by David McKnight
My name is Shawn and I'm a graduate student at Yale working on a PhD in math. I've always dated younger girls. My first date as an eighth grader was with a seventh grader who lived on my street and who was friends with my younger sister. During high school, the girls I dated were usually just a year or two younger, but by the time I was a college senior, I was mostly dating college freshmen and they were most often three years younger. Now as a graduate student, freshmen girls still attract me so the age difference might be as much as six years.
I always select those young women who are petite and shy, who have a submissive nature, and who are inexperienced sexually. Of course, they also have to be beautiful and smart, possess a great personality, and have a nice round ass. In a large university setting, it's surprising how many females meet all those qualifications. I'm a dominant male that likes to spank young females and I've found that girls with those traits will often submit to a relationship that includes erotic and punishment spankings.
My latest conquest is Myra. She majors in mathematics and is six years younger, ten inches shorter, and ninety-five pounds lighter than I am. A blonde blue-eyed beauty from California, she was raised by very strict parents who belong to a strange religious sect.
They only allowed her to date in groups, prohibited the use of makeup, made her wear conservative clothing, and insisted on a 10:00 pm curfew even when she was a senior in high school. They spanked her for the slightest infraction of their rules and would still be spanking her if she hadn't moved. When she turned eighteen, she inherited some money from her grandmother and immediately left home to attend college in the east.
Just a few weeks after she arrived at Yale, I noticed her in the mathematics building where I was attending a graduate seminar. She looked like a lost little girl as she wandered down the hallway peering into each room while avoiding eye contact with everyone.
I noticed she was strikingly beautiful and had a fantastic figure even though her makeup was a mess and she was wearing a very unstylish dress. I walked up to her and asked if I could help. Her first impulse was to say no and turn away, but instead she answered in a meek voice, "I'm looking for Math 107 and I forgot the room number."
"Do you know the teacher's name," I responded.
She shook her head as she answered, "I just remember it starts with an H and he's very tall."
"That must be Harkness and I saw him enter a room just a few minutes ago. Let me show you."
I led her to room M122 and saw how relieved she was when she realized it was the correct room.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said with a bright smile.
"You're very welcome. My name is Shawn."
"I'm Myra and thanks again," she said bashfully as she turned to enter the class.
As she walked away, I was overwhelmed with a desire to get to know her better. At first sight, she seemed to meet all my qualifications including a cute little butt. It was Monday, so her class would meet again on Wednesday and Friday.
I made plans to see her again on those days but as it turned out, I saw her almost every day as we both moved from class to class in the same building. Each time I saw her, I would stop and talk with her and gradually she became less shy around me.
After two weeks of this, I asked her out to dinner and a movie. At first, she seemed shocked and embarrassed but finally said yes and gave me her address and phone number. I assumed she lived in a dorm like almost all freshmen girls, but the address she gave me turned out to be a house a couple of blocks north of the campus. I later found out that she bought the house with some of the money from her grandmother and figured she would sell it for a profit when she graduated.
As we talked during that first dinner, she started opening up to me. I could tell she was struggling to do this initially but it soon got much easier for her. We talked so long we missed the movie but by the end of the evening, I had learned about her restrictive upbringing and she had admitted this was her first real date.
She was like a flower opening up as she discussed her private thoughts about life, families, relationships, and sex. I got the idea she would be open to experiencing a very different life from what her parents had provided. When I asked about parental discipline, she at first wouldn't answer. She finally overcame her embarrassment and admitted that her parents had spanked her up until the time she left home at eighteen.
This was great news because girls that received spankings as a late teenager are more open to getting a spanking as an adult. I limited myself to a chaste goodnight kiss on her doorstep that night, knowing that much more would follow in the weeks to come.
We started spending time with each other almost every day between classes or in the evening and dated every weekend. At first, she was as skittish as a colt when I touched her. If I reached out to hold her hand, she would take it away before giggling and returning her hand to my grasp.
Lifting my hand to her cheek would cause her head to jerk back before she blushed and raised my hand to her face herself. Touching her shoulder would cause it to shrug before she could catch herself. But soon she grew to crave my touching as much as a young puppy.
