Miss Sonia Cook was staying at Rachel’s house. Miss Cook was Rachel’s forty-six-year-old ex-biology teacher and prior to her GCSE’s tutored Rachel at her home. The exam was two weeks ago now.
Rachel was seventeen-years-old. It was summer and Rachel was wearing a light pink vest top and matching shorts, with bare legs.
Rachel had enjoyed herself since her exams finished. She was having a juice as she waited for Miss Cook to arrive. She looked at her watch and saw that her ex-teacher was nearly fifteen minutes late. She mused over how much she was going to enjoy herself when Miss Cook finally arrived and how the two of them got to this position with one having authority over the other.
Miss Cook had tutored Rachel for two years. It was just two weeks before her exams that Rachel was at Miss Cook’s house being tutored there. Miss Cook had left Rachel to work on the computer for about fifteen minutes to allow her to answer a test question. Rachel had finished it much more quickly than that and had had a few minutes to spare which she used to search the history on the computer.
Miss Cook came back in to the dining room and sat back at the table and reviewed Rachel’s answer. “Very well done,” Miss Cook said. Rachel liked the way Miss Cook dressed for a lady in her late forties. A floral sleeveless dress with a hem just above her knee. She was the epitome of a typical Mum except she was single.
Miss Cook smiled at Rachel and asked in a chatty tone, “Will you miss school when you go to Uni, Rachel?”
“Some things,” Rachel replied seriously. “Some of the teachers for sure,” she added smiling at Miss Cook, one of her favourites.
“University will be very different,” Miss Cook explained. “When at school you are far more regulated. At Uni you must look after your own time better.”
Rachel gave a knowing smile. “You mean I won’t have you teachers breathing down my neck badgering me?”
“Something like that,” Miss Cook said laughing. “Mind you,” she continued in a more serious tone, “It is good to have someone monitoring you. I can tell you that sometimes I wish I had someone who would remind me about my outstanding tasks. I go off at tangents so often and I find it hard to maintain momentum.” After another short pause, Miss Cook added, “You are much better at staying focused than I am, Rachel.”
Rachel asked seriously, “Is that why you’ve searched the internet for someone to help you?”
Miss Cook blushed and asked in a surprised tone, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Rachel knew she had hit a nerve. “I, erm, looked at your history.”
“My what?” Miss Cook asked quizzically.
“Don’t you know that your computer keeps a record of all of the websites you view until you clear the cache?”
Miss Cook still looked bewildered. “No, I didn’t. In fact, I wouldn’t even know where to look for it.”
Rachel pressed some keys and the history popped up. “Here,” Rachel said gleefully.
Miss Cook studied the screen and blushed a deeper and deeper red. “Oh,” is all she could say.
Rachel happily pointed to various entries. “So you see, I know you have searched sites looking for a maternal mentoring figure who would take you to task including setting boundaries.”
Miss Cook remained silent and still blushing.
Rachel continued, “So although you say it is to ensure that you keep better timing the questions you have asked suggest you want to be taken more to task.”
Miss Cook spluttered, “Well, erm, I, erm, suppose it might look that way.” Miss Cook sheepishly looked towards Rachel and added musingly, “I suppose I look at the school and see how disciplined everyone is and think I could gain from something of the same.”
Rachel was still smiling. “I think asking for someone who was particularly strict and enforced boundaries speaks for itself.”
Miss Cook swallowed hard. “I think you know what I need, Rachel. You always seem to be authoritative and confident and everyone respects you. That’s why you are the Head Girl, I suppose.”
“I know what I need to do, for sure, Miss Cook.” Rachel waited a moment before adding in an almost questioning tone, “But I’m going to Uni in five months and I reckon you need someone longer-term.”
Miss Cook answered slowly, “Five months is quite some time, really, I suppose.”
That gave Rachel the answer she needed. That she could be Miss Cook’s mentor. “I agree that in five months you would change quite a lot.”
“Change?” Miss Cook asked still blushing.
“Yes,” Rachel replied assertively.” She added, “You made it clear in your searches you were happy to accept being disciplined. I can help there as well.”
