Emma was furious to see forty-one-year-old Linda, her mum’s girlfriend, come into the living room, and demanded, “So it wasn’t just me you were discussing when you went to see Miss Johnson at college?”
As Linda blushed and was speechless at being caught out, Emma was more positive and incentivised by her authoritative position over Miss Johnson, and said with a sharp tone, “So you are cheating on mum, then.” It was said as a statement and not as a question.
Linda knew that wasn’t totally true. What she wanted was to be disciplined by an authoritative figure like Miss Johnson and had come here today for just that reason. However, she panicked and pleaded, “Please don’t tell your mum, Emma. I really do love her. I’ll do anything.” Linda really did love Sandra, Emma’s forty-three-year-old mum and had discussed marriage more than once.
Emma kept a stern look on her face as she thought about how she had never got on with her dad and wasn’t so sad when her mum divorced him and could see how her mum would be attracted to Linda who was smart and friendly and was so good for her mum. In fact, even though Linda snapped at her in a maternal step-mum’ish way she still rather liked Linda and saw her as a chummy mummy even before she became her actual real-life step-mum. Even so, she was hyper with having disciplined one adult who was previously in a position of authority over her, and was wanting to see if she could discipline another adult, supposedly with authority over her, rather quicker than she had expected. So, egging herself on, demanded, “Anything? Well, take a closer look at your girlfriends bottom and ask me to do the same to yours.”
Linda gasped as she looked across the room and saw June turn around and so her blue bruised and welted bottom was on show. She gasped and, as much as she wanted to experience the pain of being disciplined, she was concerned at seeing how red blue and welted June’s bottom was and wasn’t sure she could take that much, she told herself. However, she also had to admit that she had similar feelings when staying with Emma and Sandra when Emma had only once snapped at her and she felt aroused by the thought of submitting to the teenager.
So, hearing the order given to her by Emma, she went and stood just behind June and looked down and saw her bottom was even more red and blue bruised and welted than she thought it was from across the room. Equally, she licked her lips and now felt even more aroused at the thought of having her bottom turned red blue and welted, knowing that she found the thought of being disciplined by June such a great turn on. What did worry her, though, was what would happen afterwards if Emma ever let it be known to her mum that she had disciplined her. Linda knew one of her failings was being short-tempered and that she snapped at people too quickly and too often even though she knew Emma’s mum didn’t like that trait in her. It had even led her to think asking Sandra to discipline her whenever she did snap at someone might make her better behaved but hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask her. What would happen if ever it was known that she had already submitted to Emma’s discipline, she wondered with more than a little concern?
What Linda found strange, however, about her feelings of disciplinary submission was that she was normally the one in charge of a relationship, and she was with Sandra. She had a responsible job as a solicitor and was quite the leader at work. She also ran the financial aspects of the home and organised the social diary for them both. Yet, she went to see June so often at the college, on the presumption of discussing Emma’s work, but, in reality, she knew that June was a disciplinarian and had wanted to experience submitting to her, just as she knew several friends daughters had to do when sent to June at college.
Emma had always seen Linda as being someone quite forceful and confident and so was surprised to now find her doing what she was told so easily. She started to wonder whether, just as Miss Johnson had submitted today to a particularly severe spanking and caning, maybe Linda also wanted to submit? After all, she had miss-read Miss Johnson who she thought was an out and out disciplinarian and yet here she was with a red and blue bruised bottom with a dozen raised red welts to boot. The way that Linda was still looking at Miss Johnson’s bottom she was getting more and more sure that she wanted to see what it was like to be disciplined as well.
Linda gazed at June’s bottom but noticeably didn’t argue against being disciplined. After all, she knew that she had never been caned and wanted to experience it and during one of the first meetings with June had suggested parents sometimes needed to be disciplined. June had clearly taken that on board and when she threw the sickie had told her and arranged for her to come to stay and said that she would bring a cane with her. So, today Linda was expecting to be spanked and caned by June and so it was a shock to find that is what had just happened to her, and by Emma no less. So, as Emma had now threatened to discipline her for the very real reason of appearing to be cheating on her mum it made even more sense to still experience the caning she had hankered over for so long.
