Nikki Dobson opened the door and welcomed her expected visitor. “Hullo, Emma,” she said with a smile.
“Hi, Nikki,” Emma replied also smiling.
“Has your Mum just gone?” Nikki asked.
“Yes, she left straight after dinner,” Emma replied.
Emma was eighteen-years-old and lived next door to Nikki with her Mum. Emma had long flowing dark brown hair with a fringe, and wore a long white shirt that went just below her bottom and which hid her very short shorts, had bare legs, and she was carrying her overnight bag.
Nikki was thirty-one, divorced, and had no children. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and was wearing a low-cut pink sleeveless ruffle dress showing off her low cleavage and with a hem halfway down her thigh.
“Are you ready for the sleepover?” Nikki asked happily.
“I sure am, Nikki,” Emma replied as she dropped the bag on the floor.
Emma slept over at Nikki’s on a regular basis as her mum was a waitress and often had to work late or, like today, even stayed away overnight if she was at a catering do out of town.
“Everything ready?” Emma asked, looking forward to the planned events.
Nikki blushed and looked coy as she replied, “Yes, Emma, just as you asked.”
Emma smiled knowing just what Nikki meant.
Nikki was a teacher at a local sixth-form college known for its strict discipline and she had a leading role in discipline as she was the first choice to take girls to the punishment room and either spank or cane them. She carried out the task professionally given that it was a primary part of her teaching job.
Emma pressed Nikki, asking, “So, you brought home a cane from college?”
Nikki blushed again as she replied, “I have, Emma.”
Emma smiled as she replied, “Good, so shall we get on with it?”
“I think we should, Emma,” Nikki agreed, still blushing.
Nikki led the way upstairs to her bedroom where her dressing table chair was turned into the room, and lying on her bed was a cane.
Emma noted the chair was in position and nodded when she saw the cane. “Good,” she said happily.
Nikki said chattily, “I caned three girls today, giving three, four, and a sixer. All three were crying afterwards.”
“Did they deserve the cane?” Emma asked.
“Oh yes,” Nikki said firmly. “One answered a teacher back rudely and she got three. The next failed to do her homework for the third time and she got four. The third got double detention and I gave her six before detention started.” Nikki giggled and added, “I doubt she sat still during detention.”
Emma smiled. “So let me think what the tariff should be now?”
Nikki licked her lips and waited to hear what Emma decided, although knew pretty much what to expect.
Emma looked sternly at Nikki and said, “I think a spanking first followed by the cane.”
“OK, Miss,” Nikki accepted. That was how the teacher addressed Emma whenever under her discipline, and Emma spanking Nikki had become a very regular occurrence.
Nikki and Emma caught each-others eye, and both were thinking how this relationship had started.
Nikki had been Emma’s teacher last year and there had been a spark between them and Emma quickly developed a teacher crush on Nikki, helped by the fact they lived next door to each other. At the same time, Nikki discovered she loved Emma’s haughty, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice, and whilst the alpha female teacher at college she discovered her own ultra-submissive feelings when alone at home.
There was never any naughtiness between them at college, but their relationship blossomed after Emma had moved to the local University and that was when Emma also started to have sleepovers at Nikki’s.
Emma reacted well to Nikki’s submissiveness and loved to tell her what to do, and Nikki loved to obey Emma, and it quickly happened that when she didn’t do as she was told then Emma would put Nikki across her lap and give her a spanking, as foreplay before they made love. The spankings quickly got harder and harder but it turned them both on and made the lovemaking even more special.
When together the conversation always veered towards Nikki’s disciplinary responsibilities. Emma remembered so many of the girls Nikki spanked and caned, and it was during one of those discussions that Nikki and Emma were sitting on the sofa giggling away as Nikki described how she had caned one of the girls Emma knew to be a bully.
Nikki said, “She deserved it and I felt so good giving her the cane.”
Emma looked into Nikki’s eyes and said with feeling, “I wish I could cane the so and so,”
Nikki had other thoughts and couldn’t stop herself saying, “I wish you would cane me.”
The moment was explosive and Emma froze just as Nikki did.
Emma spoke first. “I thought you just wanted to be spanked?”
Nikki swallowed hard before saying, “I did, but now I have, and it gets me so aroused I want to feel the pain that I dish out often enough with the cane to see how I react. Would I cry or beg? I just don’t know. Anyway, I have wondered about it for a while and when I do I get quivers flying across my pussy.”
Emma replied seriously, “Then get me a cane, Nikki, and I’ll cane you for sure.”
Nikki blushed. “Emma, I‘d like it be like when you next spank me. You always decide when I need a spanking and how long you spank me for, and I love the way you are in charge of me, so can we deal with you caning me the same way and you decide the number of strokes.”
