Ruth
The pair of them were giggling like schoolgirls when they came through the front door.
“What have you two been up to?” I asked with a smile.
“Oh, nothing,” my daughter, Kate, said with a snigger.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” I replied, arching my eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me, or will I have to beat it out of you?” I said, keeping my tone light-hearted to indicate that I was joking.
Interestingly, Judy blushed deep red at my comment and began to stutter a reply.
“Um, w – well, the other day we ran into Mrs G – Griffiths — you know, the Headmistress at the school…” started Judy.
“…and we ended up talking about how we got together – you know, when you first met Judy and spanked her,” continued Kate.
Yes, I remembered that day very well.
“…and Judy ended up admitting she’d lied that day she got caned and, well, Mrs Griffiths said she ought to have been punished for lying…”
Kate’s words died away as she exchanged looks with Judy, who was, if anything, blushing an even deeper shade of crimson.
“…and so that’s where we’ve been,” she finished lamely.
“What – Judy’s been punished by Mrs Griffiths?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, exactly! It was quite something. Judy got a really hard bare-bottom caning over Mrs Griffiths’ desk.”
I knew very well that Judy had a fascination with corporal punishment, however, this sounded incredibly unusual.
“But you’ve left school, Judy. She can’t do that to you now!”
“I know,” said Kate. “But, well, I kind of volunteered Judy for it, so it was all consensual – show mum what you got, Judy.”
Bashfully, Judy turned and raised her skirt. With shock, I could see the raised weals either side of her panties. Judy shyly pushed her panties down and I could see she’d been given a real thrashing.
I swallowed. Until very recently, I had been the disciplinarian in the family and both of these girls had been over my lap on more than one occasion. But now, I acknowledged, things were different…
The sight of the raised stripes on Judy’s bottom had the butterflies going in my stomach.
I wondered what it had felt like. Tentatively, I reached out a hand and gently stroked the swollen ridges on Judy’s raw and well-punished bottom.
My daughter, seeing the look on my face, gave me a mischievous grin. “Maybe it should be your turn next, mum. Maybe…” she paused. “…maybe you should pay a visit to Mrs Griffiths…?”
Kate gave my bottom a cheeky slap as Judy tugged her panties back into place and they continued past me, heading for their bedroom.
“Hey!” I protested feebly.
But she knew I wasn’t angry with her. Instead, the image of Judy’s bottom remained firmly stuck in my mind and I felt a sudden rush of juices to my pussy as I imagined my own nether regions in her place. My face coloured up at the thought.
Admit it, Ruth. You want your deserving buttocks to look like Judy’s. And your daughter knows it.
As I thought about my daughter and Judy, I realised how much things had changed in the last few months. The girls had matured even more now that they were at college, and through a series of unlikely events, I was no longer the disciplinarian in the family; I’d given that responsibility – perhaps rather rashly – to my daughter several months ago – the last time they were home in fact.
I remembered that occasion even more vividly than when I’d first met Judy. Kate had given me a very thorough – and thoroughly deserved – spanking. And I’d lost count of the times I’d masturbated to that incident since. Masturbated to thoughts of being soundly thrashed on my bare bottom by my own daughter.
I felt shame after every orgasm. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I shouldn’t have thoughts like that – especially when they involved my own daughter!
I’d tried spanking myself with my hairbrush, but it just wasn’t the same – especially after I’d experienced the real thing. I wanted – needed – someone to do it for me. And it couldn’t be my own daughter – not with the sexual feelings I was attaching to the act.
In my covert little fantasies, the person spanking me wasn’t always my daughter. She was often faceless – though it was always a woman. Which was strange because I’d never been with a woman before – never even thought of it until I’d seen Kate and Judy together – seen how much they doted on each other and how natural their love seemed.
And that wasn’t all you’d seen, was it? nagged the little voice inside my head. Your inquisitive eyes had seen more than they’d been meant to, hadn’t they – which was why it was a woman spanking you, and why, in the aftermath, it was a woman who was doing those things to you…
So, now I had something new to consider; Kate’s throwaway remark had me thinking of all sorts of different possibilities. I knew Mrs Griffiths. Not well, but we tended to cross each other’s paths several times a year – either at school events or at the occasional social happening; we had once both frequented the same Bridge club.
She was, to be honest, a quite stereotypical headmistress. About 5” 9’, she was quite big-boned, with her hair usually up in the severe bun that seemed to be required by school mistresses everywhere. She was always smartly dressed in a dark business suit with a matching jacket and skirt.
She was also undoubtedly attractive, though I had never thought of her in that way before. Now I found myself reassessing. Mature in her years – older than I was by, what – probably ten or fifteen years? I didn’t really know for sure, other than she was from a slightly different generation with slightly different ideas of what was right and wrong. I very much admired her.
I also knew she was very strict with the pupils at her school. Now I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be caned by her. Caned just like Judy had been…
God, these thoughts were making me horny…
ooOoo
That night I dreamed. I dreamed I was bent naked over the desk in Mrs Griffiths’ office – I’d seen that big desk more than once and knew what happened there to the girls who had been caught misbehaving.
