went into a tail spin, It was too much to take in. A girl masturbating to a picture of me, wearing my jumper and then frigging herself in public while looking at my ass. It was unbelievably surreal.

Amber went missing for days after that and I began to think I'd never see her again. Luckily I still had one card to play in order to talk to her again. She still had my jumper and I asked Micheal to tell her to return it . I arranged to meet her late after practice by the village war memorial where no one would be.

Late in the day I went there and much to my delight she was on her own with my jumper.

"Hello,"I acknowledged, trying to be as normal as possible.

"Hi," she lowly murmured. I was embarrassed too but I had to say something so I said "I hear you've been a naughty girl with my jumper?" And she quickly added blushing, "Yes and I deserve to be punished!"

"Yes you do." I heard myself say.

"If you want it back come around to my house tomorrow at two," and with that she ran off.

On the days that followed my head was filled with all sorts of sexual dreams. Amber had put herself on a plate and all I had to do was turn up and eat her. Every minute was filled with me dreaming of debasing Amber and I had a hard time in more ways than one.

The time had come and I was sitting on the sofa with Amber deep into small talk. I was wondering how I was going to make my move when she got up and left the room.

I sat on the sofa twiddling my thumbs cursing myself at my inertia. What should I do? Then I heard Amber call my name. I walked into the passage way and heard her call again. I came to her bedroom door and nervously knocked. I heard a giggle from with-in the bedroom quickly followed by, "Come in."

I pushed the door open and there she was, standing hands on hips wearing my jumper. A jumper that only went so low and gave a glimpse of her white cotton panties. I sighed in awe.

"I'm a naughty girl and I deserved to be punished!" She refrained in her little girl lost voice.

This was it! "And so you shall you naughty girl."

She looked so sexy in my white jumper hanging down barely covering her pussy as every movement she made gave a brief glimpse of her white pantie covered crotch. I sat on on the bed and lightly tapped my lap.

"Yes you are a naughty girl and you do deserve to be punished. Now get over my lap!"

She slowly moved towards me and bent over carefully placing her hands on my legs to position herself so as to present her firm ripe bottom.

Over she went and instantly her jumper rode up revealing her cotton panties stretched over her divine peachy ass.

Her toes and fingers hardly touched the floor as she rocked on my hardening cock.

I rubbed and stroked my hand over her bottom taking in her scent before letting my hand wander down between her legs. I didn't touch her but the presence of my hand made her squirm, just holding it there making Amber sigh and swoon in anticipation. I felt the blood make my cock swell and my head began to feel lightheaded.

I spread my hand between her legs forcing her thighs to part, her legs widening.

"Miss Amber I will spank you in rounds of six. After each half dozen you will say 'thank you Sir,' is that understood?

"Yes," she muttered from her lowly held head.

"No, no, no, its yes Sir, six of the best!

I whacked down squarely on her hard bottom, my hand bouncing off as she lightly moaned. I whopped her harder on the sixth spank drawing a loud, "Ouch!"

"That hurt!" she cried.

"Wrong answer!" and with that I spanked her bottom another six times, Amber was squealing and writhing on my lap the whole time.

"Now what do you say?" I demanded!

She started to squeal and protest but I was having none of it, I spanked her hard again!

"Oh!"

"Submit!" I demanded spanking her again! Gripping he arm allowing no escape.

"Stop it!' She howled kicking her legs and rocking on my lap.

Submit!" I cried louder spanking her harder!

"Okay, okay, okay!' She pleaded.

"Are you going to take your punishment?"

"Yes!'

Spank, spank, spank! snapped the sound off her ripe ass.

"Sorry, yes Sir!"

"Thats better!"

"Now my little wench are you the owner of a set of boobs?" I asked while rocking her spread body on my lap.

'What!"

Spank!

"Ouch! sorry Sir, please repeat the question."

"Are you the owner of a set of boobs?" I sighed

"Yes!"

Spank!

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir!"

"So you have boobs?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you also have a pussy?" I inquired raising my hand read to spank down.

"Yes Sir!" she obediently answered.

"And do you also have a very sexy figure and lovely legs?"

"Yes Sir!"

My breathing intensified as I heard her answers of submission, all the time gentle caressing her pantie cover bottom.

"And what effect do your boobs, pussy and ass have on a man?"

"I don't know Sir."

Many hand slapped down and cracked on her ass. She shrieked and her body stiffened on the fulcrum of my cock.

