Andrew rang the front doorbell and opened the front door to see Brianna standing there. She was in her school uniform of a light blue short-sleeved shirt, dark blue very short skirt, with white ankle socks and bare legs. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Brianna was seventeen and in the upper class in the local sixth form college. She had purposely stayed in her school uniform knowing the ruse she was going to play.
Brianna’s mum was the headmistress at a local school and offered her services as a Dom to those adults who enjoyed and got aroused by being disciplined.
Brianna saw the look of surprise on Andrew’s face and kept a stern look on her face as she said, “I know you are expecting my mum, but she has asked me to deal with you instead. Don’t worry as I am seventeen and well old enough to deal with you.”
It was a lie. Brianna’s mum had no idea that she was there in her place. She thought she had sent a message cancelling the appointment as something came up at school. However, Brianna, being a techie, had stopped it from being sent and decided that she would handle Jack in her mum’s place and blow the consequences.
For Brianna, it would be a first to spank and cane someone else. For her, the opposite was always the case. The norm was for Brianna to be spanked and caned but by Mrs M, a friend of her mum’s. Her mum saw the need for discipline at school but not at home. When Brianna had explained she did see the need for her to be disciplined, her mum got Mrs M to agree to discipline her whenever she asked her to. It worked well for Brianna who found being spanked and caned so painful but revelled in the pain, which her mum knew. After all, Brianna was a top student who never misbehaved at home and so her mum knew that when she did misbehave it was with the sole aim of being spanked and caned.
Several mums felt the same way, and Mrs M became known as a lady who would dispense the discipline the parents were unhappy giving themselves as they wanted to be friends with their daughters rather than maternal guides. Mrs M made sure that any of the girls that she did discipline were at least sixteen.
To make the experience more maternal, Mrs M insisted everyone she spanked called her, ‘Mum,’ which Brianna loved to do.
Andrew wasn’t sure what to say as he was expecting Brianna’s mum, Jane, because he had on several previous occasions arranged a spanking and the cane from her. He had replied to an advert of hers and loved the fact that she was a real headmistress. Jane had also pointed out that, being a headmistress, she had exactly the right experience to give him the reality of the fantasy that he had wished to experience. That led to several visits by Jack to see Jane, and today was another pre-arranged meeting. There had been no discussion at all about Jane leaving Brianna in her place.
Brianna saw the continued concern on Andrew’s face and wasn’t surprised. However, she said very forcefully and actually quite loudly, “We can either discuss this out here or indoors. Your choice.”
Suddenly worried, Andrew looked around with some concern that a passerby could hear what was being said, and he certainly didn’t want that. So, he said, “Of course,” and quickly walked into the hallway.
Once inside and the door was closed, Andrew immediately said, “Look, you are only seventeen so half my age. That is like my daughter spanking me, if I had one. There is no way I would let my daughter spank me.”
Brianna expected the argument, and replied, “Let her spank you, or spank you because you earned a spanking and she was the only one around to give you that spanking?”
Andrew saw the point, and as much as he was a submissive, he did keep telling himself how much he deserved a spanking for all the things he had done wrong and needed a spanking. So, he responded, sounding tentative, “Well, possibly, if she was the only one around. Erm, how long will your mum be before she gets back?”
Brianna said sternly, wagging her finger as she did, “Too long for you to wait.”
Andrew said, wincing, “You are even in school uniform. That also shows how young you are.”
Brianna scoffed. “So what? Just get it into that naughty head of yours that my age is of no consequence, and that you need to be spanked. Then you will see that I am the right person to spank your naughty bottom right now.”
Andrew found Brianna’s tone of voice so authoritative and his submissive nature took over. What told him to submit, as well, was the erection he was getting as she spoke so sternly to him.
Brianna glared at Andrew and to test his resolve said sternly, “You will show me the same respect you always show my mum. Therefore, you will address me as ‘Miss,’ or ‘Miss Brianna,’ and no other way. Is that understood, Andrew?”
For Andrew, it was a quandary. Whilst he wanted to experience his fantasy again, a lot of it was being spanked and caned by a headmistress. However, Brianna clearly had a haughty, ‘Do as I say or else,’ tone of voice. He had said being in school uniform made it wrong, but he knew very well that he had quite often pictured himself across the lap of someone exactly like her. He always treated the fantasy of being spanked by a schoolgirl as one that wouldn’t happen. Now, though, it was this schoolgirl who was acting in such an authoritative way, more so than he had ever heard before or imagined, so he would be wrong to resist her. In fact, he now knew that he should be obeying her.