I’d misbehaved – I knew I had. I thought of what I had done and how I’d betrayed a trust. And in my dream, that was why I was there, bent over that desk being punished; punished like a naughty schoolgirl…
I woke up sweating, my damp thighs clamped together, shaking. The images were still vivid in my mind. My hand snuck between my legs; I was incredibly wet and slippery, and my fingers slid easily into my waiting snatch. My thumb found my desperate clit and it took only a few seconds of thrusting and circling before the heat built to a bucking climax that left me breathless and drained.
ooOoo
Later that week, I dropped the girls at the railway station so they could return to their college.
When I returned home, I found a piece of paper on the kitchen table weighted down by the salt cellar. On it was a phone number next to a name: Mrs Griffiths. In my daughter’s neat handwriting underneath were the words ‘just in case…’
Had Kate gleaned so much about me during that one occasion she had me over her lap? Had she realised how much being given a good hiding had turned me on? Or did she know what I had done and realised I sought a way to atone for my sin?
I wondered if Kate realised I already knew Mrs Griffiths? Looking at the name and the number on the piece of paper, I found I had goosebumps.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
I took a deep breath and picked up the phone.
ooOoo
“Now,” said Lavinia Griffiths, placing her coffee carefully on the table. “It’s been a while since we’ve had the chance to catch up, Ruth. I appreciated the call, but what is it I can do for you? You sounded most enigmatic on the phone.”
I played with my cake fork. We were at one end of the café where we had been making small talk for the last few minutes. It was a busy Saturday morning, with lots of ambient noise and gentle music playing in the background. We were unlikely to be heard unless we got too loud. Even so, I didn’t really know how to start the conversation I’d invited Mrs Griffiths here for.
“I — I heard you bumped into my daughter and her girlfriend Judy recently?”
Lavinia looked up quickly, her eyes scanning mine, no doubt wondering what I knew, and where I was going with this.
“Yes, we did – in this very café, in fact. They’ve turned into a couple of super girls, Ruth. Kate’s really matured well.” She hesitated. “They seem to be good for each other.”
I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee. “They are. Ever since they’ve been going out, Kate’s been a changed person. And Judy’s had a lot to do with that, I think.”
Lavinia was quiet for a moment, absorbing my words.
“So, you haven’t had to discipline Kate for a while then?” she asked.
I could feel myself blushing slightly. Mrs Griffiths knew I was a strict mother and had punished Kate in the past when she deserved it. We’d actually discussed discipline when we’d last met, and I knew the headmistress approved of my approach.
How things change…
“No. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh?”
“I — I understand that you caned Judy?”
Mrs Griffiths stilled. “Ah — you know about that.”
“Yes. The girls told me all about it when they got home.” I eyed Mrs Griffiths carefully. “They were quite giggly if truth be told. I got the sense that they’d set the whole thing up.”
Mrs Griffiths cleared her throat. “Well, yes and no. I mean, we met in here by chance and had a bit of a catch-up – a bit like we’re doing now – and it turned out that Judy had lied to me some time ago – you know how I hate lying? Anyway, when I said she should have been punished for it – slightly tongue-in-cheek, really – I was somewhat taken aback by the response I got.”
Mrs Griffiths paused to take a sip of her coffee, clearly collecting her thoughts. She looked over the top of her glasses at me before continuing. “I want to be clear – I really wasn’t expecting anything to come of it. But – well, Kate seemed quite keen to take me up on my suggestion. And rather surprisingly, Judy went along with Kate – in effect, they volunteered. So, I thought ‘why not?’. A little unorthodox, perhaps, but ultimately, a just punishment was given out and…” and at this, Mrs Griffiths gave me a very questioning look. “…the girls rather seemed to get off on it, if I’m being honest.”
“Hmm,” I said, neutrally. “I think I know what you mean. And – and how about you, Lavinia?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s not like it was part of your job – punishing them. Not anymore, anyway. Did you take pleasure in caning her?”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Ruth.” Lavinia was starting to sound a little huffy – defensive even. That wasn’t what I wanted at all.
“Don’t get me wrong, Lavinia,” I said hurriedly. “I’ve spanked Judy myself. In fact, I put her over my knee last year after you caned her for breaking my hockey plate.”
“Really? How did that happen?”
“I rather think it was just as she was getting together with Kate. It may sound odd, but she asked me to spank her - in loco parentis — instead of punishing Kate.”
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me.”
“It doesn’t?”
“No. Not after our recent meeting. I rather think she’s acquired a taste for it.”
“Yes…” I swallowed again, and I could feel the flush rising once more. “…Yes, well – that’s one of the reasons I was asking you about – you know. You obviously take your responsibilities very seriously, but I just wondered whether you enjoyed spanking Judy?”
Now Lavinia surprised me. She looked almost guilty.
