A few moments later, they arrived at Emma’s house to sit their detention. They both looked nervous as the door opened.
Lucy welcomed them with a stern look she was told to give the teachers. “Hullo, boys. Do come in.”
The two men recognised Lucy, who was another student they taught. In Year 13 they thought, so seventeen-years-old.
“Erm, hullo, Lucy,” Mr. Hickson said as he walked in to the hallway.
Mr. Thornton smiled warily as he walked inside.
Lucy smiled as she said, “Miss Emma is expecting you.”
Mr. Thornton looked surprised at how Lucy referred to Emma.
Lucy realised and explained, “Oh, I’m grounded today and tomorrow, and I have to address Emma as Miss Emma, even with visitors.”
Mr. Thornton asked as a joke, “Are you in detention as well then?”
Lucy blushed as she replied, “No I’m not. Anyway, I would find sitting down rather painful at the moment. I got a twelver not long ago.” Lucy looked at her watch and added, “Well, actually only an hour ago.”
Mr. Hickson asked, “You mean you were given strokes of the cane?”
Lucy looked surprised. “Well, yes, of course. I thought you teachers called it that as well, except your maximum is supposed to be six?”
Mr. Hickson bit his lip before replying, “Yes, sorry. Yes we do. It’s just, erm, you are Emma’s friend and so it surprised me that the term would be used here.”
Lucy smiled. “Oh, don’t be concerned. I am her friend, but believe me I know Emma is in charge.” After a moment’s pause she added, “I’m a far better person because of it, even if I do have a red bottom a lot of the time.”
Mr. Hickson looked at Mr. Thornton and both men looked surprised. Mr. Hickson let it go with a quiet, “I’m sure.”
Lucy smiled again and said, “Anyway, boys, please take your coats off and go through as Miss Emma is ready to deal with you.”
The two teachers looked warily at each other, but both felt aroused by the stern look and the orders Lucy gave them. She may be a teenager, but like Emma she was certainly a confident young lady. Strange they thought that she was a submissive; but then again they were adult teachers and both were aroused by the thought, and actuality, of being disciplined. As their ever-growing erections evidenced.
They walked in to the living room and saw at one end two sofas, three armchairs and a huge TV. At the other end, where Emma was waiting, was a dining table with eight high backed chairs. All the chairs faced the table except one which was at the end and sideways on. There was a cane on the seat of that chair.
Emma was standing as the two teachers walked towards her. She was wearing her college day clothes so her blue and white gingham short-sleeved dress and short socks. She had left her jacket off.
“Hullo, Thornton, hullo Hickson,” the sixteen-year-old said in her best authoritative voice. She smiled as she saw both men were wearing their gym kits as instructed.
The men succumbed immediately as they both said, “Hullo, Miss Emma.”
Emma noted the erections pushing out the front of their shorts as she pointed to two of the chairs that had paper and a biro on the table in front of them.
“Sit,” Emma ordered.
The two teachers sat down and waited.
Emma said, “I see you have both removed yourselves from the Punishment Room roster.”
Mr. Hickson looked at the table as he replied, “Yes, Miss Emma. When we both thought about what you said, we realised we had gone too far.”
Emma stood behind the two teachers who dared not look around but were wriggling nervously about on their chairs. Emma knew they were both thinking about the punishments that would befall them today.
“A good decision, boys,” Emma said in a strict tone. She continued, “This is a punishment detention so assume we are in the Punishment Room at college. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Emma,” both teachers replied in a submissive tone of voice.
Emma heard the acceptance in their voices but didn’t sympathise. Not with teachers who had used their position of authority to give college students a greater punishment than was needed.
“Turn the paper over, please,” Emma ordered.
The teachers turned over the pages and immediately saw the heading: ‘Punishment Tariff.’ They saw both their names and by them several items. They swallowed hard as they read. ‘One hundred lines, a bare bottom spanking, six strokes with the cane, and then an assessment and decisions about the future.’
“Start your lines. ‘I am a naughty little boy,’ one hundred times. I need to go upstairs. Lucy will act as a prefect and will tell me if either of you talk.”
The two teachers started writing as Emma left the room. They saw Lucy standing by the window looking out as she rubbed her bottom. Her skirt rose up as she rubbed and the two men could see some of the harsh red weal’s at the tops of her thighs and her sit spot. They could tell she had been given very hard cane strokes. Even so, their erections stiffened further with the excitement of seeing those cane marks on Lucy’s bare legs.
The two teachers glanced at each other and then looked down again at the piece of paper. They had both written six of the lines so far.
