This continues the ‘Mrs Denver’ story of Jenny’s Punishment Letter:
Carla, the twenty-three-year-old cleaner for Mrs Denver at the Sixth Form Academy, was still thinking about the previous day when she had watched Jenny Howe, forty-two-years-old, who she knew she was envious of because of her gorgeous looks and figure, was caned by Mrs Denver, the headmistress of the Academy. She had to admit to thoroughly enjoying watching Mrs Howe being caned and struggling to cope and would even like to watch that happen again.
Jenny Howe had changed. Whilst still naturally submissive, she believed that she had become much more an alpha female when at work or with those she met in classes, with a figure to die for, and increasingly saw herself as someone who everyone else would be jealous of and look up to. Whilst she found speaking down to people enjoyable, she even saw her desire to be caned by Mrs Denver as a plus others would like to enjoy, as she got aroused by being caned, and saw her submissiveness as something she controlled as she was the one to manoeuvre a caning by Mrs Denver. Hence, she even saw herself as the alpha female when being caned.
Having said that, whilst Jenny saw herself as an alpha female, everyone else saw her as someone quite different. They were upset whenever she talked out of turn or assumed her view was the only relevant one and thought how she never sounded confident when asked to make a decision, as though she was used to others making decisions for her. Consequently, they saw her as altogether a long way from the alpha female she saw herself.
Mrs Denver instigated the Parent Discipline Participation Scheme to make parents subject to the same corporal punishment discipline as the students and she had caned Jenny Howe several times already under the Scheme. Yesterday, Carla had walked into the Headmistress’s Study to clean, saw Mrs Denver in the middle of caning Mrs Howe, and stayed and watched. Carla had found it sensuous and had fingered herself to an orgasm once both Mrs Denver and Mrs Howe had left. She didn’t know that Mrs Denver had fingered herself to an orgasm in her study, and Mrs Howe had fingered herself to an orgasm in the toilets on the way out. She thought only she was aroused, and that was one reason she pictured Mrs Howe being caned again.
As well as the jealousy, though, Carla had in the past been upset by the way Mrs Howe had spoken to her. She might be a cleaner, but that didn’t mean she was any less of a person than the clients she cleaned for, but Jenny Howe was one of those who thought she could speak down to cleaners, which Carla certainly didn’t like.
Today Carla was at Ellen Davies’, another lady that she regularly cleaned for. Whenever there, she always stopped halfway through and had a cup of coffee with Ellen. It wasn’t that they were friends, but Ellen was the chatty type. Ellen was a successful chef at a nearby restaurant but also ran cooking classes at her restaurant one evening a week. Today, Ellen was annoyed and explained to Carla that was because last night at the cooking class one of the ladies was persistently disruptive in class and was at most classes. Ellen explained that all of her other students would like to see this particular lady kicked out of the class, but, unfortunately, they had all paid upfront, so that wasn’t really an option.
Ellen had some photographs of her students and showed them to Carla. As she looked at them, Carla exclaimed, “That’s her.”
Ellen didn’t understand and said, “Those are my group of students.” She then added, “The disruptive lady is the one in the middle.”
Carla exclaimed excitedly, “Yes, that’s the lady who I saw being caned by Mrs Denver yesterday. She is Mrs Howe.”
Ellen was shocked by that, and said, “Yes, Jenny Howe.” After a moment she added, “Certainly a stuck-up woman, but how come she got caned?”
Carla explained what happened yesterday when she walked into Mrs Denver’s Study and saw that she was in the middle of caning Mrs Howe. As she explained the scene, she could see that Ellen was looking very thoughtful and she reckoned was probably thinking along the same lines that she was, that it would be really good to be able to send Mrs Howe back to Mrs Denver for another caning the next time she disrupted her cooking class.
Carla went on to explain to Ellen about the Parent Discipline Participation Scheme at the Academy. Once she did, she said to Ellen, “I have Mrs Denver’s mobile number, so why don’t we speak to her and explain the problems you are having with Mrs Howe?”
