Megan had giggled when she sent the instruction off. It had only been a joke when she had set her mum up but now it made sense as she was risking failing the evening class she was taking.
Megan was twenty-years-old and in her last year at Uni. Her mum, Stella, had insisted Megan be included in the Student Discipline Programme believing that she needed the same level of direction as she got when living at home. It was an organisation that took instructions from the adult registered as responsible for the student with regard to discipline. It was a good system because if a student was used to being spanked when at home it allowed the parent or Responsible Adult to organise a spanking given by a professional disciplinarian at the students digs when they lived away from home when at University.
Megan had agreed to sign on to the scheme because, if not, her mum was going to insist she went to Uni in her home town. Megan’s Uni of choice, though, was a hundred miles away and so she had joined under sufferance and felt Stella should have trusted her more and so held a bit of a grudge.
If discipline had been required then Megan would have had to wait in her rooms for the disciplinarian to arrive, and dealing with her meant anything from a hand spanking through to a paddle hairbrush, to worse a dozen or more strokes of the cane. In the event, Megan remained focussed and did her work without any issues arising that would have involved the Programme.
Megan wasn’t actually Stella’s daughter. She wasn’t even her step-daughter as, whilst her dad and she lived with Stella, he wasn’t married to her. Megan did, though, have a quite a normal mum daughter relationship arguing incessantly although always making up afterwards with a hug.
After a couple of years though Megan’s dad and Stella started to row and one day he went away on business, met a woman, and only came back once to collect his things. He had expected Megan to go with him but she was settled with Stella, preferred her to the new woman in her dad’s life, and as she was over eighteen-years-old at the time decided to stay, and Stella was happy to have her. In fact, theirs became much more of a chummy mummy relationship as both loved to portray each other as mum and daughter, but both saw themselves as very good friends, albeit of different generations.
Stella had a life of her own as well. She felt lonely when Megan was away at Uni but took the opportunity to attend evening classes studying business as she had wanted to better her career prospects.
She and Megan had gone out for a drink when Megan was back on holidays and had discussed Stella’s new course. Megan was all for it but after a couple of glasses of wine was nicely relaxed and thought she would have some fun and raised the Student Discipline Programme. Megan had made it sound like a serious discussion with Stella that as a student she should also join the Programme. Stella didn’t mind the thought of being disciplined as she was into the local S&M scene. However, she had kept that from Megan as she was worried it would complicate their relationship, and, although for most of the discussion had said no, saying she was too old, right at the end after a few more glasses of wine she winked and crossed her fingers but agreed to joining the scheme.
Megan smiled back knowing that she had recorded the acceptance, and the wink and crossed fingers would not be heard.
Megan had assumed that Stella wouldn’t fall foul of the Programme but entered her into it in any case as a bit of a joke. The written agreement of the student wasn’t needed and only the authority of the responsible adult, with Megan entering her name as that person.
However, when Megan discovered that Stella had been reported for drinking at lunchtime and then that afternoon failed a test miserably and had been abrupt with a teacher, she saw it as out of character for Stella and decided to refer Stella to the Programme as a one-off deterrent. She did assume that Stella would just refuse to submit to the punishment in any case, but hoped the shock would make her focus on her course again.
Stella had forgotten all about the Programme and assumed that she wasn’t part of it and so hadn’t understood the text message telling her to be available in her rooms, actually, of course, her own house, between two and three o’clock that afternoon, and that the Disciplinarian would arrive between those times.
Stella replied saying there must be a mistake. She got a message back telling her if she wasn’t there then she would be ejected from her studies, and was worried enough to stay in.
At five minutes passed two there was a ring on the doorbell. Stella was at least happy she didn’t have to wait the whole hour and got ready to explain the mistake. She opened the door and saw a young lady standing there with a stern smile on her face. She had long dark hair tied back into a pony-tail, and was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved dress and Stella could see she had bare legs. Stella didn’t want to chat by the front door and waved the young lady in and closed the door behind her.
