She wasn’t going home, she was staying with Emilie for two weeks. It was the summer break from Uni and Vicky was enjoying the freedom as she had passed her exams with good marks. This was her first day with Emilie who was a close friend of her Mum. She often stayed with her when her Mum was away on business.
Vicky parked the car in the driveway. Getting out she made her way to the back door and pushed it open. It was unlocked as usual. As she stepped inside she heard laughter and voices from the dining room. One voice was Emilie’s. She knew the other voice was Marian, a close friend of both her Mum and Emilie. They all belonged to the local Church.
“It was just so funny, wasn’t it?” Emilie said, continuing, “How the vicar could not stop scratching his buttocks up in the pulpit.”
Marian laughed madly. “He just could not stop, even now he doesn’t realise it was itching powder. We will have to do it again as it livened things up instead of listening to another of his oh so boring sermons.”
Emilie was up for that. “Sure thing,” she agreed.
Vicky could not believe Emilie could be associated with such a prank. Nor Marian when it came to it. She threw open the door and saw the shocked look on the two ladies faces.
Emilie was forty-one-years old and was dressed for Church in a sedate white blouse and white skirt with a hem down to her knee. She had short hair that was always in place.
Marian was slightly older, Vicky reckoned. She too was dressed for Church in a light pink dress with a white belt.
Vicky was a serious Church goer and had been brought up with a strict maternal discipline and was outraged at what she had heard. She looked at Emilie and Marian and said in a sharp tone of voice, “That is so bad of you. The vicar is a really nice and thoughtful man and a real bonus for the community. You are so bad for playing such a trick on him.”
Emilie was quite taken aback as she had never seen Vicky so angry. Mind you when she thought about what she and Marian had done she had to admit to herself that actually it wasn’t that clever.
Vicky continued, “I think I should telephone the vicar right now and tell him what you two have done.”
Marian was horrified at the threat. She pleaded, “Please don’t, Vicky, he will be so annoyed with us and he is bound to tell everyone at the next community meeting. Please please don’t tell him. We will do anything so long as he never finds out it was us.”
Emilie added in a sorrowful tone, “Yes, Vicky. We promise not to do it again. Please don’t tell the vicar.”
Vicky glared at both women, she could not understand how they could have even thought of doing what they did. Theirs was a well-disciplined community where everyone looked out for each other. There was little crime and people often left their doors unlocked. In fact Emilie did, which is why Vicky didn’t even need a key to get in. It was then she realised the options she should offer the two naughty women. It didn’t matter they were in their forties and she was just nineteen-years-old. She gave them the option anyway.
“You have a single choice, ladies. either I tell the vicar or you both agree to a bare bottom spanking right now.”
Emilie and Marian looked at each other in horror.
“A spanking at our age, Vicky?” asked Emilie in a strained tone.
Vicky was adamant. “Yes a spanking, Emilie. You have both acted childishly and so your punishment should be one usually given to a child.”
Marian said,” Emilie is right, Vicky. We are surely too old to be punished like children?”
Vicky replied sternly, “Well if you want to be treated like adults then you will need to accept your responsibilities like adults. That means I tell the vicar and the other seniors in the community and you can explain to them why you did what you did.”
Vicky could see the two ladies hardly liked that alternative. However she was happy enough to let them dwell on the matter. She said with finality, “Those are your choices. I am going to take a shower and when I come back down you will give me your answer. Unless you agree to be spanked I will telephone the vicar straight away. It is up to you though. You can act like adults or accept your punishment for acting so childishly. Understood?” Vicky glared at both women.
Emilie and Marian looked at each other uncomfortably as Vicky left the dining room and went upstairs. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She knew both women deserved a spanking but she was only nineteen-years-old. Maybe if the ages were the other way around the decision would be far easier. Still, she might just be about to spank two women in their forties.
In fact it had so often been the other way around. Vicky had stayed with Emilie many times before since she was nineteen-years-old but it was always on the condition she had to submit to Emilie’s disciplinary control. There had not been a stay when Vicky had not earned herself a spanking, and Emile never gave second chances. It was the thing about their community life. Discipline was intrinsic in the growing up process and so Vicky never once complained. Well now the tables were turned and she was about to find out if Emilie was as happy with those turned tables.
Vicky slipped off her bikini and soaked herself under the shower. She washed her nipples which she realised were quite taut and knew the thought of spanking Emilie was actually arousing as well as deserved. Even so she would stay focused if she was to spank them as discipline was the issue here.
Vicky dried herself off and as she brushed her long hair she admired her firm breasts flat tummy and slim legs in the mirror. She dried herself and as the towel ran along her pussy lips she realised how damp she was still. That brought another smile and she really hoped the ladies would agree to be spanked. Making the telephone call would not be anywhere near as much fun albeit she would definitely make the call. She wasn’t bluffing.
