I am a Junior Teacher and a change in the rules meant I could no longer discipline the students and had to report misbehaviour to the Head, Mrs Fellows, so I was following the rules. Mrs Fellows asked Jody, “Did you swear?”
Jody said forcefully, “Yes Mrs Fellows although you need to know,” but she wasn’t allowed to finish.
Mrs Fellows held up her hand and Jody immediately stopped talking. Mrs Fellows said, “You are right, I don’t need to know anything. You swore, your teacher caught you, and now I will discipline you. Understood?”
That was swift justice I thought but then rules are rules.
Jody nodded and said quietly, “Yes Miss.”
Mrs Fellows said sternly to Jody, “Take your knickers off girl, put them on my desk, and then come over to me.”
Jody took deep breaths trying to keep herself calm as she stepped out of her knickers putting them on the Heads desk. She turned to find Mrs Fellows had already collected her wooden backed paddle hairbrush and was sitting on her visitor’s chair that she had turned in to the room, the chair she always used to for spanking in her Study. Jody went and stood by Mrs Fellows side and was blushing as she waited to be told to bend across the Heads lap.
Mrs Fellows was flattening her skirt and Jody caught my eye and gave me a look of resentment which at the time I thought was unfair as she had obviously sworn. However I forgot the look as Jody bent down across Mrs Fellows lap, a position I had been made to take myself on a number of occasions now. I knew what Jody was about to suffer, albeit she deserved what was coming to her as much as I deserved it each time.
I watched the 16 year old bend down, her skirt tucked well above her waist, her bare legs showing albeit with ankle socks and shoes still intact. Seconds later her bare bottom perched across Mrs Fellows lap staring up at the world, all defenceless looking so clear soft and no doubt easy to sit on but now waiting to be turned in to a burning red stinging painful bottom before she was going to be allowed up. Mrs Fellows placed her open palm on Jody’s bottom and rubbed in circles as she scolded the back of the 16 year olds head whilst Jody kept looking studiously at the floor just inches from her face.
Moments later Mrs Fellows raised her hand and brought it down hard on Jody’s right bottom cheek which cascaded around like a wave and after her hand was raised and brought down hard on the 16 year olds left bottom cheek suddenly both bare bottom cheeks were swirling around. The eddying continued as Mrs Fellows spanked each bottom cheek in turn, the colour of the girls soft skin being turned slowly but so surely in to a pretty red, then in to a burning red. After a while the colour of the tops of her legs were changing as well. Mrs Fellows looked supreme as she spanked away, constant, hard, her eyes unwavering as she did exactly what every student knew happened when they went across the Heads lap. The stinging across their bottom increases until their eyes fill with tears, sobs turn to cries, legs kick reacting to the ever increasing pain, they squirm and their heads buck, the tears that welled suddenly flood down their cheeks. Invariably they beg the head to stop which only leads to harder spanks. After a long hand spanking the hairbrush is taken up, the cries get louder, the pain more severe, the kicking and squirming and head bucking continues unabated just as the spanking continues unabated. The Head always gives a lesson that is never quickly forgotten, and the student knows sitting down will be a painful experience for several hours.
The harder Mrs Fellows spanked the redder Jody’s bottom became, but the more uncomfortable I felt. I was nowhere near as uncomfortable as Jody of course, but certainly feeling guilty. I looked at Mandy who was stifling a smile, albeit unsuccessfully, and I started to wonder if Mandy were to blame and that Jody had a proper defence and decided I would question Mandy afterwards to check if I had jumped to a terrible conclusion. That is what I often did when I was busy, or worse, when I was being lazy. What if I had got this wrong?
Jody’s cries were reaching the pitch where I knew she was being taken to her limit, just as Mrs Fellows always did, the kicking subsided although the head bucking was the last to end as submission took over and the student knew crying was the only option until the spanking ended. It was during this final stage Mrs Fellows looked her most dominant as she made sure the student learnt her lesson to the end by spanking even harder and on the most delicate parts, the sit spot and the tops of the legs.
I looked over at Mandy again who was obviously enjoying Jody’s discomfort. I knew the two girls didn’t like each other. Jody’s older sister is Helen, 18 years old and Deputy Head Prefect, a nice girl and who took her position of authority seriously. Mandy had been given a double prefects detention a week earlier and Helen took the detention and it was for her to spank Mandy. Anyone who got a double detention got a spanking by the prefect in charge in a prefects detention or the teacher in charge for a teachers detention. I had heard Helen had given Mandy a particularly hard spanking because she had been disruptive in the detention. Was this some kind of revenge I wondered, getting Helen’s younger sister spanked?
