“Hullo Miss,” they both said respectfully remembering how she had controlled the last time they had disciplined Mr Turnbull and Mr Hickson. Miss Joiner was dressed in a long-sleeved white blouse and a blue skirt.
“Hullo girls,” Miss Joiner replied blushing, looking warily at Debra.
Emma and Debra were in their short-sleeved gingham dresses with bare legs and their hair pulled back in to ponytails as required by the college rules. There was a silence as weirdly, to the girls, Miss Joiner was looking them up and down. It felt strange to the girls, particularly as Miss Joiner was blushing.
“Erm, look, erm, girls,” Miss Joiner started. “I know I ordered you about the other day when you were, erm, caning Mr Thornton and Mr Hickson.” Miss Joiner stopped.
Emma saw the need to act and started to take control. “Yes Miss?” she said in a demanding voice.
Miss Joiner was startled by the strict tone. “Erm, yes, well, I know I told you not to discipline them again, and that is right, but I know that I was wrong.”
Again Miss Joiner faltered.
“Get to it, Miss Joiner. How were you wrong?” Debra asked as sternly as Emma had done.
The two girls looked at each other and were enjoying talking in this way to the older woman.
Again Miss Joiner looked flustered. “Well, I shouldn’t have let you continue and tell you to cane both of them. So I think as I am as much to blame that I should be disciplined.” Miss Joiner blushed again as she looked at the floor.
Debra was relieved that Miss Joiner wasn’t going to put them on report which would have led to them attending a punishment detention. However, instead they had the prospect of disciplining the school secretary.
Debra had had drinks a couple of times now with Miss Joiner. She had called her Susan when they were out. It hadn’t led to anything but there was a definite spark between them. The age difference, sixteen and thirty-four-years-old respectively, wasn’t an issue. Susan Joiner enjoyed the company of the teenager and Debra loved the repartee of almost a mother-daughter relationship.
Emma and Debra had spoken about Debra’s growing feelings for Susan. Emma was diplomatic and knowing she had a date involving her own girlfriend Lucy and a cane, she tactfully said, “I need to go, Debra. Can you deal with Joiner here by yourself?”
Debra half-smiled at Emma, appreciative of her friends’ tact, and replied decisively, “I can, Emma. Most definitely.”
Emma kept up the role-play. “Mind you, half an hour ago Hickson and Turnbull were taken to the Punishment Room by Miss Watson and Miss Fletcher. I listened outside for a bit and heard Miss Watson tell both men off. It was clear they were both going to be the ones being disciplined.”
“Oh,” Miss Joiner exclaimed. She opened her drawer and took out a key and said, “Well let’s go and see, shall we?”
Debra replied, “OK.”
“Let’s go Debra,” Miss Joiner said standing up.
Debra held up her hand and Miss Joiner stopped. She wagged her finger and said sternly, “You are under discipline, Joiner. You will address me in a more respectful manner as Miss Debra”
Susan Joiner gasped at the strict tone being used by the teenager. “Yes, Miss Debra. Very sorry, Miss Debra,” she said with a mixture of dread and deference. She was quickly getting turned-on by the dominant temperament of the teenager. Even with her dressed in her gingham school dress.
Debra got a real buzz from telling the older woman off, and with a stern look on her face said, “OK, Joiner. Just remember who is in charge now.”
“Yes, Miss,” Susan replied again maintaining a respectful tone. She also realised that it won’t be long before she would be disciplined herself and knew answering back or rudeness of any kind earned extra discipline.
Emma left first and made her way out of the college. She knew her Mum was out overnight and she and Lucy had the house to themselves. She sent a text to Lucy. ‘I will be back in five. Get ready for a spanking and caning.’
Lucy replied. ‘I am undressed and facing the wall, Miss. The cane is hanging on the back of the chair.’
Emma smiled as she looked forward to getting home.
Debra and Susan made their way to the Punishment Room. Susan used her key and opened the door.
Chloe and Pippa looked around in surprise. They were both dressed in their sleeveless dark blue dresses with hems just above the knee and looked very strict as they held their canes.
Mr Hickson was facing the wall with his hands on his head and several red ridged lines across his bottom. Mr Turnbull was bent over the caning table and had some red lines already but not as many as Mr Hickson. Chloe Watson was in the process of caning him.
Both men were naked.
Susan Joiner licked her lips as she surveyed the scene.
Chloe spoke first. “I see Debra needs to be disciplined again, Miss Joiner. How many?”
Susan Joiner replied, blushing, “Erm, well, it isn’t her actually. Debra will be dealing with me.”