Ellen liked the idea and was thinking along the lines that if Jenny turned up at her classes with a stinging bottom, maybe she would be less disruptive, and so was up for anything that might help. “Okay, Carla, get Mrs Denver on the phone.”
The call was made and Mrs Denver answered. First, Carla explained the problems Ellen was having with Mrs Howe. Mrs Denver could tell that Carla was excited and had to admit to herself that Mrs Howe seemed to have to attend her study on a regular basis but with a big enough gap so that her bottom would have recovered from the previous caning. She had always believed that Mrs Howe was earning a Punishment Slip intentionally, probably because she got aroused by the caning, but maybe she wouldn’t be so eager to come if it was on a more regular basis?
With this in mind, Mrs Denver explained to Ellen that the Scheme was supposed to work for parents as it did with students. If a student misbehaved outside the Academy, say, a student was rude to a waitress in a restaurant, then, that waitress could make a complaint to the Academy, naming the student. Once received, Mrs Denver would issue a Punishment Slip to that student who would have to attend her study for the cane. Similarly, that should work for parents in the Scheme, so, if Mrs Howe was disruptive in Ellen’s cooking class, then she should be allowed to issue a Punishment Slip and Mrs Howe would have to attend her Study for another caning. If that was the day after she had already been caned by Mrs Denver, then she would still get another punishment with new strokes of the cane on top of the existing ones, which might well teach her an even better lesson.
Ellen could see how that would be a great weapon to have against Jenny, and also explained that she knew other women who suffered from her disruptive attitude. One friend ran a book club Jenny attended, and it was always Jenny’s views that counted rather than anyone else’s. Another friend worked in the same office as Jenny, and so knew that Jenny Howe often got her colleagues very upset.
Mrs Denver could see how all these friends could help discipline Mrs Howe more forcefully, and so said, “What would be really effective, is if I gave blank Punishment Slips to you and your friends, and you issued them to Mrs Howe. She would then have to attend my Study the following day. That would give her some thinking time, and the knowledge that other people were able to determine that she should be punished which hopefully would help her behave better in all of those other situations.”
Ellen was delighted with that, and replied, “Yes please, Mrs Denver, me and my friends will happily issue Jenny with Punishment Slips.”
Mrs Denver then explained, “When you see the Punishment Slip, you will see that you can choose the punishment. It will always be the cane, with a choice of strokes, first of all, one to six, then nine or twelve, and then fifteen or eighteen strokes. I would suggest that for Mrs Howe you just go straight to eighteen strokes.”
Ellen was very happy with that and sent Mrs Denver her email address and the email address of her friends, which included the friend who worked in the same office as Jenny, and three who were in clubs that Jenny also attended. Within minutes, Mrs Denver had emailed Punishment Slips to all of them, with instructions on what to do.
At the very next evening’s class, Jenny was disruptive again and, in front of the whole class, Ellen handed Jenny a Punishment Slip and, speaking out loud, explained, “As you know, Jenny, you now have to go and see Mrs Denver to receive the eighteen strokes of the cane that I have decided you deserve.” She smiled to herself but kept a straight face as she saw that Jenny was blushing and was clearly embarrassed by the whole class knowing that she was caned by Mrs Denver, even at her age.
However, Jenny knew that she was turned on by being caned, and it had been nearly a week since her last caning. So, she wasn’t that concerned and when she got home and into bed, she gave herself the most enormous orgasm thinking about the caning she was going to get the following day.
It was agreed that she would attend Mrs Denver’s Study at five o’clock. She finished work at 4:30 so there was time to get there.
Jenny was so excited during the following day about her impending visit to Mrs Denver, and in her excitement, she was even ruder than usual to her work colleagues. As it got to lunchtime, she was shocked when her line manager, Jane Daniels, handed her another Punishment Slip for another eighteen strokes of the cane. Jenny certainly wasn’t expecting that and knew that she had never yet had to attend Mrs Denver’s study two days in a row, or indeed pretty much in less than a week between visits. This meant that she would be getting eighteen strokes today, and another eighteen strokes tomorrow.