Stella was wearing a sleeveless floral dress with a hem halfway down her thigh and also had bare legs.
The young lady walked into the hallway and as the front door closed she turned and said in a stern tone, “I’m the disciplinarian, Miss Dawkins. Where shall I carry out the punishment. The dining room is best.”
Stella immediately retorted, “There has been a mistake, erm, Miss Dawkins, as I am not in the programme.”
Miss Dawkins wasn’t fazed and replied, “Well I know that you are in the programme.”
Stella shook her head as she said, “I haven’t signed anything.”
Miss Dawkins continued in her officious tone. “You don’t need to sign anything. I have a voice file and in it you told your responsible adult you would join, and she signed you in. Her name is Megan.”
Stella was thrown and exclaimed, “But she’s my step-daughter and not my responsible adult.”
Miss Dawkins was getting annoyed. “Now look, Stella, we get told all the time the person we are sent to deal with is not registered but I can tell you that the voice file is absolutely clear and you agreed to join the programme.”
Stella suddenly remembered the conversation with Megan and explained, “Oh, now I remember. I had my fingers crossed and she knew I was joking. Surely that counts?”
Miss Dawkins replied bossily, “The only thing that matters now is that if I leave without disciplining you then you will have opted out of your course.”
Stella didn’t want that and except for that one test she was well up in the class and was going to pass for sure. She even had a job offer if she passed. However, she saw that Miss Dawkins was serious and now seeing her crossed fingers and wink won’t have been registered on the voice file she could see how the words alone would be what was registered. So, not wanting to leave the course and the job opportunity, she asked albeit reluctantly, “What’s the punishment?”
Miss Dawkins didn’t even look surprised at the quick acceptance and replied without any feelings of elation, “For failing the test a hand spanking on your bare bottom. For being abrupt to the teacher I will also use the hairbrush. For drinking too much it is six strokes of the cane on your bare bottom.”
To be fair, Stella wasn’t overly concerned about the punishment as she rather enjoyed the pain of being spanked and had been caned several times as well as she was into the local S&M scene. What did worry her, though, was how young Miss Dawkins looked. “How old are you?” she asked, and was unhappy when Miss Dawkins said, “Twenty-two-years-old.”
Stella said, “Crikey, but you are only two years older than my step-daughter.”
Miss Dawkins still wasn’t sympathetic. “I can tell you, Stella, when you are across my lap, with your face inches from the floor, or maybe looking at the backs of my legs, you won’t be thinking how old I am but more how much it is hurting.”
Stella knew that was right and it wasn’t so long ago that she had been spanked by a girl she had met at an event who was just nineteen-years-old and her age certainly didn’t hold her back. So, it seemed every argument she put up was destroyed by the very authoritative Miss Dawkins. “I guess so,” she admitted.
Miss Dawkins waited for another argument but as none came she announced, “So let’s get this done. As you argued I will add three strokes of the cane so now it’s nine.” After a moment she added, “Unless you still want to argue with me?”
Stella knew she had to accept the position and, nodding her head, said reluctantly, “No, Miss Dawkins. I will do as you ask.”
Miss Dawkins gave a stern smile as she opened her bag and took out a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush and a long cane with a hooked end.
Miss Dawkins saw the look of concern on Stella’s face and said, “It’s a senior cane.”
Stella knew it was as she had been caned enough times with a cane just like it. However, she just pursed her lips, swallowed, and nodded her head, before saying a submissive, “Yes, of course, Miss Dawkins.”
As Miss Dawkins turned a dining chair into the room and sat down Stella focussed on her as a woman and was aroused. She always got aroused when about to be spanked or caned and now she was getting back into her submissive persona she was focusing on the punishment and the attractiveness of the dominant looking Miss Dawkins. She felt the flutters flying around her pussy and her nipples pushing her bra out and she bit her lip as she looked at the now seated Miss Dawkins, and, in particular, her lap.
