Dale and Sandra were both sitting in the restaurant even though it was well past the time they were told they had to be back at the care home. It was summertime and they were both in their normal sleeveless floral dresses with the hems really high up their thighs. Of course, Dale knew that was deliberately designed like that to enable the carers to smack their legs if they needed to.
Both Dale and Sandra were sixty-eight-years-old. Dale had now been at the home for a few years, whilst Sandra was a new resident. Dale thought her a lovely lady and certainly didn’t mind that she was chubby with huge breasts and so a large cleavage, and had quite a tummy bulge and fleshy legs. She also loved it that Sandra had the background of someone born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was used to having staff both to help around the house and to order about.
She knew it was very different to be at this care home where she was supposed to follow the instructions of the teenage carers and teenage Governess Stone. She knew that all of the carers, as well as Governess Stone, were just eighteen-years-old, and so found it particularly difficult to follow their instructions because they were some fifty years younger than herself.
That was so different from Dale, who loved it that a whole group of eighteen-year-old girls were in charge of her.
Dale was getting more and more nervous as they continued to sit in the restaurant. She had suggested to Sandra that they should pay and get back to the home because otherwise, they would both be in trouble. But Sandra had scoffed at the suggestion and replied, “Oh don’t be so silly, Dale, the carers and Governess Stone are staff, whilst we are paying residents and they need to be shown just who is in charge.“
Dale replied nervously, “Well, Sandra, it doesn’t work that way. My friend, Mary, reported one of the carers to Governess Stone for giving her a bare bottom spanking. Until then the carers had only been allowed to smack our legs. However, Governess Stone took the carer’s side and immediately expelled Mary from the home, and immediately decreed that the carers could spank us from that time on.”
Notwithstanding the warning, Sandra continued to sip her glass of wine and even ordered another bottle, and happily told Dale to stop worrying and that she would deal with it when they got back later on.
Dale had to admit that she did like Sandra‘s attitude, and listened avidly to her tales of what happened in her household with her in charge. Dale had felt more and more comfortable in Sandra‘s company and had even admitted to her that she respected Governess Stone and the carers. Shed readily accepted her legs should be smacked, and her bottom should be spanked, and even caned when she broke the rules.
She didn’t go as far as to admit, just then, that she had always had a desire to be disciplined by a teenage girl. So, in fact, by living under the disciplinary regime at the home, she was also living out a long-held dream.
The conversation was cut short when two of the carers, Larson and Abbott, walked into the restaurant. They walked right up to where Dale and Sandra were sitting, and demanded, “You know the rules, you naughty grannies. Now pay your bill and come with us, as you have a lesson to learn.“
Dale gasped at the threat which she knew would mean at least a trip over Carer Larson’s lap. She had been exactly there several times already and knew that every spanking really hurt, not just when she spanked with her hand but more particularly when she used a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. She knew that Sandra had not yet experienced such a spanking, but Carer Abbott was also a very experienced spanker, as Dale had also experienced. Neither, though spanked as hard as Governess Stone.
Sandra took a very different stance to Dale. She glared at both carers and said, “Now look here, you two youngsters. You really must learn to respect us residents much more. We pay your salaries after all.“
Carer Larson looked around the restaurant and saw lots of people looking across towards them. She leaned forward so that she could to whisper to Dale in a stern tone, “We can either deal with this back at the care, or we will take you both to one of the empty seats where we will take down your knickers and put you across our laps and spank you right here.”
Sandra sighed throughout and was about to argue, but Dale stepped in first and said, “We will come back to the home, carer Larson.” She also gave Sandra a glaring look that told her that that was the right thing to do.
Sandra decided to let the argument go, stood up with Dale, and they both obediently followed the two teenage carers towards the exit door of the restaurant. They did notice the smiles from several of those eating at the restaurant who clearly couldn’t quite understand how come two women in their sixties were following the instructions of two girls who were only eighteen or nineteen-years-old. Nevertheless, Sandra went and paid the bill before the four of them left the restaurant.
When they got back to the care home, Carer Larson ordered, “Both of you very naughty grannies go and sit outside the study.“
As Sandra and Dale sat down, Sandra asked Dale in a chatty tone, “I haven’t been into this room. I assumed it was some kind of library. What does happen in there?”