Jenny was blushing as she realised all of her work colleagues were giggling and mouthing comments to each other with broad smiles, clearly laughing at her. Whilst sitting alone at lunch, though, she pondered being caned two days in a row, and, after calming down, thought that maybe that would be a turn on for her as well, so she was happy to find out.
Jenny attended Mrs Denver’s study after work and took eighteen very painful strokes of the cane, to satisfy the Punishment Slip given to her by Ellen. She went to the toilets on her way out and gave herself a huge orgasm, and then pondered having to return the next day for the strokes Jane Daniels had authorised. She did wonder why Mrs Denver had said it wasn’t necessary to have a Punishment Letter requiring a spanking that evening, and just thought Mrs Denver was taking into account the second caning that had already been authorised by Jane Daniels.
Jenny returned the following day and got the next eighteen strokes and still went to the toilets on the way out and fingered herself to an almost as good as usual orgasm. The walk home was more difficult than usual though and she had to sleep on her tummy that night, but again no Punishment Letter, thankfully.
The following day Jenny got to work and was clearly struggling, as she always did after a caning, except this time it was after being caned two days in a row. All her work colleagues noticed how she was a lot quieter than usual, which they put down to the caning.
Jenny was indeed struggling with sitting, with now thirty-six cane welts painted across her bottom. However, by lunchtime, she was feeling a bit better and went to the café that was run by Ellen. Possibly because she found it hard to stay comfortable on the hard chair, she got annoyed with one of the waitresses and rudely called her over. Instead of the waitress going over, Ellen went over and put on the table another Punishment Slip for another eighteen strokes. Jenny was shocked and was very quiet indeed when she ate her lunch, and on her way back to work telephoned the Academy to arrange another appointment with Mrs Denver, expecting that to be tomorrow and was shocked to be told to come this afternoon after work rather than tomorrow.
After work, Jenny was tense as she made her way quickly to the Academy, for her third set of eighteen strokes in three days. She knew she wasn’t feeling as she usually did when about to be caned. There were none of the flutters flying around her vagina getting her sexually aroused, probably, she thought, because her bottom was already stinging. What she also knew, was that after being caned, she was due to attend a book club meeting. Mind you, at least she would be sitting on a soft sofa so that was a plus, she hoped.
Jenny got to the Academy and went along the corridor to Mrs Denver’s Study, walked into the outer office, and saw the Secretary, Charlotte, who immediately pointed to the row of chairs outside the door to Mrs Denver’s Study. Jenny knew to go and sit on the chair as close as she could to the Study door. In fact, there was another parent sitting on the chair directly next to the door to the study, and, as Jenny sat down, so she heard what she knew to be a loud thwack of a cane landing on the bare bottom of someone else already in the study.
Moments later there was another loud thwack this time followed by a yelp and then a third thwack followed by another yelp. Then there was silence until the door to the Study opened and a mum that Jenny recognised came out, clutching her skirt covered bottom cheeks with tears dribbling down her face. Jenny knew the lady was Amanda Long, and from the discussions they had had before now knew that Amanda dreaded ever having to go and see Mrs Denver for the cane. Well, this was her first experience, and clearly not a happy one for her.
Amanda went up to Charlotte who immediately handed her what Jenny knew to be the Punishment Letter, requesting her responsible adult to give her at least a spanking with her hand and a wooden-backed hairbrush this evening, and the letter had to be signed and brought back in tomorrow morning. Jenny smiled to herself as she knew that whenever she got a Punishment Letter, she had Mrs Denver spank her and sign the letter as she was her chosen responsible adult.
Amanda walked towards the door not even noticing Jenny sitting there, although Jenny suspected she was actually too embarrassed to look and see if anybody she knew was still sitting outside the Study door. As she left, so Charlotte nodded towards the lady sitting in the seat closest to the Study door and said, “Please go inside, Mrs Smyth.”