Emma leaned in and kissed Nikki on the lips, and then said “That works for me, Nikki.”
So now, with the chair turned into the room, Emma sat down and her shirt rode up and displayed her bare thighs.
Nikki stood to one side looking down at Emma’s thighs knowing that soon her own bare tummy would be across them.
Emma berated Nikki with, “You got a speeding ticket and that shows a particular lack of responsibility and so I need to discipline you. So, dress off, Nikki, as I am so cross with you.”
Nikki knew that quite often Emma spanked her for made-up reasons, which was happening today, but she loved the way that Emma sounded like she really was cross with her.
“Yes Miss,” Nikki replied getting into her naughty girl persona, which was one she had grown to love the more times Emma put her across her lap and spanked her, and whilst Emma might only be eighteen-years-old she was so capable of reducing her, Nikki the alpha female teacher, to a blubbering naughty girl.
Nikki lifted the dress up over her head and folded it before placing it on the dressing table which was just as she insisted the girls at school remove their knickers and place them tidily on a chair. Just throwing them meant an extra stroke, but the girls knew that and always obeyed her wishes, particularly when moments away from being caned.
Nikki stood in her bra and knickers and Emma instructed, “Get them off, Nikki.”
Nikki unclipped her bra and slipped it down her arms, laying it neatly on the dressing table with the dress. She then pushed her knickers down and stepped out of them, also placing them neatly on the dressing table before again facing Emma, looking contrite and worried about the pain she was about to suffer.
“Hands on your head, girl,” Emma ordered.
“Yes, Miss,” Nikki replied and obediently put her hands on her head and looked down at the seated Emma.
Emma gave a superior smile much like a teacher often did when controlling a naughty student.
Nikki saw the look and felt good. Really good in fact. Emma having control over her was such a turn-on and whilst it seemed strange that she loved being disciplined by an eighteen-year-old, it wasn’t just that though. She found Emma naturally dominant with a sharpness to her voice that insisted she was obeyed so had an arrogance about her that was so sexy and made her so attractive. She wasn’t rude or unbearable but was the epitome of someone who should be in charge of whoever she dealt with, particularly this very naughty thirty-one-year-old teacher.
Emma looked first at Nikki’s face which was the perfect example of being obedient, and then moved her eyes downwards and rested them on Nikki’s breasts which were full even as they were stretched because her hands were on her head with nipples that were already taut which was a sure sign of arousal. Her eyes moved further down passed her flat tummy and down to her Sicilian cut pussy hair mound, and finally, she studied Nikki’s legs which were firm and slim. Truly a fabulously looking woman, Emma acknowledged to herself yet again.
Emma looked back at Nikki’s face as she stood to her right and pointed her finger downwards to her lap. “Get across, young lady,” Emma ordered.
“Yes, Miss,” Nikki agreed as she eased herself down and rested her tummy across Emma’s bare thighs. Nikki loved the position of submission as she adored looking under the chair and seeing her legs on the far side telling her that her bottom was perched unprotected on Emma’s lap and relished having a close-up view of Emma’s legs inches from her face in her upside-down position. In fact, she loved everything about being submissive and obedient as she was upended across Emma’s lap with the sure knowledge that her bottom would soon be spanked and sting crazily knowing that those stings would reverberate around her pussy as well as deep into her bottom cheeks.
The first spank landed squarely on the centre of Nikki’s left bottom cheek and that was soon followed by the same spank on her other bottom cheek, and Emma was smiling as she landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks. She always loved the way Nikki’s bottom turned darker and darker shades of red followed soon enough by the tops of her legs as she spanked them both knowing the stinging was even more intense than when spanking Nikki’s bottom cheeks.
Nikki gasped as the spanks landed. Yes, they hurt but it was a spanking and was intended to hurt, and Nikki knew that once the spanking was over, she had such a long time to relish the stinging with Emma comforting her. Nikki’s eyes filled with tears that inevitably rolled down her face and she cried just like she made the girls at college cry when she spanked them, but felt so alive although doubted that any of the college girls felt as aroused as she did after a spanking. She could be wrong about that, though, she reckoned judging from the way some of the girls seemed to be forever being sent to her to be disciplined.
Emma was happily landing spanks wherever she fancied although deliberately landed a dozen or more on exactly the same spot knowing those repetitious spanks stung the most and kept on spanking until satisfied that the bottom cheeks and legs she was spanking were turned a deliciously glowing red.
Emma looked across at the cane and knew that her fun wouldn’t end with the spanking, and she had been looking forward to using the cane for several days. She didn’t have a cane at home but when her mum was out, she took a bamboo stick used to prop up a plant in the garden and practiced on a cushion to get the strength as close as she could to what she thought would push Nikki to her limit.
