Mrs. Denver spoke very clearly and firmly,
“Mrs. Howe, you will be first now, the strokes will be more spaced out, and I repeat they will be rather harder than the first six.”
Mrs. Denver smiled when she remembered of course she had given both ladies seven strokes, the seventh being the penalty they both had to pay because Mrs. Howe had stood up after the first stroke, a definite no no, and an act everyone knew was never tolerated by the Principal.
Olivia had explained to her Mum that these six would be worse as well because Mrs. Denver will be watching for when they are not tense and so the cane will bite much more deeply in to their bottom cheeks.
Jenny was determined to take the strokes and not break down in tears. Very determined.
“Bottoms out please,” Mrs. Denver repeated, and smiled as the two bare bottoms obediently sat up pertly, as though beckoning Mrs. Denver to cane them, and of course she was more than happy to oblige. She tapped the two waiting bare bottoms signalling the last six strokes were to be delivered. The last six only if neither lady decided to stand up after any of the strokes.
Charlotte was still looking through the gap still had her hand inside her knickers gently massaging her wet pussy as she watched mother and daughter struggle through their punishment. She knew how they felt, having been caned so often herself, so at 25 years old she could relate more than most to the impact this was having on the 42 year old Mum being disciplined with her 17 year old daughter, both struggling to cope, both feeling the pain, both wanting it to be over, but both knowing there were several more strokes to come before they would be allowed to stand up.
Mrs. Denver landed each stroke with equal vigour, recognising the pain being felt by mother and daughter but intent on teaching them the error of their ways. They are taking responsibility for their actions and Mrs. Denver intended making sure it was a lesson they would not want to repeat.
Mrs. Denver allowed only a second between caning Mrs. Howe and then Olivia, but waited ten or twenty seconds between strokes. She knew the time lag would seem interminable to mother and daughter, but experience told her each would allow their bottoms to relax and when they did she would quickly apply the next round of strokes and be rewarded with two gasps that got louder and longer after each stroke.
After the eighth stroke Olivia started to cry again, the caning being much harder than any she had been given before, and as each stroke landed only when Mrs. Denver had spotted her bottom was relaxed it increased the pain, and even bending her legs and wiggling her bottom did little to reduce the pain, her shoulders shuddered, her chest heaved, she cried freely, desperately wanting the punishment to end. The tenth and eleventh strokes added to her misery and to her tears and throbbing bottom.
Mrs. Howe was becoming oblivious to her daughter’s suffering as she suffered herself, regretting her error, not even daring to think how she had lied to Mrs. Denver, how she had not dropped her daughter off at the gate, how in fact the two of them had deliberately gone to the shopping mall so they were first in line for the huge plasma TV screen that was on sale for £1 to the first person there. They had expected to have made the purchase and still get to the Academy in time. Olivia hadn’t wanted to go because of the test but her Mum insisted, saying how much fun it would be, well in truth she just wanted the company. She was paying for it now, well they both were.
Jenny was being taken to the very edge of what the 42 year old Mum could bear. Her bottom stung so much and she nearly lost control and was about to stand up again but recovered just in time and grabbed hold of the chair just as hard as she could as the tears flowed and all she could do was cry and wait for the nightmare to be over not realising her bottom was now criss crossed with sharp red lines but still she just managed to keep in position.
She waited for the next stroke, breathing heavily, listening to her daughters sobbing, feeling guilty, looking on this caning as fully justified, given to a mother who put herself first. This was some lesson though, a very painful lesson. She couldn’t imagine being aroused after such a caning. Surely all feelings of sexual excitement will disappear for ages. Surely.
Olivia knew this had been a far harder caning than any she had been given previously, but being next to her Mum, listening to the swish as it flew through the air knowing it was aimed at her Mum and not her, hearing her Mum’s gasp of agony, that was so different also. She had never been caned with anyone else before. She had watched friends being spanked knowing she was being watched when it was her turn but this was different. She quite liked that bit. Listening to her Mum being caned. It turned her on actually.
It wasn’t so funny when it was her turn of course.
Just then Olivia heard the cane swish, heard the cane thwack home and her Mum gasp, realised what was about to happen to her, tried to tense her already sore and stinging bottom but wasn’t quick enough, and gasped herself as the cane bit painfully in to her bottom again and burst into tears again.
Mrs. Denver congratulated herself at her timing, just when both bottoms had relaxed. No doubt when the ladies recovered from their initial burst of pain they would tell themselves to focus, to keep their bottoms tense until the caning was over, but she knew so many failed time and again.
When that last stroke bit in to her bare bottom Mrs. Howe was so thankful the punishment was over. She relaxed but the pain spread across her bottom and as she held on to the chair her bottom quivered, and she could not stop herself crying, sobs echoing around the room but she knew she was actually making the same deep chesty sobs as Olivia. She also knew her daughter recovered rather faster than she did as she was unable to stop her own sobs continuing until well after her daughters had finished.