Pippa laughed. “You as well eh?”
Susan looked cautiously at Debra knowing she hadn’t been fully respectful. However when Debra glared back at her she added, “I mean Miss Debra will be dealing with me.”
Pippa hooted with laughter. She looked at Debra and asked, “The cane or a spanking as well?”
Debra would usually be wary of the two teachers who were now responsible for the discipline roster. However today she felt like an equal. “Both,” she replied simply, deliberately failing to call the teacher, ‘Miss.’
Pippa smiled back and said, “The spanking chairs are free.”
Susan blushed at the thought of being spanked in front of so many people but knew students were often dealt with in this way. So she looked at Debra and waited to be told what to do.
Debra went over and sat on one of the spanking chairs just as Chloe landed another cane stroke.
Mr Turnbull yelped in pain.
Debra crooked her finger at Susan and ordered, “OK, Joiner. Come here.”
Susan gulped as she stepped across the room and stood by Debra. She looked down at the waiting lap. Debra’s dress had ridden up and Susan knew she would by lying across the teenagers’ bare thighs.
“Take your skirt and knickers off and put them on another chair,” Debra ordered.
Susan looked across at Pippa who smiled back and was clearly enjoying watching the school secretary struggling with the concept of the impending spanking. So even as Pippa kept watching and the sound of the next cane stroke struck home Susan unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. After that she pushed down her knickers and stepped out of them. The skirt and knickers were scooped up and placed on the adjacent chair.
“Get over, Joiner,” Debra ordered.
Susan looked at the waiting lap again and eased herself down until her hands hit the floor and she balanced herself across Debra’s lap.
Debra rubbed Susan’s bottom as the next cane stroke hit the bare bottomed Hickson. She caught Pippa’s eye who seemingly was treating her like an equal.
Debra smiled back realising they were all doing what they shouldn’t be doing at college. Three women, well two women and a girl, disciplining two adult men and one adult woman. Treating them all like naughty college kids. Although Debra was getting aroused as she rubbed Susan’s bottom and was pretty sure the men were aroused albeit with stinging bottoms. The two women were clearly enjoying themselves and probably had damp knickers as well, thought Debra.
Susan felt embarrassed being in such a submissive position. Yet she was feeling alive. The loss of control was exciting her. The sight of Debra’s bare legs so close to her face and the feel of her hand rubbing her bare bottom were sending shivers and quivers across her pussy. She knew the experience would be painful. She knew also that she well deserved to be disciplined. She wanted to be disciplined and who better than the teenager she had now befriended.
Debra focussed on Susan’s bottom and landed the first spank. She loved the way Susan’s bottom swirled. It was a fleshier bottom than the men and far more exciting to spank. To her. So as she landed spank after spank so she was thrilled by the experience, exhilarated, and was becoming sexually charged.
Around her she sensed the caning had ended. She kept on spanking Susan as she looked up and saw the two men standing with their hands on their heads facing Pippa and Chloe. They had red ridges painted across their bottoms.
“Get dressed boys,” Chloe ordered.
The men turned and Debra saw they both had erections. They were both aroused by being disciplined. So cool thought Debra.
Pippa smiled again at Debra. There was something rather nice she thought watching the young girl spank the school secretary. Normally the teachers were wary of the school secretary because of her direct contact with the Headmistress. That all seemed rather distant seeing that same school secretary across a student’s lap having her bottom soundly spanked.
Susan gasped as the spanks landed, particularly as Debra landed her open hand on to the backs of her legs. She kept telling herself she needed this spanking; wanted it; and that she would continue to accept it.
Debra’s hand started to sting and so she relaxed and rubbed Susan’s bottom. She realised though that Susan was squeezing her thighs together and that she was trying to masturbate.
“Legs apart, girl,” Debra ordered smacking the backs of Susan’s legs in quick repetition.
Susan groaned in disappointment but reluctantly parted her legs.
Hickson and Turnbull were now dressed and walking out of the door. Chloe winked at Debra. Pippa stood by Debra looking down at Susan’s bottom.
Pippa said sarcastically, “They shouldn’t try to cum when across your lap, you know.”
Debra looked up, smiling wickedly. “Just what I was thinking,” she replied, as the teenager ran her fingers between Susan’s thighs and along her damp pussy lips.
Susan’s head rose and she cried out, “Oh … oh …” which quickly turned in to, “Aahh … aahh, aaaahhhh,” as Susan reached her orgasm.
Debra and Pippa smiled at each other as Susan’s head fell back down towards the floor.