Emma studied Linda’s rear view and saw her lovely legs with rather tight white cotton shorts and a pink vest top. She knew Linda had full breasts and pictured her getting undressed, so, as Linda still just gazed at Miss Johnson’s bare bottom, she ordered, “I said you needed to be disciplined and I have told you how. So, do I tell mum or do I deal with you myself?”
Linda swallowed hard as she was jolted out of her thoughts and knew she wanted to keep this from Sandra if she could. So, she turned around and looking as though she would cry at any moment, said with a respectful tone, “Please will you deal with me, Emma. I really am sorry and love your mum so much.”
Emma kept a straight face as she thought how great it would be to not just discipline the headmistress she had a crush on and had now had tongue sex with, but also her mum’s girlfriend. Still, Linda sounded sincere, but then people can when faced with impending discipline and looking for their disciplinarian to be sympathetic. Well, Emma didn’t have any real feelings of sympathy and just focussed on the enjoyment she was going to get from disciplining Linda, albeit she doubted there would be any tongue sex afterwards. Emma glared at Linda as she ordered, “Right, Linda, get undressed do I can spank your very naughty bottom.”
Linda winced at the instruction although as she pulled her vest top over her head wanted to ask about the caning she was going to get, but decided she had better let Emma make all of the decisions about that. As she thought that she realised that in her own mind she already saw Emma as being in charge even though just a teenager against her own forty-three-years. How strange she thought, although as she folded her vest top and put it on the table next to what she supposed were June’s clothes she also found it strangely sexy and arousing. How and why she wasn’t sure, except she had masturbated when thinking about her meeting with June today and so that showed she was turned on by the thought of being disciplined.
Linda wasn’t feeling at all embarrassed about undressing as she put her hands behind her back, unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught it, and put it on top of her vest top. She was very confident with her body and happily walked around the house naked when only Emma and Sandra were there. She also assumed that she would be pretty much undressed when spanked by June, so the only real difference was that she was going to be spanked by Emma. She had the same thoughts as she eased her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down together with her knickers, stepped out of them both, and put them with her other clothes. She did feel suddenly defenceless as she stood facing Emma, now fully naked, but really would have done anything that Emma agreed to, so long as she didn’t tell her mum.
Emma didn’t have any particular sexual feelings towards Linda and had certainly felt more aroused when she saw Miss Johnson undress. However, this was not so much about sexual attraction and much more about discipline, although she allowed herself to gaze at Linda’s naked body for a short while, before going and sitting down on the dining chair, making sure the paddle hairbrush was on the floor directly where Linda’s face would be, then pointed to her lap and ordered, “Now get your naughty bottom across my lap.”
Linda felt more self-conscious as she stood to Emma’s side looking down at her bare lap, but as she eased herself down, lowering her full weight across Emma’s bare thighs, catching her fall with her hands, and then had the close-up look of Emma’s upside down bare legs, and her own dangling on the far side of the chair, she realised that her very submissive position was bad enough in private but would be even more humiliating with June watching her being spanked.
Emma waited for Linda to settle down across her lap before placing her hand on her bare bottom and rubbing in circles. She again relished the feel of her hand on soft flesh, and she had to admit that it did feel rather sexy that she was about to spank a woman who might, one day soon, be her step-mum. Once again, it was role reversal and something that she found particularly arousing. She did assume that Linda would find the role reversal humiliating, and, Emma realised, that humiliation was very much part of discipline. So, it was added fun that Miss Johnson was in the room and would watch the spanking, albeit still with her hands on her head.
Linda knew she couldn’t ask for June to be sent out of the room as she had given Emma authority over her and so it was up to her to decide whether June should watch or not.
June was happy enough to watch Emma spank another adult but kept her hands on top of her head, as that was what she expected if she were disciplining two of the girls at the same time. She was now so much in submissive adult mode that she did that quite naturally and was a long way from thinking how it would normally be her who gave the spanking.
