Margaret Brown was in the ladies changing area of the department store trying on a new dress. She had with her Jackie Best, a close friend. Both were sixty-five-years-old.
Margaret Brown used to be a teacher at school before retiring. Jackie Best was a manager in a local shop.
Margaret was in an open area with some other ladies who were also trying on new clothes. She slipped off her dress and stood in her bra and knickers. She was just about to step into the new dress when she saw a young lady next to her bending over. She just couldn’t resist it and smiled at Jackie saying, “Just like when they bent over at school,” gave the young woman quite a hard smack on her bottom.
The young lady stood up and turned towards Margaret and yelled at her, “How dare you. That is totally unacceptable.”
Margaret realised immediately that she had done wrong. She apologised profusely, “I am sorry. It was wrong of me.”
Margaret looked around and saw all of the other women glaring at her. They all knew that she had done wrong. Even Jackie had a look of rebuke on her face and said, “They are right, Margaret. You shouldn’t have done that.”
The young lady saw an assistant at the entrance to the changing area and called out. “Please, would you send the manager here immediately.”
Margaret tried to pacify the young lady. “I don’t think that is necessary. I am sorry and have apologised.”
The manager arrived. She was a lady in her forties with the name tag, “Sylvia Watkins, Manager.”
Sylvia looked at the young lady and asked, “What happened?”
The young woman explained, “I was just about to try a dress on, and this woman smacked me hard on my bottom, and that was very humiliating.”
Margaret realised she had very little argument here. After all, she had smacked the woman’s bottom.
Sylvia asked Margaret, “What is your name please?”
“Mrs. Margaret Brown,” she replied.
Sylvia then asked the young lady, “What is your name, madam?”
“Miss Emma Watkins,” she replied.
Sylvia said, “Well, Emma. I don’t think there’s any dispute that Mrs. Brown did smack you on the bottom. What would you like me to do about it?
Margaret was horrified. Surely it shouldn’t be up to such a young lady to make a decision like that she asked herself.
Emma replied adamantly, “Well I think the choice is quite simple. Either this lady should let me give her a spanking or the police need to be called.”
Margaret was even more horrified at the suggestion although she knew she shouldn’t have done it. In fact, she convinced herself quite quickly that as smacking this young girls’ bottom was so wrong and had caused her undue distress, maybe it was right for this young lady to make the decision on the penalty, although neither choice was particularly attractive to Margaret. However, she had for some time already been spanked several times by nineteen-year-old Vicki and supposed that this young lady was of a similar age. Therefore, to that extent, she was used to being spanked by a younger woman.
Sylvia looked at Margaret and asked, “Well I suppose you do have a choice, Mrs. Brown. I accept that neither is attractive to you but while we would normally automatically call the police you are at least given a choice. Are you prepared to make that choice?”
Margaret turned towards Jackie and could tell from the look on her face that she supposed that there was only one choice to make. So, Margaret turned back to Sylvia and replied submissively, “I guess I should accept that Emma should give me a smack on my bottom.”
Emma immediately jumped in and said firmly, “I did not say one smack on your bottom. I said a full spanking.”
Margaret scrunched up face but knew that even a full spanking was better than calling out the police. She looked at Sylvia and said, “I’ll take the spanking. Do you have an office we can use?”
Emma smirked but said just as firmly as before, “I think I should give this woman a spanking right here in the changing area in front of all the women who saw my bottom smacked.”
Once again Margaret scrunched up her face but knew that she could not argue against what Emma was saying. She had given her a smack in front of all these people and so being spanked in front of them seemed fair. She looked towards Sylvia and catching her eye nodded her head in agreement.
Emma kept a straight face. She was just nineteen-years-old and had never expected either Margaret or the Manager to agree to such an outlandish request. She didn’t even really mind having her bottom smacked. A girlfriend did it all the time, and she quite liked it. However, she also liked the idea of giving a much older woman a spanking and had often fantasised about that as well. So, once she had made the request and saw that the manager was going along with it, she decided to press on albeit she was still very surprised to have achieved the outcome.
Sylvia agreed with the decision and walked over to an upright chair by the wall, picked it up, and placed it in the middle of the room. She turned to Emma and said, “Please sit down. I will go and fetch you a wooden backed hairbrush.”
Emma looked wide-eyed as she replied with a straight face, “That’s just the thing I need. “
Margaret knew that the hairbrush would sting her bottom as that was one of the instruments that Vicki used on her quite regularly. She had been hoping for just a hand spanking but, in reality, knew that if she deserved a spanking, which she did, then it should be one that would teach her a lesson so that she never smacked anybody else in this way in the future.