Once dry, Vicky went to her bedroom and chose what to wear. It was really warm still and so she chose a light red vest top that left her flat midriff on show and a white mini-skirt. She decided against wearing a bra and went bare foot.
Enjoying one last look in the mirror and ruffling her hair Vicky made her way back downstairs. She went straight in to the dining room and saw both ladies sitting at the table. However as soon as they saw her they both stood up and Vicky saw they were blushing. That was a good sign, she reckoned.
“We will take the spanking, Vicky,” Emilie said quietly.
Vicky looked sternly at Marian and demanded, “And you, Marian?”
“Yes, Vicky,” Marian replied still blushing. “I will also take your spanking.”
Vicky kept a straight face as she ordered, “Right both of you. Get undressed and face me with your hands on your head.”
“Undressed? Why undressed?” asked a shocked Emilie.
Vicky was straight-faced when she replied firmly. “Every time you spanked me, Emilie, I had to be naked. So at seventeen, eighteen and even a month ago when I was nineteen-years-old, you made me get undressed. Well you are the naughty girl this time so you have to get fully undressed to be disciplined. That’s why.”
“Oh,” Emilie replied understanding exactly why now. “Okay,” she conceded. It did make perfect sense in fact. Maybe Vicky was more used to being spanked than being the one to give the spanking but she was certainly being very dominating right now as though she was destined to be the disciplinarian. Certainly Emilie right then felt just like a naughty nineteen-year-old and knew she was going to be disciplined like one.
Vicky turned a dining chair in to the room and sat down to watch the two ladies get undressed. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused as they disrobed.
She looked from Emilie to Marian as first Emilie undid her blouse and put it neatly on the table before unclipping her bra and let the straps slide down her arms before catching it and putting it on top of her blouse.
Marian unzipped her pretty pink dress and lifted it up and over her head before folding it and putting it on the table. She too then unclipped her bra and caught it as it slid down her arms and she placed it on top of her dress.
Vicky looked on, with increasing flutters deep inside her vagina, as she looked at the two women. They may well be in their forties but she found them rather attractive to look at as their full breasts were bouncing so sexily as both women bent down and stepped out of their knickers. It was then Vicky looked again at the taut nipples and knew both women were getting aroused. Just as she was as she felt her own nipples pushing out vest top.
Emilie was embarrassed as she started to undress. Vicky was only nineteen-years-old she told herself and yet here she was in her forties and getting undressed before going across her lap for a bare bottom spanking. However, as she slipped off her bra she knew she was getting aroused by the prospect of the spanking. She glanced across at Marian who had also removed her bra and saw her taut nipples. She quickly looked at her own and almost smiled as she saw how taut hers were as well. So they were both getting aroused by the anticipation of being spanked by a nineteen-year-old, she told herself. That made her feel better as she stepped out of her knickers.
Vicky watched as both ladies turned towards her fully naked. “Hands on your heads, please,” she ordered.
Vicky’s breathing deepened as she looked at the two ladies, both naked, both with their hands on their heads and with their full breasts and their pussies on show. Vicky was wide-eyed at Emilie’s whom, she saw, had a Brazilian cut. How sexy was that, she told herself? She had never thought the woman she stayed with so often would have one of them. What else was there about her she didn’t know? Well, getting aroused at the prospect of a spanking was one more thing.
Mind you, Vicky was also finding out that the prospect of giving a spanking was getting her aroused as well. She supposed she had always enjoyed telling people what to do. Even as Form Captain in her last year at school, when she was seventeen-years-old, she got a kick out of ordering girls her own age around. This was going to be so different though. She was going to spank two women over twice her age.
Vicky looked at Emilie and ordered, “Keep your hands on your head while I deal with Marian.” She saw Emilie blush but stay obediently silent.
Vicky looked at Marian and ordered, “Come here and get across my lap, Marian.”
Marian blanched at the instruction but was also obedient as she walked towards Vicky and stood by her side on the spot the teenager pointed at on the floor. She had been spanked at school so many times this was not new to her. As soon as she stood on the designated spot she glanced at Vicky’s bare thighs just as she used to look at the thighs of her teachers. Vicky’s were slender thighs but she knew that she actually wanted to lie across them. So when Vicky pointed to her lap she eased herself down until her weight rested across Vicky’s soft bare thighs.
Vicky was growing in confidence as she felt Marian’s tummy press down on her thighs. The feel of her skin made her all goose-bumpy. She took a deep breath as she put her open palm on Marian’s bare bottom and rubbed in circles. She certainly hadn’t thought this was going to happen as she lay on the beach this afternoon. She was thinking more about resting when she got back and then tonight fantasising about the gorgeous women she saw on the beach and masturbating as she thought about them.
Vicky rubbed Marian’s bottom a few times, said, “I hope you learn from this my girl,” and before Marian could say anything landed the first spank on her near bottom cheek.