Emma kept a stern glare on her face as she saw Miss Johnson standing quite close to her still naked and still with her hands on her head, and with a tear-stained face, as she looked down at Linda’s bare bottom. Was that a look of desire, she suddenly wondered and then supposed it may just be that Miss Johnson was thinking how she would normally be the one to give the spanking.
Emma, though, was now happy she had disciplinary control over her headmistress and was about to discipline her mum’s girlfriend who until now had been very quick to scold her even when her mum was there. So she reinforced her control by continuing to rub Linda’s bare bottom cheeks in circles, and then rubbing the backs of her thighs, all the time knowing that Linda would be getting more and more tense at the thought of having her bottom spanked and caned as hard as Miss Johnson had been, and having it turned glowing red, blue bruised, and with thick raised welts.
Emma also felt that she understood how to give a discipline spanking, given how hard she had spanked Miss Johnson. She also knew that she had two adults, one standing and watching her have control of the other who was now across her lap. Both adults were completely naked, which, although not so humiliating, was clearly an indication of their submission to the eighteen-year-old. So, now focusing, she started to spank Linda on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed how her fleshy bottom swirled around as each spank landed just as had happened when she had spanked Miss Johnson. On and on she landed spanks on alternate bottom cheeks and enjoyed watching as the bottom cheeks were turned deeper and deeper shades of red. There was also a sense of satisfaction listening to Linda’s increasingly loud gasps of pain as the stinging took a hold over her. As much as any adult probably thought that they would be able to cope with a spanking from a teenager, Emma knew from her experience with Miss Johnson that that wasn’t the case with her, and, even if Linda thought that to be the case, she was certainly going to learn how wrong she was.
So Emma continued to land spank after spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks before changing tack, as she had done before and started to spank the same bottom cheek several times before spanking the other bottom cheek several times. She could see how each bottom cheek was surrendering as the spanks focused on the same cheek, and also how Linda’s gasps got ever louder and louder and Emma knew that Linda was certainly learning very quickly how much a spanking hurt.
Linda was gasping as the sparks continued, and even more so as the spanks landed time and again on the same bottom cheek before landing time and again on the other bottom cheek. The stinging intensified and she felt tears well up in her eyes and supposed she wouldn’t be able to stop herself dissolving into tears before much longer. Of course, she told herself that she was caught fairly and squarely by Emma and so she could hardly complain that she was being disciplined. She had risked a loving relationship with Emma‘s mum, and really would do anything to retain it. Of course, when she had told Emma that she would do anything, she had not expected to be spanked. Once she saw the colour of June’s bottom she knew that she was going to be in for a painful time, and now she was across Emma’s lap she was experiencing exactly that. However, she knew that she had to submit to the teenager and would continue to do so even though the pain was intensifying and tears were now dribbling down her face.
Emma kept on spanking Linda’s bottom until she could tell that she was struggling and turned her attention to the backs of her legs when the gasps got louder and she saw Linda tense her arms and legs. What she loved as well was how Linda stayed across her lap which she decided meant that she really did know she needed to obey her or risk her telling her mum.
Once she had turned the backs of Linda’s legs as red as her bottom cheeks she demanded, “Pass me the hairbrush you naughty girl.”
Linda heard the instruction and scrambled around for the hairbrush but with her blurred vision only managed to push it beyond her grasp.
Emma saw how Linda tried to do as she was told but pushed the brush away and decided to use that to give her a more intense punishment. She glared at Miss Johnson and ordered, “Pick the hairbrush up. This very naughty girl has deliberately shoved the hairbrush away and so she must pay the price for her naughtiness.”
Linda was distraught as she didn’t do it on purpose but knew she had to leave Emma to make all of the decisions.
June obediently picked up the hairbrush and handed it to Emma, thankful it wasn’t her who had been naughty.
Emma took the brush and tapped it twice on each bottom cheek, and said very sternly, “I will be giving you double the number of spanks I was going to give you with this hairbrush you very naughty girl.”