As Mrs Smyth got up and went into the study, so Jenny moved to the chair closest to the door. She had to admit to being increasingly turned on by this clear show of submissiveness required of all those who were waiting to be caned by Mrs Denver. As she sat down so she tensed her thighs and was actually looking forward to what would be her toughest test yet in dealing with the cane
Moments later Jenny heard a loud thwack followed by a yelp, and then as each cane stroke landed, so another loud yelp came from inside the Study. Of course, Jenny knew that Mrs Denver never went lightly even if it was clear that the person she was caning was struggling badly, but then for most of the parents just one visit to Mrs Denver was enough to make them much more careful in future not to require another Punishment Slip to be given to them.
Jenny knew that as she listened to each stroke of the cane and the yelp her knickers were getting wetter and wetter. As much as she found the cane so painful, she just couldn’t stop herself from getting wet every time she was caned. At least, that was until now when she was reminded as she shuffled around on the chair that she already had thirty-six cane welts painted across her bottom from her two visits yesterday and the day before to Mrs Denver, and she was about to get eighteen more.
Jenny counted six strokes of the cane so knew Mrs Smythe was pretty much a newbie so far as the Parent Discipline Participation Scheme was concerned as six strokes was the norm for a parents’ first and second visit, but then the number of strokes steadily increased.
Again, there was silence and Jenny knew that Mrs Smythe was no doubt getting dressed again, and, as she thought that, so the door to the Study opened and she came back out, clutching her bottom and as expected for a newbie had tears streaming down her face. As she walked toward Charlotte, she said a tear-filled. “I’m so sorry,” but a clearly unsympathetic Charlotte just handed her the Punishment Letter, reminding her, “Don’t forget to give this to your responsible adult tonight, who must give you a very hard spanking, sign the Punishment Slip, and you must bring it into me tomorrow morning.”
The newbie was sniffing back tears as she took the Punishment Letter and said a weepy, “Yes, miss,” as though she was still a student. Jenny had to smile because she knew she felt more like a naughty student herself than a naughty parent when being disciplined, so understood the feeling.
As Mrs Smythe walked towards the door so Jenny looked towards Charlotte expecting to be told to go into the Study and got the expected nod to do so.
Jenny stood, took a very deep breath to prepare herself, and then walked into Mrs Denver’s Study. As soon as she did that, she froze because she saw three additional ladies coming into the Study using the far door.
The first woman she saw was Carla, who she was annoyed enough with because she had stayed and watched her being caned last week. She was just a cleaner, she told herself and surely wasn’t important enough to watch a woman of Jenny’s status being caned. Of course, Jenny didn’t know that all of this was actually brought about by Carla, and so many people were thankful to her for that.
Ellen was the second woman she saw. Jenny always treated her with disdain, looking on her as staff in the restaurant that she enjoyed eating in, and as a lowly teacher of an evening class. Jenny knew that she enjoyed winding her up, although had to admit to respecting her a little bit more when given the Punishment Slip. Jenny then told herself that the fact that Ellen was here today meant that she would have to respect her much more and definitely be less disruptive because otherwise, she could see that she would be attending Mrs Denver’s study rather more often than she wanted to.
At least, that would be the case when taking into account the third person in the room, her line manager, Jane Daniels, because she saw her every working day, and she would certainly have to be far more respectful of her now that she was able to dispense Punishment Slips.
The last person Jenny looked at was Mrs Denver, and she was standing right next to the chair that Jenny knew she would have to bend over and clasp hold of to receive the cane.
Mrs Denver saw the horror on Mrs Howe’s face as she looked at each of the extra visitors in her Study and waited for Jenny to look at her, before ordering, “Right, Mrs Howe, take your dress and knickers off and bend over and take hold of the chair as you have done so often before, making sure your legs are well apart.”