Marian heard the scolding and was about to reply but felt the spank before she could. She gasped more in surprise than pain. She also coped well with the ensuing spanks on alternate bottom cheeks although started to squirm around on Vicky’s lap after a dozen or so spanks.
Vicky knew to keep up a constant stream of spanks as that way the pain would intensify as the spanks continued to land. As expected Marian started to squirm around on her lap which she rather enjoyed and as she spanked the backs of her thighs she watched Marian kick her legs as the pain intensified even more.
Marian was now struggling as the spanks continued without any perceptible gap. She had reckoned Vicky would give her a few spanks and then rub her bottom again which would allow the pain to settle down a bit. In the event Vicky spanked her relentlessly and the pain simply built up to the point where she could feel her eyes filling with tears. Worse for her was that as the first tear dribbled down her face she let out a sob.
Vicky heard the sob and was ecstatic. She had never expected to make Marian cry yet here she was letting out a whimpering sob. It encouraged Vicky to spank even harder and soon enough Marian was squirming more fervently and kicking her legs quicker and began crying freely.
Vicky looked up at Emilie and saw the look of discomfort on her face. She had intentionally picked Marian to spank first as she wanted Emilie to first see the spanking and allow the distress to build up before putting her across her lap. It seemed to have had that precise effect. Vicky was so happy that Emilie was getting suitably distressed as she again focussed on Marian’s bottom and the backs of her legs spanking her harder and harder and enjoying the way she was struggling more and more.
Vicky was satisfied eventually with the deep redness of Marian’s bottom cheeks and legs and, albeit, reluctantly stopped spanking her. She looked at the back of Marian’s head and listened happily enough to her crying but having no sympathy she ordered, “Get up Marian and stand next to Emilie.”
Marian was crying freely as she eased herself up from Vicky’s lap and rubbing her bottom she stepped back across the room and stood next to Emilie looking at Vicky as the tears ran down her face.
“Get your hands on top of your head, Marian, or else get back here for another spanking,” Vicky said firmly.
Marian let out an extra loud sob as she quickly put her hands on top of her head. She didn’t want another spanking, not today anyway, she told herself. She started to enjoy the stinging that gripped her bottom and the tops of her legs; a stinging that was starting to send quivers rushing around her vagina.
Vicky allowed herself to enjoy the sight of the crying Marian before ordering, “Emilie, come here and get across my lap.”
Emilie bit her lip as she acted as obediently as Marian and stood by Vicky waiting for the order to get across her lap. She saw Vicky point and immediately eased herself down and across Vicky’s bare and very enticing thighs. She had always had her own thighs covered when spanking Vicky all those times but now her bare tummy was lying across Vicky’s bare thighs; she knew she was in the submissive position and Vicky was the one very much in charge. That feeling was emphasised as she had a close-up look at the backs of Vicky’s legs which was delightful, albeit, it showed conclusively her submissive position.
It was then that Emilie realised how much she had wanted to be spanked. Sure she was used to being the one who gave the spanking to Vicky but now the tables were turned she knew she would relish being dealt with severely. She had always felt more comfortable following orders, maybe that was the sign that she wanted to be disciplined? Maybe this was the first time she had been caught out and could not argue against being punished? What she now knew for sure was that she wanted to have her bottom spanked very very hard and to be reduced to tears just as she had always reduced Vicky to tears.
Vicky rubbed Emilie’s bottom just a few times and scolded her just as she had done to Marian. “Using itching powder on the vicar was totally wrong Emilie and I hope this teaches you a proper lesson.” She also left no time for Emilie to answer as she landed the first spank on her near bottom cheek and then landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed watching Emilie’s bottom cheeks swirl around as each spank landed.
Emilie knew that Vicky would land spanks incessantly and that the pain would quickly intensify. She knew she had no choice though but to stay obediently across Vicky’s lap because otherwise it would be sure to lead to a telephone call to the vicar. Being spanked even so intensely was a better option. So she kept her hands on the floor and looked intently at the backs of Vicky’s legs as the muscles tensed and released. She kept looking as the spanks rained down on her bottom and the backs of her legs.
Emilie was soon squirming around on Vicky’s lap and, just like Marian, started to kick her legs in a desperate attempt to quell the pain. An attempt she always knew would fail just as she knew when Vicky was spanked that the whole intent was to cause the teenager more discomfort than she could handle. Vicky squirming and kicking only showed her the spanking was working, in fact, just as it was working with her now that she was on the receiving end.
Before succumbing to the tears building up in her eyes Emilie was even thinking how much she liked being in such a humiliating position. She was across the lap of a teenager she had spanked so many times and now felt like that teenager herself. The feeling of humiliation was in fact making her more and more aroused even as the pain intensified across her bottom and the backs of her legs. Crying was something she knew would happen and as she did she felt even more like the teenager she wanted to feel like.