Dale was very conscious of the residents who were walking past them towards the living room and giving them sympathetic looks. However, Dale knew from bitter experience that Governess Stone never held back on the severity of a punishment, although she was very fair in her decision making.
Although only eighteen-years-old Dale knew that Governess Stone imposed her authority correctly and it was always the grannies’ fault when they were punished. So she was tense as she replied, “This is nothing like a library. This is where we have to meet with Governess Stone to discuss our bad behaviour. She will then decide what punishment we will receive, if she hasn’t already, that is.”
Sandra was aghast. She blustered, “I won’t have staff telling me what to do.“
Just then, Governess Stone and Carer Larson came and walked straight into the Study together only glancing towards the two grannies before they closed the door behind themselves.
Sandra was getting more and more annoyed with what was happening and said to Dale, “I really do think we should go back to our bedrooms and deal with this in the morning.“
Dale was far more submissive and pleaded, “Please, Sandra, stay here with me. If either of us leaves before we have our discussion with Governess Stone we will both suffer even more than we are so likely to.“
Sandra huffed and puffed but agreed to stay with Dale. They sat in silence, but Sandra was clearly becoming more and more aware of the glances from the other residents as they walked past. She had seen those glances before coming to the care home and they normally meant that whoever they were looking at was in some form of trouble. Sandra was suddenly getting more and more concerned given how Dale had pleaded with her to stay with her.
It was another five minutes before the door opened again and Carer Larson commanded, “Okay, both of you very naughty grannies, get in here quickly.“
As Dale and Sandra walked into the study they saw that Governess Stone was sitting behind the large desk and she had a punishment form and pen in front of her. Carer Larson was sitting in a chair to the side of the desk and sat with her legs and arms crossed and was looking very sternly at both grannies.
Governess Stone ordered, “Sit down, both of you.“
Once Sandra and Dale were seated Governess Stone explained, “You two really have put us to a lot of bother. Luckily, you have your tracking devices on you so Carer Larson was able to go straight to the restaurant. However, it has meant that both of you have missed your curfew which is strictly enforced. Have you have anything to say?“
Dale immediately said, “I am so sorry, Governess Stone. I won’t ever do it again.“
Sandra looked rather surprised at Dale’s submissive response, and she said in a rather stronger tone, “Surely if there is a curfew then we should be told that before leaving the care home?”
Governess Stone glared at Sandra and said, “We told you on your first day here that all of the rules are set out in the book in your room. We also told you that it was your responsibility to read the rules and to ask any questions if you had any queries. So far as I am aware you have not asked a single question about any of the rules and therefore the presumption is that you have read them and understood them and have agreed to abide by them.”
Sandra seemed to be quite taken aback by the stern statement from Governess Stone, but felt she was used to dealing with staff and demanded to know, “Who do I complain to if I feel that you are overstepping your authority, Governess Stone?”
Sandra was concerned at the look of surprise on Carer Larson’s face and turned towards Dale to see how aghast she looked as well. She then looked towards Governess Stone who leaned forward with her elbows on the desk and a wicked smirk on her face as she said sternly, “I am the judge and jury here so I can decide at any time to expel you from the care home for insolent behaviour, or deal with your very naughty bare bottom as severely as I decide. Does that answer your question?”
Sandra was becoming less and less sure of herself as she swallowed hard and replied, “Am I then to understand that you have the final say?”
Governess Stone gave Sandra another smirk and replied, “Exactly. Maybe now you understand?”
Sandra could tell from the looks on the faces of both Carer Larson and Dale that she had certainly overstepped the mark, but, of course, she hadn’t bothered to read the rule book and so it looked like she only had yourself to blame.
Governess Stone saw that all resistance had gone from Sandra, and ordered, “So now we will deal with you both. I have given the order for all of the residents to come to the living room to watch you both being dealt with. So, to get ready for that, both of you get undressed.”