Linda was very concerned because she knew she hadn’t pushed the brush away deliberately, but it looked as though she was being blamed for exactly that. She had already found the hand spanking harder than she had expected and so was not looking forward at all to being spanked with what she knew was a rather thick wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. Her worst fears were realised as soon as the first spank landed on her far bottom cheek, and she couldn’t stop herself yelp with the pain. Of course, it didn’t stop her being spanked so hard and she yelped each time that Emma landed spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks with the wooden-backed paddle. and she was crying uncontrollably before very long and knew that tears were freely dribbling down her face. Of course, she knew that she deserved to be punished, but not for something that she felt she hadn’t actually done. However, she supposed sometimes you did get spanked when it wasn’t your fault, and this was one of those times, and, as the spanks continued, she supposed that Emma was also enforcing her control over her, which is something she supposed she would have done in the same circumstances and was suddenly fully reconciled to having to submit to the teenager.
Emma continued to land harder and harder spanks knowing that Linda couldn’t help pushing the hairbrush away, but it was still great fun to be able to dominate her mum’s girlfriend. She supposed, anyway, it was pretty much like spanking her step-mum, except Linda and her mum were not married, but it was still someone who had scolded her on several occasions given that she thought she was taking on the step-mum’s role. Well here was role reversal where the step-daughter spanked the step-mum and she was really enjoying it.
Emma had reckoned on giving Linda thirty spanks on each bottom cheek with the hairbrush. However, she fully intended doubling the punishment, but mainly because she felt that this would help put her in the position of authority over Linda later on. So, she continued the spanking and landed a further thirty spanks on each bottom cheek and watched as she turned Linda’s bottom the same bruised blue that she had done to June. She even smiled to herself knowing that there were still twelve strokes of the cane left to give.
Linda was still crying uncontrollably as the heavier and heavier spanks continued. Of course, she wasn’t sure that each spank was heavier, but they certainly stung more and more as they continued to land on both bottom cheeks. She still didn’t hate Emma just because she was spanking her so hard, pretty much as anyone being spanked didn’t hate the person spanking them so long as they respected them, and Linda knew that she did respect Emma for taking control and dealing with her when she clearly needed to be disciplined. In fact, had she realised that Emma could deal with her so well she would have asked her in the first place to deal with her. She knew that it would be embarrassing if Sandra found out, but she now certainly wanted one of them to have disciplinary control over her.
Emma eventually put down the hairbrush and rubbed Linda’s very warm and blue bruised bottom, looked at the back of her head, and ordered, “Now get up and bend over and grab the seat of this chair, you very naughty girl. You deserve the cane and I intend giving you twelve very hard strokes.“
Linda heard the instruction even though she was still crying but reminded herself that she wanted to be caned because she had fantasised about that for so long. She realised that so often, in reality, she really did act as though she was a spoiled teenager, pretty much the same age as Emma and that being disciplined would help control her tantrums. She could quite see herself submitting to Emma again, but also to Sandra, although she would want to keep the two separate. As she eased herself up from Emma’s lap she even pictured herself being scolded by Emma and ordered to take off her knickers and bend over her lap for another spanking. She didn’t find the thought erotic but was now something that she felt that would do her a lot of good and improve her behaviour. She did still find being disciplined by Sandra erotic and wanted even more than before today to submit to her maternal authority.
Emma watched as Linda got back up onto her feet, faced towards the chair, bent over and grabbed the seat, and then positioned her legs far enough apart that her bottom was now deliciously presented to be caned. She wondered whether Linda had ever been caned before, but assumed not as she had come here for that experience. Maybe, then, she had studied being caned on some website which explained how best to present her bottom. Either way, Emma looked at Linda’s blue bruised bottom and knew that she was now going to add a dozen raised welts. As she thought that, she looked towards June and ordered, “Fetch me the cane, girl.“
June had to admit to feeling flutters flying around her vagina as she heard Emma’s strict instruction and immediately obeyed the teenager. She did find it strange that whilst she had disciplined so many of the girls at college she was now finding it so erotic to be submissive herself. She knew that she didn’t get aroused by caning the girls at college because that was a real position of authority which was part of her job and she supposed she would’ve been horrified if she was getting any kind of erotic feelings from doing the job. However, this was very different, and even though Emma was one of her students at college she wouldn’t be forever and that might be the time to make contact with her and to submit to her continuing authority.
