Chapter Thirteen: Carla’s Confession
The next Saturday, I was in the library and ran into Carla Sweeney there. I thought of all the times I had visited her house hoping for a chance to get her alone and now, completely unplanned, things clicked into place. It had to be fate and I was already formulating a plan. After we exchanged greetings, I looked all around and whispered, “Carla there’s something important I have to ask you about. Meet me outside.” Carla looked a little puzzled; but she nodded and went up to the checkout desk.
My plan was simple. I was going to confront Carla with what had occurred between her and her stepfather in the laundry room. I didn’t know where things would lead, but I suspected I might be able to employ a little bluffing to get more details out of her. I was nearly certain I could play on some guilt feelings. Anyway, I thought it was worth a try.
When Carla came out, I motioned for her to follow me. I led her to a bench in an isolated spot by the side of the library. Before we sat down, I looked around to make sure that no one was in the immediate vicinity.
Carla laughed a little nervously and asked, “Why the cloak and dagger act Bill? Are you going to tell me you’re a secret agent?”
I looked at Carla very intently and asked, “Why were you letting your stepfather feel your pussy before he spanked you last Saturday?”
Carla looked so shocked, I had a fleeting uneasy thought that maybe I had been wrong. For a moment it looked as though she might slap me. I began to worry that I might have just gotten myself into some very serious trouble. But when Carla broke eye contact, looked down and started wringing her hands just a bit, I knew I was right. It appeared that her feelings of guilt were much greater than I suspected. For me, this confirmed there had been more going on than just one brief episode.
When Carla replied, I noted a nervous edge in her voice, “You must be crazy Bill. You have a filthy mind. Nothing like that has ever happened. How could you know what went on in our house last Saturday or any other day?” Carla thought for a moment. Then her expression changed from puzzlement to realization and she said, “Damn! You were peeking in at the basement window. That has to be it! That’s against the law. I’m going to tell my parents, they’ll call the police and you’ll be in big trouble.”
Carla got up from the bench as if to leave and I said, “You’re right. I could get into trouble, but if I do I’ll have to tell about everything I saw. I wonder what your mom would think if she knew what’s been going on between you and your stepfather. That’s against the law too.”
Carla sat down again and said in a placating tone, “Now look Bill, it was just a spanking. There was nothing more to it than that. Nothing else is going on. You got your cheap little adolescent thrill. I won’t tell on you. Leave it at that and consider yourself lucky.”
I said, “You’re not being honest with me Carla and you know it. I was watching you. I could tell that you were getting turned on watching Elaine being spanked. You wanted your stepfather to touch you and spank you. Why don’t you just admit it? If you’ll be honest with me, I swear everything will stay just between you and me. It goes no further.”
Carla said, trying to change the subject, “I suppose Tom was in on your little spying expedition.”
I replied, “It was actually his idea; but he didn’t catch onto the subtle details. You don’t have to worry about him. Your stepbrother isn’t in tune with certain things like I am.”
Carla asked, “What do you mean?”
I said, “I’ll tell you all about that. I have a few secrets of my own; but you have to be truthful with me first.”
Carla said, “OK, I admit you’re partially right. I guess there’s something wrong with me. I do get excited when I’m being spanked. As for the other part, my stepfather has done things with me; but it’s not like we’re having sex. You have to believe that.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you Carla. I believe that a lot of girls are like you. You should ask some of your friends about it. But as for the other part; if it’s not sex, then what is it? You’re just kidding yourself.”
Then Carla asked, “How do you know about other girls getting turned on by a spanking?”
I noticed Carla didn’t respond to my question about the situation with her stepfather and I decided to let that go for now. I asked Carla if she remembered Heather Saunders. She said that Heather had been in her home room at the middle school. I told Carla how Heather had admitted to me that she got excited after having her butt warmed. I also recounted Heather’s experience with her Uncle Allen; but I didn’t go into any other details of my overnight stay at the Saunders’.
Carla said, “You could just be making that up. Heather isn’t around any more, so there’s no way to prove it.”
I said, “You’re right Carla. I can’t prove it, but it’s true.”
Carla said, “I don’t know why, but I believe you.” Then Carla asked, “What makes you so interested in spanking Bill?”
I told Carla about my first experience with Trixie many years ago. She said, “But that was no big deal. It was just kid stuff.”
I said, “You’re wrong. It was a big deal for me. I haven’t been the same since then and I’ll bet it was the same for you. Am I right?”
Carla sighed and said, “Yes you’re right. According to mom, my real dad was a lazy bum. I was only three when they got divorced. I didn’t know what it was like to have a father until mom married Harry Sweeney. I thought Harry was OK. He seemed nice enough. He was always saying how pretty Elaine and I were and I liked that.”
“One day Tom and I were playing around down in the basement and we knocked a can of paint off a shelf. Of course it splashed out all over the place. We tired to clean it up, but it was hopeless. We finally just left it. A few nights later Harry went down to the basement for something and found the mess. Harry was really pissed and we finally had to tell him what had happened. He said that Tom and I both had to go to bed early and that he was going to spank us too.”