Miss Dawkins saw that Stella’s whole attitude was now accepting the punishment she was about to receive but also saw her nipples pushing out her top and wondered if she was going to be one of those students who, when disciplined, actually enjoyed the pain, and, if she was, then she would deal with it. So, still assessing Stella’s sexual orientation towards pain she ordered, “Right, Stella, please raise your dress above your waist and remove your knickers.”
Stella smiled to herself as she had received that instruction so many times from women about to discipline her and just as she did all those times she pulled the hem of her dress up and well above her waist before edging her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushing them down to the floor and stepping out of them. She scooped them up and threw them on to the table.
Miss Dawkins wondered at the almost enthusiastic approach that Stella was now showing and was more and more convinced that she enjoyed being punished and, thinking that might be the case, she looked sternly at Stella and ordered in her normal officious tone, “Get across my lap.”
Stella bit her lip as she looked down at Miss Dawkins thighs before easing herself down and across her lap and even enjoyed looking at the backs of her legs.
Miss Dawkins decided it was best to get going knowing she would find out soon enough if Stella was aroused by the prospect of being spanked and caned and started to rub her bottom in circles and saw that Stella seemed quite relaxed and was even breathing deeply as though aroused.
Miss Dawkins raised her hand and brought it down firmly on Stella’s far bottom cheek and thought the gasp she gave was about right. She then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks turning her bottom redder and redder. What was noticeable, though, was that Stella started to tense her thighs which Miss Dawkins knew meant she was trying to masturbate.
Stella was used to the spanks landing on alternate bottom cheeks and looked as she normally did at the woman’s legs which she saw were well toned and very kissable. She looked at Miss Dawkins toes which were uncovered by the cut away tips of her high-heeled shoes and saw her nails were a lovely pale blue colour and wanted to suck those toes as well.
As the spanks continued Stella felt flutters flying around her vagina and started to tense her thighs feeling more and more aroused and wanted to edge herself towards an orgasm as she always did when accepting a discipline spanking. Of course, usually it was role-play with a woman she met at an S&M event who was sexually aroused by disciplining her just as she was sexually aroused by being disciplined. This wasn’t the same, but Stella reckoned Miss Dawkins wouldn’t notice and would take her erotically charged groans as gasps of pain.
Miss Dawkins kept the spanks landing on alternate bare bottom cheeks and did what she always did turning them darker and darker shades of red. She was going to change her focus to Stella’s legs but saw her tense her thighs again whilst letting out louder and louder gasps. It wasn’t so common but equally, it wasn’t so uncommon that the student she was disciplining was aroused by the pain. Occasionally it was a new sensation for the person being disciplined and he or she was mortified that they got those feelings. Most, though, simply enjoyed being disciplined, or, rather, enjoyed the stinging sensation afterwards rather than the pain itself which was a means to an end.
So, as Miss Dawkins watched Stella tense her thighs time and again she now knew that she was one of those who used the pain of the spanking to get an orgasm part way through the punishment as well as experience orgasms afterwards. Miss Dawkins listened as, slowly, Stella’s gasps got louder and louder and then, as well as tensing her thighs, she also allowed her bottom to gyrate and eventually let out a long erotic gasp before lying still and, presumably, hoping she didn’t notice. However, she did.
Miss Dawkins allowed Stella to settle and then rubbed her bottom and the backs of her legs. Now it was her turn to enforce her authority over the very naughty Stella and as she rubbed her bottom and squeezed her reddened bottom cheeks so she got further gasps from Stella. After a few gasps, she rubbed the backs of Stella’s legs and eased her hand between them and rubbed her inner thigh.
Stella had enjoyed her orgasm and liked the way that Miss Dawkins now rubbed her bottom and the backs of her legs and was so relaxed as she parted her legs as Miss Dawkins eased her hand down between them and rubbed her inner thigh. Might she tease another orgasm out of the young disciplinarian, she wondered, and thought she would as Miss Dawkins ran her finger along her pussy lips.