It was whilst I was watching Mrs Fellows spank Jody that I remembered I had heard that Mandy had been overheard threatening to get Helen spanked but the idea was poo poo’ed as prefects never got spanked. Seeing Mandy smile I wondered whether she had decided to get back at Helen by getting her younger sister spanked. I had a sudden feeling I had been too quick to decide Jody was at fault. Like Mrs Fellows I didn’t ask why Jody swore. I just decided in the heat of the moment that as she had sworn that was enough for me to take her to Mrs Fellows.
Of course Mrs Fellows had told us teachers she relied on us if we reported someone to her. She didn’t want to duplicate questioning whoever was brought to her as she didn’t have the time. It was up to the teacher. I had another bad feeling because I didn’t question her and wouldn’t even listen when Jody complained it wasn’t fair or her fault. I suppose on reflection I was too tired to check properly.
Finally a satisfied looking Mrs Fellows stopped spanking and whilst rubbing the now very red and very sore bottom across her lap she scolded again the back of the head of the now contrite student until eventually she said, “Right my girl, you can get up and put your knickers back on.”
Jody eased herself off Mrs Fellows lap but like all the students had some urgent rubbing to do before being told, “Get your knickers on or get back across my lap,” and then of course stepping in to the knickers was done with care so the elastic did not snap down on to the oh so sore bottom.
Once dressed Mrs Fellows said, “Right girls, you can leave.” Mrs Fellows smiled at me and I knew I was dismissed as well.
The three of us left the Study. Mandy immediately made her excuses, and with a sideways remark to Jody of, “Tell your sister you got spanked,” she went off and I was left with Jody walking to the bathroom.
We walked in silence to begin with me listening to Jody’s sobs until she said quietly, “That wasn’t fair Miss.”
I turned to her with my pang of guilt returning and asked, “Why not?” I saw she was rubbing her bottom which made me feel even worse.
“We had been joking about getting caught for swearing and Mandy said I was too scared to swear in the corridor. She must have seen you coming and just then called me a name and I just swore at her. Then you turned the corner.”
“So she set you up Jody?” I was incredulous.
“Yes.”
“I should tell the Head,” I blustered.
“You can’t Miss. Everyone will say I’m a snitch.”
“I see, so what will you do?”
Jody smiled. “I’m the first of my friends to be spanked by the Head, so I’ll call my friends, tell them, and they’ll be all sorry for me and they’ll buy me things.”
“Is that what happens?”
“Sure. Look Miss, getting spanked at this school is a fact of life. No one wants to be but there are loads of students who don’t get spanked and stay in awe of the Head. Me, well I’ve been spanked and sure it hurt, like crazy, but I’m not scared of it anymore.”
“So you don’t mind being spanked when you shouldn’t have been?” Well I knew I didn’t mind being spanked but thought that wasn’t normal so when Jody said she was Ok with it I still could not understand.
Jody replied, “Goes with the territory Miss and it won’t be the last time. I’ll get away with it as well sometimes so it will most likely even itself out.” Her eyes narrowed and she said, “Anyway we are all fair game Miss. Even the teachers I heard.”
I blushed and I know Jody noticed. I licked my lips and asked, “What’s that mean?”
Jody smirked. “I heard Junior Teachers can get spanked by Mrs Fellows. So have you been spanked Miss?”
I was now feeling uncomfortable for another reason. I knew I had been spanked by Mrs Fellows, several times, and even by Casey the Head Prefect, but that wasn’t supposed to become common knowledge. What should I do? I couldn’t lie, mustn’t lie, so I could not deny it, but equally I couldn’t tell her I had been spanked. I decided on, “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear Jody.”
I held my breath wondering what Jody would say, and in the event she seemed to let it go. “Fair enough Miss, anyway no hard feelings.”
I could see Jody was still rubbing her bottom but as she accepted her spanking I didn’t think any more of it. Jody went to the bathroom to tidy herself up and I went back to the staffroom to finish marking papers and to get ready for the final lesson of the day, a music lesson. I soon forgot about Jody.
