Phil #3
The following week I'd just got home from school when Phil arrived on my doorstep. "I noticed your mum's car wasn't here - is she out?" My heart missed a beat, and for a moment I lost the ability to think or speak. "Um... yeah... she's working, won't be home till six... um..." "Are you going to invite me in?" "Right. Yes. Yes, come in."
Phil smiled at my confusion, closing the door behind him as he entered. But for all his confidence, I suddenly realized there was something else in his face - a hesitation, a hint of uncertainty. With a jolt I realised that though he was 17 to my 13, this was just as much an adventure into the unknown for him as it was for me. With that insight, my confidence came flooding back. I wanted to be Phil's girlfriend, and I was willing to take a few spankings to get there, but I wanted to make sure I was more than just the girl he spanked....
I put on my best demure little girl voice, looking down at his feet, "I've been a naughty girl again, haven't I?". "Yes Susie, you have." "Are you going to spank me?" "I'm afraid so. Go to your room." I walked slowly up the stairs, feeling his eyes on my back, hearing the excitement in his breath. In my room he sat down on the bed, and I stood in front of him, eyes still cast down. A pause. A breath. "Take the shorts off." For a moment I wondered how he knew I had cycle shorts on under my dress, then realised he must have been looking up my skirt as I walked up the stairs.
I hesitated for a moment, then reached up under my skirt and pulled off my shorts, stepping out of them and kicking them across the room. Another pause. Then Phil reached out and took hold of the hem of my skirt and lifted it right up, pulling me down over his lap as he did so, so that I ended up with my bare belly resting across his knees, my dress scrunched up under my armpits, his left hand in the middle of my back, his right hand resting on the seat of my knickers. "You know, Susie, you are a very beautiful girl. Very beautiful, very sexy," he lifted his hand up away from my bottom "and... very... naughty...". With each word he brought his hand back down sharply onto my knickers, sending three sharp jolts of warmth flooding through my buttocks.
"You're pretty naughty yourself, you know." Taken aback by my sudden interjection, Phil paused, his hand raised to deliver another spank. "What?"
"Looking up my skirt, pulling my dress up, getting turned on by putting me over your knee and spanking me on my knickers - not to mention touching me up in the car the other week," I was choosing my words carefully, sensing his reaction and playing to it. "Does it feel good to have a naughty little girl on your lap with her dress pulled right up, ready for a spanking? Do you like looking at my knickers, and smacking my bottom? It makes you all hard, doesn't it?" A pause. He didn't need to answer that last question, the evidence was pressing against my belly. "Does it turn you on, Phil, pulling my dress up and spanking me on my knickers?"
"Oh yes."
"Say it."
"It really turns me on."
"What does? Tell me."
"I like looking at you. I look at you in you school dress and imagine having you across my lap. I love it when you say that you've been naughty, and that you need a spanking. It really turns me on to put you over my knee and pull your skirt up, to see your knickers, and then to give your bottom a good hard spanking."
As I hoped, talking about it seemed to turn Phil on as much as actually spanking me. "Do you think about me when I'm not there?"
"Oh yes."
"When you're in your bed at night, do you imagine having me over your knee in my knickers? Do you play with yourself thinking about pulling my skirt up and spanking me?" On the words 'play with yourself' I slipped my hand up into his lap and started to stroke the bulge in his trousers. A long 'aaah' escaped his lips. "I bet you imagine other things as well, don't you? What do you fantasize about, Phil? Inside your head, do you take my dress off and imagine me in my bra and knickers?" My stroking continued, firmer and firmer. "Would you like to do that? Would you like to take my school dress off?" A moment's pause, in which I could hear his breathing, almost panting, as I continued to rub his erection under the palm of my hand. "It just unzips down the back"
For a moment I thought that even that wasn't going to be enough for him. What would it take to get him to take my dress off? But with just a bit of a fumble he took hold of the collar of my dress with one hand, and with the other pulled the zip down. I slid off his lap, stood up, and shrugged my shoulders out of the dress, letting it fall in a pool around my feet. And then I just stood there, in my white bra and knickers, letting him enjoy the view. Unconsciously, I'm sure, his hand dropped to his lap and squeezed the bulge in his jeans. "Oh God, Susie," he breathed, "you are so beautiful."
"Here," I smiled, "let me help you with that." I knelt down in front of him, leaning forward to take his hand out of his lap and reach for the button of his jeans, pushing my chest out to make the most of my young breasts. I pulled down his zip fly, and then with a daring I didn't know I had, tugged the front of his briefs down. I'd never seen a grown up penis before, and though I'd done my online research, and knew more or less what to expect, nothing quite prepared me for the intense rush I got seeing his member standing out to attention. As I took hold of it, faking more confidence than I felt, I was suddenly overtaken with a wave of disbelief. I'd worshipped Phil from afar, but so had every girl I knew, and here I was, kneeling in front of him in my bra and knickers, my school dress discarded, holding his erection in my hands.
It only took a moment of stroking before he came, spreading a warm, white, sticky mess across my hands. "How was that?" I smiled up at Phil.
"Oh Susie, that was amazing. You are amazing." He leaned down to kiss me warmly on the lips, but there was no tongue, and I could feel from the sagging of his penis in his hands that for him, at least, we were done. But that was ok. "I'd better go before your mum gets home." He smiled "And you'd better put your dress back on!" He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box by my bed and disappeared into the bathroom, and I climbed back into my school dress, and pulled my shorts back up over my knickers. Phil emerged from the bathroom, still flushed, and was about to run down the stairs when he turned back into my bedroom, put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you, Susie."
"I love you, Phil"
"I'd better go. See you soon!" and he was down the stairs and out of the door, leaving me alone. I lay back down on my bed, hitched my dress up, and slipped my hand down the front of my shorts and rather damp knickers. I wasn't really very experienced at masturbating - I'd only started a few months before - but thinking of Phil looking at me in my underwear, and about holding his erection in my hands, and him kissing me, and saying "I love you", it wasn't hard to bring myself to a bigger orgasm than I'd ever had. Only when I heard mum's key in the lock did I jump up, smooth my skirt back down, and trot down the stairs to meet her.