Pippa nodded and walked out of the Punishment Room.
Debra once again spanked Susan’s bare reddened bottom and the tops of her legs.
Susan gasped as her bottom stung with the spanks.
Once Debra was satisfied with the colour of Susan’s bottom and legs she rested again and rubbed her bottom. She watched to see if Susan would try to move her legs back together again and was pleased to see she had learned her lesson.
Susan was enjoying the rubbing sensation as her bottom stung. She so wanted to squeeze her thighs together but wanted to show that she was ready to obey; to do as she was told; and to accept the consequences of disobeying the beautifully strict Miss Debra.
Debra ordered, “Get up, girl. Bend over the caning table.”
Susan gulped at the instruction and the realisation she was about to be caned for the first time ever. She kept the punishment roster and a note of the punishments given to each student. It seemed so easy to write down, ‘Three strokes … four strokes … and of course the dreaded six-of-the-best.’ Easy when it was someone else suffering those strokes, she now thought ruefully.
How many would she get she wondered as she eased herself up from Debra’s lap and crossed over to the caning table? She bent down and grabbed the sides of the table, lowering her head until it rested on the wooden surface. She looked towards Debra who now stood to the side flexing the cane between her hands.
Debra looked down at the reddened bottom relishing again the control she had over the older woman. Debra felt so excited as she pondered giving Susan the cane.
“Legs further apart, girl,” Debra ordered.
Susan quickly spread her legs further apart feeling even more defenceless with her pussy lips stretched and on show.
“Six strokes,” Debra announced with finality smiling as she saw the glistening sex juice on Susan’s pussy hair. She was just as conscious of the dampness of her own pussy.
Susan gulped and inhaled deeply at the realisation she would get the full six. Then she remembered ordering twelve strokes for each of the teachers so maybe she had actually got away lightly.
Debra tapped the cane on Susan’s bottom and heard the gasp. It set Debra’s heart racing with excitement knowing just how much control she, a teenager, had over a women in her thirties. She pulled the cane back and then gave as hard a stroke as she had ever given the men. She watched excitedly as the inevitable red wheal developed. Debra looked closely at Susan’s face which still looked her way but her eyes were shut tightly and she was hissing through her gritted teeth. Good, thought Debra. Susan was fighting to stay in position. Just like a naughty girl should she said to herself.
The second stroke was just as hard and again Debra watched Susan hiss a breath through her gritted teeth. Although wanting to take forever she knew she had to deal with Susan in a timely fashion and so the third stroke followed a few seconds later.
Susan was struggling as she clung on to the sides of the table. The pain was greater than she had ever expected but she was handling it. Maybe not well but she was doing as she was told and stayed in place. The three strokes caused her bottom to really sting but at least she was half-way through.
Debra decided on a double and gave two very quick strokes.
Susan howled with the intensity of the pain but still clung on to the table. She felt the tears running down her face even though she had kept her eyes tightly shut since the first stroke. She wiggled her bottom maybe hoping it would ease the pain. It didn’t so she stopped and waited for the final stroke.
Debra lent down and with her mouth an inch from Susan’ ear said sternly, “Don’t forget, girl, that the last stroke is always the hardest.”
Susan gasped but managed to say between sobs a very respectful, “Yes, Miss.”
Debra stood back up, tapped the cane again on Susan’s bottom, pulled her arm back, and delivered the hardest stroke by far.
Susan shrieked out in pain and the tears flowed as she gave out huge sobs. However knowing it was the sixth and final stroke she relaxed as best she could. She rested her head back on the table and kept hold of the sides as she let out long heart-felt sobs.
Debra was ecstatic as she put down the cane. She rubbed Susan’s bottom and the backs of her legs and this time watched as Susan arched her back encouraging Debra to run her fingers along her pussy.
Debra again bent down and this time kissed Susan’s wet cheek. She asked in a gentle even loving tone, “I can do you now, or we can do each other?” She kissed Susan’s cheek again. “Well?”
Susan managed to open her eyes although they were tear-filled. However she looked towards Debra’s blurred face, sniffed, and said a wet, “Each other, please Miss.”
Debra gently pulled on Susan’s shoulders until she was able to push herself up.
“Don’t you want to rub?” Debra asked with a smile even Susan saw through her tears.
“Yes please Miss,” she said feeling almost euphoric. Her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed herself furiously.
Debra put her arms around Susan’s waist and pulled her close kissing her neck.