Sandra was shocked but saw that Dale obediently stood up and was getting undressed. She had put her arms behind her back and unzipped her dress and pushed it down towards the floor. As she did so she caught her knickers with her thumbs and stepped out of both items of clothing, picked them up, folded the dress quickly, and put the dress with her knickers on a chair. She then put her arms behind your back, unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught it, and placed her bra with her other clothes.
She then stood naked, with her hands on her head, showing off all of her creases, turkey neck, very full drooping breasts, flabby tummy, and fleshy thighs. She didn’t mind being naked though as she loved how her body was and felt sexy whilst she was naked.
Seeing Dale undress, Sandra decided to follow suit, basically because she knew that although she had been extremely wealthy at one stage she had managed to lose her whole fortune, and so if she was expelled from the care home, she didn’t know where she would be able to afford to go. It was at that moment that she realised that she really did have to follow whatever instructions these authoritative teenagers gave her.
So, standing up, she also unzipped her dress and pushed it down towards the floor, catching her knickers on the way, stepping out of both, also folding her dress neatly, and placing it with her knickers on another chair. She was blushing as she put her arms behind your back and unclipped her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms, catching it, and put it with the rest of her clothes. As she saw that Dale had put her hands on her head she thought that she had better follow suit and did the same.
It was then that Governess Stone and Carer Larson allowed themselves to smile at what they saw was an even chubbier body than Dale’s. Of course, quite a few of the residents had large bodies with far more fat than they had had in their younger days. What was particularly noticeable to both teenagers was Sandra’s ever so large drooping breasts, turkey neck, and bat wings. It never mattered to the grannies, to be fair, except when they saw the usually well-toned arms and legs of the carer’s and of Governess Stone who all happily used the gym that was in the care home, knowing that the grannies didn’t.
Dale watched as Sandra got undressed but wasn’t thinking at all how she was chubbier than herself. What she knew was that Governess Stone had not yet stated what the punishment would be. Of course, Dale was also aware that whilst she was now very used to being disciplined in front of the other residents, they knew from her taut nipples that she was actually turned on by being disciplined by teenage girls the age of Governess Stone and the carers.
This was something that Dale had never been able to admit to anyone almost her whole life. So now that she was at this care home and so unexpectedly having to submit to the authority of eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls, she was actually living out her almost lifelong desire. Whenever she was waiting on tenterhooks for her punishment not only were her nipples taut, but her vagina vibrated with flutters and her pussy lips got just so damp as well. She often wondered if the residents could tell just how aroused she was, but no one ever mentioned it to her.
Dale hadn’t expected that being spanked by a girl’s hand, or with a wooden paddle, or with a cane, was going to be anywhere near as painful as she now discovered that it was, and she was always reduced to uncontrolled crying. But she also knew that by the time she got to bed her pussy lips would be really damp and she would get her first climatic orgasm within moments. It never stopped there, of course, because she gave herself more orgasms before tiring herself out and being ready to go to sleep.
The one hang back was that she had to make sure that her erotic gasps were not heard by anyone who might be standing outside her room. So she had to make sure that her head was buried in her pillow as she groaned her way towards each orgasm. However, that was a very small price to pay for living out of fantasy.
Having said that, Dale certainly didn’t break the rules on purpose just to get disciplined. Mind you, that was mainly because she broke the rules anyway enough times to satisfy her desires.
So, as Governess Stone and Carer Larson remained seated but were glaring at the two naked grannies. Dale was waiting anxiously to find out what the punishment would be. She was absolutely certain that she would have her bare bottom spanked both with one of the teenager’s hands, as well as one of the all too thick wooden-backed paddle hairbrushes.
What she didn’t know, however, was how many strokes of the cane she was likely to get. She knew that she had long desired to receive thirty-six strokes and had watched enviously as others had taken that penalty. Would today be her turn, she wondered?
Governess Stone let out a heavy sigh, as though treating this is hard work, but everyone knew that she relished disciplining the grannies. She certainly enjoyed it, and it got her aroused, but she also saw it as her duty to enforce the rules that had been set for the care home. Because once those rules weren’t enforced she was pretty sure that the grannies would try to impose their own control and make the life of the carers, and herself, far more difficult than it now was.
