Dale was remembering the time, six years ago, when she was first spanked. She was now sixty-six-years-old and she had enjoyed building up relationships where she was the submissive and was spanked and caned. How it started was always a happy memory, although very awkward at the time.
It was six years ago that Dale Brown opened the door to her house and stepped back to allow Emma Hogan and Amy Johnson to come in.
Dale was sixty-years-old and a schoolmistress at the local sixth form college. Both Emma and Amy were eighteen-years-old and were students in her class.
Dale had short dark hair, albeit it was coloured so different to her real grey. She had large breasts, which drooped when not encased in a double d cup bra, a flabby waistline with love handles although not so large as most women her age, and sagging bottom cheeks. She was, though, comfortable with her body shape and happily wore low cut dresses showing off her cleavage. Dale’s usual college outfit was a white short-sleeved blouse and dark blue skirt. However, she was at home now and was wearing a low cut sleeveless summery floral dress with a hem halfway down her thighs and with bare legs.
Emma and Amy were in their summer school uniforms of a short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with a white belt, and bare legs.
Emma and Amy saw that when Miss Brown opened the door she looked contrite, and Amy demanded, “I hope you brought the cane home with you, girl.” They were intent on addressing her as, ‘Girl,’ or by her first name, ‘Dale,’ but not as, ‘Miss or, ‘Miss Brown.’
Dale blushed as the two girls entered and replied, “Yes, Miss.” Dale had been told to address them respectfully, recognising their position of authority over her, and she knew she had to agree to that.
Emma demanded to know, “I also hope you have invited your neighbour’s, girl.”
Dale again blushed, and she replied, “Yes, Miss, I have four neighbours in the living room, just as you demanded. They are all part of the reading group I belong to. We usually start later on in the afternoon but I asked them to come early so they could witness my punishment.”
Amy and Emma glanced at each other feeling satisfied that they were going to get the revenge that they demanded.
Earlier that day, Emma and Amy had just finished a workout at the college gym and were in the showers. They hadn’t been aware they were being ogled, but when Miss Brown accidentally coughed, they realised that their sixty-year-old teacher was spying on them as they stood naked in the shower. Both girls confronted Miss Brown, even though still naked and the teacher was fully dressed.
Amy had threatened, “We should really report you to the headmistress and to the governors.“
Miss Brown / Dale had pleaded, “Please, girls, don’t do that as I will get the sack. I will do anything else that you demand.”
Emma had suggested, “Well, I think that you certainly deserve to be caned, just like we would be if sent to the headmistress. However, that is hardly enough given your position as a teacher. It really needs to teach a lesson, and the best way will be for you to be disciplined in front of several of your own friends. Therefore, you will go home after college is finished, and we will come to your house one hour later. Unless you have at least four friends your own age in the house we will report you to the headmistress and governors. Your friends will witness us spanking and caning you as your punishment. Just be very aware that if they are not there then we will report you and get you sacked.”
Dale knew she had done wrong, as, indeed, she had done so on so many earlier occasions when she hadn’t been caught. She knew that she was getting over a chesty cough, but as she hadn’t spied on any naked college girls for about three weeks, she was anxious to do so again so that she could give herself the wonderful orgasms that she always did after a spying session. After all, she thought there was nothing better than spying on eighteen-year-old college girls as they showered, looking at their pert breasts and kissable breasts and hair mounds.
Even so, Dale hated the thought of being punished in front of her book club friends but knew that that would at least be better than having a complaint made against her to the headmistress and the governors as that would no doubt lead to the sack.
Emma and Amy were happy that Miss Brown would meet their demands, and even told her, “You can watch us finish our showers and get dressed if you want to.”
Dale gasped at the offer and accepted and saw that the two girls were quite happy being exhibitionists because they knew they did have very sexy bodies. They made quite a play of soaping their breasts and their hair mounds and could see that she was getting more and more aroused by watching them.
Amy and Emma were pleased they were getting their teacher more and more aroused knowing they would make her pay when they got to her house.