Miss Dawkins was now certain that Stella had had an orgasm because as she rubbed her inner thigh she ran her finger along her pussy lips and felt how damp they were. So, smiling wickedly to herself, she kept her fingers on Stella’s pussy lips as she rubbed her inner thigh and ran her hand up and down and listened to Stella’s increasingly sensual sighs and gasps and then the long erotic gasp that told her that Stella had cum for a second time.
Stella was now so relaxed, as she always was after cumming when across someone’s lap being disciplined, and loved the warmth of having her bottom rubbed and squeezed again which only made the sensation better. Stella told herself, happily, that this Miss Dawkins was young and innocent and can’t be realising how she was giving her just what she wanted and not the punishment she was supposed to give. Moments later, Stella had her second and even more explosive orgasm and she felt so elated with herself.
Everything changed though when Miss Dawkins smacked Stella’s legs and asked in a sexy almost come-on voice, “Did you enjoy that, Stella?”
Stella was so relaxed she didn’t catch the sarcasm in Miss Dawkins’ voice, and, thinking how maybe they could have sex afterwards, replied, “Yes, and you are so lovely.”
Miss Dawkins had had enough and proven her point and pursing her lips in annoyance made her feelings clear when she asked sharply, “Do you know the rules about having an orgasm during a punishment, Stella?”
The sharpness of the tone shook Stella out of her reverie and as she felt more smacks on her legs she knew something was wrong and took a few moments to realise Miss Dawkins was cross with her. “Erm, I mean, err,” but the pain took over.
Miss Dawkins landed several more smacks on the backs of Stella’s legs and said as she did so, “Giving yourself an orgasm breaks the rules and so I will be starting your punishment again and deal with your penalty afterwards.”
Of course, Stella had no idea what was meant by her penalty nor what would be involved but right now her only concern was the spanking that she knew would leave her in tears and worse. Indeed, Stella struggled with the increasing pain of the very hard smacks on the backs of her legs which didn’t give her the same feelings of arousal as usual and as the spanks continued she knew that she had now cum twice and that usually after a second orgasm during a spanking the rest of the spanking just hurts without any of the feelings of arousal. Some subs make themselves cum twice before starting the punishment for just that reason, and she now knew that Miss Dawkins had intentionally given her the second orgasm to make her sexually satisfied so that she could give her a spanking that would now really hurt.
Miss Dawkins kept the harder and harder spanks landing on the backs of Stella’s legs and now heard gasps of pain rather than arousal and was fully intent on making sure the rest of the punishment was the intended discipline spanking. After two-dozen more spanks on the backs of Stella’s legs she heard Stella sob for the first time and knew the pain was taking a hold so she turned and picked up the hairbrush that was on the table behind her, tapped the paddle side a couple of times on Stella’s bottom, raised her arm, and brought the paddle hairbrush down very firmly on her bottom and savoured the pained gasp.
Stella was struggling more and more with the spanks on the backs of her legs and told herself how silly she was to think Miss Dawkins had been naive. In fact, she was the naive one thinking a disciplinarian would not be trained for such things, and now she was on the receiving end of what would, no doubt, be the most painful and difficult to deal with spanking that she had ever been given. Worse, now, was the spanking with the hairbrush and as her eyes filled with tears which quickly dribbled down her face so she was reduced to a crying blubbering naughty young woman being punished not just for drinking and failing her test and being rude to a teacher, but for using the punishment to experience not just one but two orgasms.
Stella didn’t know how many spanks she was given with the hairbrush and was crying uncontrollably when she heard Miss Dawkins order, “Right, Stella, get up so I can give you the cane.”
Stella gasped as she had quite forgotten she still had six strokes of the cane although as she eased herself up she remembered it had been increased to nine strokes for arguing. As she stood up her hands flew to her bottom and she rubbed furiously and would have continued to do so except Miss Dawkins ordered, “Stop rubbing or else you will get more strokes.”
