A young female teacher once slapped my face in 5th form – for being cheeky to her in class. Looking back on it now, I thoroughly deserved it and didn’t really find it all that painful. Much more painful was the severely onerous quantity of lines she had me write out for her after school as a further punishment.
As I spent hour after hour writing the lines for her, I couldn’t stop thinking of her and that faceslap. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so gorgeous and sexy, I began to fantasize about her giving me a really good face slapping.
Later in life, I was fortunate to marry an equally gorgeous teacher who loves to slap my face in simulated classroom scenarios. We have set aside a room in our house as her classroom where she takes me and warms my cheeks when the mood takes her. She dresses in the classic pencil slim mini skirt and stiff white blouse for these occasions. The session consists of the teacher examining the pupil orally, and all incorrect answers are punished with a stinging slap across the face.
My wife affirms that she particularly loves the sound of her beautiful hand landing full force on my cheek. Unfortunately, just like my teacher who gave me my first faceslap, my wife also loves giving me lines to write out as a punishment. Though I hate having to write lines – its the price I have to pay to have her beautiful hands repeatedly slap my face.
Originally posted 2009-04-04 17:59:21.