Mrs Denver liked to refer to the parents like Mrs Howe with Mrs and their surname as that made them know they were parents but still being caned like a student. It made them think even harder about improving so they didn’t have to return to Mrs Denver for another caning
Jenny had recently changed from wearing a top and skirt to deliberately wearing a dress when coming to see Mrs Denver. She could have worn a skirt which would have meant taking that and her knickers off and leaving her top on and her bra on. However, she knew she had a sexy figure with full breasts and enjoyed showing her naked body off and so came in a dress and no bra so which meant she would have to take her dress and knickers off, and that would leave her naked. She sensed that wound Mrs Denver up at least, Now she was going to be naked in front of these three ladies who were presumably going to watch her being caned, she wasn’t so happy.
Indeed, the feeling of superiority quickly dissolved, and Jenny felt humiliated at the thought of being naked in front of these three women, all of whom she felt were inferior to herself, although given that each one of them had the right to issue a Punishment Slip, she doubted she would get her own back which did make her feel even worse. However, she needed to make all of them think that she was coping, even though she knew she was quickly sinking into a place she hated being, feeling inferior to everyone around her, which was rare but was clearly happening right now.
Jenny also realised that all three women would each be telling their friends, as well as her classmates in the cookery class, and much worse, her work colleagues, how they watched her being caned.
So, feeling well inferior now, she unzipped her dress and pushed it down towards her ankles, catching her knickers on the way, stepped out of both items of clothing, scooped them up, folded them, and put them on the other chair. She then positioned herself, bent over, and clasped hold of the seat of the chair placing her legs far enough apart so that she knew her bottom was presented just as Mrs Denver expected it to be.
Now that she was in position Jenny knew that she was nowhere near as confident as usual and felt second or even third class to all of those watching, and not the alpha female she saw herself as. What a comedown, she told herself as she looked at the floor behind her and saw Mrs Denver’s legs, at least part of them as her full breasts hid some of the view.
As Jenny felt the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom she focused and reminded herself that there were already those thirty-six welts painted across both cheeks, and she now set herself the task of making sure that whilst she may well yelp, she mustn’t cry as that would be even more humiliating in front of these three women.
Mrs Denver had watched as Mrs Howe had prepared herself, once again being naked which to be fair she never minded. However, because this was an orchestrated discipline session, one of a string with more to happen yet, she knew that she would make each stroke harder than for the other parents. Also, she could tell from Jenny’s face how shocked she was to see the three ladies who were going to watch and supposed that she was putting on a brave face as she got undressed. That gave her added self-satisfaction that she would be able to change Mrs Howe’s attitude towards other parents.
Mrs Denver was happy with Mrs Howe’s position as she pulled her arm back and brought the cane down on her already multiple welted bare bottom and watched the cane sink into Mrs Howe’s bare flesh, and heard her yelp, enjoying it as she always did with a parent. She didn’t wait before pulling her arm back and landing the second stroke and then the third, and continued with stroke after stroke, each time happy with the way that a further welt was painted across Mrs Howe’s admittedly very sexy bottom, and also enjoyed each yelp.
Mrs Denver smiled as she saw how Mrs Howe was struggling but was pleased with the way that she fought to keep herself in position, judging from the whiteness of her knuckles, but then it was well known that if anyone got up during the caning that meant a further caning of the same amount the following day. Mrs Denver told herself that that was a really good incentive for those she was caning to stay in position and was certainly working today with what she saw as being one of the naughtiest parents.
Jenny knew that she was struggling, and, worse, even after just three strokes she knew that her eyes were welling up with tears and by six strokes they were dribbling down her face and landing on the seat of the chair. This was really humiliating for an alpha female like herself because the reason that she got herself caned so often was because she enjoyed the pain and certainly the orgasms afterwards. Today, though, for the first time she could remember, she wasn’t thinking sex or orgasm, but just how awfully painful each stroke was.
Worse for Jenny, was that she heard the comments being made by those horrible women watching, although, of course, she was the one being caned and disciplined, and from now on knew that she would be subject to the disciplinary authority of each of those ladies. That would even be in the case of Carla because although a cleaner, so many of her clients were ladies Jenny knew she looked down on, but, because Carla cleaned for them, she might even be able to arrange for them each to have their own Punishment Slips to hand out to her.