So, already deciding what the punishment would be, she set out in a stern tone, “I have decided the punishment that you will both have. You will both be taken from here to the living room, and there your bare bottoms will be spanked both with a hand and with a paddle, and you will then both be given thirty-six strokes of the senior cane.”
Sandra was aghast. She wanted to object but what kept going through her mind was that if she did there was the likelihood that she would not just have to submit to that punishment, but afterwards, be told by Governess Stone that she had to leave the home. She glanced sideways and saw that Dale clearly had accepted the punishment and so she now knew that she also had no choice but to accept as well.
Dale knew that Sandra was following her lead, but it was the right lead. Sure, they will both be sent to bed with the most awfully stinging bottoms, but they had broken the rules and so deserved it.
Governess Stone smiled to herself as she saw Sandra fight her emotions knowing that she wanted to argue but realising that she couldn’t. It was one of the really nice things about being a Governess, as she was able to impose her authority over grannies like these two who were some fifty-years older than herself. So, satisfied, Governess Stone opened the drawer to the desk and took out two thick wooden spatulas and handed one to Carer Larson. They both then got up and walked to the front of the desk and stood behind Dale and Sandra.
Governess Stone smiled and nodded towards Carer Larson, and then said to the backs of the heads of the two grannies, “Keep your hands on your head as we walk, and no talking.”
Governess Stone then pulled her arm back and landed the spatula with a loud thwack on Dale’s bottom whilst Carer Larson did the same to Sandra. As both grannies gasped, so Dale started to walk towards the door, and Sandra did the same, whilst at each step, their bottoms were spanked again with the wooden spatulas.
Once out in the corridor, the spanks continued as the two grannies walked towards the living room. Dale, of course, was very used to having her bottom spanked as she was led naked by one of the carers, but this was a new experience for Sandra who hadn’t even seen any of the other residents dealt with in this way. However, as she saw a number of the residents walking towards the living room as well, and looking towards them with knowing looks, she now understood how this must have been such a regular occurrence.
Once in the living room, Dale and Sandra both saw rows of seats, each with one of the granny residents sitting on it. As expected, they did turn and look at the two of them as they were marched towards the front of the room and saw that both bottoms were already red by the continual spanking with the wooden spatulas. But then, almost all of the grannies had suffered the same fate themselves and so we knew exactly what it was like.
Once at the front of the room Dale and Sandra both saw the two chairs facing into the room, and on the floor by the chair was a thick wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. Governess Stone and Carer Larson went and sat on a chair each, and Governess Stone ordered, “You will get across my lap, Dale, and you, Sandra, will go across Carer Larson’s.”
Dale was actually quite pleased that she had been chosen by Governess Stone because, although it meant an even harder spanking then if given by Carer Larson, she did have a lot of respect for Governess Stone. She knew that she had a difficult job but was handling it extremely well. She was able to give a far harder spanking than any of the carers, though. Which was why Dale particularly preferred to go across her lap to be spanked because it would almost certainly mean a better run of orgasms later on.
Dale immediately went and stood by Governess Stone, looking down at her lap. Governess Stone had pulled her hem right up so that her thighs were bare, and, as usual, Dale knew that her bare tummy would be resting on Governess Stone’s bare lap. Dale certainly loved the feel of Governess Stone’s bare skin rather than her dress. So, as she lowered herself across Governess Stone’s lap, she reconciled herself to the fact that although Sandra had pressed her to stay at the restaurant it was certainly her own fault that she has now ended up about to be spanked, paddled, and caned.
Therefore, as she lowered full weight across Governess Stone’s lap, and saw her upside-down legs so close to her face, and her own legs dangling on the far side of the chair, she knew she had no arguments here and that Governess Stone was totally correct to be enforcing the rules in this way. It never ceased to amaze Dale just how an eighteen-year-old got it right all of the time, but then that was why she was the Governess, she told herself.
When Sandra was across Carer Larson’s lap she felt the same as Dale but for a different reason. She had had staff for so many years but had never done this to them even when they failed in their duties. So, as she felt Carer Larson’s hand rubbing her bottom in circles, she told herself that she would certainly have to read those rules and learn them and keep to them. Of course, she also told herself how that was exactly the purpose of the punishment.