Emma went and sat on the chair as Sylvia walked out of the changing room. She sat with her arms and legs crossed glaring at Margaret.
Margaret looked down of the nineteen-year-old. They were both just in their bra and knickers only just like a few of the others. Margaret had to accept that Emma had a curvy figure with nice full breasts for someone so young. She looked down at Emma’s thighs and knew that her bare tummy would be lying across them. She at least liked the idea of that and was even starting to get turned on by the thought of Emma spanking her. She doubted that it would end up in the same way it so often did with Vicki with the two of them making out though.
As Margaret was still looking increasingly erotically at Emma’s full figure, Sylvia came back into the room carrying a wooden backed paddle hairbrush.
Margaret looked at the hairbrush and saw that the paddle was unusually thick and was going to hurt her a lot.
Sylvia walked over to Emma and handed the hairbrush to her.
Emma raised the hairbrush a couple of times and let the paddle fall into an open palm as she glared at Margaret. Keeping the smirk, she said, “I will use my hand first just to warm your bottom up and then I’ll use this hairbrush.”
Margaret grimaced again as she listened to Emma outline what she would be doing to her. A hand spanking was expected, but the hairbrush wasn’t.
Emma glared at Margaret as she waited to give her the expected order. She was enjoying watching a woman in her sixties fret about what a teenager was going to do to her. The tension could be sliced with a knife she felt, and she was relishing every second of it knowing that Margaret hated every second much more. After several more seconds, Emma succumbed and ordered, “Take your knickers off and put them on the bench.”
Margaret was certainly relieved with the order. She found it particularly humiliating to be in front of so many of the women of all ages knowing that within a few moments they would be watching as a teenager spanked 60+ bottom. Anyway, she quickly pushed her knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them, placing them on the bench quite close to Jackie. She glanced at Jackie who gave her a sympathetic look before turning and looking at the now very dominant Emma.
Emma still smirked as she looked at the almost naked Margaret. A sixty-plus-year-old woman standing there facing her wearing only her bra. What a sight, she told herself. She had full breasts and a slight bulge to her tummy. Otherwise, to be fair, she wasn’t so bad looking. Emma had always had a thing about older women although before now she thought forty was old. However, she had had one girlfriend who was forty-two-years-old and loved every moment they were together. She was very maternal but even so happily let Emma make all of the decisions when they were together. So much so she wondered if all older women were happy to give control to younger girlfriends and she wondered if Margaret was exactly that type of woman. Maybe she would ask her once she had turned her bottom bright red.
Margaret was getting increasingly tense as she waited for the teenager to tell her to get across her lap. Of course, this was quite similar to Vicki who often kept her waiting knowing that the tension was increasing to an unbearable level. In fact, she looked at Emma and focused upon her full nearly naked figure as she sat on the chair and even focused on Emma’s well-toned legs and the thighs that she would soon have across her lap.
Emma enjoyed keeping Margaret waiting. She could see her getting increasingly worried although she also glanced at the faces of the other women in the changing area and could see that they were smiling at Margaret’s discomfort.
As the tension grew, it was almost a relief when Emma ordered, “Get across my lap.”
Margaret was also relieved as she eased herself down across Emma’s thighs. She even enjoyed passing so close to Emma’s face and even wanted to kiss her on the cheek. She was more aroused than she had realised she would be as she went across Emma’s bare lap.
Margaret caught her fall with her hands on the floor and lowered her full weight onto Emma’s so soft thighs. She didn’t worry at all as she saw her legs on the far side of the chair nor as she saw the now close-up view of the backs of Emma’s well-toned legs. It was no different to when she was across Vicki’s lap. Emma’s toe polish was a different colour to Vicki’s but actually was equally pleasant to see so close-up. Nor did it feel so different as Emma rubbed her bottom in circles with her palm.
As Margaret lay across her lap, Emma looked at the back of Margaret’s head and said sternly, “I think it’s normal for the person being spanked to wear at least two pieces of clothing less than the person giving the spanking. I know that the norm is skirt and knickers. However, you only have your bra left, and therefore I will unclip that.”
Margaret gasped as she felt Emma unclip her bra. The straps slid down her arms, and she tried madly to catch the bra. As she squirmed around, she knew that her breasts were swaying and she felt even more humiliated than normal. She gave up trying to save her bra and let the straps slip further down her arms, and the bra fell to the floor. As she placed her hands back on the floor, she knew that she was totally naked in front of so many people that she didn’t know.
