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The First Time I Spanked a Girl

You never forget your first time, especially when it was like this...

By Mars BenwayPublished 7 years ago 12 min read

Did I ever tell you about the first night I met her? I won't tell you her name, not yet, I didn't learn it myself until the next morning. That evening she opened my eyes to a whole new world though. Here's how it happened...


“You want a cigarette?”

“No thanks.” I was lying, I did.

Steve waved a hand-rolled cigarette in front of my face. “C’mon, you know you want one.”

“Nah, you’re alright, it’s a disgusting habit.” I really, really wanted one. We were standing at the bar and drinking. I don’t smoke anymore, not really, but the craving for nicotine hits me every time alcohol touches my lips. I knew if I could resist for the first few drinks the craving would eventually subside though.

“Go on, have one, you only live once.”

I jumped. The woman’s voice had come from behind my shoulder.

Steve looked past me and smiled at her. “Glad you agree young lady.”

I felt annoyed, this wasn’t any of her business, whoever she was. I turned towards the voice to tell her to keep her nose out of private conversations but my annoyance melted when I saw her face. She was grinning up at me. She looked both happy and mischievous, her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed red. I found I’d completely forgotten what I was going to say. “Sorry, what?”

“You should have the cigarette.” She looked even more mischievous, “it’s what Jesus would want.”


“Jesus, it’s what he would want, I’m pretty sure that sort of thing’s covered in the Bible.”

It sounded so wonderfully incongruous, and pretty impudent too. “You don’t look like the Bible reading type to me,” I replied.

Her grin broadened even further. She stared at me and I stared back.

Then Steve interrupted. “You want one too?” He waved the cigarette at her.

She nodded.

Steve rolled cigarettes for all of us and we stepped out into the pub garden to smoke.


We chatted as we smoked and drank, the three of us huddling under a garden parasol to keep out of the rain.

“So what else does Jesus approve of?”

“Oh you know, the usual stuff, cigarettes and alcohol, drugs, casual sex. He turned water into wine didn’t he?” Her English was perfect, but she had a slight foreign twang. I was rubbish with accents though and couldn’t place it yet, Spanish maybe? She looked Spanish.

“I definitely didn’t go to the same Sunday school as you,” Steve said as he exhaled smoke, “mine was all about being meek and mild and well behaved. I’d definitely have remembered the drugs and sex.”

She shrugged and dropped her cigarette into the end of her beer. “Jesus, Satan, the Marquis de Sade, I always get those guys mixed up.” She grinned again.

I liked her. She seemed so comfortable in her own skin, and her confidence and cheekiness were infectious. I realised I was smiling and staring at her again.

Then Steve suggested we head inside for another drink. I stepped out from under the parasol to follow him but felt a hand on my arm stopping me.

“Let’s go somewhere else?” She whispered.

“You got anywhere in mind?”

“How about my place? It’s not far.”

I nodded. “But Steve’s waiting for me inside, I can’t just leave him.”

“Sure you can, it’s what…”

“What Jesus would want?” I finished her sentence for her.

“Yeah, or Satan, or one of those guys.” That mischievous grin spread over her face again.


She put her arm through mine as we walked back to her place. It was a horrible autumn night, it was cold and the wind was blowing the rain in our faces. We pulled each other close for shelter and warmth.

I felt guilty leaving Steve without a word, but this girl made me feel reckless and impulsive, I felt I couldn't say no, and I was excited about what was going to happen.


I stood behind her as she jangled her key in the lock. She got the door open, then pulled me inside.

As soon as the door was shut she pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. She did it so fast it took me by surprise, although my body reacted.

Her lips and mouth were hot. She pressed and rubbed her body against mine and ran her hands all over me, her fingers ticklish as she explored under my t-shirt. I pulled her against me and kissed her back. She started to moan as I massaged her arse through her tight jeans.

She stroked up the inside of my leg and squeezed my cock. “C’mon, up to my room strange man.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs before I could reply.


She guided me into a messy bedroom, closed the door, then shoved me onto her bed. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me down with a hand on my chest and started pulling at my belt.

She was frantic. She pulled my jeans open and yanked them down to my knees. She whipped my underwear down and my hard cock bobbed up, standing to attention.

She fell on me. She wrapped her fingers tight around the shaft of my dick and started licking me. I groaned, it felt amazing.