"What effect do your boobs, pussy and ass have on a man?" I sternly related.

"They excite him Sir."

"Yes, and how do you know you excite him?" I pressed lifting my hard cock into her a little to give her a clue.

"His cock gets hard Sir."

"Really, and why does his cock get hard?"

"Because he's excited Sir."

I quickly spanked her hard three times causing her to twist and writhe while yelping. Her body moving on my hardness making me dizzy with pleasure.

"Oh but Sir, that was the correct answer last time." she remonstrated

My hand was ready to snap a quick hard spank but the excitement in my loins was beginning to teeter and the last thing I wanted was to cum so early. Instead I gently brushed her bottom feeling the soft cotton of her panties.

"Yes you did answer correctly but the question is what do they want to do to you once they are hard?"

There was a silence of coyness and once again I readied to spank her but then I heard a lowly.

"They want to fuck me master."

"Sorry what was that?" I asked knowingly wanting to make her squirm.

"They want to fuck me master." She reiterated loudly making me smile with power.

"And how do they fuck you wench?"

"Oh!" Amber lowly protested making me spank her again.

"How do they fuck you?" I reiterated loudly, raising my hand again.

"By fucking my pussy Sir, by fucking my pussy!" she quickly reeled off fearing my hand.

"Good girl, but." I paused letting the tension grow under me.

"But what Sir?"

"I'm still going to spank you!"

"Oh no!" Amber protested before I spanked her rhythmically six times hard enough to make her lowly cry out.

"So what happens when they fuck you?" I demanded.

"I cum master."

"You cum?" I repeated buying time as I was more than shocked as I had her down as a virgin from the off.

"Yes Sir." She answered shamefully as I stuttered trying to find another question.

"When you cum." I started as my mind whirled.

"Yes Sir?"

"Are you loud, are you loud when you cum?" I spluttered my mind drifting from spanking her bottom.

"Yes Sir, too loud Sir." She sexily informed.

"Tell me more?" I asked as I let my hand slip down between her legs causing her to give a little girlie sigh.

"I was riding him in his bedroom with his parents down stairs. I was on top of him when I started to cum." She told as I felt her the gusset of her sopping wet panties.

"Carry on." I I urged as I gently stroked her wetness.

"I got carried away and I cried out , so he slapped my face," She whispered.

"Slapped your face, why?"

"He didn't want his parents to know we were, you know, upstairs."

I realised I had let my guard down and was more intent on listening to her story than spanking her. I regained composure and spanked her once hard! As my head snapped across her arse her body flexed as she winced.

"What were you doing upstairs, tell me?" I roughly asked raising my hand once again.

"Fucking Sir, we were fucking!" She quickly informed.

"Good girl, so why did he slap you?"

"To keep me quiet Sir."

"And did this work?"

"No Sir, I kept getting carried away."

"When?" I asked raising my hand threateningly.

"Every time we fucked Sir."

I had got Amber all wrong, there I was thinking she was a kinky virgin when she was anything but. I guessed she was more experienced than me but I wasn't going to stop, not with a prime young ass ripe for fucking right under my nose.

I was still interested to know about her sex life and wondered how they got around her orgasmic cries suspecting that her boyfriend reverted to some other scheme other than slapping her face to keep her quiet.

"So I suppose he pushed your panties into your mouth to keep you quiet?" I guessed.

"No master, do you want to put my panties in my mouth master?" Amber suggested.

"Thats for me to decide," I informed spanking her three times for her impertinence while thinking what a good idea it was.

Amber's body stiffened once more over her latest spanks and then slowly relaxed down over my lap.

"So how did you get around your loudness while he fucked your brains out?" I interrogated, cruelly belittling her with a blue assessment of what she was doing.

"He waited until his parents were out in the garden and then bent me over before the window so he could see them and do me at the same time."

I went into a dream not believing what I had heard, 'bend her over by the window, so he could be sure he could see his parents and not be heard!' Amazing!

"Do you see this boy now?"

"No master, her slapped me again and I kneed him hard in the balls, I didn't hang around for him to get up," she replied nonchalantly. Amber certainly had a taste for breaking balls. It was if she had practiced on her brother Michael before dropping her boyfriend.

I felt my control over her slipping and quickly spanked her six times.

"Oh Sir!" she cried, "what was that for?"

"To let you know who's boss and for breaking a boys balls." I scolded.