“Get up and bend over for the cane, Nikki,” Emma commanded.
Nikki didn’t even try to fight back the tears as she loved to cry with the stinging pain flying across her bottom cheeks and legs. She was aware, though, of getting up, turning, and bending over to grab the seat of the chair. She edged herself backwards and placed her legs apart knowing her pussy lips were stretched as well as her bottom cheeks and lowered her tummy knowing her bottom would stick out and so inviting Emma to cane her. She suddenly felt the arousal of being even more submissive as she looked at the seat of the chair and then at Emma’s legs positioning themselves behind her. This was so wonderful, she told herself, thinking how this was the sight seen by all the college girls she caned, but again doubted they, or most of them at least, felt as aroused as she felt just then at the prospect of even more pain than from the spanking.
Emma watched Nikki get herself ready. She had never been caned herself, nor spanked for that matter, but friends of hers had been and they had told her what it was like to be bent over knowing the caning was about to start. She expected Nikki to have those feelings as she positioned herself and tapped the cane twice on Nikki’s bottom, and enjoyed watching her tense her bottom cheeks as a clear show of concern at the pain she was about to suffer.
“Six strokes,” Emma said with finality.
Nikki was aware it was Emma’s sole decision on how many strokes she would get, so, ‘Six of the best,’ was good, she thought.
Nikki swallowed and licked her lips as she felt the light warning taps. She never did that to the college girls but just went straight into fully-fledged cane strokes, but she wondered if she would in the future as it certainly heightened the anticipation and maybe that would make the experience even more horrid, and educational, for the college girls.
The first stroke whisked through the air and landed across both bottom cheeks and Emma looked in wonderment at the result. She was happy with the strength of the stroke and knew that her practicing with the bamboo cane and cushion had made sure of that. The difference, though. between a cushion and Nikki’s bottom was a world apart because instead of a cushion with a dent in it, Emma was looking at a white line that turned red and became a raised wheal. She wanted to run her fingers along it but knew that had to wait, but would have plenty of time for that, the whole night time in fact. So, instead, she pulled the cane back and brought it down a second time and was in awe as the second line turned from white to red to a wheal.
Nikki gasped with the first stroke. She had given herself the cane a few days ago in the privacy of the punishment room at school, but, as hard as she thought she was caning herself it was nothing compared to the pain that that first properly given stroke produced as the pain shot across her bottom, and rebounded, only to rebound once again and cascade around her bottom. It hurt so much but she managed to keep a hold of the seat of the chair, although she did struggle to do so.
Nikki breathed deeply as the pain subsided but, just as it waned, she looked at the floor behind her and saw Emma’s calf muscles tense and that told her the second stroke was on the way. Did the college girls look at her legs, she wondered, at least until the second stroke landed when Nikki threw her head back and knew she cried out. She couldn’t prevent herself yelping yet she knew that so many of the college girls didn’t react like she did and wondered if Emma was caning harder than she did, or maybe it meant she wasn’t caning the college girls hard enough, or perhaps, she wasn’t coping as well as the college girls?
Nikki’s thoughts were diverted again by the third stroke which created an even more intense pain which she was now a bit easier to cope with. It hurt for sure, but she knew she wanted to be caned, and as she was looking for the excitement of the pain so the greater the pain the greater the exhilaration.
The fourth stroke landed and again Nikki cried out which was just what she had hoped for. It was a swirling stirring pain that persisted and that didn’t subside between cane strokes so the fifth stroke added to her pain in a way that sent shudders through her pussy, and she felt like she was edging towards an orgasm. How could that be, she asked herself, as the cane was supposed to hurt and not be erotic, but then getting spanked had aroused her so should she be so surprised the cane was even more arousing? Would the sixth stroke send her over the edge she now wondered, as she felt she was on the erotic edge of an orgasm?
In the event Emma wanted to try something. She knew the sit spot was soft and it stung more when she spanked Nikki there so she landed the last stroke right across the sit spot where her bottom cheeks met her thighs and the result was the loudest cry so far from Nikki. Emma was concerned when she heard the yelp, but, as Nikki stayed bent over grasping the chair, she reckoned that whilst it had clearly hurt more, it was not so bad.
Nikki felt the sixth stroke and the pain was much worse than any of the others, and far more intense. However, whilst it stopped her orgasm, she still felt jubilant by the caning as it had been just as she had imagined it. Well, it hurt more than she had expected, and she wasn’t expecting to edge so close to an orgasm, but now she reckoned the glorious stinging sensation would last longer. So, as she clasped hold of the chair to keep herself bent over, she wriggled her bottom to try to dissipate the pain but knew that wouldn’t work although it bought her a few vital seconds to recover.