I sat up and watched her lick my cock like it was a lollipop, she looked up and held eye contact with me as sank her mouth around it. I groaned loud again and fell back against the bed.

She sucked me hard as she bobbed her head up and down. Her hand pumped me in the same, slow, drawn-out, perfect rhythm. She moaned as she did so. She made a real performance of it. She sucked me deep into her, she licked me, she fondled my balls. Her mouth was so wet and warm and she let globs and strings of saliva drip all over my cock. She made a glorious mess.

She slowly built up speed, sucking and pulling me harder and faster until I was moaning and thrashing beneath her. I felt the orgasm rising within me, I was close to coming already. It felt so good, I tried to hold back as long as I could to make it last, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” I warned her.

She groaned loader, she kept sucking.

I moaned, I gasped, then I came. My vision blurred, my cock pulsed and pulsed and spurted come into her hot, tight mouth. And she kept sucking and pumping me as I came, prolonging my orgasm until I was totally spent.


Eventually she let my cock fall out of her mouth and jumped up onto the bed on top of me.

I hugged her and kissed her face and told her over and over how fantastic that had been. She giggled and hugged me back.

“What happened to my, you know?”

“I swallowed it.” She shrugged and flashed me that cheeky smile again.

“You dirty girl!” I kissed her smiling face. “My turn now, you’ve earned this.” I rolled us both over until she was on her back and I was on top of her. I got up on my knees and started fiddling with her jeans.

“Sorry, you can’t, it’s my time of the month.” She stuck out her bottom lip and pulled a sad face.

“Fuck.” I desperately wanted to strip her clothes off and press my face between her thighs. I wanted to lick her until she couldn’t take anymore, I wanted to make her come as hard as she’d made me. “Fuck,” I said it again, with force.

“There’s something else you can do for me though.” She rolled over onto her front, then looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her behind at me. “I have been a very dirty girl.”

It took me a few seconds to realise what she wanted. OK, I’d never done that before, but I was game.

I let the flat of my hand fall onto her backside. I didn’t do it hard, but it made a much louder noise than I’d expected.


I was worried I’d done it too hard, that I’d hurt her and ruined the moment, but she made a low groaning noise and raised herself up onto her knees.

I sat back and admired the view. Her face and chest were still flat against the bed, but her back was arched magnificently and her big beautiful bum was thrust up towards me, her jeans pulled tight across it.

I ran my hands over her bottom, then slapped her again with a short, sharp smack.

She jumped and gasped.

I smacked her again, harder this time. Again I was scared I’d gone too far, but she arched her back even further and pushed her arse up against my hands. So I smacked her again.

I’d never done this before, I’d never even fantasised about it, but I found I loved having her beneath me like this, her bottom presented to me. I got up off the bed and pulled her roughly towards me until she was at the edge of the bed and I was standing over her.

I smacked her harder and she groaned.

She looked back over her shoulder at me. “Stop if I say the word mango. Otherwise do what you want, whatever I say.” She looked away from me again, as if she was readying herself.

I slapped her arse hard and she jumped. I slapped her again and again.


She groaned each time I smacked her, whether out of pain or pleasure I couldn't tell.

“Tell me how bad I’ve been,” she gasped between strikes.

Again I was in new territory, I had no idea what to say. “You’ve been a very naughty girl,” I hazarded. Cheesy, I know, but despite my uncertainty I said it in a loud and stern voice and she reacted with a deep groan.

I kept chastising her as I smacked her beautiful bottom. “Do you have any idea how naughty you’ve been?” *Smack*. “You’ve invited a total stranger into your bedroom. *Smack*. And you’ve just sucked his cock.” *Smack*. “And to make it worse.” *Smack*. “You let him come in your mouth.” *Smack*. “And then you swallowed it all.” *Smack*. “Such filthy behaviour.” *Smack*. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” *Smack*.

I’d never imagined someone could react like this. The harder I spanked her, and the more I told her off, the more she moaned and groaned beneath me. She wasn’t playing around, she wasn’t teasing me, she was clearly getting more and more turned on as I punished her.

I wanted more though, I wanted to get her hornier, I wanted to make her moan louder.


“Undo your jeans.”


I almost stopped. I was so used to no meaning no, and she’d said it with such desperate pleading that my hand had frozen above her. But I remembered this was part of the game.

