Kaylee’s First Spanking

It was a warm April day in Newport Beach, California. Kaylee, a freshman in college, was driving home from rowing practice, as she did every Monday, and Wednesday evening. It was normally a 30 minute trip without traffic. Driving south on Pacific Coast Highway, she would enjoy the view on her right — the ocean waves, breaking on the shore, as the sun set slowly in her rear-view mirror.

Today, like most days, her thoughts drifted to the small pleasantries of her day. She thought of the dolphins popping up through the water, just a few feet from her. It only happened once in a while, but it was one of Kaylee’s favorite surprises when she was hard at work with her team. She thought of Tom, her coach, who she had a secret crush on. She replayed a favorite fantasy of hers in her mind, where Tom would scold her in his office, punitively strip off her clothes, and then take her from behind.

But today, unlike other days, she couldn’t get out of her mind the strange mixture of emotions she felt from what had happened, only moments ago: the bittersweet intermingling of embarrassment, remorse, and camaraderie. Not to mention the persistent tingling that she could still feel on her backside.

It all started a few months prior. The girls she rowed with were a great team. They laughed together, hung out together, and supported each other. They were also competitive…