Andrew knew that Brianna needed an answer to her very direct order, and he replied, “Yes, Miss, I understand.” After all, whilst he was very much the alpha male at the office, he found that so stressful and liked nothing more than being told what to do when at home. That was why he found it so easy to accept being spanked and caned by Jane, as part of his feelings of submission outside the office. Well, he was now agreeing to be spanked by a schoolgirl young enough to be his daughter, and his hardening erection told him he had to accept it.
Brianna continued taking the lead, and ordered, “I know that you are expecting to be spanked and caned. I can tell you that I can give a very hard bare bottom spanking, and I have two canes here, and will also give you a very hard caning. Look on it in that my mum has given me the training I need.”
Andrew told himself that Brianna was saying everything that should make him accept being submissive to her. It was just that she was only seventeen and he was thirty-four. On the other hand, he knew that Jane was just a couple of years older than him and therefore when she was the one to deal with his fantasy, it was still very different to having someone his mum’s age carrying out the punishment. Jane doing it would still be closer to his wife doing that, rather than his daughter, though, which would be the case if Brianna spanked and caned him.
Brianna then took another step to impose her authority. She went up to Andrew and clasped him by the upper arm. She knew she wouldn’t have the strength to actually direct him into the living room, but she did order, “Come with me, Andrew. You know you need to be punished and I can tell you right now I am getting angrier and angrier with you which will increase your punishment.”
Andrew knew this was a crucial point. If he pulled his arm away from Brianna’s grasp then he could hardly say he was being submissive to her. She might even tell him to leave in frustration. He would be the loser then because he was the one who wanted to experience being spanked and caned again.
Brianna glared at Andrew, and she could see he was thinking hard. Would he submit to her or wouldn’t he, she wondered?
Andrew came to the very quick conclusion that as he wanted to experience being spanked and caned again, and Brianna was clearly up for doing it, why shouldn’t he submit? He realised that he could think of Brianna as the head prefect and that he was in prefects’ detention. She was certainly dressed for that.
So, having made the decision, Andrew replied, “I apologise, Miss. I need to be punished and fully accept that it is right that you are the one to punish me.”
Brianna was elated but didn’t show it, and just ordered, “Right then, Andrew, go through to the dining area and go over to the dining table. I will need you to be fully undressed for your punishment so take all your clothes off and put them, folded neatly, on one end of the dining table.”
Andrew wasn’t expecting that but supposed being naked whilst Brianna was fully clothed would reinforce her position of authority over him. So, being the submissive that he actually was, he immediately walked through into the dining area and started to undress.
Andrew undid his trousers and pushed them towards the floor, catching his underpants on the way. He did look again at Brianna and actually thought her being in school uniform was a very nice touch. Could anyone be more submissive when they were his age and being told what to do by a schoolgirl? Being seventeen was certainly old enough to be in a position of authority because so many prefects were that age. They could hold detentions, and double detentions would mean the cane.
So, for Andrew, it was just one easy step to convince himself that he had got a double detention and that it was the prefect’s responsibility to give the spanking and caning. He didn’t have to convince himself any further, and Brianna standing in her school uniform, and particularly the very short skirt showing off her bare legs, was enough to make him want to submit to her.
Brianna kept the stern look on her face as she watched Andrew undress. She liked the way that, as he pushed his trousers down, he caught his underpants, and moments later he was standing back up folding the trousers neatly, as she had instructed, now with his manhood on show. She had to smile when she saw his erection, but she reckoned that she’d soon get rid of that.
Once fully undressed the now naked Andrew turned and looked at Brianna.
Brianna ordered, “Put your hands on your head, Andrew.”
Andrew really wanted to show his submissive side and replied, “Yes, Miss,” and immediately put his hands on his head. It really did feel to him that Brianna was in charge, and now focused on experiencing the spanking and caning again that he so wanted to experience time and again. He did wonder whether Brianna really could give a hard spanking, or whether she had the experience to give a good caning, but then he was about to find that out.
Brianna was enjoying herself as she ordered, “Turn one of the dining chairs into the room, Andrew.”
Andrew immediately did as he was told and gave the now expected, “Yes, Miss,” as he did so.
As Brianna sat down, Andrew again enjoyed looking at the authoritative young lady fully clothed but in her school uniform. He saw that her skirt had ridden right up and so he realised that he would be lying across her bare thighs, and he was well aware that he had an erection, but he wasn’t surprised at that. He could see that Brianna was looking at his erection, and thought she was trying to force herself not to smirk, but whether or not she was smirking, he loved the fact that she was in control and that he was going to obey whatever she instructed him to do.
The firmly given Instruction came immediately. “Get across my lap, Andrew.”