That night I went to bed early and as soon as I switched the light off I lay on my back ready to masturbate, thinking how I prefer to masturbate on my back and in fact only masturbate on my tummy after a spanking when lying on my back is uncomfortable. It was then I thought about Jody and whether she was in bed and lying on her tummy. I raised my nightie up above my waist and soon had my fingers on my wet pussy lips picturing Mrs Fellows sitting on the chair but there was no Jody. Not at all. I was picturing me stepping out of my knickers all the time looking at Mrs Fellows waiting lap and the hairbrush in her hand with it rising and falling with a slap in to her open palm. I spent a very happy time in bed masturbating remembering some of my spankings across Mrs fellows lap as my fingers explored inside me. I gently massaged the inner lips of my pussy, then going deeper seeking out my clit, raising my tummy up to enhance the feeling of erotic pleasure as my finger pressed down and flicked my clit. I was gasping in near orgasm, my finger flicking my clit harder, my wet pussy quivering with delight and as I saw myself being spanked harder and harder by Mrs Fellows I came, once then again and a third time, exciting, sexy, mind blowing orgasms.
I lay still for a while my hand on my soaking pussy, rubbing gently, thinking again of Mrs Fellows. Minutes later I was gasping again as I came with surges of orgasm, my sex juice flowing over my fingers as my back arched as I cried out with ever increasing erotic fervour. I lay back, my breathing heavy, my sex satisfied, ready for sleep. I turned on my side, brought my legs up, left my hand between my thighs close to my pussy, and slept a deeply knowing I will wake refreshed and ready for another day.
The next day was a weekend and I was going shopping. I dressed as I liked for the weekend, short skirt, short sleeved tight top which I know got the blokes ogling, bare legs of course as it was warm out. I went to the Mall. To my horror almost the first person I saw was Jody wearing an even shorter skirt and tighter top, but she was 16 so still looked young and I knew my 28 year old body was far more likely to get the men staring.
Jody said happily, “Hullo Miss, looking for anything special.”
“I am actually, a nice black dress for a party.”
Jody said, “Try over there I have seen some great stuff.”
“Ok, thanks,” I said, happy that Jody really didn’t seem to hold any bad feelings.
I went in to the shop and immediately saw some really pretty clothes, and walking around found the party dresses. I picked out a couple of really nice black dresses and went to the changing room. I tried both dresses on and just could not decide which one to buy but after trying them both on three times I picked the best one, really clingy and showed my breasts off brilliantly. I went outside to pay and almost immediately bumped in to Helen, Jody’s older sister. I saw her badge that showed she worked at the shop.
“Hullo Miss,” Helen said respectfully. It was a school rule students had to address staff in the same way as when at school, so Miss for us younger teachers and Ma’am for the older ones.
“Hullo Helen, a Saturday job then?”
“Yes Miss, I’ve worked here for a couple of years actually and as the Manager is away today I’m even in charge.”
“Really, now that is very good, and only what 18 years old still?” I smiled at Helen and had to admit she looked rather attractive in her short sleeved shirt. I looked her up and down briefly and thought how short the skirt was but supposed it was a fashion shop and short skirts are quite the thing during the summer.
Helen explained enthusiastically how she had shown potential and an almost immediate skill in helping customers choose their clothes so didn’t spend very long dealing with the clothes rails and almost immediately went on to dealing with customers. We chatted for a while and Helen then started to guide me to the front of the shop. I was really engrossed in the conversation and didn’t look too closely where we were going and only realised afterwards that Helen distracted me until all of a sudden the alarms went off. I stopped, realising I was outside the shop and still had the black dresses. The tags had set off the alarm.
“Silly me,” I said to Helen, blushing.
“Oh dear,” Helen said, continuing, “You’ll need to come with me Miss. I have a form I need to fill in each time an alarm goes off.”
“Really?” I asked. “It was only for a second.”
Helen pleaded, “Please Miss, or I’ll get in to trouble.”
I conceded, “Oh well we can’t have that,” and we walked together to the back of the shop then up some stairs to the first floor and in to a room that was obviously the manager’s office. Helen closed the door then went behind her desk and got out a form.
“I just need a few details first then I can explain Miss.” I admired how persistent Helen was, quite the adult really, and so I gave her my full name and address. I watched her type everything on the screen including the details of the dresses. Helen printed off the form and gave it to me to sign. I asked if this was really necessary but she was again authoritative and said firmly it was necessary and as I succumb to authority rather easily, in fact enjoy doing so, I signed the form, looked at the 18 year old, and smiled.
Helen sat back in her chair and said, “We have two choices.” I noticed the ‘Miss’ had dropped away but before I could pull her up on it she continued, “Standard shop policy is to call the Police.” She looked at me hard.
