It all started so innocently.

The date I had been waiting for almost three years had finally arrived. July 15,1987. This was my fifteenth birthday and now my strict parents would finally let me date boys at night.

Of course I had kind of sorta dated but it was not the same as they were just daytime dates and walking or on bicycles. Except for last month, that is. Bobby, who I had a crush on for the last year became sixteen years old and got his drivers license. Since his parents were rich they had bought him his dream car, a Mustang convertible.

He was really disappointed I could not stay out with him the night he got it. He really hurt me when he told me that it was alright since he probably shouldn't be going out with such a young, inexperienced girl anyway.

He started going out with other girls. When I asked him if he didn't like me anymore he said,

"Sure I still like you. You are pretty and have a great body. When you grow up we can date again."

I told him I would be able to go out at night after my fifteenth birthday, and that I was as grown up as any of his friends. I could not help it because my parents were strict.

I asked him to come to my birthday party, hoping he would come even though it would not be like the parties he was used to with beer and rock and roll.

Finally, three days before my party, he stopped me in the hall to ask what time he should come to my party.

I was overjoyed that he was still interested in me and did my best to look my best for him. I was extra excited since he said we would go to a movie after the party.

I could tell he was bored at my party. He put up a good front and was very pleasant to my folks. I was glad to see they liked him and my Dad was impressed when he found out who his parents were. Everyone knew them since they were rich and his father was president of the city council, the Elks Club, and the country club. Dad was especially happy when Bobby told him he could be his guest at the country club the next Sunday since Dad could only afford to play at the public golf course.

When I opened my presents I found Bobby had given me a pretty gold bracelet with my birthstone on it. The real surprise came from my Mother. I had been begging her for a year to buy a miniskirt I had found at Nordstroms. It was made of thin, soft, white leather and really showed off my butt and legs I was so proud of from years of aerobics to get rid of my baby fat.

She had always rejected it as being too sexy for a girl my age.

Her packages contained the mini-skirt and a matching blouse of some sort of silky material. I thanked her profusely and said I couldn't wait to try them on. She told me she was sure they would fit but was a little concerned about the blouse as it seemed a little bit too low cut for a kid. She didn't have much choice as it was the only blouse she could find in the exact color.

I rushed upstairs to try them on. I put the skirt on first and it felt very sensual as it seemed to caress my legs as I walked around. The only disadvantage was that all my panties left panty lines and I did not have any panty-hose. I finally decided to wear it without panties till I could get panty-hose.

When I tried on the blouse I was amazed my Mother would buy it. It was cut to show my breasts almost to the nipples. All my bra's showed. I finally solved the problem by cutting the straps off one of my bra's and trimming the cups with a pinking shears.

When I came down my Dad gave me a wolf-whistle and said,

"My God my little girl has become a woman. I had no idea!"

Bobby agreed, "Yes Kathy, You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen!"

My Mom was not so happy. "The blouse is too low cut, but I can fix that."

She took off her brooch and used it to pin the blouse together till only the very top of my cleavage showed. I could tell Bobby was disappointed but he was smart enough not to say anything except,

"I guess we had better go if we are going to get to the movie on time. I don't want to go over the speed limit."

"Good for you, son." My Dad replied, "I am glad to see you are a responsible person. Try to get her home by midnight."

Again I was surprised, they had always talked about a 10:00 PM curfew and my Mom did not protest!

We were barely out of the driveway when Bobby said, "First of all get rid of the damn brooch. Your breasts are beautiful and should not be hidden."

I blushed, but I was really happy he liked them. I had not thought that much about them as my main concern was to get my butt and legs nice and firm. I grinned as I thought how pleased he would be if he knew the straps had been cut off the bra and they were standing up proudly with no support.

When we got to the movie we saw there was a line clear around the block. Bobby said, "Shit. I am not going to stand in line for an hour just to be told that they are filled up. Let's go to my place. I have video tapes of our favorite songs from MTV. We can watch that instead."

I agreed as I loved music and I also wanted to see his house.

His place was a beautiful english tudor on top of a hill in the center of thirty acres used to keep his Dad's racehorses.

As soon as we got in the house he said, "Well since you finally grew up I guess you can have a drink. You like orange Juice. I'll make us some Harvey Wallbangers."

I had no idea what he was talking about. I had never even heard of a Harvey Wallbanger let alone drink one.

I did not want to blow my image as a grown-up.

"Yeah, That sounds good. Where are your folks? Won't they get mad?"

"Well, I can't ask them. They are in Seattle for Mom's shopping fix. She will shop till she drops. They will probably be back Sunday."

It turned out the tape only lasted a half-hour. By that time I had drunk three drinks. They must have been pretty strong as I felt a little giddy and ready for most anything.

"I think it must be about time for your birthday spanking. How long has it been since you had one?"

"Oh God. Not since I was seven or eight years old. It may sound silly but I kind of missed them. For some reason it made me feel real close to my parents when I was lying over their knees and getting my heinie slapped."

"We can make up for that. Come on over here and get over my knee."

The idea appealed to me for many reasons. He wanted to do it and I wanted to please him. I remembered the good feeling I got from being spanked. I thought this might be something the other girls he knew might object to. Finally, I wanted him to know how firm and round my bottom was. Nothing else would show this as well.

"You won't hurt me very much will you?"

"It is going to sting and your cute bottom may get red but I won't bruise you. If it hurts too much let me know and I will quit and take you home."

"I definitely did not want to go home till I had to. Without a word I placed myself across his legs shaking slightly from the excitement. He was sitting in the middle of a large couch. As soon as I laid across his lap it became obvious he was as excited as me as I felt the hard lump of his erection. I squirmed around until I could feel that lump pressing against my pussy.

He did not start spanking right away.

"Since it has been so long since you have had a spanking a little massage may help to get your cute bottom ready."

He began to knead and pull on the cheeks of my butt. The leather skirt on my bare-ass felt as if he was making direct contact. When he pulled my cheeks toward my head my pussy lips would slide against his hard-on until I was so excited I was ready to beg him not to stop.

"Are you ready for your spanking now?"

"Oh yes. Please!"

I pushed my pussy into his hard-on and stretched my arms out in front of my head to let him know I would not try to protect my butt. This also pulled my tits out of the cut down bra and opened my blouse to let me feel my nipples rubbing on the rough material of the couch which added to all the sensations travelling through my body.