Stella cried in anguish and was distraught as she held her hands together in front of her tummy to stop herself rubbing her stinging bottom.
“Bend over the dining table and hold on to the sides. If you cover your bottom that stroke won’t count.” Miss Dawkins ordered.
Stella was sobbing and felt the tears still dribbling down her face as she went to the end of the table and bent over stretching as far as she could before grabbing the sides of the table. She had been caned like this before and knew to grab the table as far up as she could so that her bottom cheeks were stretched as that would increase the pain of the caning. Of course, she wasn’t thinking straight now as her bottom stung so much and she did what she usually did rather than try to take up a position to reduce the pain. Mind you, she also now knew that Miss Dawkins was an experienced disciplinarian even being so young and she supposed she would have been told to stretch her arms anyway.
Miss Dawkins watched happily as Stella bent over the dining table and grabbed the sides as far up as she could so her already very red bottom was stretched so nicely. It saved her the trouble of instructing the student to be caned to do just that, but felt no sympathy for Stella and still intended making it a hard caning. She saw it as her job to push the students to their limits in any case.
Stella felt the cane being rubbed sideways across her bottom and knew the stinging in her bottom would only increase. Was she feeling erotic again, though, she wondered as she felt more flutters in her vagina? It was possible, she supposed, because now she had come to terms with the fact that Miss Dawkins was being so strict with her and she still wanted to give her tongue sex afterwards as she usually did after a discipline session.
Miss Dawkins could see that Stella was relaxing as she rubbed the cane across her bottom. Of course, she had already made sure that she was positioned so that the end of the cane would land wholly on Stella’s far bottom cheek rather than thin air to ensure the maximin pain. However, she also decided that as Stella had accepted her authority without question, and she rather liked the way she was now being extremely submissive for an adult, she even started to hope that she would have to call on her again. However, she had a caning to give, and a very hard one at that, and her professionalism took over as she pulled the cane back, focussed on Stella’s bottom, and brought the cane down firmly, watching it cut into Stella’s bottom cheeks partially disappearing, and then when she lifted the cane back up saw the quickly developing red welt and listened happily to Stella’s pained cry.
Stella knew the cane had been lifted from her bottom and that moments later the first stroke would land and when it did she could not help but cry out with the pain. She had been caned before after a spanking and it was actually a lovely experience as she was aroused and usually welcomed the additional pain. Today, though, with her erotic feelings eroded following her double orgasms, the pain was just pain and really hurt. So, as the pain cascaded around her bottom she clasped hold of the table remembering the threat of extra strokes if she tried to cover her bottom and set her mind to accept eight more very hard strokes. When the second stroke landed it hurt even more and she closed her eyes tightly and hissed in and out through clenched teeth as she tried to cope with the pain. To be fair to herself, though, she reckoned that she was handling the pain pretty well and once again those flutters flew around her vagina.
Miss Dawkins watched the second red welt develop but only for a few moments as she pulled the cane back and landed it again just below the first two welts. As the third welt developed and she heard the pained cry from Stella she pulled her arm back again and landed again exactly where she had aimed for just below the other three welts. The hissing sound Stella was making and the head shaking were a sure sign the caning was hurting, which was just as intended.
The fourth cane stroke was harder for Stella to deal with but she knew why as there was only a minimal gap between strokes and so little time for the cascading pain to recede. She raised one leg and stamped it on the floor in a bid to quell the pain although she knew that Miss Dawkins would see it as a successful sign from her standpoint. The fifth stroke was the same as was the sixth by which time Stella was experiencing the mixed emotions of struggling with the pain whilst having a vagina telling her she was getting aroused by those same strokes.