June obediently collected the cane and went and handed it to Emma, blushing as she did so. She really did see Emma as being an authoritative figure, even though still a teenager. Still, June accepted there was nothing wrong with submitting to the discipline of someone younger than herself, so long as that person dealt with her fairly. More, as she watched Emma position herself, she realised that being submissive was sexual, and, as she squeezed her thighs, she realised that she could easily bring herself to an orgasm just by watching Emma cane Linda.
Emma positioned herself and rubbed the cane back and forth across June’s sumptuous looking bottom as she listened to her heavy breathing which she realised was a sign that June hadn’t been caned before. Emma always saw Linda as a dominant person and so had been surprised that she had continued to obey her apparently so willingly, but maybe it really was because she wanted to experience being spanked and caned. Well, if so, then she would certainly be experiencing the caning just as she had already been spanked and paddled so hard. Emma then wondered if it was Linda’s strong personality that wouldn’t let her admit that she was wrong and to walk away. That was the more likely reason that she had bent over and presented her bottom, but if that was the case, then it was still a good reason to give her the hard caning she didn’t want, Emma reasoned with herself, so justifying what she was about to do whatever the real reason.
Linda was already struggling with her stinging bottom as she bent over and presented her bottom just as she had read how to do on the caning web site. She was certainly tense and pensive as she felt the cane rubbed across her bottom time and again but she was about to get almost what she had come here to receive, except she was going to be caned by the eighteen-year-old daughter of her girlfriend rather than the headmistress of the college that same eighteen-year-old attended. However, as she looked at the seat of the chair, and then at the floor behind her and saw Emma’s bare upside-down legs and that her calf muscles tensed, she fully accepted that there wasn’t any difference between being caned by Emma or June, just as there was clearly no difference being spanked and thrashed with the wooden-backed hairbrush by Emma rather than June. The age reversal made so much sense to her, as she had before now thought about Emma disciplining her with her “Do as I say, or else,” ever so authoritative tone of voice. What was much more important than age was that the person doing the wrong was the one on the receiving end, no matter the age of the person disciplining her, which was what was happening right here and now.
Emma focused on Linda’s bottom as she pulled the cane back and then brought it back down with a loud thwack on her waiting bottom. She smiled wickedly as she saw the red welt develop, just as it did when she had caned Miss Johnson when she already had red and blue bruised bottom cheeks. So, continuing to enjoy her position of authority, she pulled her arm back a second time and brought the cane down with another loud thwack just below the first stroke, and watched the second red welt develop.
Linda held her breath as saw Emma’s calf muscles tense and she realised the cane was on its way down, heard the thwack, and then felt the almost instantaneous pain cascade around her bottom. It hurt much more than she had anticipated but was determined to stay bent down and so clasped the seat of the chair even more tightly than she already had. That didn’t stop her yelping again as the second stroke landed and she knew that she shook her head with her eyes tightly closed in a bid to deal with the pain. The third stroke had pretty much the same impact except the pain was more intense, and the fourth stroke had her shaking her head with her eyes closed and hissing in and out through clenched teeth. By now she also knew tears were dribbling down her face as the pain of the cane already on top of the pain of the hand spanking and hairbrush paddling was so intense. However, she had coped so far, and maintained her intention to take all twelve strokes that Emma had promised to give her.
Emma counted the four red welts as she pulled her arm back and then landed the fifth stroke and, as the cane cut into Linda’s so spankable bottom before bouncing back out, she listened to her pained yelp and watched as she shook her head in real distress. It was quite something to see, and more erotic than she had expected it to be, but, as she landed the sixth stroke, she was now used to seeing the result of the pain that she was inflicting, and once again saw it as her position of authority. Either way, she loved the way that Linda was shaking her whole body as a direct reaction to the well-deserved pain, emphasising that by the way her breasts swayed to and fro as she shook her head.