After that, I couldn't keep my hands off her. If we were sitting at a table, I held her hands. If we were walking, I had my arm over her shoulders or encircling her tiny waist. I was constantly caressing her cheeks or stroking her hair.
At first, she was very tentative about touching me in return, but soon she was reaching for my hand or leaning in to hug me. What had taken me years of dating to experience was happening to her in just weeks. It was a joyous time for both of us.
She quickly accepted my public displays of affection such as kissing her, patting her soft bottom, or giving her a firm swat on her ass when I caught her bending over. She obviously enjoyed the swats because she started provoking slaps to her butt by wiggling it and taunting me.
One day after receiving a couple of swats, she told me about a spanking she got from her father when she was in high school. He had smelled alcohol on her breath after she got home from a party. He had spanked her bare bottom with a belt after making her bend over a sofa. I got the feeling that she sort of missed being corrected when she did something wrong.
Our playfulness during the day in public soon turned into an active sex life at night. She had no sexual experience but was ready to try anything. Being in full revolt from her parents led her to be adventurous and daring and I felt honored to be the one selected for her initial education.
She gave herself to me fully and allowed my hands and mouth to caress her anywhere I wanted. Being who I am, I spent much of the time rubbing, squeezing, and patting her luscious buttocks. We experimented with many sexual positions and I introduced pretend spankings as part of our foreplay on occasion.
One night we were at her house pretending to wrestle while we caressed each other over our clothes. I decided to give her a more serious spanking so I acted upset at some comment she made about me. I stripped off her jeans and panties as she struggled and then she giggled when I told her she was, 'going to get it'. She knew exactly what I meant.
With her buttocks bare, I carried her to a chair, sat down, and placed her over my lap. I started spanking her white, soft ass with firm smacks from my hand, a few swats to one side followed by a few to the other side. She offered no resistance and continued laughing for about thirty seconds until the sting and burn started to build in her backside. She got quiet for another thirty seconds then said in a small weak voice, "That's really starting to sting."
I stopped spanking and starting massaging her buns as I said, "Do you really want me to stop, you bad little girl?"
My rubbing quickly soothed her behind and she blushed when she said, "No, I guess not."
I started spanking her again with firm slaps that soon turned her little butt cheeks pink. When she started to kick her legs and put her hand back, I stopped the spanking and afterwards we had the most explosive sex of our relationship.
From then on, spankings were often a part of our sex life. I would spank her until it started to hurt, take a break to soothe her burning butt, employ other forms of foreplay to arouse her, and then continue the spanking. Sometimes these spankings lasted over fifteen minutes and left her behind cherry red. She never complained, always trusting that I wouldn't spank her more than she could take.
Four months into our relationship, she asked me to move in with her. I had started keeping some toiletries and clothing at her house and often spent the night with her on the weekend, but moving in was a big step for me.
Some of my former relationships had lasted years but I had never lived with anyone. We talked about it for a few weeks as I gradually moved more of my stuff to her place. Finally, five months after I met her, I started living with her full time.
Myra was naturally submissive to me from the very beginning. This was because her parents had trained her to obey or get a spanking but it was also an innate part of her personality. She preferred having limits set for her or being told what to do rather than having to make a lot of decisions herself.
I was amazed that she had been able to move away from her parents to attend college against their wishes. Her mindset was still that bad behavior deserved a punishment spanking even though there had been no one to spank her since she had moved east. I knew that I would soon remedy that situation.
Even though we were now living together and making love regularly, Myra was still very modest about her body. Her parents had demanded absolute modesty in their home at all times and she admitted that she had never seen either of her parents in their underwear.
I decided one night to test her submissiveness by pushing her limits in this area. We were in the bedroom about to make love when I told her, "Come here, I want to undress you and give you a bath before we go to bed."
She was surprised and reluctant as she asked, "Why do you want to do that."
"Don't question me, just obey," I told her firmly.
"Yes sir," she timidly replied with downcast eyes.
She much preferred undressing to panties and bra in the bathroom and having very little lighting in the bedroom during sex. I left the lights on full as I unbuttoned her blouse and gently lifted it over her head.
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