Miss Dawkins was sure that Stella was struggling with the caning as all she heard were pained cries and hissing sounds through clenched teeth, and saw Stella throw her head backward or shake her head from side to side, and the stamping foot, all of which were classic signs that the caning was having the desired effect of being a punishment. Equally, she smiled as each new red welt developed and she knew that Stella would have trouble sitting down comfortably for hours to come.
The seventh stroke brought the now expected hissing and head shaking and pained cries as well as Stella desperately clutching the sides of the table. Miss Dawkins, though, still had no sympathy for Stella as she was both naughty and showed her disrespect for the Programme by cumming twice during her spanking. So, she did what she reserved for the students she deemed needed the most correction and decided to deliver a double stroke, so the final two strokes landing within a second of each other.
Before the double stroke landed Stella knew she was two strokes away from the end and was thinking about how she so wanted another orgasm but would definitely wait for Miss Dawkins to leave. However, she had not expected the double stroke and cried out like she hadn’t before during any part of today’s punishment. As she shook her head fiercely and let out an anguished cry and stamped her foot twice and clung desperately on to the table she was now just glad the punishment was over.
“You can get up, Stella,” Miss Dawkins announced, much to Stella’s relief as this was the hardest punishment she had ever been given.
As Stella pushed herself up from the dining table and straightened up her hands flew to her stinging bottom and she rubbed furiously as she stepped from foot to foot. She looked at Mss Dawkins packing her bag and now had a definite respect for her as, whilst she might be on the young side, she knew how to discipline someone very well indeed. She even wondered if she would have to be disciplined by her again although doubted it would be because of her grades.
In fact, Miss Dawkins wasn’t finished quite yet. She turned and spoke to Stella in her still haughty officious tone of voice. “Under the programme rules, if a student intentionally masturbates during the discipline then they are reported to their responsible adult who is asked to discipline the student themselves or request the disciplinarian return to repeat the punishment. Whilst you were doing your dance I sent a message to Megan and will let you know her reply.”
Stella was horrified, thinking that surely Megan would not be allowed to discipline her as she was only twenty-years-old. Mind you, she then thought, Miss Dawkins was just twenty-two-years-old and she was so right when she said that once across her lap her age would be the last thing to concern her. However, Megan also lived with her and, although not her daughter or step-daughter, always looked on her as exactly that. Stella even wondered what if Megan said she would discipline her? Could she object, she wondered?
Just then Miss Dawkins’ phone pinged. She picked it up and read the message before looking at Stella and announcing, “Megan will be home on Saturday and will discipline you then.”
Stella realised Miss Dawkins made the announcement as a statement and did not leave it open for any objections.
Miss Dawkins saw the concern on Stella’s face and simply said with a stern look on her face, “You will follow the rules or be ejected from your course.” After glaring at Stella and waiting a moment to see if there was going to be an argument and deciding no argument was coming she held out her tablet and demanded, “Sign to say I have disciplined you, please.”
Stella was still too unhappy at the thought of Megan disciplining her on Saturday to even read what she was signing but as Miss Dawkins pressed a key she heard her say, “A copy will go to both Megan and yourself.”
Miss Dawkins also laid two canes on the dining table. “These are for Megan to use on you on Saturday.”
After another moment Miss Dawkins added, “Have a good day,” and walked herself out of the dining room and opened and closed the front door as she left the house.
Stella looked thoughtfully at the two canes and pondered what was likely to happen on Saturday. However, it wasn’t long before she went upstairs and lay on her bed on her tummy with her hand between her legs and slowly and deliciously ran her fingers along her wet pussy lips and gave herself another most wonderful of orgasm. She was still turned on by the caning by the so dominant Miss Dawkins and waited only a few minutes and ran her fingers once again along her even wetter pussy lips, edging her fingers inside her vagina, flicking her taut clit, and bringing herself to yet another even more wonderful orgasm.
Stella relaxed on the bed thinking first about Miss Dawkins before her thoughts moved on to Megan who she would have to face on Saturday.
To be continued …