Margaret knew she had to accept being naked and reconciled herself to that almost total humiliation.
Margaret again reminded herself that being spanked by Emma wasn’t so different to being spanked by Vicki. It wasn’t even so different as Emma landed the first spank on her bare bottom cheek. She was now so used to being spanked by Vicki that she accepted that when she deserved disciplined that a spanking was the right thing to teach her a lesson. After all, she used that so effectively when she was the headmistress of the school. She quite happily reduced the girls to blubbering tears as she landed spank after spank on their bare bottom cheeks, as well as, quite often, the plimsoll, and of course the cane.
As usual, Margaret dealt reasonably well with the first spanks. Her bottom started to sting but did not particularly hurt. However, also, as usual, as spank after spank continued to land unabated on alternate bottom cheeks, the pain started to intensify.
Margaret glanced upwards and saw Jackie with a concerned look on her face. Of course, Jackie had watched as she was spanked by Vicki time and again. Maybe the look on her face told Margaret that she was going to end up as tearful as she always did when spanked by Vicki?
Emma was enjoying giving Margaret the spanking. She wasn’t surprised that Margaret had forgotten the time that she had watched Vicki spanking her. It was only three weeks ago, but there had been more than a dozen people watching at that time. Emma remembered how Vicki had landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks till after a hundred or so spanks she started to land spank after spank on the same bottom cheek. She carried out the same process today.
It was while Emma was spanking on alternate bottom cheeks that Jackie realised that she recognised Emma. Indeed, that was why Jackie had such a worried look on her face as Margaret looked up at her. Jackie knew that Emma was actually a friend of Vicki’s. She had spoken to Emma on the occasion when Vicki had spanked Margaret in front of both her friends and Margaret’s friends. She was surprised that Margaret had forgotten but suspected she would be horrified and indeed further humiliated when she found out later on that she had been spanked by one of Vicki’s friends.
Emma was now landing spank after spank on the same bottom cheek. She was smiling as she saw the now bright red bottom cheeks although she knew that she was nowhere near to finishing the spanking. After all, there was the wooden backed hairbrush within easy reach which she was going to use dozens of times on Margaret’s already reddening bare bottom.
Jackie looked around the changing area and saw the sea of faces looking with broad grins as Emma continued to land spank after spank on Margaret’s bare bottom. Jackie could see that they were all enjoying the fact that Margaret was starting to cry and the first tears were already running down her face.
Margaret was now struggling with the spanking. She knew that once Emma began to spank time and again on the same bottom cheek that she was, in fact, a teenager who knew how to spank. She momentarily wondered whether this girl had got this experience by being spanked, or by watching adults spank people that she knew. It was only a momentary thought because the increasingly stinging intensity of the spanking was taking hold of her. Of course, that was exactly as she knew it would be when she realised that Emma was an experienced spanker.
Emma was now happy that she had turned Margaret’s bottom sufficiently red. She glanced up at the Manageress and nodded. She was immediately handed the wooden backed hairbrush.
Margaret felt the warning taps of the hairbrush on her bottom and gasped. Of course, she knew full well what was in Emma’s hand as she had suffered from similar implements on so many occasions with Vicki. She knew there was no chance that she could hold back the tears and she sometimes wondered whether the hairbrush was actually harder to take than the cane. After all, she gave most of the girls between four and six strokes of the cane although several got twelve strokes and others even got eighteen strokes. On the other hand, Vicki would give her at least one hundred spanks with the hairbrush generally without stopping at all. Her bottom ended up with blue bruising rather than the raised red wheels of the cane, and she always found it very difficult to sit down after being spanked with a hairbrush just as she knew the school girls found it hard to sit down when they were caned.
Emma landed the first spank with the hairbrush and enjoyed the loud gasp that Margaret let out. She didn’t have any sympathy for Margaret, however. She knew that Margaret had only smacked her bottom on an impulse, but she was now following Vicki’s orders as far as disciplining Margaret. Vicki had explained to all of her friends that if ever Margaret did something wrong when they were present, and they had the opportunity, then they should insist on spanking Margaret. Emma knew that she was the first friend of Vicki’s to spank Margaret and found that she was certainly enjoying it. In fact, she also enjoyed seeing the increasingly concerned look on Jackie’s face who she knew was a friend of Margaret. Maybe there would be the opportunity to spank Jackie as well at some time in the future, Emma thought to herself.
Margaret was reduced now to the same blubbering state that she always was reduced to when being spanked by Vicki. She didn’t hold a grudge against Emma, but certainly, she didn’t like to be spanked and found this spanking, in front of so many people that she didn’t know but might well see in the street at some stage, as particularly humiliating.