I slapped her hard. “I told you to undo your jeans.” I said it slow and with as much menace as I could.

She shook her head.

“You’re just going to make this worse you know.” I smacked her harder than I’d done before. She jumped again and whimpered. “Open your jeans, don’t make me say it again.”

She reached under herself with both hands, I heard her open her belt buckle, then she pulled her jeans open.

“There, that’s better. Now lets get these off so we can punish you properly. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”

“No!” She kicked and protested as I took hold of the back of her jeans and started pulling them down over her bottom. She didn’t struggle too hard though, and although her jeans were tight, I was able to pull them down to her knees, revealing her bare skin and a pair of black lace knickers.

“Just as I suspected, only a harlot would wear underwear like this.” I spanked her bottom again and she groaned deeply.


She looked fantastic. Her underwear was pulled tight across her bum and they were almost see through at the back, hinting at what lay beneath. I could feel her skin now too, warm and soft beneath the fabric of her knickers, and the noise it made when I spanked her was louder and sharper and more shocking.

She moaned and gasped louder and more urgently as I smacked her bottom now. I’d never dreamt of this before, but I was loving it. I slapped her harder and faster, but it still wasn’t enough.

I stopped spanking and hooked a thumb under the back of her underwear. “I’m going to have to take these down too.”

“No, please, you can’t.” She shook her head as she begged. “I’ll do anything, but not that, please. I’ll suck your cock again. You can come in my face.”

I spoke as if I was disappointed in her. “It’s that sort of behaviour that’s got you in this predicament my dear.”

“No, please, no.”

“I’m afraid I have to. It’s the only way you’ll learn. This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you you know.” I started peeling her knickers slowly over her bottom.

“No, no!” She kicked and squirmed again as her underwear came down.

It was no use though. I pulled her knickers down to her knees to join her jeans, exposing her glorious, bare-naked bottom.

I stood back. What a wonderful sight. I placed a hand on each of her cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her arsehole and pussy, a line of white string hanging between her lips. She whimpered again.


I smacked her, naked skin striking naked skin, the sound of it ringing loud through her bedroom.

“Harder.” She gasped.

I hit her again, harder than I’d dared before. I almost winced at the noise.


I smacked her again and again and each time she asked for more. Soon I was smacking her so hard and fast I was scared I’d really hurt her, but she kept asking.

My hand started to hurt I was spanking her so hard, and her bottom was getting redder and redder and I could feel the heat coming off her skin, but she was moaning and groaning so loudly and insistently I kept on.

She opened her legs as I spanked her bare behind and I noticed a hand appear between her thighs and start rubbing her pussy.


I ignored the pain in my hand and spanked her as hard as could. I rained my smacks down upon her, hitting her all over, never striking the same place twice in succession to keep her guessing where each slap would land.

She moaned louder and louder, her hand moved faster between her legs. “More… harder.”

I spanked her as hard as I could, my whole arm aching now, my hand burning with pain. I kept telling her off too, my voice rising louder and louder to be heard over the sound of my hand on her bum. “You’re such a filthy, dirty girl. You’ve earned this. It’s what you deserve. You swallowed a stranger’s come.”

She burst into tears as I spanked and shouted at her, but still she kep moaning and asking for it harder.

She sobbed and groaned, I spanked and spanked, she rubbed her pussy faster and faster, then her whole body went rigid and then she screamed and she was coming.

She shook and shouted as her orgasm exploded within her, and I kept spanking and chastising her as she came, until eventually she collapsed onto her bed, gasping and shaking.


I held her too me and wrapped my arms around her. She pulled me tight and buried her face into my neck and sobbed.

I stroked her until she’d finished crying, then she pulled back and looked up at me.

Her face was a mess of tears and makeup, but she was grinning again. “Thanks, I really needed that.”

“Erm, my pleasure. That was pretty incredibly actually. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I took your spanking cherry?”

“You did. And it was brilliant.” I sat there and stared at her in wonder. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Shsshhh.” She put a finger to my lips. “I’ll tell you that tomorrow, isn’t it more fun if we’re strangers tonight?”


About the Creator

Mars Benway

I enjoy the naughtier side of life and write explicit erotic fiction for fun. Find out more at and @MarsBenway.

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