“What did you say Helen?” I spluttered.
“The Police Laura. It is Laura isn’t it?” Helen smirked as she checked the form.
“Miss to you young lady,” I said in my best teachers voice.
Helen looked up but didn’t look fazed at all. “So Laura, shall I call the Police. We will of course carry through with the prosecution.”
I gulped and saw the 18 year old still staring back at me with such authority. “What’s the second choice then?” I asked quickly, “Out of interest of course.”
“I can deal with you. Here and now actually.”
I stammered, “Deal with me … erm … how?”
“The best way to deal with thieves, a good hard spanking.”
“What?” I shouted standing up. “How dare you Helen, I’m a teacher.”
Helen still wasn’t intimidated. She simply said, “Right, so it’s the Police then?”
She leant forward and picked up the phone and thinking she was serious I said quickly, “No don’t.”
Helen put the phone back down and said, “Please make your mind up Laura. I don’t have all day.”
I was thinking quickly but didn’t much like where my thoughts were going. Whatever happened I didn’t want Helen to call the Police. However, she is 18 years old and a student at the school I teach at. How can I let her spank me?
Helen watched me struggle with my thoughts and said, “Maybe it will help if I count to three. If you haven’t decided by then I’ll have to assume it’s the Police.”
I look horrified as she started to count. “One.”
I licked my lips unable to speak still not believing she was counting.
“Two.”
Oh my goodness I knew I needed to say something. Goodness girl speak up or it will be the police I silently shouted at myself. Just in time as I saw Helen mouth the final number I shouted, “OK, spank me.” I sat back horrified at what I had agreed to but knowing it was better than the alternative.
Helen smiled and said happily, “Very well, if that is your decision I think we should get the second form completed” Helen clicked a few buttons on her keyboard then printed out a second form giving it to me to read.
I read the form and saw it already had all my details on, no doubt picked up from the first form. I read the section on punishment. It clearly said ‘The Manager’ will decide on what punishment and the use of any implements only once the form is signed. I thought that unreasonable but then I supposed the Head only told a student what punishment they were going to get once the student had admitted to whatever they had done wrong, so maybe not so unfair. I would have to trust Helen I supposed. I signed the second form and handed it back to her now fearing the worst.
Helen said, “Right, now we have the correct paperwork let’s get on and discipline you. First please face the wall whilst I get everything in place.”
“Really?” I asked, “I’m not a student, why can’t I just sit here and wait for you?”
“Laura, you have just signed a paper that says I get to choose. The small print, which you may not have read, says if at any time I decide you have broken your agreement to be punished by me then I can still call the Police, even if I have already spanked you.”
Helen looked really cross as she explained this to me. No I hadn’t read the small print. I was so taken by her authoritarian stance I just accepted what she told me. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that but anyway I was much more wanting her to deal with me than the Police so I said a quiet and submissive, “Yes Helen,” stood up and went to face the wall.
Helen came up behind me and gently pressed the back of my head saying, “Nose on the wall please, that’s how you make the students stand I believe.”
That was right, I did, and felt it did them good. It was supposed to humiliate the student. I certainly felt humiliated.
Helen continued, “O f course when you took Jody to the Head you were too lazy to work out the truth weren’t you, just like me when you wandered out of the shop not meaning to steal. Still, Jody was put across the Head’s lap and given a hard spanking. Do you remember that Laura?”
I did. “Yes Helen, it was an awful mistake and I did apologise afterwards.”
Helen snapped, “That was too late Laura.”
I was again submissive. “Sorry Helen.”
“Yes well, “Helen scoffed, “At least you know how it feels.”
I felt so humiliated standing there with my nose pressed against the wall but I supposed as I was the one being punished and my chummy mummy made me face the wall at home often enough and just accepted it. Ieven thought I must use it as a punishment more often with the students. It was humiliating which was its very purpose.
“Well as I am going to spank you I may as well tuck your skirt in to your waistband and pull your knickers down”
I had no choice but to allow Helen to bare my bottom. It was even more humiliating.
I heard the door open and someone came in. The person who came in said, “Wow, isn’t that our teacher, Laura?”
“Yes it is.”
“Nice to see her facing the music.” There was a gap and then she continued, “Nice bottom. Can I smack her?”
That wasn’t what I wanted to have happen, and Helen said, “No, I get to spank her.” After a pause she added, “You can rub her bottom though if you want.”