Susan was now so relaxed with the pressure gone and she openly sobbed as she put her arms around Debra’s neck and hugged her. “Thank you so much, Miss. I so needed to be disciplined. I now know how much I deserved to be punished. ”
Debra shush shushed the still crying Susan, patted her gently, and said, “I know you did, and will no doubt need to be disciplined again.”
Susan agreed. “I am sure I will, Miss Debra. I hope you will deal with me strictly?”
“I will Susan. All for your own good of course. I’ll set some rules for you. Boundaries if you like. Then when you break them you will know you deserve to be disciplined.”
“Yes please, Miss. That would be just what I need.” Susan gave a loving sigh as they hugged each other.
After several more minutes of hugging and kissing Debra said, “Better get dressed, Susan. Shall we go to yours?”
Susan nodded and smiled. She eased her knickers on gasping as she let the elastic snap against her sore bottom. She stepped in to her skirt and straightened out her hair with her fingers.
They gave each other a final lingering kiss with their tongues intertwined inside Susan’s welcoming mouth. Debra was enforcing her dominance and Susan her submissiveness.
They unclenched and Debra looked Susan in the eye and before turning towards the door said, “Don’t forget, outside you are Miss Joiner and I am just Debra.”
Susan was jolted back to reality. “Crikey, I nearly forgot, erm, Debra.”
“Good thing I told you then, Miss Joiner,” Debra said smiling.
As it turned out no one was in the corridor as they made their way out of the college. Susan’s flat was just a five minute walk away. They walked on opposite sides of the road until they got to the flat.
Debra kept rubbing her bottom as Susan led her to the bedroom. Once near to the bed Debra started to undress Susan. First she unbuttoned Susan’s blouse pushing it down her arms, then unclipped her bra and eased that off. Susan’s skirt and knickers quickly followed.
Taking her turn Susan undid the buttons of Debra’s gingham dress and slipped it down her arms and on to the floor. She unclipped Debra’s bra and that followed. Finally Debra’s knickers were eased down her legs and as she stepped out of them Susan’s face was close to Debra’s pussy which she eagerly kissed and licked.
Moments later they lay on the bed, Susan on her back and with Debra on top with her legs between Susan’s parted legs. They kissed and caressed each other’s breasts and tummy’s. They each ran their fingers along the others damp pussy, edging inside and finding the others clit. Soon they were both gyrating and making erotic gasps before both exploded in orgasm.
They cuddled for a few minutes before kissing and caressing each other again. Their fingers once again edged inside the other’s pussy. For both there was a tingling sensation that slowly intensified as their clits felt like they were trying to turn itself inside out. The sensation developed in to a continuous throbbing until finally a sudden even more intense sensation became the most wonderful of orgasms.
Breathing heavily but feeling relaxed they lay against each other still caressing the others breasts.
Susan raised her head and asked, “You will discipline me again won’t you Miss Debra. I mean I found it so erotic.” She also found it erotic to keep addressing the teenager respectfully as Miss Debra.
Debra smiled. “So did I Susan.”
Susan asked uncertainly, “I know there’s an age gap and it is strange, maybe, that we both enjoy spanking but with you spanking me. It’s the opposite of what it would be if you were my daughter, but I loved it this way and want it to happen again and again.”
Debra knew she wouldn’t be able to come to Susan’s flat very often. Her Mum would ask questions about that. So she decided on the best alternative. “I will definitely be disciplining you again. You can reserve the Punishment Room at college and I will deal with you there.”
Susan had been thinking the same but hadn’t thought through the answer. It was an obvious solution really and was thankful Debra had worked it out so quickly. In fact Susan almost came as she listened attentively to the teenager. “Yes, Miss Debra. That is exactly what I will arrange,” she gasped.
Debra replied firmly, “You better had, my girl. Otherwise your bottom will get another tanning in the hallway during school time.”
Susan did come at the threat. She gasped and coughed to try to hide her orgasm.
Debra heard the gasp and knew what had happened. She knew her own pussy was feeling more than a little damp at the thought of disciplining the school secretary again.
Susan recovered from her buzzing vagina, sighed happily and said, “Thank you again, Miss Debra. I will try to behave but will accept your discipline whenever you say so, Miss Debra.”
Debra laughed, “Don’t try too hard to behave, my girl.”
Susan replied smiling, “I won’t Miss,” and nestled in to Debra again
They lay together both thinking about the spanking that had been given today and the spankings that would take place over time. They enjoyed cuddling together in Susan’s bed knowing it would be a rarity although both managed several orgasms before it was time for Debra to make her way home.
Debra sent a text to Emma. “Guess who I will be spanking in future?”
Emma replied almost immediately, “Lol girl.”