Mr. Hickson whispered, “Looks like Emma canes very hard, eh?”
Mr. Thornton said, “Ssshh,” just as Lucy looked around.
Several minutes later, Emma returned and went and stood behind the two teachers. She could see they had both written over fifty lines so far. She looked at Lucy and asked, “Any talking, Lucy?”
Lucy turned blushing and Mr. Hickson’s mouth dropped open. Surely not, he thought. Surely he won’t get told on.
Lucy said, “Hickson made a comment after you left, Miss Emma.”
Emma was annoyed. “Did he indeed?”
Emma sat on the chair at the end of the table, looked at Mr. Hickson, and ordered, “Come here, Hickson.”
Mr. Hickson licked his lips as he got up and went and stood by Emma. He knew if this were a class of his at college the disobedient college student would be getting their legs slapped. As he stopped by Emma he groaned as the sixteen-year-old rubbed the back of his leg with her open palm.
Emma was smirking as she watched the realisation spread across the teacher’s face. “Just like you do at college, Hickson,” Emma said sternly.
“Yes Miss Emma,” Mr. Hickson found himself saying. He was quickly finding out just how strict the sixteen-year-old was.
The next moment Mr. Hickson gasped as Emma’s open palm smacked down hard on the back of his leg. A second smack quickly followed and that drew a louder gasp from the hapless teacher and the third smack drew an even louder gasp.
“Go and sit down and do as you are told in future, Hickson,” Emma ordered.
“Yes, Miss Emma,” Hickson said sullenly as he quickly sat down and started writing his lines again. He told himself he wasn’t going to disobey Emma again; although he still found being told off by the strict teenager arousing.
Ten minutes later, Emma could see both teachers had finished writing their lines. Both had put their pens down but remembered not to speak. Emma left them to stew for a few extra minutes, knowing they would be thinking about the next punishment: The spanking.
There was a ring on the door. Lucy went to answer it and came back smiling as she said to Emma, “It’s Debra.”
Emma smiled as her sixteen-year-old college friend walked in. She was wearing her college day clothes.
“Just in time, Debra,” Emma said happily.
The two teachers were squirming on their chairs again, conscious they could not turn around to look at the girl who had just entered the room. They were sure though it was the same Debra who had been caned at college on the day Emma caught them.
“I couldn’t pass this up,” Debra said smiling wickedly.
Emma looked at the two teachers. “I was just about to give these two naughty boys a spanking. Care to deal with Hickson?”
Debra said firmly, “My pleasure, Emma.”
Emma moved a second chair out so they were facing each other and nodded to Debra to sit down. They sat facing each other.
“Right, you two. Come here. Hickson, you go to Miss Debra. Thornton, I’ll spank you.”
The two men stood up and went to the girl they were ordered to stand by. Mr. Hickson looked down at Debra and licked his lips in anticipation as he saw her sitting on the chair with a stern look on her face, her dark brown hair flowing below her shoulders, wearing her short-sleeved blue and white gingham dress which had risen halfway up her bare thighs.
Emma ordered, “Shorts and underpants down. To your ankles.”
The girls smiled as the two adults obediently lowered their shorts, catching their underpants on the way. The stood in front of the girls very aware their erect penises were on show and were anxious to be told to bend across the girls laps.
Emma let the teachers dwell on their predicament a bit longer by saying, “Lucy, can you get us a couple of hairbrushes, please. I think these two deserve more than a hand spanking.”
The two men groaned as they saw Lucy go to the drawer and took out two wicked looking wooden backed hairbrushes handing one to each girl. They could not stop their erections as they looked again at the girls who were about to spank them.
“Thanks, Lucy,” Emma said happily before adding, “Debra will also need a cane. Can you get her one please?”
Lucy went to get the extra cane.
The girls watched as the men’s penises became more and more erect and knew they were getting aroused.
Emma ordered, “Right, you two. Get across our laps.”
The two men quickly eased themselves across the girl’s laps, conscious their stiff penises were pressing down on each of the girl’s bare thighs.
Moments later, the girls were happily rubbing the two bare bottoms that lay submissively across their laps. They were confident being in their positions. It was a turn-on for them both and they knew their knickers were starting to get damp as they felt flutters deep inside their pussies.
The men focused on the floor but neither could avoid also looking at the bare legs of the girls. Slim legs that belonged to the two bossy girls.