Andrew immediately responded, “Yes, Miss,” and went over and eased himself down across Brianna’s lap. He couldn’t prevent his hand from brushing Brianna’s bare thigh as he balanced on the far side of the chair before then lowering himself fully to the floor with his bottom perched across Brianna’s lap. However, he loved the feel of her bare skin, and more so as his erect penis pressed down on her bare thighs, and told himself that was actually part of his submission. After all, Brianna should know that he was aroused by the prospect of being spanked and that would confirm that she had no worries about how hard a spanking she gave him.
Brianna understood why Andrew had an erection. She had a fetish for being spanked and loved being sent to Mrs M to be spanked. She got aroused every time and afterwards gave herself huge orgasms, so knew how Andrew must be feeling.
Brianna also hoped to one day meet a girl who would use spanking as foreplay when they gave each other tongue and finger sex afterwards, but that hadn’t happened yet.
Her mum had had to tell her why so many men and women came to the house. Brianna told her mum she would keep it a secret and even offered to help with the arrangements. So, when the meeting with Andrew was arranged, but then her mum had to go away for two days, she asked Brianna to tell Andrew the session was off. She didn’t, though, and instead, let Andrew come to the house and was fully prepared to discipline him just as her mum was going to do.
Of course, Brianna knew that her mum would be furious, but, frankly, the worst that would happen was being sent to Mrs M again, so that would be a win anyway.
Brianna focused on Andrew’s bottom, rubbing in circles, enjoying the feel of the bare flesh before she raised her hand and brought it down on Andrew’s far bottom cheek. She loved how his bottom cheek flattened under her hand, knowing that was how her own bottom flattened when her ‘mum,’ Mrs M, spanked her.
Brianna wanted to experience giving someone else a spanking to know how aroused she would get. So far, whilst it was exciting, it wasn’t as much a turn-on for her as being spanked was, but she still needed to see the whole thing through with Andrew so could be sure about that.
Andrew enjoyed the sight of Brianna’s upside-down legs and the feeling of submission that gave him. When the spanks started, he gasped with the first few spanks although handled them fairly well. However, as the spanks continued to land, he found the stinging sensation intensified, just as it did when Jane spanked him, and he knew he was squirming around on Brianna’s lap. It really did surprise him because she was just seventeen. However, he was struggling, and after all, spanking and the cane were supposed to hurt, so he could hardly object to that.
Brianna knew from her own experience that a spanking was never over quickly if it was going to be a real punishment, and she fully intended to make sure this was a hard spanking. So, she happily and persistently landed spank after spank on Andrew’s bottom cheeks, alternately, watching how each bottom cheek was being turned darker and darker shades of red. From time to time, she spanked the backs of his legs as well, knowing that would be even more painful.
Andrew struggled more and more, and Brianna could see that he was, although did stay across her lap.
Brianna knew that the spanking would hurt, but was resolute, knowing that Andrew wanted his bottom thrashed much much more. So, she happily continued to spank Andrew’s bottom, changing tack sometimes to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row and then doing the same to the backs of his legs. She knew she didn’t have a particular time pressure because her mum wasn’t coming home today.
Brianna was happy with the colour she had turned Andrew’s bottom and had to admit she had rather enjoyed giving the hand spanking. She then stopped the spanking knowing she had yet to give him the cane. She, therefore, ordered, “Get up, Andrew, because your naughty bottom needs to be caned.”
As Andrew pushed himself up, knowing that his bottom was stinging, he still looked forward to being caned again. Therefore, as soon as Brianna had stood up and he saw her point to the chair, he bent over and clasped hold of the seat of the chair and prepared himself for what he knew would be even more pain.
Brianna watched as Andrew obeyed her instruction and bent over and presented his bottom. She smiled to herself when she saw just how red his bottom already was, but was just as happy at the thought that she would now be able to paint thick red welts across it as well. She had seen all of that on her own bottom, and knew how it felt, and that Andrew was going to get those same feelings.
Brianna picked up the cane and swished it a couple of times and reckoned that Andrew was probably wincing at the thought. However, just as she always did, he was staying in position, obediently, knowing that he had to accept whatever decisions she made. After all, she was the one in charge of this punishment, and could certainly see the difference between being the one in authority and the one submitting to that authority. Which one did you prefer, she asked herself? Taking the punishment, she told herself. She knew that she was a natural submissive and was always going to be surprised if she preferred giving the punishment rather than accepting it, but this was an experience that she wanted, and now she was having.
Brianna positioned herself, rubbed the cane from side to side across Andrew’s bottom, pulled her arm back, focused on his bottom cheeks, and then brought the cane down landing it with a loud thwack. She was pleased that she had practiced giving the cane, albeit on a teddy bear of hers, but when she saw the red welt develop, she knew that stroke would have hurt.