How silly, she told herself not to have realised that until the very moment that she was about to suffer the punishment for not doing what she had been told to do. So, she told herself, she was getting what she fully deserved.
Now ready to spank both very naughty grannies, Governess Stone nodded towards Carer Larson, and, together, they raised their hands and brought their palms down on the very naughty bare bottom lying across their lap. Even as they watched the fleshy bottom cheek surrender to their hand, and then bounce back as their hand was lifted back up, so both Governess Stone and Carer Larson proceeded to spank both grannies time and again on alternate bottom cheeks.
Both Governess Stone and Carer Larson looked up from time to time at the watching grannies and were pleased with the almost bashful looks on many of their faces, which was the common sight because each of those grannies knew that next time it might just as easily be them being spanked.
Governess Stone and Carer Larson continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks turning them darker and darker shades of red for several minutes before changing to spanking the same bottom cheek several times before then spanking the other bottom cheek several times. They happily listened to the increasingly pained gasps from both grannies as they knew that their bottoms were stinging more and more intensely. Of course, Governess Stone and Carer Larson, as well as Dale and, to a far lesser extent Sandra, all knew that the punishment had a long way to go yet and the two naughty bottoms would be stinging far more intensely by the end.
As Dale was so used to being disciplined she was handling the punishment far better than Sandra. It didn’t take long for tears to well up in Sandra’s eyes, nor for them to start to dribble down her face. She was also feeling humiliated at being not just spanked but spanked whilst totally naked.
Most of the residents had full drooping breasts, and so were not surprised when they saw that as Sandra squirmed around on Carer Larson’s lap her drooping breasts were swaying from side to side. However, they could also see that her nipples were not taut like Dale’s were, and so she wasn’t experiencing any erotic feelings by being spanked. That, of course, was the case with so many of the grannies, but, equally, there were those who delighted in being spanked because that was one of the only sexual experiences they could have.
None of them was allowed to go to bed together, even though many of them would have liked to, and so masturbating was the only way they could satisfy their sexual desires. Those, like Dale, who found being spanked and paddled, and even caned, erotic, saw the discipline as foreplay to masturbating.
When Governess Stone and Carer Larson then spanked the backs of the naughty grannies legs so the gasps got even louder, but that didn’t stop them spanking as hard as they could because it meant the grannies were learning their lesson even better.
Dale hated but also loved her legs and bare bottom being spanked when across Governess Stone’s lap as it showed just how obedient and submissive she was as her legs stung like her bottom cheeks which multiplied the flutters flying around her vagina.
Once both naughty bottoms were deemed to be red enough, Governess Stone glanced towards Carer Larson and nodded, before ordering, “Right then, you naughty grannies, pass us the hairbrushes that are on the floor by your head.“
Dale scrambled around and easily found the hairbrush, picked it up, squirmed around, and handed it towards Governess Stone, who happily took it from her. It took Sandra a little bit longer but she did manage to find the hairbrush even through her blurred vision, and she too handed it to Carer Larson.
Both Governess Stone and Carer Larson happily rubbed the wooden paddle in circles around the two already reddened naughty bottoms of the grannies before Governess Stone again nodded at Carer Larson and both raised the paddles and brought them down with a loud thwack on the two naughty bottoms across their laps. They had to admit that they both enjoyed the way that the fleshy bottom cheek surrendered to the wooden paddle, being flattened by it, and then watched it bounce back and swirl around just as the paddle spanked down with another loud thwack on the other bottom cheek.
What added to the sense of satisfaction was the yelp that both naughty grannies made as the pain cascaded around their bottoms. All of that was repeated as the paddle was spanked down with another thwack and then another, as, time and again, both grannies had their bottoms spanked really hard with the heavy wooden paddles.
Dale always struggled to cope with the paddle and knew that the pain would only intensify. However, she readily accepted that it was totally up to the teenage Governess who was spanking her to decide just how many times she would spank her with the paddle. It had not been pre-set when Governess Stone told both grannies about how many strokes they would receive of the cane. That was quite usual, and so Dale just lay obediently across Governess Stone’s lap, albeit, as the spanks continued, she squirmed around, tensing her arms and legs, and shaking her head with her eyes tightly closed, and hissing in and out through clenched teeth.