The first spank landed and they both gasped. Spank after spank then landed all over their bottoms as they suffered the humiliation of having a sixteen-year-old girl spank them. Spank after spank landed, initially on their bare bottom cheeks and then given on the backs of their bare legs — hard stinging spanks.
Emma caught Debra’s eye and nodded towards the hairbrushes. “Twenty,” Emma announced.
The men gasped even louder as the hard wooden backed hairbrushes landed all over their bottoms. Both men had tears welling up in their eyes and by the time the spanks ended they both had tear streamed faces. Even so, they didn’t try to get up but lay submissively as the girls dealt with them — two very strict girls.
After the spanks Emma announced, “Time for the cane, boys.”
The two men eased themselves up from the girl’s laps but both forgot the rule at college not to rub. So as they both rubbed their stinging bottoms Emma announced in a stern voice, “That’s another detention, boys. For each of you.”
“Oh no,” Mr. Hickson groaned, well aware that is what he would have given any of the students in detention if they had rubbed. How could he have forgotten, he wondered?
Mr. Thornton stopped rubbing his bottom and bit his lip at the realisation he had been given another detention, just as the two of them had feared as they approached Emma’s house earlier. He looked at Miss Emma and, whilst the thought of the caning scared him, he was well aware his erection was as stiff as ever. He looked across at Mr. Hickson and saw he had an erection as well.
“Bend over,” Emma ordered. “We’ll use the chairs rather than the table.”
So momentarily forgetting the additional detention they both bent over and grabbed hold of the seat of the chairs, sticking out their bottoms as they made the students do.
“No getting up, boys. Remember,” Emma ordered smiling at Debra.
“Yes, Miss Emma,” they both said.
Emma and Debra took up their positions and tapped the cane on the bare reddened bottoms staring up at them. Both were really enjoying the power they held over the two adult men. Both felt aroused.
Emma nodded and they both lifted back their canes.
The first stroke was harder than either man had expected. They both gasped. The second brought even louder gasps.
Emma mouthed to Debra, “A double.”
Debra smiled as she knew what that meant. They both aimed and brought their canes down even harder on the two bottoms. Both men cried out. The next moment another stroke cut in to their bottoms. Both let go of their chairs stood up and clutched their bottoms jumping from foot to foot.
Emma ordered, “Get back down, boys. You know the rules. That will be extras at the next detention”
Both men gasped at the order and immediately bent back down and grabbed hold of the chairs again. They were struggling to cope with the pain although by now they ignored the fact that they were being caned by two sixteen-year-olds.
Emma mouthed, “Another double.”
The cane bit in to both men’s bottoms and as they cried out again the sixth stroke drew yet another red weal. This time both men held on to the seats of their chairs although allowed a leg to bend showing how much they were hurting.
Emma and Debra smiled at each other knowing both teachers had been shown just how hard it was to hold on to the chair during a caning.
After a few moments, Emma ordered, “Okay, boys. Get up and get dressed again. Do fifty more lines. Write, ‘I have learned my lesson,’ this time.”
The two men stood up and the teenagers watched as they pulled back up their underpants and shorts.
The teachers felt humiliated under the gaze of the three teenagers and knew that them watching them both undress and dress again to their order was part of their controlling mechanism. Just like at college.
Emma turned to Lucy and said, “Can you watch them, please? Debra and I will have a chat in the kitchen.”
This time the two men obeyed Emma and didn’t speak. Not until Emma and Debra came back.
Emma said sternly, “Well boys, Miss Debra and I have discussed you both and decided your behaviour leaves a lot to be desired. One of you spoke when you were told not to and you both stood up when being caned also when told not to. What do you have to say?”
Mr. Thornton looked at Mr. Hickson who nodded his head in agreement. They both knew there would be the review and that unless they kept to all the rules they clearly needed some additional help. In this case, more discipline.
They both said submissively, “We agree with your assessment, Miss Emma.”
Emma nodded and looked happy at the statement. “Good. So you have both earned another detention. We will make each of ours a Punishment Detention as you are adults. So next Saturday you will both come back and we will deal with you again.”
Emma looked at Debra clearly indicating she will be there as well.
Mr. Thornton asked, “Miss Emma, what about when we see you at college?”
“Yes, Thornton. I agree that might be a problem. However, whilst we will revert to calling you Mr. and you will call us by our first names, if you do anything that might be thought to be revenge on us, or our friends, then you will be dealt with much more severely at your next detention. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Emma. Definitely.” Mr. Thornton added after a moment, “Miss Emma, Miss Debra, can I add something please?”
“Do,” Emma replied relishing the respect her teacher was showing her.