“Can you?” Miss Cook asked still blushing.
“Yes, Miss Cook. Only today you smacked the back of my hand to get my attention. Well, I see you asked for ideas about discipline and rather more than a smack on the hand was suggested. I see anything from smacked legs through to the cane in fact. I am sure I can deal with all those aspects.”
Miss Cook swallowed hard again and wasn’t sure how to respond. After all, she was forty-six-years-old and she knew Rachel was only seventeen. However, when she searched the internet, she had always sort of had Rachel in her mind so could it work, she wondered?
Miss Cook asked tentatively, “Erm, well, Rachel, how would it work? How would we be able to be together so you could help me improve?”
Rachel was still very positive. “My parents are going away for the summer. This is the first year that I will be at home by myself. I will happily tell them that you have agreed to live here and look after me. I know they like you and they have been trying to sort something out for a month or two and frankly, I don’t like any of their current suggestions so you would be doing me a favour.”
That was how come Miss Cook was staying with Rachel albeit the roles were very different to the obvious one when a forty-six-year-old looked after a seventeen-year-old. They were the opposite in fact where the seventeen-year-old had unlimited disciplinary rights over the forty-six-year-old.
Rachel heard the front door open and a few moments later a blushing Sonia Cook came into the room. She was also dressed for summer with a floral sleeveless dress and a hem just above her knees and with bare legs.
“Sorry, Miss Rachel,” Sonia said breathlessly.
Rachel sounded cross when she ordered, “No, Sonia. Sorry isn’t good enough. You know the rules and you have broken one. So go to your bedroom, get undressed, put the cane on the bed, and stand on your naughty spot.”
Sonia knew the score. She had to obey any instructions given to her by the seventeen-year-old and so didn’t argue and instead, she turned and left the room quickly going upstairs.
Rachel listened to the sounds from upstairs and was sure Sonia was going to be obedient. She thought again about their respective roles and the conversation they had had on the first day Sonia moved in.
“I had a crush on you at school,” Rachel told her ex-teacher. It wasn’t unusual they both knew.
What was unusual was Sonia’s reply. “Well, you were the Head Girl and I found you intimidating at times. You had such a confident voice. I even remember once when you asked a friend of yours to get you a pen I stood up and gave one to you.”
“I remember that,” Rachel said laughing. “I wondered why at the time.”
Sonia blushed and said submissively, “Well I suppose it was a kind of adoration. I wanted to obey you and often held myself back in view of our teacher-pupil relationship.”
Rachel replied assertively, “Ah but that relationship is no more so we can establish our new one.”
That new relationship was quickly established. Sonia wanted to be submissive to Rachel’s desires and Rachel was revelling in the ability to control an adult. It didn’t matter to her that it was an adult who was older than her own parents. Her schoolgirl crush on Miss Cook had only increased during this period of the change in control.
Sonia Cook made her way upstairs knowing she was going to be disciplined again. The last time Rachel spanked and caned her was two days ago and when she looked in the mirror this morning, she could see the lines were still showing albeit faintly. She got to her bedroom and went straight to the cupboard and took out the cane that was hanging on the inside of the door. She placed it on the bed.
Sonia started to undress. She pulled the dress up over her head and folded it carefully before putting it on the bed. She knew Rachel insisted on her clothes being neatly folded. She then unclipped her bra and let it slide down her arms catching it and folding that neatly. Finally, she stepped out of her knickers and lay them on top of her clothes before going to her naughty spot, touching her nose to the wall, and folding her arms behind her back. Her taut nipples pressed against the wall as well. She looked at the blank wall and waited.
It didn’t matter to Sonia that Rachel was only seventeen-years-old. She had had a girlfriend her own age who spanked her once. It was OK but it didn’t generate the same sexual excitement as Rachel did. She was a girl she had had an albeit hidden crush on and had a healthy respect for in her position as Head Girl. Equally for her, it was all about submission, the pain and the erotic feelings that were generated and being submissive was a real turn-on for her. So, whilst being disciplined by a woman her own age was good, as she could still have fought herself free, being disciplined by a much younger woman emphasised her submission and the fact that she had a crush on Rachel only helped.