This was exactly as it always was, of course, and still, Dale respected Governess Stone and accepted every punishment that she was given by her. After all, there hadn’t yet been a time that Governess Stone had been wrong in dealing with Dale for a broken rule, and the same had to be said of the punishment today.
As Dale took every harder and harder and ever more pain-filled spank so she even thought how much better it would be if she had someone just like Governess Stone as her girlfriend, or even much better her lover, because that would be even more heavenly than being with her in the care home. What better than obeying her eighteen-year-old lover, she thought so often, and it was another wish of hers which she thought about when she fingered herself in bed.
Sandra was struggling with the paddling much more than Dale. She, after all, was experiencing this punishment for the first time and had thought that the hand spanking hurt badly enough, but now the paddle was really causing her much more pain than she could possibly have imagined. After all, there was hardly a seconds gap between each spank and so no time whatsoever for her to recover. She knew that she was kicking her legs and holding both her wrists together tightly to make sure that she didn’t try to cover her bottom with her hand, mainly because she knew that her hand would be spanked with the paddle rather than her bottom, in any case.
Sandra still felt that she was being badly treated by the staff, and now looked on them more like prison guards rather than girls whose job it was to tend them and look after their every need. It was also different from what she had expected all those years ago when she had so much money. Because those carers she expected to have would still be her staff and do exactly what she wanted, rather than the way that these carers were dealing with her. Still, she knew she had no choice.
Dale had lost count of the number of times the hairbrush spanked down on her bottom. She always did lose count, but, also as always, she knew that she had no say in how many spanks she would be given. So, as those spanks suddenly stopped she was thankful, albeit her bottom was stinging so much she was already crying uncontrollably and she knew that the caning was now just moments away.
Just to check on what she was sure about, Governess Stone ran her finger along Dale’s pussy lips and felt that they were already so wet. She looked towards Carer Larson who had done the same, but she mouthed that Sandra’s pussy lips were dry. Governess Stone smiled as she focused on Dale’s bottom now knowing that this very naughty granny was turned on by being disciplined, and fully intended making sure that the caning reduced her to uncontrollable crying blubbering.
Governess Stone waited only a few moments after ending spanking with the hairbrush before ordering, “Right, both you naughty grannies, get up and then bend over and grab the seats of these chairs for your caning. Don’t forget, if you get up before the caning is over you will get extra strokes.”
Dale was crying and sniffing as she eased herself up from Governess Stone’s lap. She could never understand how come she still felt so aroused as she got back up. But she reckoned that it was because she was so submissive that the pain helped her erotic emotions, as did the albeit blurred sight of all of the grannies sitting there looking up at her feeling sympathetic towards her. Dale knew that no matter how hard the punishment she would always relieve herself erotic feelings when in bed, and that kept her going mentally as well.
Sandra was again less controlled than Dale, and, as she stood, so her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed her cheeks feverishly as she stepped from foot to foot. Once again she didn’t know the rule that stated that rubbing was not allowed until well after the punishment was finished. Normally, that would earn additional strokes of the cane, but Governess Stone decided that as this was Sandra‘s first punishment she would make a note of this bad behaviour.
Then she would have another meeting with her in the study tomorrow morning when there would be at least another spanking given to her. Governess Stone was experienced enough to know that that was a much more effective deterrent for a naughty granny rather than simply adding a few extra strokes to today’s punishment.
Dale was now bent over grasping the sides of the chair with her legs apart and her tummy lowered and her bottom pushed out, knowing that this was the standard way that they were told to present their bottoms. It also showed how she was continuing to be submissive and learn her lesson.
Sandra saw that Dale was now bent over and taking a hold of the chair, and so did the same by bending over and clasping the seat that Carer Larson had been sitting on to spank her. She still had blurred vision but could just make out Carer Larson‘s bare legs positioned behind and to one side of her and heard what she knew was the cane being swished twice, presumably to warn her that the caning was about to start.