Amy and Emma walked into the living room and saw four ladies, who all looked to be in their sixties, sitting on the sofa and armchairs. They all stayed very quiet as the two girls walked in, and had clearly been told they were coming.
Amy said sternly, “Good afternoon, girls. I am Miss Amy and this is Miss Emma. You will all address us in the respectful way I am sure you addressed your teachers all those years ago.” She smiled when she saw the ladies blushing and glancing at each other, but not one argued about what they had just been told.
Amy and Emma had discussed what they would do, knowing that as they were disciplining their teacher, they needed to make it as humiliating as they could. So, glaring at Dale, Amy demanded, “Your punishment will be carried out naked, girl because you were staring at us when we were naked in the showers.”
The girls heard several of the ladies gasp, and realised that whilst Dale may well have told them that she was going to be disciplined, she had not given them the full reason. That made the girls feel even better.
Dale made ready to get undressed but was suddenly feeling aroused at being disciplined by her two students. It was as she walked home from college today that she remembered her long-held fantasy of being submissive to college girls Amy and Emma’s age. There was something she found very erotic about being a sixty-year-old woman and submitting to girls who were eighteen years of age and she had masturbated time and again with that exact fantasy. So, as she unzipped her dress, whilst feeling humiliated in front of her friends, she was also feeling aroused as she got ready to submit to the teenagers.
Dale unzipped her dress, and slid it down towards the floor, having to hold on to the back of the sofa so that she didn’t fall over as she bent down and picked the dress up. She folded it and put it on one of the dining chairs. She then put her hands behind her back, unclipped her bra, and let it slip down her arms, caught it, and put that with her dress. She stood up and faced the girls only too aware she was now naked in front of her students and close friends.
Once Dale was naked, the two girls smirked and Amy ordered, “Put your hands on your head, girl.”
The girls saw the watching ladies looking embarrassed and even shocked at the prospect of their friend being disciplined by the teenagers.
Amy and Emma, on the other hand, smiled at Dale’s granny body. They reckoned that her dark hair was coloured, and loved the large sagging breasts, the turkey neck, the bat wings which were emphasised because Dale was made to stand with her hands on her head, the love handles waist, and when they walked around her, the puffy sagging bottom cheeks which both girls were looking forward to spanking and caning.
Amy let Dale get even more embarrassed standing naked with her hands on her head and then ordered, “Brown, I need a wooden spatula.”
Dale swallowed hard and replied with a worried tone, “I do have one in the kitchen. Miss”
Amy loved how Dale was being so submissive. It was interesting, she told herself, that a woman old enough to be her granny was treating her with so much respect, albeit they did have a strong hold over her. It wasn’t the same with the watching grannies, but she realised that they were also being respectful, for now at least.
Amy demanded, “Show me, girl.” Amy saw no reason to treat Dale with any level of respect and grabbed hold of her upper arm, which she found really fleshy as the bat wings gave way and squeezed so deliciously, and led her out of the living room. As she left she heard Emma command, “No talking, girls,” and the murmurs that had started ended immediately, just as happened in class when a teacher entered the classroom to take a lesson.
Amy kept a firm grasp on Dale’s upper arm as she led her out into the hallway, saw where the kitchen was and directed her there, and, once in the kitchen, demanded, “Where do you keep the spatula, girl?“
Dale pointed towards a drawer and Amy pulled her over there. Once there, Amy opened the drawer and, at the front, were three heavy wooden spatula spoons with a thick head. Amy picked one up, closed the drawer, squeezed Dales arm, and demanded, “Where do you keep the canes, girl?”
Dale replied, “In a cupboard in the study, Miss.“
Amy pulled at Dale’s arm, leading her back out of the kitchen and into the hallway. When Dale pointed towards the room on the other side of the hallway, Amy led Dale into that room and could see one wall had some floor to ceiling cupboards. Amy looked questioningly at Dale, who pointed to one of the cupboards. Amy opened the cupboard and saw a whole selection of hook-ended canes hanging up on the wall. She saw one that looked particularly thick, which she took down from the wall and closed the cupboard door. Amy was still clasping hold of Dale’s bat wing arms but swished the cane twice to get the feel of it.