The seventh stroke landed, and Jenny was telling herself that she would actually have to be nice to so many people in future, because of the clear disciplinary authority they now had over her. Well, that wasn’t a turn on, she knew, but a turn-off, as the eighth stroke bit into her bottom and she yelped.
The ninth stroke landed, and the pain increased more and more. With the tenth stroke, Jenny was telling herself that she was clearly failing in her task of showing the women she could cope. Quite the opposite because she knew she was crying uncontrollably with tears continuing to roll down her face, bucket loads of tears, in fact. With the eleventh stroke she certainly knew this was discipline as it should be without any consideration for the suffering of the one being punished, as, after all, it was their own fault they were being punished. The pain only increased with the twelfth stroke.
The thirteenth stroke landed, and Jenny heard the women encouraging Mrs Denver to cane even harder. Jenny was going to scream out that each stroke was hard enough but before she could the fourteenth stroke landed, and she didn’t recover enough by the fifteenth stroke. After the sixteenth stroke she gave up any thought of protesting as she was now crying so much, and as the seventeenth stroke landed, she just told herself it was up to Mrs Denver anyway, so protesting wasn’t going to work. When the eighteenth stroke landed and the strokes ended, and she assumed her punishment was over, she told herself she must do everything she could so that she didn’t ever come back here again but wondered whether she actually had the ability to be a good girl in future, as she was so used to winding people up. She knew that time would tell but she feared the worst.
Mrs Denver was happy with the way that she had given Mrs Howe such a hard caning and hoped that it would start to change her attitude. It was her experience, though, that no matter how hard the caning, it always took rather more visits to her Study for the students or parents to learn their lesson. She expected that to be the case with Mrs Howe as well, although on the plus side, that would mean she would get the opportunity to cane her again, several times.
Jenny stayed bent over as she didn’t dare get up until told to by Mrs Denver, for fear that she would get another caning of the same number of strokes tomorrow. Well, that was one lesson she had learned already, she told herself,
Mrs Denver waited a few moments just to see whether Jenny would get up before being told to, in which case she would gleefully tell her that she had earned another caning. However, she didn’t get up so after those few moments she said, “Okay, Mrs Howe, you can get up now and get dressed.”
Jenny heard the instruction and, albeit slowly, eased herself up so she was standing, and then immediately clutched her stinging bottom cheeks dancing from foot to foot, knowing this was yet another humiliating display in front of these women, what with her breasts swaying around so fiercely but was not able to do anything about it. Her eyes were full of tears and so she could only make out blurred images but did hear the women laughing and joking between themselves. That only increased Jenny‘s feeling of humiliation, degradation, and inferiority, to everyone else in the room.
After a while, Jenny did calm down enough and got herself dressed again, making sure she eased the elastic of her knickers quite carefully down onto her stinging skin, and then, even though her vision was still blurred and was sniffing back tears, she looked at who she thought was Mrs Denver, and said, “Sorry, Mrs Denver.”
Mrs Denver kept the stern look on her face as she outlined her idea for Jenny’s continued discipline, saying, “Ladies, please do keep a close eye on Mrs Howe’s behaviour. I’ll be expecting a Punishment Slip for the slightest signs of rebellious behaviour or inadequacy. You have my email address, so just send the slip to me and I’ll get Charlotte to set up an appointment for Mrs Howe to come to my Study for another caning on her very bare bottom.”
Mrs Denver smiled to herself when she saw the wide-eyed consternation on Jenny’s face. Then, to add further to Jenny’s woes, she said to Carla, “Carla, please alert your contacts to the new regime for Mrs Howe, and feel free to send me Punishment Slips on their behalf. Also, Punishment Letters will be back for Mrs Howe, and I will very much appreciate it if you will take over being her responsible adult. In fact, she will get a Punishment Letter today and so will need to meet with you this evening so you can give her a very hard bare bottom spanking with your hand and a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush. Is that okay with you Carla?”