Linda was happy that she had got through the first half of the caning, although realised that the next six strokes would be even more pain-filled. However, the feeling of submission was sending flutters flying around her vagina, and she could sense her nipples were taut, just as she hoped they would be. She knew that she wasn’t particularly close to an orgasm but again hoped that that would happen once the caning was over. She knew that when June caned the girls at college they had to leave her study rubbing their bottoms with tears dribbling down their face, and without having a maternal hug. Linda was also reconciled to doing the same because she knew that she couldn’t accept that hug from Emma. She would’ve been able to from June, but as they were both the ones being disciplined she reckoned that that wasn’t going to happen.
As the seventh stroke landed so Linda once again yelped and shook her head with her eyes tightly closed and was hissing in and out through clenched teeth. The eighth stroke was even more difficult to cope with.
Emma was still really enjoying herself as she watched the ninth stroke develop and listened to Linda’s pain-filled yelp as she wiggled her bottom. Emma landed the tenth stroke and as Linda wiggled her bottom once again she thought how kissable it suddenly was. She reminded herself, though, as she landed the eleventh stroke, that what was important was that she was going to impose her authority over Linda and so fingering her to an orgasm wasn’t going to help there as she was her mum’s girlfriend. She also told herself that it would be far better to have disciplinary control over Linda and to make the decisions when her mum wasn’t around and then make herself cum afterwards. So, as she landed the eleventh stroke and listened to Linda’s really pain-filled yelp and heard her sob and saw her wiggle her bottom and shake her head breathing in and out through clenched teeth and bend her legs, so she told herself she had to ensure that was the end game. So, as she landed the twelfth stroke making sure it was the hardest of all and saw Linda collapse into uncontrolled crying, so she was happy with what she had done and how she had done it.
Linda held onto the seat of the chair as the pain cascaded around her bottom but found she was settling down as the time moved on since the final very hard stroke. As much as her bottom was stinging she was now getting more and more aroused by the fact that she had been disciplined by an eighteen-year-old and knew that she had deserved every spank and every stroke because she had been dishonest to her girlfriend, Emma’s mum. She knew she didn’t want Emma to give her finger sex but would have loved it with her mum, and needed to work out how the three-way relationship should now work. She knew that Sandra was away at work a lot and her own office was only a short drive away, whilst Emma was at home all the time her mum was away. So, whilst she could see the benefit of Sandra disciplining her, it made more sense for Emma to have unquestioned authority over her whenever Sandra was away, but could that work, she wondered?
As Linda was thinking these thoughts Emma was wondering how she could ensure she was in charge for the long periods of time her mum was away on work and she was in the house alone with Linda. She was pretty sure that Linda thought that she was going to be in charge, but Emma knew that had to change after today’s events.
Emma realised that Linda, as well as struggling to cope with the pain, was happy enough to stay bent down clasping the seat of the chair, and wondered if that was a sign of her desire to submit to her authority. To test her, she decided to check whether Linda had similar feelings towards her mum, and asked in a stern voice, “Has my mum spanked you yet?”
Linda wasn’t quite thinking straight as she heard the question, and replied, “No but hopefully she will.” Linda then realised what she had said and tried to retract, saying, “No, I mean, erm, err, no, erm,” but couldn’t think what to say.
Emma realised that Linda’s stuttering response and denial proved beyond doubt that Linda did want to continue with her submissive role. She, therefore, demanded, “Presumably you need to be disciplined to stop some of the childish behaviour and stroppiness you succumb to?”
Linda knew that that was exactly why she needed to be disciplined, and, now that she had been spanked and caned for the first time, she knew that if she accepted either Emma or Sandra’s authority over her that it would help her improve her character. She certainly saw the benefit of Sandra having that authority but was worried that because she was away on work so often, she would simply be overbearing again with Emma when it was just the two of them in the house. She realised, therefore, that as Emma had shown today that she was authoritative and certainly more mature than her years, it just as much sense to accept her disciplinary control. How would that work, though, when Emma‘s mum was around, she still wondered tensely?