Emma kept landing spank after spank as firmly as she could even after Margaret was crying uncontrollably. She knew that Margaret had only given her one smack, but that was unacceptable under any circumstance. She was sure that when she ran the school, she would’ve done the same for even one misdemeanour by any of the schoolgirls. Certainly, that was the experience that Vicki had explained to her. So, because Margaret deserved the spanking, there was no reason to give anything other than a proper spanking.
Eventually, Emma knew that she had to stop the spanking. She looked down and saw the increasingly dark blue bruises that the hairbrush had given Margaret. It was actually a rather pretty sight, Emma thought. However, after rubbing Margaret’s bottom just a few times, she ordered, “Right, you can get up now.”
Margaret couldn’t stop herself crying but managed to ease herself up from Emma’s lap. As she stood, her hands flew to her bottom, and she rubbed it furiously. She could only see Emma through her tear-filled eyes, but as she looked down at the scantily clad teenager, she suddenly had the same feelings that she felt after being spanked by Vicki. She could see Emma was a particularly attractive young lady and although young, Margaret could never understand how come she found being spanked by a teenager so erotic. However, she could not hide the feelings that she was experiencing once again.
Emma crossed her arms and legs as she looked up at Margaret with a smile on her face. She saw Margaret looking back down at her and felt that the look was not just of a woman who had been disciplined and regretted it. Maybe it was the way that Margaret was licking her lips as she rubbed her bottom? Emma also noticed that Margaret’s nipples were taut telling her that perhaps Margaret was aroused. She wondered if that could be possible although knew that Vicki and Margaret quite often made out after a spanking.
As Margaret was rubbing her bottom and jumping from foot, to foot it was noticeable that those watching were becoming bored. They had seen what they had wanted to see and now that the spanking was over they were ready to leave. One by one they left, still chattering until only Jackie Margaret and Emma remained in the changing area. The manager was there as well, and she suggested, addressing her comment to Margaret, “Perhaps you should take your clothes through that door where there is an office. You can get dressed there.”
Emma wasn’t sure why she said it but did say, “I’ll take my clothes in there and get dressed as well.”
Emma noticed that Margaret didn’t object as she picked up her clothes and walked towards the door.
Emma followed Margaret into the office and closed the door behind her. She was momentarily concerned that Margaret might tell her off.
Margaret did turn and, still rubbing her bottom, looked at Emma. Instead of being nasty, she said, “I’m sorry that I smacked your bottom. I know that I thoroughly deserved to be spanked.”
Emma smiled at Margaret and, still unsure why she was feeling such erotic feelings herself, said in a kind voice, “I know that naughty girls need to be hugged after a spanking,” as she held her arms out.
Margaret still had those feelings of desire towards the teenager. She was even thankful that Emma held her arms open and eagerly took the three steps towards her. She loved the feel of Emma’s arms around her neck taking her close to her bosom as her arms clasped around Emma’s waist.
They hugged for just a few moments before Emma turned her head and gave Margaret a kiss on the side of her neck.
Margaret was surprised with the kiss but turned her head and moments later was kissing Emma on the lips. She felt Emma’s tongue pressing her lips, and she opened her mouth and willingly took Emma’s tongue inside, and their tongues intertwined quickly.
Emma’s hand edged down from around Margaret’s neck, running past her shoulder and caressing Margaret’s breast in her hand. She was quickly gently squeezing her taught nipple and listened to Margaret’s increasingly erotic gasps as she did so.
Emma and Margaret both momentarily looked around the office and smiled at each other as they saw the bed. They both realised that the manageress knew that they were both aroused as she had all but directed them to the office. They led each other towards the bed and Margaret lay down on her back.
Emma unclipped her bra and let the straps slide down her arms, catching them and putting them with her other clothes. She was still smiling as she stepped out of her knickers and put them with her the rest of her clothes.
Moments later, Emma and Margaret were caressing each other, kissing each other on the lips, the neck, and their breasts. Emma’s nipples were as taut as Margaret’s were as they both edged further and further down the other’s body until they were both looking at the others damp pussy lips.
It was then Margaret remembered. “You watched Vicki spank me a few weeks ago.”
Emma laughed. “That’s right, and she told you that any one of us should have the right to spank you if you earned one and you certainly did today.”
Margaret kissed Emma’s damp pussy lips and then replied, “I did didn’t I and you gave me an excellent one. Now I will say thank you,” as she buried her face in Emma’s pussy lips.