There was a shriek of, “Yes please,” I heard steps and next thing a cool hand rubbing my bottom. I gasped more in humiliation than anything else as this was one of my students but I didn’t know which one. That meant I would be at school and not know which student had rubbed my bottom. That was going to be rather tricky I thought.
The hand stopped rubbing and I heard Helen say, “Right Laura, come over here please.” Polite but stern is how I put the tone of her voice. I turned to find Helen sitting on the chair I had sat on. I walked over to her. “Knickers off please,” she ordered.
I licked my lips again and only saw the blur of her hand which whipped sideways and slapped the back of my leg. The 18 year old delivered a hard smack to the side of my leg.
“Ow,” I screamed out but that was enough to get me to yank my knickers right down and step out of them.
“Get over my lap Laura,” Helen ordered, and I blushed as I bent down across the 18 year olds lap realising she had bare legs and as her short skirt rode right up when she sat down I was lying across her very bare lap. Her bare thighs felt really cool as my tummy lay across them although knew both her thighs and my bottom will be rather warmer very soon.
I held my breath when I felt her hand on my bottom and as she rubbed round and round I felt like I always did before a spanking. I enjoyed the submissive position with my face close to the floor and if I look back I could see her bare calf’s and that set my heart beating even faster. I knew the spanking was moments away and as soon as Helen lifted her hand I held my breath and a moment later the first spank thrashed down on me. For an 18 year old she landed one good firm spank and whilst I was thinking about that she gave me a very firm second spank followed by more firm spanks on my bare bottom and the tops of my legs. She spanked me for rather a long time in fact and I was soon gasping and squirming around on her lap still wondering how come me a 28 year old teacher was being spanked by a store manager who I knew was only 18 years old and in fact was a prefect at the school I teach at. I was getting uncomfortable with the stinging starting in my bottom and the tops of my legs and wondered how long she was going to spank me.
The spanking stopped and Helen reverted to rubbing my bottom in circles. Hopefully that meant it was over. That hope was quashed immediately when Helen said, “Well we have made a start but there is still a way to go yet Laura. I just need to get something.”
I looked back and started to try to get up thinking she needed to get up herself when she smacked my bottom hard and said, “You stay there Laura, don’t get up until I tell you to.”
She gave me several more spanks before picking up her phone and said, “Shona, can you please bring me a clothes brush, one of the wooden backed ones. I’m in my office.”
I asked in a panic, “Who’s Shona?”
“My assistant.”
Well that wasn’t so bad I thought until Shona opened the office door and entered saying, “Here’s the clothes brush Helen,” and after a gap said, “I heard you had a thief up here.” Then after another moment Shona said as though I was a friend, “Hullo Miss, I heard it was you.”
I looked up and knew my face was a very deep red as I blushed and saw the student from a very unusual angle. She was definitely smiling down at me and said smirking, “Helen you have turned her bottom a nice pretty shade but I guess this will do things a lot quicker,” as she handed Helen the clothes brush.
“Well it will certainly save my hand, though I don’t think Laura will find the same about her bottom.”
Both teenagers laughed.
Helen tapped the brush on my bottom a few times whilst saying, “Remind me to discuss again the spanking my sister got from Mrs Fellows will you Laura?”
I was about answer when the brush came down hard on my bottom with a thwack. I yelped and felt Helen grasp my waist as the spanks with the brush continued and even so looking sideways I saw Shona’s legs and felt humiliated and aroused at the same time. The brush certainly did sting even more than a hairbrush as wooden head was larger than the hairbrush used at the school and was far heavier so my bottom stung much quicker. I was soon crying out with tears running down my face.
I heard the door open the spanking stopped and I heard Helen say, “Yes Lizzie, it’s Miss from school. Yes you can watch if you want. Who’s left downstairs?”
“Two of the full time staff who said they were happy for us to come up here and watch.”
I was only half listening as my bottom stung so much and I was crying but maybe subconsciously I realised there was more than one person watching. I looked sideways and saw several pairs of legs and when I squirmed around so I could look up I saw four or five smiling faces.
“Hullo Miss,” I heard several girls say.
I lowered my head and cried out as much from the continuing pain as Helen started to spank me again with the clothes brush as from the humiliation I felt from knowing so many students were watching me being spanked. What surprised me though was that I felt a quiver in my pussy and knew I was aroused still, even with the teenagers watching me. I couldn’t help it as the adrenalin was making me more aroused than usual. Helen held me firmly and spanked me hard which added to my adrenalin rush.