Amy smiled as she again led Dale out of the study, into the hallway, and then back into the living room. As she entered, she looked at the other granny women who were all wide-eyed when they saw the cane, and, once again, the fully naked Dale.
Amy didn’t leave Dale in the middle of the room, but deciding to treat her like a naughty college girl, took Dale over to the far wall, and commanded, “Press your nose against the wall and put your hands on your head, girl. I will get things ready.”
Dale was feeling even more humiliated with the blank wall at the end of her nose and was ever more sorry that she had spied on the girls.
Amy went to the dining table and turned one of the chairs into the room. It was a nice high-backed chair and she put the wooden spatula on the seat. She then placed the cane on the table behind her.
Amy saw the looks of distress on the other grannies faces before turning and walking up behind Dale. Amy put her hand on Dale’s very ample bottom, telling her in a stern tone, “You will now come with me and I will give you the spanking that you have earned, girl,” and then landed a hard smack on Dale’s bottom cheek with a second hard smack on her other just as amply fleshy bottom cheek. She then clasped Dale by her upper arm and led her towards the dining chair.
Amy sat down on the chair and glared up at Dale, knowing that she was making her feel uncomfortable as she looked at her very full drooping breasts, flabby tummy, fleshy thighs, and very hairy hair mound, and made Dale feel humiliated for a few more moments before ordering, “Now get across my lap, girl.”
Dale winced as she looked down at Amy’s lap. She was so used to seeing the school uniform, but not when about to go over a girl’s lap. Yet she knew it had been wrong to spy on the girls when in the shower even though it gave her such great orgasms, and so she knew she deserved to be punished. However, as much as she had fantasied about it, she had never expected to be actually spanked by one of her students, although that was still far better than being reported to the headmistress and governors. She would certainly have preferred her punishment to have been in private, and not in front of her friends, but, again, that was better than being dealt with by the headmistress and governors.
So, although feeling humiliated, Dale eased herself down across Amy’s lap and saw her upside-down legs and her own under the far side of the chair, and then felt Amy’s hand rubbing her bottom. She now wasn’t so aroused by the thought of being spanked by a teenager but had to keep reminding herself that the alternative would most likely lead to her losing her job. She did wonder how she would be able to face Amy and Emma when next in her class tomorrow, but that was something she would face then.
Amy rubbed Dale’s so fleshy bottom cheeks and wondered how she was going to spank such a large bottom, but wanted to spank for a while using just her hand, knowing that when her hand started to hurt she could change to the spatula. So, she raised her hand and brought her open palm down on Dale’s far bottom cheek and watched it surrender to her hand, swirl around, and then settle down just as she spanked the near bottom cheek. Enjoying herself, Amy proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and although her hand stung a bit it clearly wasn’t as much as Dale’s bottom judging from the louder and louder gasps she was making.
Emma was enjoying watching Amy spank Dale but also kept an eye on the watching grannies. Of the four of them, two were certainly looking annoyed and were sitting with their arms crossed showing their disapproval. The other two, though, had looks of wonderment on their faces, as though imagining themselves across Amy’s lap.
Dale wasn’t aware of the various feelings of her friends. She was just so humiliated that close friends of hers were watching as she was being spanked by a girl of just eighteen years of age. Of course, it was hard to believe that someone the age of a granny would be spanked at all, although, she also knew that a granny of her age should not have been standing in the showers gawking at naked college girls. Either way, she just wanted her punishment to be over.
Amy continued to spank Dale’s fleshy bottom cheeks and realised she was not getting very far in turning them red and her hand was also beginning to sting, and so she picked up the spatula, tapped it once on each bottom cheek to notify Dale of the impending use of the implement, raised her arm, and brought the spatula down on Dale’s far bottom cheek with a loud thwack. When she heard Dale let out a more pain-filled gasp she knew she had made the right decision because whereas Dale‘s bottom would continue to sting more and more intensely, her hand was no longer going to be a problem.