Governess Stone had also positioned herself and swished the cane and was then rubbing the cane from side to side across Dale’s bottom. Both she and Carer Lawson knew to position themselves so that the whole of the cane landed on the naughty grannies bottoms, because if the end were to land on thin air then it would not hurt anywhere near as much. Once both were happy with their position they nodded to each other, pulled their arms back, and landed the first stroke with an even louder thwack than when spanking with the paddle.
Equally, both grannies let out louder yelps than they did when spanked with the paddles. The only difference was that everyone knew how many strokes were going to be given with the cane whereas they hadn’t known how many spanks were going to be given with the paddle.
Dale struggled even more with the cane then she had with the paddle, but expected to do so. She was, however, able to deal far better than when she was first caned here at the care home. She found it funny in a way that the more that she was caned the easier she handled it, but then she also knew that her orgasms were more explosive now when she got to bed.
She certainly did find it strange that she found the pain helped her achieve her better orgasms, but unquestionably loved the role reversal of being spanked by a girl fifty-years younger than herself, and she certainly wasn’t going to deliberately behave better to prevent being punished in future.
The cane strokes kept on landing time and again. There was no gap between any of the strokes and as the cane bit into each grannies bottom so that granny yelped and shook her head from side to side hissing in and out through clenched teeth and with tightly closed eyes. At least they were looking towards a wall, rather than the faces of the grannies, this time. Although they knew that those watching would see the thick red welts develop after each stroke and, as intended, were very thankful that it wasn’t them being caned. It was standard practice at the home for such punishments to be given in front of all of the other residents so that they learned a lesson as well as the granny actually being disciplined.
Dale did keep a tally of the cane strokes as each one landed, and each one so consistently hard after the previous one. As the sixth stroke landed so there was a short gap as she felt the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom. However, the strokes soon started again and there was the quite repetitive sound of the thwack and the almost immediate feel of the stinging pain as the cane cut into her bottom cheek, and then another very short gap before the next stroke.
On and on those strokes continued, and Dale knew from watching other grannies who had received a full three dozen strokes of the cane that the red welts could not stay in separate lines but ended up crisscrossing each other. It was common knowledge because the grannies discussed the punishments with each other and that crisscrossing the welts were seen as being far more painful than keeping them separate. However, everyone knew it was impossible, even with some of the huge fleshy bottoms on some of the grannies.
Dale still managed to keep a count of the strokes and there were again small gaps after twelve, eighteen, and twenty-four strokes when Governess stone would rub the cane from side to side across her bottom. It was only a few seconds, and, soon enough, the next set of six strokes started. As the strokes reached thirty so Dale knew that she was again crying uncontrollably and that tears were flooding down her face.
She knew that even if she wasn’t going to bed she would only be able to stand because even a thick cushion would be unlikely to be enough to let her sit anywhere near comfortably. In fact, it wasn’t at all uncommon to see grannies standing, rubbing their bottoms hours after being caned for exactly that reason.
Now that Dale was fully experiencing thirty-six strokes of the cane she wondered how come she had wanted it so much, although that was pretty much what she had first thought when spanked with the wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. As the cane bit into her bottom cheeks time and again, and she was almost overcome with the intensity of the pain. So she reminded herself that no matter how much she cried the stinging pain would eventually electrify her vagina leaving her pussy lips soaking wet with her sex juice and she would unbelievably but positively relish the thought of getting forty-eight cane strokes sometime soon.
Dale was now sure that she was into the last six strokes of the cane and knew that her knuckles will be white with the need to clasp hold of the seat just as hard as she could to make sure that she didn’t stand up. To be fair, she didn’t know whether Sandra had managed to do the same but supposed that she would find out fairly soon. In fact, as the very last stroke landed, and Dale yelped as much from relief as with the pain, so she knew that Sandra hadn’t stayed in position because she heard more strokes landing and Sandra’s continued yelping.
In fact, the yelps were louder than she had expected, but then Sandra hadn’t been caned here before and Dale supposed that she probably yelped just as loudly when she was first caned. Dale counted nine more strokes as she stayed bent over herself, before she heard of the order, “Okay you two very naughty grannies, stand up but do not rub your bottoms.”