“You have to understand, Ruth, that I had no remit to punish either of them. They are adults and have left the school. But Kate effectively asked me to cane her partner. And Judy seemed happy to go along. Did I get anything out of it? Well, yes. I feel like a wrong was righted, with everyone happy. Does that answer your question?”
I smiled. “Not entirely.” I paused. “You see, I think you are right. I’ve — I’ve spanked Judy more than once and, well…”
“Yes?”
“I agree – I think she absolutely gets off on it. The thing is, the last time I spanked her I – I sort of got carried away. She was naked across my lap and I, um, er — touched her…”
“Touched her…?”
“Yes — I couldn’t help it. It was so erotic — she was clearly turned on. And I, er…” God, this was embarrassing!
“Gave her a helping hand?”
“Um, yes,” I said in surprise at Mrs Griffiths’ insight.
Mrs Griffiths actually laughed. “I bet that went down well.”
“You’re not shocked?”
“Well, I am a bit, but it wouldn’t be the first time that sort of thing has happened.”
“No, well, exactly. And it um — well, it changed things.”
“Tell me what happened!” Lavinia demanded, biting her lip.
“Well, it was all very embarrassing. I knew that Judy and my daughter were, you know, doing things, and I also knew that Kate’s the um, er, dominant partner.”
“Yes, I saw that, too.”
“Well, to cut a long story short, Judy told Kate and she, in turn, confronted me with it, and I um, I — I felt incredibly guilty and suggested that Kate should spank me as a punishment.”
Mrs Griffiths’ eyes widened. “Really? You asked your own daughter to spank you? How did that work out?”
“Yes. I gave her the authority, you see, as I wanted to clear the air and make it right between us.”
“And did she? Did she spank you?”
It was my turn to clear my throat.
“She uh – she did indeed. She gave me a hiding I’ll never forget; I’ve never had such a sore bottom,” I said ruefully.
Mrs Griffiths laughed delightedly. Her eyes were shining. “Wow! I’ll bet you didn’t. I’d rather have liked to have seen that. Your daughter’s a very strong young woman. Strong-willed as well I would say.”
“Yes, she is.”
“And is that what you wanted to tell me?”
“Well, partly…”
“There’s more?”
I hesitated. I could feel my face starting to flush. “Afterwards, I um, I — I masturbated.”
“Ah, I see…”
“Yes,” I said with my eyes lowered, almost with shame. “I masturbated, and I had an orgasm like never before.” I looked up into Mrs Griffiths’ eyes, which were fixed on me steadily.
“How naughty of you,” she said finally; her quiet voice gave me hope.
“Yes,” I whispered. “And when I saw Judy after you’d caned her, she — she showed me the weals on her bottom and I realised I was — I was jealous. I wished…” I swallowed again. “…I wished it was me who had been caned by you. Me who had those ridges.”
“Did you, indeed.” Mrs Griffiths’ voice had gone slightly colder. “And is that why you’ve come to me? You want me to cane you?”
I looked down again in embarrassment. As my courage deserted me, I began to waiver. “I — I don’t entirely know.”
Mrs Griffiths leaned toward me. “Really? You don’t know? I think you do know, Ruth – don’t you?”
I could sense the change in her voice – her tone was low, strong and forceful; it was the voice of someone used to being in command. And now she was using it on me. I raised my eyes again to try and meet hers, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks as her eyes bored into me.
“Yes,” I finally whispered.
“So, you just lied to me, didn’t you, hmm? And you know how I deal with liars.”
She locked eyes with me once more. After a moment – a moment that seemed to stretch out forever – she smiled, and her voice softened.
“Now, are you asking me as a friend or as a strict headmistress?”
I licked my lips as I tried to gather my thoughts.
“Well, both, I guess. But — but maybe it’s the headmistress I’d need to deal with me in the first instance. One who — who punishes older girls after they’ve left school — if they need, or – or deserve it. Afterwards – afterwards, well, maybe I could do with a friend…”
“Hmm. Well, you’re certainly an ‘older’ girl, Ruth. But if you’re asking me if you deserve it, then I think we’ve already established that; lying, masturbating, giving a ‘helping hand’ to your daughter’s girlfriend…” Mrs Griffiths eyed me carefully. “But perhaps there are other reasons why you think you should be punished?”
I looked down again; she was very perceptive “Yes. I’ve — I’ve done something that I’m ashamed of.”
“I see. And would you like to tell me about it?” It was phrased as a question, but I recognised the implicit command in her voice. I blinked back tears as I sought the words to explain.
“Well, you see, it was whilst the girls were away at college. I was cleaning their room and – and I came across something that – well, I guess curiosity got the better of me.” I looked up to see Mrs Griffiths’ reaction, but she remained expressionless. Biting my lip, I continued. “You see, when I dusted Kate’s desk the computer came alive – I think it was just in sleep mode and I must have tapped the keyboard -anyway, she doesn’t have a password on it or anything, and, well, they were just there, in front of me…”
“What were?”
“A series of files listed…