Mrs. Denver and Charlotte both looked at the two well striped bottoms and as they watched so both mother and daughter continued to bend each leg in turn, trying to take their minds off the spreading pain, but both unable to. The crying continued and Mrs. Denver thought letting them cry would be good for them, still bent over, ready to receive further strokes if Mrs. Denver wanted to.
Mrs. Denver quietly went to the door and closed it, winking at Charlotte who smiled back, both knowing that inside the Study were two very well caned bottoms.
“You may stand,” Mrs. Denver eventually instructed, and slowly mother and daughter straightened up looking immediately ahead, tears filling their eyes, each not daring to look at the other, waiting for instructions.
“Have you learnt your lessons?” Mrs. Denver asked shortly.
Mother and daughter said, “Yes Mrs. Denver,” in unison both still sobbing.
“You may rub,” Mrs. Denver said shortly and smiled at the almost comical sight the two pairs of hands rubbing their respective bottoms and as they rubbed they hopped from foot to foot.
Mrs. Denver decided to wait for Mrs. Howe in particular to recover some more, well aware of the humiliation she must feel knowing her daughter had recovered far faster. Mrs. Howe continued to sob freely, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face scrunched up in pain, still rubbing her bottom. Slowly though she also recovered but her breathing was still heavier than Olivia’s.
Mrs. Denver allowed them a few more moments rubbing time before sitting down and looking up at the two very unhappy wet faces.
“We need to discuss your punishment envelopes when you are ready.”
Slowly the rubbing stopped and mother and daughter stood looking at Mrs. Denver with one hand on each bottom cheek, oblivious to their naked pussy’s staring back at Mrs. Denver.
“Right, Olivia I think you are quite straightforward. Your mother here will deal with your letter as usual.”
Mrs. Denver looked at Mrs. Howe and asked, “Presumably you will deal with your daughter appropriately tonight Mrs. Howe.”
Mrs. Howe sobbed again before saying, “Yes Mrs. Denver, as usual.” Another lie of course, but she never could stop lying.
“Quite so,” Mrs. Denver said, nodding her head, completely unaware that Mrs. Howe was one of the Mums who didn’t actually spank their son or daughter as requested, not because they didn’t believe in spanking, but just that they couldn’t be bothered to. Olivia knew this but didn’t allow it to show on her face.
“What about you Mrs. Howe?”
Mrs. Howe was still occasionally sobbing from her caning, but knew she had to answer Mrs. Denver who waited for an answer. The parents could choose from a list of people Mrs. Denver had approved who were willing to discipline adults.
“I have chosen Mrs. Fox,” Mrs.
“I know you have and I am sure she would give you a long and deservedly hard spanking,” Mrs. Denver answered coolly, “But I want you to make another choice.”
Mrs. Howe knew what Mrs. Denver was thinking but had resisted choosing her own Mother to spank her. The thought of being 42 years old and still put across her Mother’s lap she reckoned would actually be more humiliating than being spanked by Mrs. Fox, almost a stranger. .
Mrs. Denver wasn’t having any of it though, and said,
“I have decided your Mother will sign your letter.”
Mrs. Denver stared at the still sobbing Mrs. Howe who wanted to object but was suddenly scared of the fixed look Mrs. Denver gave he and her resistance totally collapsed when Mrs. Denver added, “Of course if you would care to bend over again we can discuss it after, shall we say, six of the best?”
Mrs. Howe let out another sob and said, “No Mrs. Denver, that won’t be necessary. My Mum will do it.”
“Good choice Mrs. Howe,” she said sarcastically.
Mrs. Denver was satisfied all around and said, “Right, Charlotte will complete the procedure so please get dressed and go and see her.”
Mother and daughter quickly put their knickers and skirts back on and Mrs. Howe in particular felt better having her well spanked bottom covered up. The two wet faced women turned and went to the door and let themselves out. Mrs. Denver could have asked them to thank her but as they were both still letting out occasional sobs she decided that would be churlish.
Mrs. Howe and Olivia stood by Charlotte’s desk still rubbing their bottoms and still wiping the quite persistent tears from their faces as she entered the details of their punishment in to the Punishment Book, and handed them each their envelope.
Charlotte looked at Mrs. Howe and said, “You do know you must both bring your letter in first thing tomorrow morning together and if either isn’t signed Mrs. Denver will give you both the same punishment again straight away, well plus a couple of penalty strokes of course.”
Mrs. Howe nodded, still not able to speak properly as she took her envelope. She was already dreading having to go and see her Mum this evening with the letter. The 42 year old knew tonight there would be another penalty to pay for the TV. It was particularly galling as she didn’t even get to buy the TV. She was the first in the queue but a man barged past her and got to the counter first, and they got back to the Academy too late because they tried to convince the shop to make an exception and give them a TV too. It all went so badly wrong and landed them with the caning they had just received and the envelopes in their hands.
A couple of minutes later and Mrs. Howe and Olivia left Charlotte’s office and made their way to the car for a painful drive home.
Back at the Academy Mrs. Denver asked Charlotte to come in and close the door behind her. There was no one left at school except the caretaker and he never came to Mrs. Denver’s Study until he saw her leave the building.