So, Sonia squeezed her thighs together as she stared at the blank wall and knew she was getting aroused at the prospect of being disciplined again by her Head Girl.
Rachel listened out again and heard nothing so she was sure Sonia would have obeyed her instructions by now. She waited five minutes to allow Sonia to settle herself and dwell on what was about to befall her and then smiled as she made her way upstairs. She walked slowly upstairs knowing that Sonia would be listening out for her.
Sonia was standing exactly where expected on her naughty spot with her nose pressed against the wall and with her arms folded behind her back. She was naked and Rachel smiled as she saw the faint welts that remained after the caning she had given her two days before.
Sonia heard Rachel walk into the room and come over and stand behind her. Suddenly she felt Rachel’s breath on the back of her neck and she held her own breath in anticipation.
Rachel wanted to kiss Sonia’s shoulder but knew she must wait for that pleasure. Instead, she placed her palm on Sonia’s tummy and listened to the quickening breathing of her submissive ex-teacher. She ran a finger downwards and along what she knew would be an already wet vagina and also just as she knew she would Sonia let out an orgasmic gasp and as she did so Rachel pulled her free hand back and landed a hard smack on the Sonia’s bottom cheek followed by a smack on the other bottom cheek and then two more on each bottom cheek.
Sonia knew the smacks would come as they always did and she loved the way the smacks mixed pain with the pleasure of the tiny orgasm she had experienced with Rachel’s searching fingers.
Rachel saw the redness return to Sonia’s bottom and hissed into her ear, “Go and bend over and grab the chair, young lady. Six strokes are coming your way.”
Sonia swallowed hard as she was expecting a spanking first and not a cold caning. Mind you she had been smacked a few times so that might have helped. When another smack landed, she quickly turned around and saw Rachel glaring at her with her superior stance so she went over to the chair and bent over, grabbing the seat of the chair.
Rachel wasn’t happy with the way Sonia was standing. She loved how her ample breasts hung with her taut nipples. Sonia was already well aroused. However, her feet were not far enough apart for Rachel’s liking so she slid the cane between Sonia’s legs and whisked it from side to side hitting her inner thighs lightly but she knew that the constant whisking would cause her thighs to sting. Rachel ordered, “Get your legs further apart my girl.”
Sonia did as she was told placing her legs well apart and dropping her tummy so her bottom would be sticking right out and presenting the best possible target for Rachel’s cane.
Once Sonia was properly presenting her bottom Rachel smirked as she whisked the cane upwards even more lightly than when whisking the cane between her inner thighs but she was tap-tapping Sonia’s stretched vagina lips.
Sonia felt the caning of her vagina and, whilst it also stung, she had an erotic rush and gasped an orgasm again much to hers and Rachel’s mutual delight.
Rachel loved watching Sonia position herself – a much older woman submitting to her was arousing her. She knew her own pussy was damp and could not resist running her finger inside her knickers and along her wet vagina lips. Nor could she prevent herself from an erotic gasp.
Sonia heard the gasp and knew it would be the forerunner to her caning and as expected moments later she felt the cane tap lightly on her bare bottom. A moment later Sonia cried out as the cane landed with a loud thwack on her bottom. She closed her eyes tight and threw her head backwards as the pain cascaded around her bottom. It was so painful but so erotic at the same time.
Rachel watched the red line rise from Sonia’s bottom and again smiled. She was loving the power that she, a seventeen-year-old, was holding over her forty-five-year-old ex-teacher. As she landed the second stroke just below the first and watched the second red line develop so she felt quivers deep inside her pussy.
Sonia cried out as the third stroke sent an ever more intense stinging pain around her bottom. She hated the pain still but loved it even more. She so loved to be the submissive taking her most deserved punishment. She hissed in and out through clenched teeth slowly recovering but unable to completely recover before the fourth exhilarating but painful stroke.