Carla feigned reluctance as she replied, “I will if you insist, Mrs Denver,”
Mrs Denver knew Carla well enough to know the reluctance was a show to put Mrs Howe in her place and so replied, “Yes please, Carla, as that will help me.”
Carla replied, “In that case, of course, Mrs Denver.” She then glared at Jenny as she wrote her address on a piece of paper, handed it to her, and commanded, “You will come to my house at eight o’clock this evening and I will give you your spanking.”
Jenny knew she had no right to object even though she hated the idea of being spanked by a cleaning lady, and replied submissively, “Yes, Carla.”
Mrs Denver felt that what she had set out was the fairest way to make sure that, in future, Mrs Howe wasn’t nasty or disrespectful to any of these ladies, whilst at the same time continued to suffer the caning and spanking that she deserved. She knew that was well received by Carla, Ellen and Jane, and that they would properly impose their new authority over Mrs Howe who would no doubt be returning for another caning on a regular basis.
Mrs Denver emphasised how obedient Mrs Howe had to be from now on by demanding, “Is that understood, Mrs Howe?”
A trembling Jenny felt even further down the social scale and much further from being the alpha female she no longer thought she was, as she replied, “Yes, Mrs Denver, completely.”
Mrs Denver was satisfied with Mrs Howe’s obedience and replied in a stern voice, “Okay, Mrs Howe, you can go.”
Ellen said sarcastically, “Enjoy your evening, Jenny.”
Jane smiled happily at Jenny and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jenny. We have a busy day so I will need you to work very hard.” There was a clear but unspoken, ‘Or else,’ left hanging in the air which
Jenny certainly understood and reminded herself Jane land Ellen had disciplinary authority over her so fought to hold her tongue and succeeded, so again thought she was learning.
To add insult to injury, in Jenny’s view, Carla said, “See, you Mrs Howe.”
Jenny realised she mustn’t say anything rude to the cleaning lady either which told her she was definitely learning to change.
Jenny walked out of the Study and went to Charlotte who already had her Punishment Letter ready.
Charlotte showed her disdain for Jenny by saying a sarcastic, “See you in the morning, Mrs Howe, with your signed Punishment Letter.”
Jenny knew to be obedient to Charlotte as well, and replied, “Yes, miss.”
Charlotte added with a smirk, “I have noted that Carla is your new responsible adult and so she will be getting a message from me every time I give you the Punishment Letter.”
Jenny felt even more inferior as she replied, “Thank you, miss.”
Jenny left the office and walked along the corridor and got close to the toilets, and found she had calmed down and even thought how her bottom was stinging so much more than ever before but realised that she had flutters flying around her vagina, as subs did after a punishment. She was surprised but supposed that as awful as the caning had been, she was turned on again. So, she went into the toilets and quickly pulled her dress up and pushed her knickers down and gasped at her welt covered bottom cheeks but was smiling as she had got through such a hard caning on her already caned bottom. She even started to feel aroused by the thought of being spanked by Carla.
As she went into a cubicle and sat down on the toilet pan, she also reckoned that if she behaved most of the time then she could pick and choose when to misbehave and get another Punishment Slip. That meant that maybe she was still the alpha woman, and feeling much happier she ran her fingers along her very wet pussy lips, easing inside her vagina and bringing herself so quickly to a fabulous orgasm. As she calmed down after her orgasm, she reckoned maybe with a few days’ gap during which she would behave, she would then earn herself another Punishment Slip from one of her behaviour monitors.
After everyone dispersed Mrs Denver sat on her chair behind her desk and eased her fingers under her skirt and into her knickers and she brought herself to an orgasm very quickly. She knew that Jenny Howe had more trips to make to her Study and with that thought she quickly gave herself a second even better orgasm, thinking how she so loved disciplining her and was certainly looking forward to caning Mrs Howe again as she doubted that she had the ability to be nice to everyone all of the time.