“Well?”She asked Charlotte with a broad grin.
“That was so cool. You were so strong with them.”
Mrs. Denver patted her lap and Charlotte gladly sat down on her boss, putting her arms around her neck and lent in to kiss her on the lips. Mrs. Denver returned the kiss, pushing her tongue in to Charlotte’s mouth, their tongues intertwined, and her free hand stroked Charlotte’s leg, moving under her skirt, her legs parting to allow Mrs. Denver to stroke her inner thigh and run her finger along her pussy at first over her knickers and then edging her hand inside and running her finger up and down her soaking wet hair covered slit.
Mrs. Denver put on her annoyed face and asked, “Have you been touching yourself when watching me cane those two?”
Charlotte blushed, looked down, and replied, “Yes, sorry.”
“Well you know that means a spanking for you don’t you, and the cane, when I get you back to my place?”
“Yes,” Charlotte said meekly, but looking forward to the ordeal which she knew would be followed by her being taken to bed.
Mrs. Denver took Charlotte’s hand and led her over to the sofa, and as she stood in front of the sofa quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and unhooked her bra before slipping both off her shoulders and down her arms.
“I rather fancy having you here first dear?” Mrs. Denver said laughing.
Charlotte smiled and immediately started to undress herself. The two naked women fell on to the sofa in each other’s arms and held each other as they kissed and caressed each other, each gently rubbing the others pussy and enjoying the moans and groans from the other, until each had brought the other to orgasm. They lay together afterwards still caressing the other, still kissing, still so aroused by the way one had caned a grown woman, and the other had watched her do it.
“Now let’s go back to mine so we can do this properly?”
“Love to,” Charlotte responded.
They chatted as they got dressed. Charlotte asked, “Will Mrs. Howe’s Mum spank her properly?”
Mrs. Denver laughed. “Yes she will. She told me a while ago she thought her granddaughter had been allowed to get away with far too much and she blamed her Mrs. Howe. She has been waiting for ages for this chance to discipline her daughter. Mrs. Howe might try to wheedle her way out of another spanking but she is in for a shock.
Mrs. Howe and Olivia in the meantime had got home and had more or less recovered. They went to Jenny’s bedroom and both looked at their bottoms in the full length mirrors.
Jenny asked her daughter, “How do you feel?”
“Fine Mum, and you?”
“Well my bottom really tingles now. It’s quite nice really,” she replied smiling, gingerly feeling the weal’s, arousal returning, her pussy getting quite wet, and she almost came there and then when her daughter said,
“The rumour is Mrs. Denver uses a vibrator after caning someone. It is only a rumour though Mum.”
“Maybe,” Jenny said quietly, still delicately running her fingers along the red weal’s, and added, “Shall we try it then?”
They both laughed as Olivia went to her bedroom.
Jenny stood for a while in front of her mirror and marvelled at her red and lined bottom. She gasped again at the stinging feeling and as she continued to lightly touch the harsh red lines she felt a tingle in her pussy and when she felt herself she was wet. Overcome she went to her bedside cabinet and took out her vibrator. Moments later she was on her bed, fully naked, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, just catching the buzzing noise coming from her daughter’s bedroom, before surrendering to her most wonderful orgasm knowing her daughter will be lost in her own climax.
After reaching several wonderful orgasms Jenny went to the bathroom and found some cream and lay on the bed, on her stomach, rubbing the cool soothing cream in to her burning bottom, then with her other hand again rubbing her clit faster and faster until her gasps of delight filled the room and she came again.
She lay on her bed thinking over what had happened. She felt as alive as she remembered being scolded by Mrs. Denver and having to undress and then bend over next to her daughter as they were both caned. She became aroused again just thinking about the tingling of her bottom and the feel of her wet pussy.
She sparkled as she played over again and again the tidal wave of feelings. Arousal when realising the long held fantasy of being caned was going to happen today. The excruciatingly unbelievable pain and the uncontrollable tears when she was caned. The sexy stinging sensation of her bottom afterwards and the exciting touch of the ridged weals. Finally the ecstatic string of glorious orgasms she gave herself as she played the caning over in her mind.
She shuddered at the thought of the caning itself, reckoning it was too painful to be repeated. Well, the fantasy happened and she won’t need to be caned again. She will have today’s memories for whenever she needs an orgasm again. At worst she will get spanked by her Mum tonight. After that there is no need to be punished again. Ever. Her fantasy needed to be a once only experience.
Jenny was going to phone her Mother and ask to come round that evening, but would just sign her daughter’s letter as usual. She saw no reason to do otherwise.
She still wondered how come she was so turned on by being caned, but turned on she most certainly was. Did she feel the same about the prospect of being spanked by her Mum she wondered? Time would tell. She quaked at the thought of being put across her Mum’s lap and spanked but knew her pussy was wet as well. Her mind was in turmoil not knowing if she wanted to be spanked by her Mum or not as her fingers found her clit again and she dissolved in to her next orgasm.
This story will be continued ….
If you enjoyed this story please read the earlier chapters already published starting with the chapter titled – Mrs. Denver