As Amy continued to land spank after spank with the very thick spatula and listened to Dale’s increasingly loud pain-filled gasps, she reminded herself that her teacher who was old enough to be her granny, and had been so wrong when standing looking at her and Emma in the shower. Mind you, she had to admit that she was very happy with her own body and never minded standing in the showers with the other girls looking on. However, that was still very different when it was her own choice rather than it being done surreptitiously.
Amy was now getting more and more happy that Dale’s bottom cheeks were being turned darker and darker shades of red, and she also noticed that there was a tinge of blue which must be bruising. She was feeling more and more relaxed about the fact that she had been spied upon in the shower and felt that Dale was learning not to do that again. However, she kept on going with the spatula, enjoying the sound of the thwack as it landed and watching as Dale shook her head as though trying to deal with pain, as well as hissing in and out through clenched teeth. She was also squirming around on her lap in the usual vain attempt to avoid the spanks and was tensing her legs showing even with that how much the spatula was hurting.
Amy did get the chance to glance up and look at the other women, and was delighted to see the looks of concern on the faces and was also sure that Dale would be feeling totally humiliated as it was she who’s bottom was being spanked right then.
Once Dale’s bottom was glowing red all over, and with more blue tinging, Amy ordered, “Okay, girl, get up and get ready to be caned.”
Dale was at least pleased that the spanking was over, although knew she was not going to enjoy being caned. She had been caned when she was Amy’s age and hated the three strokes she had been given then. Those strokes had also been given over her school dress whereas right now she was totally naked. As she stood up, she also realised that her sight was blurred meaning that tears were filling her eyes, and when she felt her cheek she realised the tears were streaming down her face. She thought that it was humiliating enough when bent across Amy’s lap, but now her friends were looking at her and, no doubt seeing her make-up running down her face, and was concerned that the women were bound to be looking on her now as a laughing stock.
Once Dale was standing, Amy ordered, “Stop wiping away the tears from your face, girl. No one is surprised that such a naughty girl has been reduced to tears, and it should happen more often. I think you had better put your hands on your head as the most appropriate place for your hands.“
Dale winced as she was scolded by the teenager. She knew it was something that she did so often to the girls in her own class, and now saw just how embarrassing it was for the girl on the receiving end. She had also used standing up with the girl’s hands on her head as a punishment for the girls. She thought that it would teach them a lesson, but only now realised just how much of a humiliating lesson it was. Of course, some of the girls smiled with bravado, but she didn’t feel very brave right then as there was still very little difference between the girls in her class being humiliated in front of their classmates, and her being humiliated in front of her friends.
What Dale also realised was that it was very different being humiliated when the girl being scolded was dressed like her classmates. On the other hand, she was totally naked and, she realised, standing with her back to her friends who all had the most perfect view of what must be her bright red bottom cheeks. How was she ever going to live this down, she wondered?
Amy let Dale stand in the middle of the room with her hands on her head as she nodded to Emma who went to the dining table and picked up the hook-ended cane. She swished it as she walked back and stood in front of Dale, flexing it in her two hands. As she did, she ordered, “Go and bend over and grab both sides of the chair. You have so earned the cane.“
Dale winced again as she turned and walked over to the dining chair, keeping her hands above her head as she realised that she had not been told to take them down. Once at the chair, she bent over and grabbed hold of both sides of the chair, placing her legs apart for balance. Of course, as she did, she realised that her friends now had another perfect view of her reddened bottom cheeks but would also see her hair mound. That, together with the fact that she was being so submissive in obeying the teenage college girls, once again added to her humiliation. She did tell herself, though, that she was getting used to being humiliated and that she had brought it on herself, but, somehow, she felt that wasn’t going to help when she had to face her friends again. Mind you, her friends also had friends who also knew her and so it was bound to get around very quickly that she had been caught ogling two naked college girls in the shower, and then submitted to a spanking and caning in her own house by those two same college girls in front of some of her closest friends.