“I would like to thank you. I didn’t think I would learn much from today but you have taught me so much is wrong with what I do at college. I will really try to be a better more considerate teacher. Miss Lucy summed it up when we first got here. How she is now a far better person because of the disciplinary control you have over her. I can see how that works, and for my part want to give you the same control over me.”
“Me too,” Mr. Hickson added. “I am not married and so don’t have a daughter like you. I hope I do though, in time. In the meantime, I will appreciate it if you pick up on all my shortfalls at college and deal with me accordingly.”
Emma smiled. “I agree, boys. It will mean lots of red bottoms for you both,” she added testily.
The two teachers blushed. Mr. Thornton replied, “Well-earned ones though, Miss Emma.”
The three girls watched as Mr. Hickson’s penis pushed out his shorts and knew that whatever he said in reality he was aroused by being disciplined. They both were as they looked at Mr. Thornton’s bulging shorts.
Silence reigned for a few moments. The girls squeezed their thighs together and knew their knickers were damp. The men looked at the two girls who had spanked them in their short-sleeved dresses and the bare legs they had just lain across. Their erections told the girls how aroused they still were.
Lucy broke the silence and said to Mr. Thornton, “You could use the Punishment Room at college. You could make out you are disciplining the girls, but instead it’s you guys who get their bottoms spanked and caned.”
The two teachers looked at each other and then back at the two sixteen-year-olds who had disciplined them. “That works,” Mr. Thornton said. “Although we are off the punishment roster for detentions we are still fully entitled to take students there and discipline them.”
Mr. Hickson added, “That way we won’t have to wait until the weekend to be dealt with, Miss Emma, Miss Debra.”
“That works for us, too,” Emma said smiling at Debra. “It looks like you both need, and will be getting, more discipline from us. Don’t worry, boys, we are very strict.”
Emma looked at the two adult men and said seriously, “We mean it, boys. Watch your behaviour or else a spanking will be the inevitable penalty.”
The two teachers stood silently, not even realising they were rubbing their bottoms whilst contemplating pensively just how true that was likely to be. They already accepted being spanked by the teenagers again will be very much deserved. They couldn’t work out though how it might change their lives. Certainly it would mean their bottoms were likely to be a deeply reddened shade more often than not. On balance though, no bad thing, they both acknowledged to themselves. Especially as they both had the stiffest erections they could have.
A few minutes later, the two men left. They went straight to the pub. They saw the same female teachers as before. Miss Watson and Miss Fletcher. Both in their thirties like the men. The men were so aroused again, and they just guided the women out of the back door and in to the alleyway.
The ladies giggled. “Tell us your secret, lads? How do you get it up so easily?” Miss Watson asked.
The men were too embarrassed to explain about their reddened and whealed bottoms and the role played by the teenage students. Even so, the two women knelt down and taking the offered penis in to their mouths spent a short time easing the ache of the men’s erections. Little did the women realise the men would readily do whatever they were told.
Elsewhere, Debra had got home and went straight to her bedroom. She lay on her bed and within seconds her fingers were running up and down her damp pussy. It had been such a turn on for her and she couldn’t wait for the next detention.
Back at the house, Emma and Lucy had a glass of wine each. Lucy was aroused still from the caning she had been given and Emma was aroused by the discipline she had meted out. Soon both girls were undressed and lying on their bed kissing and caressing each-others breasts and giggling as they recalled the punishment detention. Soon they were crying out in erotic orgasms with their fingers inside each-others wet pussies flicking the others taut clit.
“What a turn-on,” Lucy enthused.
“It’s incredible that two adults so easily succumbed to our domination,” Emma said in wonderment.
“They loved it though,” Lucy said enthusiastically.
Emma laughed. “So did I.”
After a moment, Emma cuddled up to Lucy again and the two teenagers became lost in the others loving body.
Emma squeezed Lucy’s still stinging bottom and Lucy cried out in delight. “Again,” she asked.
“Squeeze or spank?” Emma asked giggling.
“Both,” Lucy replied giggling as Emma landed a hard spank on her bare reddened bottom.
After Lucy fell asleep, exhausted after several orgasms, Emma lay awake and pictured the male teachers. She thought happily about a future where the two adults would be submitting to discipline from a couple of teenage girls. Two adults who now knew what was good for them. Two teenage girls enthralled by the power they had over the adults and the fun and arousal that produced.
A win for them all, Emma knew. The men clearly were aroused by being disciplined just as the girls were aroused by meting out the punishments.
They were all looking forward to the next detention.