Helen kept spanking me and the pain and stinging took over and forgetting the teenagers watching I subsided in to my usual crying screeching self because aroused or not the pain was intense and I couldn’t focus on anything else. The spanking went on for more than usual and I wondered just how bruised I will be by the end.
Helen did stop for a while and rubbed my bottom though I was crying too much to appreciate the gap. I half heard her say, “Yes Jody her bottom will be very warm.” It was a few seconds before I realised what that meant as I felt the hand rubbing my bottom dropping down between my thighs and saw a pair of legs very close to me and that it wasn’t Helen rubbing my bottom. One of the students was rubbing my bottom and my pussy and I was in too much pain to prevent myself groaning.
“Yes Helen, its warmer than I expected,” and I knew those words came from Jody and that it was the 16 year old rubbing my bottom.
“Can I spank her for a bit Helen?”
I was still crying and couldn’t speak but was thankful Helen said, “No Jody, I’m a prefect and have spanked quite a number of students at prefect detention. You’ll need to do that first so you know what to do.”
“Ok,” Jody said reluctantly.
On the one hand I wanted to thank Helen for not letting anyone else spank me but then realised, crikey, it was Jody and she had played with my pussy and almost made me cum. Could it be any more humiliating I thought.
Before I could say anything Helen said out loud, “Anyway, that’s enough chat, let’s get on with the spanking.”
I opened my mouth to object but no words came out. As the clothes brush thwacked down on my bottom I could only make yet another screeching noise, followed I was sure by many more screeching noises although once again I was focussing on the pain running right across my bottom and could not worry about what screeching noises of pain were coming out of my mouth. I don’t know how many times Helen spanked me with the clothes brush but reckon it was dozens.
The spanking stopped and I lay across Helen’s lap still crying, still knowing tears were running down my face and dribbling on to the floor as Helen rubbed my bottom, at least this time I hoped it was her. I looked sideways and my eyes were full of tears and my vision blurred but I didn’t see any teenage legs standing there. Maybe they had all gone back down to the shop. I hoped so as I comforted myself with the fact I knew my pussy was quivering the more my bottom was rubbed.
“Are you OK Miss?” It was Helen’s voice, suddenly respectful again.
I squirmed around although could not make out Helen’s face but said between sobs, “Yes thank you Helen.”
“Oh good as I thought I had gone too far. Right then Laura, up you get.”
The respectful tone had gone again. I was confused that she reverted to calling me by my first name but decided to worry about that later. Instead I edged myself off Helen’s lap and stood up. My hands shot to my bottom and I rubbed as fast as I could still sniffing and sobbing. I heard giggles behind me and shot around, my hands still rubbing my bottom, and saw five girls all laughing with their hands over their mouths. They were all students that I taught. I kept rubbing not caring my pussy was on show. I looked down and saw my knickers on the floor and realised I must have kicked them off as I squirmed around on Helen’s lap.
My mind was a whirl and Helen said with such confidence, “I hope that has taught you a good lesson Laura and I won’t catch you stealing again like that?”
I caught my breath as I turned to face the 18 year old luckily able to keep in check my quick temper realising I wasn’t yet out of her control and stammered still through sobs, “Yes Helen, of course, I’ll never do it again.”
There were more giggles and I could see Helen struggling not to laugh but I couldn’t say anything, not having replied so submissively and the fact I was still rubbing my bottom left me at a disadvantage so far as imposing any control myself over the students.
Helen announced, “OK everyone, back to work whilst Laura and I finish the paperwork.”
I was horrified as the teenagers left the room. “What do you mean paperwork Helen?”
Helen smirked as she said, “Calm down Laura, I just mean I need to tear up the forms as I have dealt with you internally.”
“Oh right,” I said calming down and watched as Helen tore up the forms I had signed and put them in the bin. I sighed with relief when I saw that.
I stood there calming down for a few moments still rubbing my bottom before Helen asked, “Well, did you mean it, you won’t try to take anything again Miss?”
“It was a mistake as well you know Helen.” I was calming down now.
Helen laughed. “Yes Miss, I do know,” then added in a serious tone, “Just as Jody getting spanked was a mistake.”
I kept rubbing my bottom as I eyed the teenager. “Was this a set up?”
Helen shot back with, “Didn’t you deserve it?”