Emma smiled as she watched Dale meekly go over to the chair, bend over, and present her bottom so well. It was as though she had done it many times before, and smiled at the thought. After a few more moments she said, “Six strokes, girl, and stay in position or else that stroke won’t count.”
Dale knew the threat so well, and stayed bent over and looked at the floor behind her and saw Emma’s legs positioning themselves. It was then that she remembered again her fantasy of being disciplined by a girl Emma’s age. As she did so, she felt flutters flying around her vagina, as they did as she started to use her vib in bed. She also knew that Emma was one of those girls she found had a, “Do as I say or else,” haughty tone of voice which she found so exciting, which, added to her own submissive tendencies, made her even more aroused. She had even found being spanked was painful, but also erotic at the same time. Now that she was bent over and getting the cane was imminent, she found that this also was getting her turned on. She also quickly glanced the other way and saw the upside-down legs of the other granny women, and she realised that whilst being humiliated was horrible, it was also really turning her on and she was finding it sexy. She even wondered whether any of her friends wished that they were in her position.
So, now she realised she both hated and loved being humiliated. As she waited for the cane she could not help herself saying, “I am so sorry Miss, I won’t spy on you again and know I deserve this punishment from you.” She even knew that she now wanted to be punished in front of her friends and family and that she would masturbate afterwards.
Dale couldn’t resist looking behind again and seeing not just the bare legs of Emma, but also a school dress which reminded her that she was about to be caned by a college girl from the college where she taught. Once again, she was worried because of the pain that she was about to suffer, but aroused because this was exactly her long-held fantasy. She had so often thought that young women of eighteen-years of age or so were exactly right to act as disciplinarians for adult women much older than themselves but who showed a lower level of maturity. Dale recognised that she was very immature for her sixty-years of age, whilst Emma was far more mature than her years. Of course, Dale enjoyed playing around thinking that she was a much younger woman than she was, and was so pleased that Amy and Emma had taken it on themselves to discipline her in exactly the way that a teenager should be disciplined by her maternal mother or teacher, albeit that this was very much in reverse with the teenager disciplining a woman old enough to be a granny.
As Dale thought these things and felt the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom, still fearing the pain to come, she knew that she was on the verge of an orgasm as well. This was so much better than fantasising and masturbating as she fantasied,. She had always been worried that if ever the fantasy had come to real life then she would regret it, but, so far, the humiliation was exactly what she had hoped it would be like, the spanking had been as hard and erotic as she fantasied, and now, she hoped that the cane would complete her fantasy.
Next moment, Dale realised that the cane was no longer being rubbed from side to side across her bottom and then she felt the intense pain of the first stroke. She knew she caught her breath and gasped and was quite taken aback by the level of pain and she suddenly wondered how she had fantasised for so long about being caned. The second stroke hurt even more and she knew she was shaking her head with her eyes closed tightly breathing in and out through clenched teeth with a hissing sound.
Dale tensed her bottom cheeks as she waited for the third stroke, and realised when it bit into her bottom that whilst she was expecting it to be almost unbearably pain-filled, she surprisingly found it, somehow, easier to deal with. It really did hurt, but she was able to focus more on the pain and realised that as well as hurting much more than she had expected, that pain linked to the humiliation of being bent over to present her bare bottom, and the feeling of submission that she had to a young woman Emma’s age, all put together, made her want to receive more strokes of the cane.
Dale recovered quicker than after the first two strokes and looked at the floor behind her and again saw Emma’s bare legs and the hem of her school dress. She gasped this time, not at the pain of the cane but at the delight of living out her fantasy. Yes, the cane did hurt horribly, but her submission made the pain stand apart, and not affect the way the flutters were flying around her pussy.
Dale was still looking at Emma‘s bare legs when she saw her calf muscles tense, and knew Emma was getting ready for the fourth stroke, and, moments later she felt once again the searing pain as the cane bit into her already stinging bottom cheeks. Although she once again shut her eyes and shook her head and hissed in and out through clenched teeth, and wriggled her bottom from side to side to try and shake the pain away, although of course, that didn’t work, she really didn’t want Amy to stop caning her.