Emma looked at the six wheels and felt her own pussy quiver and not more intensely compared to when she masturbated. She was amazed at the feelings she had and wanted to finger herself but knew Nikki would do it better.
“Get up,” Emma said surprisingly breathlessly.
Nikki got up stiffly and could not stop her hands rushing to her bottom and rubbing furiously. She turned to Emma and said, smiling and sobbing at the same time, “If one of the girls at school rubbed before I said she could then she would have to bend over for another stroke.”
Emma smiled back and said wickedly, “Then bend back over, young missy. You have earned yourself another stroke and just be thankful I don’t make it two strokes as you didn’t address me as, Miss.”
The smile was wiped right off Nikki’s face as the excitement of getting through the caning was changed into the realisation that she was going to get another cane stroke, and grimaced as she turned and bent over again sticking out her bottom like before. She didn’t hold a grudge against Emma, and far from it in fact, as she knew she deserved the extra stroke and Emma was right to give it to her. She loved Emma being strict with her and the more she thought about it the more she really loved it, and now wanted the extra stroke to teach her a lesson.
The seventh stroke was whipped down across Nikki’s bottom cheeks and resulted in another loud cry, and it was one that Emma particularly enjoyed hearing. “Get up and don’t rub, and put your hands on your head, girl, as that will keep them out of the way,” Emma then ordered.
Nikki raised her hands and intertwined her fingers on top of her head and was crying again and feeling so contrite as well as respectful of Emma who was so in charge.
Emma walked up to Nikki and stood in front of her staring into her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed her on the lips feeling the kiss returned. With their eyes an inch from each other Emma ran a finger up from Nikki’s wet pussy lips along her tummy up to her breasts and squeezed one of Nikki’s taut nipples.
Nikki gasped as she felt the pain, closing her eyes.
Emma kissed Nikki again, this time edging her tongue inside Nikki’s mouth, letting the kiss simmer for a few seconds before Emma pulled away. Still staring at Nikki with a smile she undid the buttons of her shirt and let it fall down her arms onto the floor, knowing it was well established that Emma didn’t have to be as neat as Nikki knowing that at college the girls being disciplined had to be far neater than the teachers. So, when Emma then unbuttoned her shorts and in one movement pushed them and her knickers down to the floor stepping out them, they too stayed on the floor.
Emma then put her hands on Nikki’s shoulders and edged her backwards onto the bed.
Nikki quickly worked her way up the bed and watched Emma follow her and, as Emma spun around onto her back, Nikki flopped over so she was on top and felt Emma’s hands cover her stinging bottom as Emma kissed her again.
They kissed and caressed and then Nikki kissed and sucked on Emma’s nipples which were now as erect as her own whilst Emma ran her fingers under Nikki and along her pussy lips, edging her fingers inside. Nikki was gasping as Emma flicked her clit, and she quickly found Emma’s pussy and edged her fingers inside. Both were then flicking the others clit and both quickly reached an orgasm with their gasps of joy filling the room as both left their fingers inside the other and soon after they both had a second more intense orgasm.
Nikki collapsed on top of Emma and they hugged and kissed each-others neck as they breathed happily as they kept caressing the other’s body both feeling so satisfied by the other’s caressing.
Suddenly a phone rang. It was Emma’s mobile and she reached across and picked up the phone and saw it was her mum. “Hi Mum,” she said into the phone.
“Hi sweetie,” her Mum said. “Everything OK?”
Emma replied, “Sure, Mum. We’re just chatting.”
Emma’s mum queried, “Done your homework?”
“Sure thing, Mum,” Emma lied knowing she would do it in the morning before Uni.
Emma’s mum believed her and said, “OK then. Anyways, I’m just calling to say I have arrived but it will be a late-night and a busy day tomorrow so I won’t be back until late tomorrow night. Can you ask Nikki if you can stay tomorrow night as well?”
Emma made a point of speaking loudly, explaining what her mum had said, and then she said into the phone, “Nikki is cool with that, Mum.”
Emma’s mum sounded relieved and replied, “Say thank you, sweetie. Anyway, I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”
Emma clicked off the phone and smiled at Nikki.
Nikki said, “I sort of feel bad she doesn’t know about us.”
Emma smiled and said, “What, that I spank and cane you and make mad passionate love to you? Which bit should she know?”
Nikki smiled, “You are right, of course.” Nikki then cuddled up to Emma and with their lips close to each other Nikki whispered, “Just as you always are, Miss.”
Emma smiled and said with a mockingly stern voice, “Then come here and continue where we left off or else I’ll have to put you back across my knee.”
Nikki replied eagerly, “Whatever you say, Miss, absolutely whatever you say, and every time.”