We stared at each other and I had to admire the 18 year old, taking control, keeping control when it would have been really easy to allow her 16 year old sister to spank me, and now her flaring nostrils and blazing eyes were so exciting. I said submissively, “Yes, I guess so.”
“There you go Miss, revenge taken, everything is evens now. Agreed?”
I again accepted her point. “Yes Helen, no grudge held by me.”
“Miss?” Helen asked.”Can I have a thank you hug?”
I almost laughed but my bottom was too painful, so I held out my arms and clasped Helen close to me. I turned and whispered in to her ear, “Thank you Helen, you have taught me a valuable lesson. I won’t jump to conclusions on first sight but question everything.”
“I’m pleased Miss, I’m glad I could help.”
I knew my promise not to just make assumptions was a hard one to keep. It was certainly what I intended, wanted even, but so far in my 28 years I haven’t managed it and I doubted being spanked by an 18 year old student will change me. I can hope though.
We hugged for a while before pulling ourselves apart. I put my knickers back on, gently, straightened my skirt, looked in the mirror and straightened my hair, and was ready to leave albeit with a tear stained face but I intended going to the toilet first and really tidy myself up. I smiled at Helen who smiled back.
“Thank you again Helen.”
“No problem Miss, see you at school.”
I was actually quite happy when I left Helen’s office and walked straight passed the toilet door and lost in my thoughts went downstairs and out in to the shop. That was a mistake of course. I got halfway out of the shop when Jody and two of the other teenagers saw me they shouted out, “Bye Miss.”
I was shocked out of my daze and saw a number of customers looking at me just as another tear dribbled down my cheek. A woman in her thirties asked me, “Are you OK, you seem to be crying.”
Another woman said, “Look at the backs of her legs, that’s probably the reason.” I spun around to see a woman of about 60 smiling at me.
Another woman said, “Hey isn’t that the woman who set the bleeper off?” I spun around to see a woman about my age laughing. She added, “Hey, remind me not to try to steal from this shop everyone.”
I heard laughter and I blushed reckoning my face will be redder than the backs of my legs. That will teach me to wear short skirts I thought to myself. Facing total humiliation I looked towards the back of the shop and saw Helen and Jody looking at me with broad grins on their faces. I saw nothing for it but to turn and walk out of the shop and keep going hearing the giggles and continuing jibes from the customers. I didn’t want to know if anyone asked who spanked me because that would only have left me feeling even more humiliated.
Ten minutes later I was in the sanctuary of my bedroom. I sat albeit ever so gingerly on my bed put my head in my hands and just cried thinking about all the comments that had been made in the shop. I calmed down though and knew I had deserved the spanking and Helen was probably the right person to give it to me. Only 18 years old but she was the stand in Manager so in charge, and acted in such a responsible way. It was a set up, but still, she dealt with me with such authority I started to smile at the humiliation I felt at the time. I even started to think about the customers and giggled as I reckoned some of them would have been turned on by watching the spanking and maybe even now some of the more adventurous ones were being spanked themselves and others were spanking them. Whichever way everyone will be enjoying what they were doing. Maybe anyway.
I put my fingers between my legs as I pictured Helen again, young but dominant Helen, 18 years old, a prefect, spanking me a 28 year old teacher at the same school. I edged back on to the bed, still very slowly as my bottom was stinging every time I moved and eased my knickers off and slipped out of my skirt. I found the stinging in my bottom was too much to bear so I turned on to my tummy leaving my fingers massaging my wet pussy thinking racy thoughts which involved me across Helen’s lap being spanked hard whilst lots of teenage legs were standing close-by. I heard again the humiliating comments the teenagers were making about me their teacher as I cried and cried as I submitted to the clothes brush. Maybe I should buy one I was thinking as I got closer to orgasm and I gasped and groaned as I flicked my clit and knew my sex juice was soaking my fingers.
I let out a long gasp as I came, keeping my fingers inside me to make sure I would come again and only half heard Beccy ask, “Enjoying yourself?”
I spun around and saw my chummy mummy standing over me, glaring at me with her beautiful green eyes. I stayed on my tummy thinking maybe she won’t realise my hand is still inside my pussy.
“What happened to you young lady?” Beccy was looking at my very red bottom. She asked again in a sharper tone, “Explain young lady and be quick about it.”
I had enough wits about me to tell Beccy that I accidently walked out of a shop with unpaid goods and I was given a choice of the Police or the Manager spanking me. I left out Helen and the fact she is 18 years old and had a whole lot of teenagers watching me being spanked.