As the cane landed for the fifth stroke, and the pain was once again more intense, and Dale thought that was because of the buildup of the pain, it all became so clear as to why she had fantasied for so long about being disciplined by a young woman Emma’s age. She used to walk along the street and see girls her age walking towards her, and she just pictured herself being taken by her arm into a bedroom, having her knickers lowered and her dress raised, then put across the girl’s lap, and scolded. Of course, she had always been naughty, in her own mind, but, the reason she always pictured being disciplined by someone much younger than her, was that the feeling of submission was greater because she knew that she had the strength to force herself up if she wanted to. That was so different to being disciplined by someone far stronger than yourself, or with the authority to force you to stay in position, and so it was the willing submission that she now realised that she found so erotic.
So when the sixth stroke landed and once again the pain was almost too much to bear, and she hissed her breath and shook her head and cried out, so she was disappointed that the caning was over. She heard Emma instruct, “Okay you can get up, girl, so stand up and put your hands on your head.”
Dale did as she was told and found what she really wanted to do was rub her bottom cheeks and tense her thighs so she could cum. The feeling was overwhelming for her, but her desire to do as she was told by the teenager was even stronger.
Amy took control again and ordered, “Go and face the wall, girl. and think about your misbehaviour for ten minutes.”
Dale winced as she did as she was told and pressed her nose against the wall. She heard giggles from behind her with comments like, “A beautifully red bum … Her bottom cheeks are hanging down still even with her hands on her head … Such huge boobs, and did you see the size of her nipples … Look at those bat wings … Did you see her turkey neck and her creased skin below her nose?”
Dale blushed but didn’t think it so wrong of the girls as they were making a point, which was that they were the ones in charge here. She knew that all those descriptions were true and she was so envious of Amy and Emma with their well-toned arms and legs, flat tummies, and fresh faces with no ageing lines. Even their hair wasn’t coloured whereas her dark brown hair was really grey, and if she didn’t colour her hair regularly then the grey roots showed through.
Dale was a bit more embarrassed when she heard her friend, Susan, say, “They are right about all those things, aren’t they?”
During the spanking and caning, Amy had stood close to the watching grannies, and heard one of the women say so she could hear, “I don’t think these young girls should spank and cane women our age.”
The woman next to her replied in a caustic tone, “Maybe we should spank these two girls, then? That will teach them.”
Amy heard the exchange and, standing in front of both women, ordered, “It is hardly your place to question our authority when Dale has clearly submitted to it. So, both of you, slip your knickers off and put them on the floor by your feet.“
Both ladies, whose names were Janet and Lorraine, swallowed hard, winced, and blushed, but pulled their dresses up above their waists, and pushed their knickers down to their ankles, scooping them up and then dropping them on the floor in front of themselves.
Amy nodded towards Emma who went and stood by the now blushing women, and demanded, “Part your legs, both of you and fold your arms behind your back, you naughty girls.“
Lorraine did as she was told and was concerned to see Emma go to the dining chair and pick up the wooden spatula.
Emma glared at the two grannies as she walked back with the spatula, by which time Susan and Lorraine had both parted her legs and looked embarrassed as their stretched pussy lips were so clearly in view.
Amy looked towards Dale, and ordered, “Turn and face the room, Dale, so you can watch your friends being punished for their rude comments.
Dale turned around but kept her hands on her head as she saw that Susan and Lorraine had parted their legs and had their hands folded behind their backs.
Emma positioned herself and tapped the spatula twice on the inside of Lorraine’s thigh. She said sternly, “This is what naughty girls get who argue against those with authority over them.” With that, she lifted the spatula and then brought it down with a loud thwack on the inside of Susan’s thigh. As Susan let out a gasp Emma raised the spatula again and brought it down with another thwack on the same inner thigh. As Susan let out a second gasp, Emma was delighted to see two fiery red marks colouring the inside of Susan’s thigh.