Rachel counted the four red lines as she landed the fifth stroke again slightly below the others and was rewarded with a far louder gasp from the gorgeously naughty Sonia. Even so, Rachel wasn’t going to go any lighter as she pulled the cane back and aimed one final time even lower at that soft tissue at the top of Sonia’s thigh and when it landed was happy enough with the loudest gasp of all. When she looked at Sonia’s face, she saw the tears running down her face and happily acknowledged that she was noticeably staying obediently in position bent over with her red-lined bottom still openly on-show for her dominant caner.
Rachel allowed Sonia a few moments to recover before ordering, “Stand up, young lady.”
A still crying Sonia eased herself up only to see Rachel sit down on the chair and point to her lap. “Get over, girl,” Rachel ordered.
Sonia was anxious to rub her stinging bottom but when she heard the order from Rachel knew she had to obey and indeed wanted to obey. Once again, her desire to be dominated overcame the pain as she balanced on her hands and had a close-up of the carpet and of the backs of Rachel’s legs.
Rachel rubbed Sonia’s bottom just a few times and felt the hardening welts before she raised her hand and brought it down hard on Sonia’s hot and beautifully rounded bottom. She didn’t hold back as she spanked her open palm down on alternate bottom cheeks encircling the red wheals with reddening bottom cheeks.
Sonia cried more and more as the spanking proceeded, realising she was achieving something she had really desired. She wanted to be reduced to tears by being spanked which wouldn’t normally happen but she was because the caning had come first.
Rachel had remembered Sonia’s desire and knew a cold caning was more likely to achieve tears during a subsequent spanking and she thought that maybe next time a dozen strokes first would be even more satisfying for them both.
Sonia cried and cried and squirmed around on Rachel’s lap as the spanking proceeded apace and in fact she wanted it to continue as she was loving being across the teenager’s lap and remaining obedient.
Rachel kept on spanking until her hand hurt too much to continue but knew in that case Sonia’s bottom would be really stinging.
“You can get up, girl,” Rachel ordered.
Sonia eased herself up still crying and without asking started to rub her bottom. She knew she shouldn’t have and kept saying, “Sorry, Miss. Sorry, Miss,” time and again.
Rachel decided not to rebuke Sonia for rubbing her bottom and as the weeks went by, she was sure she would be teaching Sonia lots of new rules including that one.
Rachel looked at the naked Sonia and started to get undressed. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the bed as it wasn’t necessary for her to fold her dress neatly. That was a rule for naughty ex-teachers only. Her bra and knickers quickly followed. She then went up to the still crying Sonia and took a nipple between the thumb and finger of each hand and as she squeezed and loved the way Sonia cried out but made no attempt to pull away.
Rachel guided Sonia to the far side of the bed and made her lie down before climbing on top of the still crying ex-teacher. She kissed her on the mouth easing her tongue inside Sonia’s yielding mouth.
Sonia welcomed the warm touch of Rachel’s exploring fingers as they gently crept down towards her pussy lips and eased inside, easily finding and flicking her clit and she gasped out loud in orgasm as Rachel’s fingers played with her.
Sonia was eager to help Rachel towards her own orgasm so she searched out her pussy and similarly found her clit and flicked it more and more intently, listening to Rachel’s hardening breathing and then uncontrolled orgasmic gasps.
Both women revelled in each other as alternately Rachel kissed and licked Sonia’s stinging bottom and the backs of her legs whilst Sonia kissed and caressed Rachel’s firm breasts and taut nipples. Both erupted in wild uninhibited orgasms.
On and on they played with each other, caressing and kissing and squeezing and hugging.
It was morning before they awoke still in each other’s arms.
“Good morning, Miss,” Sonia said smiling as she looked lovingly at the teenager.
“I hope you learned your lesson, young lady,” Rachel said smiling but with a sharp tone.
Both knew their role-playing would continue and that it was only a matter of time until Rachel would spank and cane Sonia again. Equally, both knew Sonia was the one in control as it was up to her to be disobedient.
Rachel told herself she could wait but doubted it would be too long anyway before Sonia broke another rule.