“I went up to my room and got ready for bed. Even though I knew I was getting a spanking, I was actually relieved. It seemed like I had been worrying about that spilled paint forever. Of course I had to worry about the spanking now. But I thought at least that would be over soon. Mom had busted my butt plenty of times, but I didn’t know what to expect from Harry. So naturally I was a little scared.”
“About ten minutes later Harry came into the room and closed the door. Then he came over and sat down on the edge of my bed. He had me stand in front of him. He said he wasn’t spanking me for spilling the paint because that was an accident. He said I was being spanked for not telling about it right away. He said not telling was the same as lying and just made things worse. I was old enough to understand he was right. So I didn’t resent getting a spanking. I figured I deserved it.”
“Then Harry told me to take off my pajama bottom and panties. I was shocked by this and more than a little embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t as if I was a little girl. I was a teenager. I guess Harry could tell what I was thinking because he said that the only way a spanking made an impression was on a bare bottom and so I might as well get used to it now. I thought that the embarrassment of taking my pajama bottom and panties off in front of Harry would be much worse than the spanking. He was going to see, you know, see me in front as well as seeing my bare butt. I could feel my face turning red as I slipped my clothes down. When I had my things off, Harry pulled me across his lap.”
“I don’t know why; but for some reason every part of my body seemed to be unusually sensitive. I remember the window was open. As I lay across Harry’s lap, a sligh
t breeze came into the room and my bare bottom tingled when it touched me there. As he shifted me into position, my, w
ell you know, my front rubbed against his leg and I began to get a tingling feeling in pit of my stomach. Harry didn’t start to spank me right away. He just ran his hand over my bottom for a little while at first. While he was doing that, my body moved back and forth a little on his lap. This made me rub against his leg some more and it felt really good. Then he started to spank me. His hand smacked down on my butt and I heard the CRACK as it landed. After a few swats my butt started to burn like it was on fire. At the same time my front was still moving against his leg and it was as if the sensation of my burning bottom increased the pleasure I was feeling elsewhere. As the spanking continued, I was becoming more aroused. I really didn’t know what was happening. I just knew that for some strange reason, I was kind of enjoying it.”
“I don’t know how long that spanking lasted. Toward the end, I started to cry out a little as the swats came down. I’m sure Harry gave my butt a good going over. When he finished, he still didn’t say anything. He started rubbing my bottom again. This new sensation on my tingling bottom cheeks seemed to increase the pleasure I was feeling. Then I felt Harry slip a finger into my butt crack and in the next instant the tip of it was touching me…you know…back there. Then Harry began to sort of massage me there and after a while I felt this strong wave of pleasure sweep over my whole body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and afterward it was as if I went limp all over. I guess I experienced my first real orgasm. I’m sure Harry knew what had happened, but all he did was lift me off his lap and tell me to put my clothes on and get into bed. He didn’t leave the room. He sat there and watched me while I put my panties and pajama bottom back on. By now I was feeling a little embarrassed again. When I got into bed, Harry gave me a peck on the forehead and left the room.”
“What did you think about all of that?” I asked.
“I didn’t know what to think. I guess I mostly felt guilty. I knew what Harry had done at the last, you know touching me where he did, wasn’t right. But I had liked it and I’m sure he knew that I liked it. A couple of weeks went by and I started to think more and more about how good I had felt and less about feeling guilty. To make a long story short, it got to the point that every so often I would do something on purpose that would rate another spanking. As time went on Harry’s attentions became more personal. He spent more time just massaging my bottom, touching me between the legs and, you know, the other place too. I felt guilty about letting him do those things, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop. It went on that way until a couple of months ago. I don’t know if mom was beginning to suspect something, but she told Harry that Elaine and I were getting too old for him to spank.”
Then I asked, “What about Elaine? Do you think Harry was doing things with her too?”
Carla replied, “No I don’t think so. Elaine never liked Harry very much. He spanked her a few times, but I’m certain that if he had tried something more, she would have told mom. Even though Elaine is very sexy, I don’t think she’s all that interested in boys. I don’t think she likes girls. It’s not like that at all. I just get the feeling she has a contemptuous attitude regarding males.”
Then Carla looked at me and said, “You know Bill, you’re the first person I’ve ever talked about these things with and I didn’t think I could ever talk about them with anyone. I know you’re right, what’s been going on between Harry and I is sex, even though I’ve been denying it. I know it has to stop. I guess I’m lucky it hasn’t gone any further.”
I reached out and took Carla’s hand and said, “Carla I have a confession to make. All the times I came over to your house, it was really to see you. I’ve always hoped that I could get to spend some time alone with you. I’ve always liked you a lot and wished that I could get you to feel the same about me.”
Carla smiled and said, “That’s no big surprise to me. I noticed the way you always looked at me when you were over visiting Tom. To be honest, I’ve been attracted to you too and since we’ve had this talk, I know I feel close to you.”
I moved closer to Carla, put my arms around her and we began to kiss. Then we heard footsteps approaching and we broke apart. We sat on the bench looking straight ahead as an older couple passed by. When they were out of sight I said, “I wish we could really be alone together. I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
Carla said, “Maybe I can work something out. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I’m not promising anything, but I’ll try.”