Vicky carried on spanking Emilie even as she cried and continued landing spank after spank all over her reddening bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs. In fact she carried on spanking until she was happy both Emilie’s bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs were a deep rosy red.
Vicky didn’t allow Emilie time to recover and ordered, “Get up and stand next to Marian. Put your hands on your head.”
Emilie eased herself up from Vicky’s lap and although she wanted to rub her bottom she put her hands straight on top of her head and stood next to Marian facing Vicky. She only saw a blur though as her tears rolled down her face.
Vicky glared at the two ladies for a few moments reckoning both would be concerned their punishments weren’t over. After several moments she ordered, “Both face the wall. Keep your hands on your head and press your noses against the wall. You will stay like that for fifteen minutes and think about how naughty you have been.
Emilie and Marian turned and went over to the wall. They pressed their noses against the hard surface and both felt a further deepening humiliation. However both also knew their nipples were taut again and their pussies were damp. The spanking had actually heightened their feeling of sexuality.
Emilie wanted to be spanked again although maybe by a woman more her own age or older? Surely Vicky was too young to spank her again she asked herself? She was confused as she had the close-up view of the white wall. However the more she thought about it the more she concluded that she would never again spank Vicky, even if she deserved it. Vicky had outgrown being spanked. On the other hand she knew that she would be spanked again. In fact, she both needed to be and wanted to be spanked again by the teenager. She loved the humiliation of being disciplined and the feeling she was absolved of responsibility. After all it must be for the person dispensing the discipline to have the deciding vote on all things. Maybe that was Vicky’s destiny, Emilie finally decided.
The fifteen minutes were up and Vicky announced, “Right ladies, you are released.”
Emilie and Marian were still sniffing back tears but they both turned to look at a now smiling Vicky. Without even thinking both rubbed their still stinging bottoms as they waited to be told what to do. Suddenly neither felt able to make a decision and wanted to be told what to do by Vicky.
Emilie knew then that it was indeed Vicky’s destiny to be in charge of her and she made an immediate decision to bow to her authority.
Vicky saw neither lady move but they still rubbed their bottoms. They seemed to be waiting to be told what to do so she told them. “I will be in charge for the rest of my stay. That means if you are naughty you will get another spanking from me, understood?”
Vicky glared at the two ladies daring them to object. In the event they didn’t.
“Yes, Vicky,” they both agreed.
Vicky smiled. What a win, she told herself. Of course she was aware Emilie and Marian were an item. She knew about lesbianism and knew when she wasn’t there the two women shared their bed. So she had no hesitation in ordering, “I think you should both have a shower and go to bed. You can share Emilie’s bed of course.”
Emilie and Marian looked at each other and smiled.
“Thank you, Vicky,” Emilie said in a tone of voice that made it clear she thought she was like the cat who got the cream. Yes she had been spanked and spanked hard. However now she had been disciplined equilibrium had been regained and she would be able to go to bed with Marian who was her lover.
Vicky watched the two ladies smile broadly who were rubbing their bottoms as they walked out of the dining room.
Emilie and Marian were careful not to make it too obvious as they knew Vicky still had the final say. However they got out in to the hallway and thought they were out of earshot and giggled like schoolgirls as they went upstairs to Emilie’s bedroom.
Vicky stayed downstairs until she heard Emilie’s door close and then she quietly went upstairs and stood outside Emilie’s bedroom. Inside she heard more giggling which was clearly interspersed with the silence of two lovers kissing and then more giggling as they tried to whisper. Marian said, “We got away with it. She won’t tell the vicar. Now we can have a great night together.”
Vicky smiled as she heard them whispering to each other how much their bottoms hurt but maybe being spanked by Vicky wasn’t so bad. They deserved it they admitted time and again in between more kissing.
Vicky stood outside Emilie’s room for fifteen minutes as the gaps between whispering got longer and longer but the erotic groans got louder and louder. It was then that Vicky decided it was time to go to her own bedroom.
Vicky undressed and lay on her bed. She opened her drawer and took out her vibrator. She ran the head gently along her wet pussy lips a few times before lying back and played over the last hour in her mind. She had so enjoyed spanking Emilie and Marian and she had just heard both admit how aroused they were by being spanked and seemed to accept they would both be spanked by her again. She played over several scenes in her mind how she would maintain her authority over the two women and in the end decided tomorrow would be an important day to enforce her disciplinary control.
Having made that decision she switched on the vibrator. As she ran it along her pussy lips she slid easily in to erotic dreaming about how she, a nineteen-year-old, was now in charge of two women in their forties and who would accept every disciplinary decision she made.
It had been a good day Vicky determined, a great day in fact. Tomorrow would be even better as she strengthened her position of authority over the two women. More tears were a certainty as were two very sore bottoms.