Dale eased herself up having looked at Sandra and even through her own blurred vision saw how tear-stained Sandra‘s face was. Of course, Sandra had worn quite heavy make-up which is what was running down her face, whereas Dale, and the other grannies who may only have been punished once but that was enough, knew not to wear makeup for exactly that reason.
Dale knew that to prevent herself rubbing her bottom she needed to put her hands back on her head, albeit that was exactly what was expected of her. So, as she put her hands back on her head, she saw that Sandra was looking towards her and, albeit a few moments later, she put her hands on her head as well.
Sandra knew that she had got up during the caning and it had been made perfectly clear to her that that would lead to additional strokes of the cane. She wasn’t sure how many she would get but no doubt would be told in due course. She didn’t know then for sure whether rubbing her bottom earlier would also mean more extra strokes, but now supposed that it would, but she wanted to make sure that she didn’t rub her bottom again, and, when she saw Dale put her hands on her head she realised that was the perfect way to make sure that she didn’t rub her bottom. So, almost with relief, she placed her hands on her head and, like Dale, waited obediently for Governess Stone to say what was now going to happen.
Sandra didn’t have long to wait. Governess Stone glared at Sandra and said, “You rubbed your bottom against the rules, and got up whilst being caned, which is also against the rules. Therefore, you will attend the study at ten o’clock tomorrow morning to discuss what lessons you have learned, and how we can best direct your behaviour in future.”
Sandra winced at the realisation that she would be punished again tomorrow although stood obediently still even though her bottom was stinging, knowing that she now needed to obey whatever the eighteen-year-old governess and carers told her to do. That was now her future, she knew.
Dale also stood still as she listened to Governess Stone admonishing Sandra knowing that tomorrow her beautifully chubby friend would be punished once again. If the meeting was at ten o’clock that was likely to mean at least one hour for her to stand facing the wall in the study with her nose pressed against it, giving her thinking time before being walked to the living room being spanked with the spatula at every step and then being spanked once again in full view of all of the residents.
Dale, on the other hand, still wished that it was she who would be interviewed once again in the study, but couldn’t bring herself to be purposely naughty.
Dale watched the authoritative Governess Stone through her still slightly blurred vision with feelings of total respect and love but was happy when she and Sandra were given the instruction to immediately go to their bedrooms. Dale thanked Governess Stone and Carer Larson for punishing them, and Sandra realised she had to as well and sounded much more contrite than at the restaurant.
They then walked back out through the rows of chairs and once again saw the sympathetic looks from so many of the residents. Dale and Sandra left the living room and went into the corridor, making their way to the lift, went up to the second floor where they got out, and finally got to their bedrooms.
Dale looked at her bottom in the mirror seeing both bottom cheeks were bright red but covered in blue bruising and crisscrossed with thick raised red welts. She ran her fingers along the welts and once again knew that her nipples were taut and the flutters were flying wildly around her vagina and as soon as she touched her pussy lips she felt just how wet they were. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw her eyes were deep red, and that tears had left a trail down her face.
Even so, as always, knowing the spanked paddled and caned bottom was the foreplay that she had craved for so long, and knowing that as soon as she lay on her bed, definitely on her tummy, and her fingers found their way into her vagina and flicked her taut clit, the first of several huge orgasms would be reached within seconds.
For Dale, it really was a lifetime’s dream come true being subject to the disciplinary authority of so many eighteen-year-old girls. She loved the way that they were authoritative, demanding, and commanding, and she both respected them all and feared them all, although the fear was so erotic as was her respect for them. Time and again Dale looked at Governess Stone or any of the carers in their short dresses and longed to be put across any of their bare thighs and looking at the backs of their upside-down legs as their palms rubbed her bottom in circles as they scolded her. Knowing that next would come the ever harder and harder spanks followed by thwacks with the pain-filled wooden-backed paddle hairbrush, and finally the intense and recurring pain of the cane biting into her bottom cheeks. Of course, what was so delightfully erotic was that all of it was being given with such enthusiastic relish by teenagers all of fifty-years her junior.
As she lay on her tummy with her face buried in the pillow to cover up her erotic gasps and she ran her fingers up and down her wet pussy lips and was on the cusp of her first orgasm, it was difficult to see how her life could be any better than it was right now.