Emma saw the pained look on Susan’s face but she kept her legs apart showing Emma due respect, and Emma repaid that with a third even harder spank with the spatula on Susan’s inner thigh. She knew the skin was more sensitive than the bottom cheeks but, even so, quickly landed the fourth spank and then the fifth. She saw the tears well-up in Susan’s eyes as she landed the sixth even harder spank, and Susan responded by letting out a sob as tears trickled down her face.
Emma was happy with Susan’s now submissive demeanour and then went and stood next to Lorraine who had already parted her legs and was sitting with her arms folded behind her back. She did look anxious as she now knew what was going to happen to her as well. As Emma landed the first spank with a loud thwack, Lorraine let out a loud gasp, just as Susan had done, and let out a second louder gasp when the second spank landed. Emma was again pleased with the bright red marks on the inside of the fleshy thighs and was even happier when she added the third spank and saw that Lorraine already had tears in her eyes, and, that after the fourth spank, the tears started to dribble down Lorraine’s face. The fifth spank quickly followed and Lorraine cried out in pained despair, and the sixth had her begging, “Please, Miss, no more, I am so sorry and won’t ever question you again.”
Emma smiled and glanced at Amy who was also smiling, and to enforce their authority over both grannies Emma ordered, “Both you naughty girls undress and join Dale facing the wall.” She then glared at Dale and indicated she should face the wall again with her nose pressed against it.
Lorraine and Susan gasped but quickly stood up and started to undress. They pushed their dresses down to the floor and scooped them up and put them on separate chairs and their bras quickly followed and were put with their dresses.
Emma ordered, “Hands on your heads, girls,” and when they had done as they were told she pointed to the wall, and moments later three naked grannies had their noses pressed against the wall, although only one had a glowing red bottom they could see.
Amy was glancing at the two grannies still sitting down and they seemed really grumpy and not happy at all. However, neither made any comments and just sat waiting hoping they weren’t going to be punished as well. Amy and Emma decided they had done enough dealing with three naughty grannies and were happy that they had got their revenge. However, they did wonder if they could repeat what they did, to Dale at least.
Dale had her nose pressed against the wall and was thinking about her fantasy and was so pleased she had lived it and wanted to live it again. Maybe Susan or Lorraine would fancy spanking her, she wondered. She then became aware of groaning next to her and realised Lorraine was tensing her thighs and moments later was gasping, but fighting to hide the noise.
Amy and Emma had heard the groaning and knew Lorraine had cum, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, Amy said, “See you tomorrow, Dale. We’ll be in the showers after school, so if you want a repeat, then join us. “
Dale was already turned on by what had happened and as she heard the front door open and close she tensed her own thighs and came almost immediately. She felt her sex juice dribble down her thighs and as she turned away from the wall she saw Lorraine rubbing her thighs and saw her sex juice as well. They caught each other’s eye and laughed.
“Oh my goodness. I didn’t think anyone could be so turned on by being submissive to teenagers” Lorraine said in a surprised tone.
Dale thought so too and even more so as it had been her fantasy for so long. Somehow, having her own students in charge of her made it more intimate and erotic than with strangers and she wanted to submit again and hoped the girls weren’t joking. To see, she got out her phone and sent a message on the college portal which would be a private message to both girls. “I think the tutoring needs to be repeated tomorrow as well, although more intense and just you two and me.”
Amy responded almost immediately “Yes, Okay. Same place same time except just us two and you.”
Susan and Lorraine hadn’t realised that Dale had messaged the girls, and looked thoughtful as they said, “So it’s now the book club.” Susan and Lorraine then got dressed again but rubbed their sore thighs a few times.
Dale also got dressed and then said, “I’ll go and get the books.”
Dale went upstairs to collect the books for today but first went into her bedroom, sat on the bed and slid her fingers inside her knickers and ran her fingers along her wet pussy lips again thinking about submitting to the two girls again tomorrow, and exploded in seconds. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