Emma was thinking pretty much along the same lines, and said, “Well, as mum is away so often, I’m certainly not going to accept your bad moods and snappiness for those long periods. I think what is clear is that you do need someone with authority to discipline you when it is their decision and not yours. Therefore, I now expect you to accept my full authority over you, with my decision being the only decision that is necessary. I will only exercise that authority when mum is not around, either when away on work or if she leaves the house for an hour or so and it is just the two of us there. If you agree to that then I will not tell her that you came here today to be disciplined by Miss Johnson.”
With that, Emma pulled her arm back and landed the cane again across Linda’s bare bottom and listened to her pain-filled yelp which would’ve been louder because of the shock of not expecting the cane stroke. So, as she landed the second stroke in quick succession, and heard Linda’s even louder yelp, and saw that she stayed in place clasping the seat of the chair with whitened knuckles, that told her what Linda’s decision was.
Linda had certainly not expected the double stroke, but, as she cried out and wiggled her bottom and shook her head from side to side and hissed in and out through clenched teeth, so she knew that it was exactly right that she should accept Emma’s authority over her. It was bound to come out, eventually, when Emma‘s mum would discover her reddened bottom, or even her blue bruised bottom, or even a bottom with a dozen or more raised red welts, but hopefully, that would be some time down the road. In the meantime, she knew that by having Emma with authority over her she would have to be far more careful about what she said and what she did and that would definitely work in her own best interest. She was even looking forward to Emma telling her in her, ‘Do as I say, or else,’ tone of voice to take her knickers off and then her skirt or shorts, and then get across her lap to be given a very hard hand spanking, maybe also even several dozen spanks with the thick hairbrush, and even more, a dozen or more strokes with that horribly painful cane. However, she knew that she would learn every single time she was disciplined by Emma and that Sandra would find out but condone it realising that Emma was in charge and she didn’t have to worry about any silly arguments between them when she was away for work. After all, they had had the discussion several times already because Sandra was concerned that Linda got out of hand when by herself with Emma, and that would stop that happening for sure.
So, when Emma ordered, “Okay, Linda. What is your decision?“ Linda opened her eyes although could not quite see the seat of the chair because of the tears that filled her eyes, nor could she see Emma’s upside-down legs for the same reason, but she said, sobbing, “I will accept your authority just as you have explained it, Emma. I know it will do me a lot of good.”
Emma was delighted with the response and said, “Then that is settled, Linda, and do not worry because I will make sure I am particularly strict with you.” She then added sternly, “Now get dressed so we can get home. Mum is still away so the new rules apply.”
Emma saw Linda pick up her clothes and get dressed. She took the opportunity to stand in front of the still naked Miss Johnson who stood obediently with her hands on her head. Emma said sternly, “Don’t forget, Johnson, if I get sent to your study it will be you getting caned by me.”
Miss Johnson understood and replied, “Yes, Miss.”
To reinforce her control Emma ran her finger up and down Miss Johnson’s very wet pussy lips and brought her to a very quick orgasm.
Miss Johnson gasped as she came and then mouthed, ‘Thank you, Miss,’ to a wickedly smirking Emma.
As she got herself dressed Linda was sobbing but very content with how things had turned out, and wondered how quickly she would have to submit to another spanking from the teenager.
Emma and Linda chatted happily as they walked home together, albeit Emma feeling like the maternal step-mum and Linda her often naughty step-daughter. When they got home Linda went to her room where she lay on the bed running her fingers along her very wet pussy lips, easing her fingers inside her temple and also flicked her very taught clit, and squeezed her taut nipples, and quickly bought herself to an orgasm.
Downstairs, Emma sat on the sofa, eased her fingers inside her knickers and along her own very wet pussy lips, and thought about how she would be dealing with Linda in future. As she flicked her taut clit so she knew that she would be severe and strict just as she had promised to be, but that would lead to a far better life at home for them both when her mum was away.