What also told her it hurt was the loud yelp that Andrew gave. She supposed that was pretty much like the yelps that she made when she got the cane, at least the first stroke. She knew that her yelps got louder as the strokes continued and would be interested to know if that happened to Andrew as well. He was a man, after all, so should be able to take more pain, although she did laugh at herself when she made that comment because she was pretty sure there would be lots of men who couldn’t take the punishment that she took whenever she deserved it. After all, Mrs M knew how to really thrash a naughty bottom.
Brianna proceeded to land stroke after stroke, leaving a few seconds between each stroke because she knew she could give harder strokes if she allowed that gap. Double and triple strokes certainly hurt a lot, but you couldn’t give as many strokes that way.
Andrew was struggling even more as the strokes continued. He knew it was going to hurt, as it always did. Still, he forced himself to keep hold of the seat of the chair because he certainly didn’t want to show himself up by getting up and pleading for mercy. He had to respect the fact that Brianna was the one in charge and controlled the punishment. That meant taking him to the edge of what he could comfortably deal with and then a little bit beyond, rather than thrashing him so hard that he would never ever want this to happen again.
As Andrew glanced behind and saw Brianna’s bare legs, even with her white ankle socks, he reminded himself that she was in her school uniform, and she still had total authority over him for the duration of the punishment even though half his own age. In fact, it got him more aroused, maybe not as much as it would normally be because of the stinging pain across his throbbing bottom, but because he liked being disciplined by someone Brianna’s age. He even wondered whether he would want to submit to her authority again, because, even though a schoolgirl, she was dealing with him so well.
Andrew even pictured in his mind that Brianna was the school prefect. School prefects had positions of responsibility, including giving and holding detentions. He pictured himself in a detention held by Brianna, having to be silent, and if he wasn’t then he would be scolded by her authoritative voice. He was turned on by the thought.
Brianna was satisfied with the hard caning that she had given Andrew and smiled as she looked at his bottom which was now covered in raised red welts. She again wondered whether she preferred to give the punishment or take it, but realised that whilst punishment like this was incredibly painful, and in her case was so often deserved, she was still more likely to dream about being punished and give herself orgasms based upon those dreams than being the one giving the punishment. That was a fascinating realisation for her, and she realised that she was actually looking forward to her next visit to Mrs M.
So, whilst Brianna was satisfied with the punishment that she had given Andrew, she saw that now as more a job well done rather than getting her knickers damp. She decided, therefore, that she would leave his punishment, in the future, to her mum,
Brianna instructed, “Okay, Andrew, you can get out now.”
Andrew eased himself up and as soon as he did his hands flew to his bottom which he rubbed and clutched trying to cope with the intense stinging, which, as usual, didn’t work. However, the spanking and caning was every bit as hard and difficult to deal with as usual, and he knew that fantasies about being disciplined by schoolgirls like Brianna were going to grow in his mind. Maybe, very similar fantasies to being disciplined by the headmistress as well.
Brianna saw how Andrew was struggling and did enjoy that sight. However, she instructed, “Okay, Andrew, you can get dressed now. Feel free to make another arrangement as you have done previously.”
As Andrew got dressed and straightened out his clothes he hoped that comment might mean that he would be able to choose who would discipline him in the future. He knew he was already getting erect again, and to show his respect and thanks he said, “Thank you for disciplining me, Miss.”
Brianna didn’t want to encourage him, and so she instructed, “You can go now, Andrew.”
Andrew knew he needed to cum, and asked, “Can I please use the toilet first, Miss?”
Brianna could see how Andrew’s erection was pushing his trousers out and so what he would do in the toilet. However, she knew how desperate she was sometimes to finger herself straight after being disciplined, and so she smirked as she said, “Of course you can, Andrew.”
Andrew replied, “Thank you, Miss,” and walked out of the room and straight to the toilet.
Brianna could hear the orgasmic gasps and again felt very satisfied with the way that she had punished Andrew.
Once Andrew was done, he came back out and said again, “Thank you, Miss,” and left the house. He knew that by the time he got home he would be up for giving himself another huge orgasm, and plenty more over the coming days.
Brianna realised that she wasn’t that turned on and had no need to go to her bedroom and finger herself to an orgasm. She knew she had been a very naughty girl, though, and couldn’t wait for her mum to find out. That was going to happen because she knew that Andrew always sent an email when he got home, thanking her mum for disciplining him. She knew when that came her mum would be furious and would send her to Mrs M. There was no question about that.
Then the anticipation of so much pain started Brianna’s vagina quivering and so she did go up to her bedroom and finger herself to an orgasm but thinking about the next time that she was punished by Mrs M. She couldn’t wait.
