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Spanked by the VicarSpanking by the VicarScene: Early Summer Northern Scotland, Year 2003.It was a warm summer afternoon I was riding my bicycle around the country side trying to relax. I graduated from University this spring after 4 years of study and landed a good job with the Government up here. The local people are all very friendly and I had befriended a couple of young women my age who were riding around with me, when we stopped to look out across the sea they asked me why I seemed so frustrated, to which I explained that after 4 years of just studying, no dating, no sex, no boyfriend, I was pretty frustrated. The girls looked at each other and smiled and then said that I should go and visit the local Vicar they explained that he was well schooled in how to handle young women?s problems and that they visited him regularly but would not say anything else only that they would gladly make an appointment for me, explain my situation and break the ice so to speak. I agreed to it thinking that I had nothing to lose and the appointment was set for Friday afternoon after work. All day Friday I was thinking about my appointment and was nervous about meeting this man to explain my sexual frustrations, it was beginning to cause my pussy to get wet and was starting to make me feel very horny. The time came to go to see the Vicar and as I road my bike to the church the pressure of my pussy on the seat of the bike was making me very wet and I tuzla escort thought oh great if he sees a soaking wet bicycle seat he is going to think I am a slut. As I rode up he was standing outside waiting for me, a good looking handsome well-built man. He helped me off and parked my bike and he looked down at the wet seat, he only looked at me and smiled and then escorted me into his office. We talked at length about me and I confided to him that even regular masturbation did no relieve my frustrations; he then told me that he had learned that young women need something extra to relieve the tension in their lives and that was a good long hard spanking. The word spanking made my ears ring as my blood pressure shot up and my face blushed, which he noticed. He went on to explain that my two friends visited him regularly for very severe lengthy spankings and they were happy and well-adjusted young women. I agreed that it was worth a try, so he said let me show you where this will take place and how. The punishment room was in the back of the church underneath in a large vaulted roofed room; in it was a variety of apparatus and instruments of correction. He pointed to an old well-worn bench that was raised up in the centre and would secure a girl with her legs spread far apart, he said this was one of his favourite pieces and would like to use this one for me, he then produced a long thick heavy leather strap that he said would ataşehir escort punish me nicely. The Vicar reassured me all would be safe and wanted me to go home give it a lot of thought and if I wanted to continue to come back Saturday at 2:00 P.M. he also instructed me that when I come back to wear a simple summer dress, stockings, suspender belt, no panties or bra. That night my head was spinning with all these lustful thoughts and decided that I would go through with it. The next day as I road my bike to see the vicar I was well aware of the bicycle seat spreading my pussy lips and massaging my clitoris so by the time I got there I was already in quite a state. The Vicar escorted me down and into the room and asked me to remove my dress, as I did he watched me and noticed how wet my pussy was. He said he was pleased that the idea of getting a severe whipping from him had caused me to get so aroused then added that he had expected it. I stood there in just my stockings and suspender belt feeling very vulnerable and exposed, the Vicar sensing this put his arms around me to give me a big hug before leading me over to the bench. I stepped up and positioned myself on the bench, he fastened straps at my ankles, knees, waist, shoulders and then my wrists, he stepped back to admire me at length and told how lovely I looked and was pleased with my choice of stockings. He picked up the strap he had shown me and tapped it on my bottom maltepe escort measuring the distance, he started slow and steady with medium strength strokes smack smack smack and I thought this will be OK I can stand this. He applied about 20 to centre of my bum and then increased the force and applied another 20, my bottom was starting to burn and was starting to have second thoughts about this. He then moved down to the backs of my legs, Ooooooh my that stings and I began crying a little smack smack smack, Ooooooh I pleaded with him but he just said hold on girl it will be over soon. Next he moved to the tender insides of my thighs, smack smack smack Oooooooh my god I was crying openly, last he moved back up to my bottom and with full force delivered another 50 smacks. I don't remember him finishing and untying me until he was helping me up from the bench, he was telling me what a good girl I had been and how well I took it, then he helped me get dressed cleaned up my face and led me back upstairs and outside to my bike. He said he had one more request of me and that was when I ride home, take the long way around it would give me more time to reflect on what just took place, with that he gave me a kiss on the forehead and sent me on my way. It became quite clear why he wanted me to take the long way because the seat of my bike had split my pussy in half and was causing me to rapidly approach orgasm, it was a long 20 minute ride back to my flat and about 19 and a half minutes of that was in intense orgasm. When I got home I just stood there holding onto a chair shaking and then when I finally calmed down realised that I would be Visiting the Vicar on a regular basis.