Beccy said, “Well well, that isn’t good is it?”
“No Beccy,” I admitted.
Beccy added, “So Laura, what do I do when you have been naughty and have been spanked by someone else.”
I knew very well what she meant, as soon as she caught me masturbating. I blushed which Beccy took as my answer as she went to my cupboard, opened the door and took the hairbrush that was on the hook inside, sat on my chair and said, ““Come on, over here young lady.”
I grimaced as I stood up and walked to my chummy mummy and stood in front of her I was naked, below the waist, and of course whenever in the company of a dominant woman I am submissive. I could feel my erect nipples and knew I was turned on by Beccy as I stood in front of her and loved the fact she looked me up and down. Whilst I knew she didn’t look at me in a sexual way but very much a maternal chummy mummy way it still aroused me as I had to suffer her scolding before her spanking.
Beccy looked at my pussy which I knew was wet with my sex juice. She thought a moment and said sternly, “I will spank you in a few minutes because you have earned a spanking from someone else. However, tomorrow before dinner you will get another spanking for masturbating. Understood Laura?”
“Yes Beccy,” I accepted meekly.
“Now stand on your naughty spot.”
“Your joking aren’t you?” As soon as I said that I knew I shouldn’t have.
“Joking?” Beccy snapped as she stood up, spun me around by the arm and in one movement the first spank hit my bare bottom followed by spank after spank as I bent my legs trying and of course failing to Miss Beccy’s very hard spanks.
“Am I joking Laura?” Beccy snapped.
“No,” I sobbed as the spanks made my bottom sting all the more as it was already on fire from Helen’s spanking.
Beccy snapped, “Now do as you are told young lady.”
I went over and placed my nose against the wall. I put my hands on my head and stood still in case with a clear view of my bare bottom Beccy decided I needed some more spanks straight away. She didn’t and I heard her sit on the chair and she must have been watching me. So I stood on my naughty spot for thinking time as Beccy put it. I did think. So I was set up for one spanking today by an 18 year old which has now earned me another spanking from my chummy mummy, one I might have avoided if I had put on a longer skirt as soon as I got home so Beccy couldn’t see my red bottom and legs. Worse, I was caught masturbating so have earned another spanking. Getting beyond my mistakes I still had a spanking to get through and the thought of it got me aroused and my quivering wet pussy felt so good as I waited looking at the blank wall knowing Beccy was in the room looking at me making sure I don’t move from my naught spot.
Eventually Beccy ordered, “Come over here and bend over my lap Laura.” I turned and saw the hairbrush in her hand as I walked across the room to her and bent straight across her lap. As my face almost reached the floor I felt Beccy’s hand on my bottom and breathed in deeply. I felt secure as I lay across her lap knowing this was a well-deserved spanking although one I could have avoided if I hadn’t masturbated and instead kept my knickers on and changed in to a longer skirt before Beccy came home.
I was going to pay for that mistake with another long hard spanking. I looked at the floor and felt sorry for myself but as Beccy rubbed my bottom my thoughts turned to afterwards and an even better orgasm, or several orgasms, which I always achieved when masturbating after one of Beccy’s special spankings.
Beccy said to the back of my head, “Well, Laura, I must say this Manager certainly gave you a good spanking. Still, I have had such a stressful day and you know spanking you helps my stress levels so this is going to be a good long hard spanking. Good for me and long and hard for you.”
I could feel the smile in Beccy’s voice and that she fully intended to use this spanking to ease her tension, and that was bad news for me I certainly knew. Still, that was my bad luck.
Beccy tapped my bottom a few times and said, “OK Laura, stick your bottom up and don’t tense.”
I knew this ritual; Beccy wanted me to stick my bottom in the air as an act of submission and by not tensing the first spank was a particularly stingy one. Anyway I obliged, of course, and Beccy continued to pat my bottom until she decided to start properly and that first hard spank thrashed down on my bottom and I gasped.
Beccy proceeded to spank me again and again. I thought briefly again about the orgasms to come but knew there was going to be a very long very painful spanking I needed to suffer first. But then, wow I couldn’t wait for then, as I collapsed once again in to tear filled cries and open mouthed shrieks constant squirming on Beccy’s lap and kicking my legs. The spanking and all the stinging pain that goes with it had to come first of course. As I lay across Beccy’s lap in willing submission I knew I needed this spanking to be every bit as hard as Helen’s and then harder and I knew Beccy won’t do anything less than that.
