Hannah and Bess, the two eighteen-year-old prefects at the sixth form college, had been busily organising their fellow students back onto the two coaches for the afternoon visit to another country house. They had spent the morning at the Manor being shown around the various spacious rooms with some very nice artwork on the walls. They then had lunch in a private dining room which was large enough for all sixty girls.
The girls had been well-behaved, as usual, always being wary that either Hannah or Bess would put them in detention if they got even close to getting out of hand. They all walked around chatting between themselves but certainly paying attention to the guide, all looking the same in their green and white check gingham short-sleeved summer dresses with white ankle socks. They had been equally well-behaved as they sat having lunch and continued to be well-behaved as they made their way onto the buses.
Miss Hudson, the headmistress, had been happy to leave Hannah and Bess in charge without the need for any teachers to supervise them, given how she knew the girls all respected the two prefects.
With all the girls back on the buses, Hannah and Bess looked around for the two drivers, who they thought were there as the doors to the coaches had been left unlocked. However, they soon realised the two drivers were nowhere close.
Hannah and Bess ordered all of the girls to stay on the coaches whilst they went and looked for the drivers. They knew that both drivers would be relatively easy to spot, both being in the mid-sixties with grey hair and wearing sleeveless blue dresses with the hem down to just above their knees. Hannah and Bess joked that both women looked just like grannies, and had the same creased skin, turtlenecks, batwings, and fleshy thighs, that so many women of their age seemed to have.
In the event, it only took a few minutes for Hannah and Bess to go to the public canteen where they saw both drivers sitting at a table. As they walked towards them they saw that both drivers had shocked look on their faces, looked at their watches, and must then have realised that they were late. What annoyed Hannah though, was the two half-drunk glasses of wine on the table, together with an empty half bottle of wine on the edge of the table.
Hannah demanded, “Have you been drinking?“ Hannah knew that there was an absolute ban on the drivers drinking any alcohol. That was quite obvious as it would be breaking the law in any case. She glared at the two drivers daring them to lie.
Miss Barnes was blushing as she replied contritely, “ Yes, but it won’t affect our driving.”
Hannah was annoyed at the answer but, before she could say anything, Miss Lewis added, “Yes, Hannah, three glasses of wine won’t make any difference to our driving.”
Hannah was even more taken aback by the second remark and replied in her very stern tone of voice, “I know it won’t make any difference to your driving, as neither of you will be driving the coaches.”
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis looked very surprised at the response of the authoritarian Hannah. They both knew Hannah‘s reputation in dealing with the girls but hadn’t expected her to be so direct when dealing with them. However, still not taking Hannah seriously, Miss Barnes asked sarcastically, “So who is going to drive the coaches then, young missy?”
Hannah wasn’t thrown it all by the question. She said in a no-nonsense tone, “I will be telephoning the college and they will arrange for two drivers to come here. In the meantime, you will go to the private dining room and I will call all of the girls back in so everything can be explained to them.”
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis smiled at each other as they stood up and took with them the half-drunk glasses of wine. As they walked towards the dining room Hannah heard Miss Lewis say, “Well I guess that lets us off doing any driving this afternoon,” which was followed by laughter between the two women.
Hannah said to Bess, “You follow them and make sure they go to the dining room. Otherwise, send me a message on my phone and I will come and help you.”
Miss Lewis and Miss Barnes were still laughing as they went straight to the dining room and sat at one of the tables. They were slightly more concerned when they saw all of the girls trooping into the dining room and sitting at the tables glaring at them. However, whilst waiting, they had worked out that they would defend their position by just saying that, at their age, they could make their own decisions and they had decided that having a couple or three glasses of wine would not affect their driving.
Hannah and Bess walked into the dining room and Hannah paused at one of the tables and said something to the girls, three of whom then stood up and went and closed the doors to the dining room, standing in front of them. Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis could see that that effectively stopped them leaving the dining room, even if they wanted to.
Hannah nodded at Bess towards the front of the dining room and they both took two chairs from one of the dining tables and placed them facing the rest of the girls. They then walked over to the two drivers and Hannah commanded, “You will both come to the front of the dining room and sit on those chairs. We will then discuss your drinking.”
Miss Lewis and Miss Barnes looked at each other with a bit more concern but decided it was best to at least have the discussion so they could state their own views. After all, they were quite used to having a couple of glasses of wine during lunchtime when they drove the coaches all day and didn’t see why it should be any different now and kept thinking that as they walked to the front of the dining room and sat on the two chairs now facing all of the girls.
Hannah quickly took control as she stood behind both drivers, looking at the girls, and explained, “We are now being held up because these two old women chose to drink with their lunch and that we know would have affected their driving. I have therefore telephoned the college and they are already sending two new drivers here. However, it will take another hour or so, which means we will not be going to the second country house this afternoon. I know lots of you were looking forward to that, as Bess and I were, but you can blame these two old women. We will, of course, have to rearrange the visit because what is at that second country house is a fundamental part of the exam we are all going to sit in a couple of weeks time.”
The drivers had been quite relaxed with the early part of Hannah’s explanation but froze when they heard that the afternoon visit was so important to all of the girls. As they heard Hannah say that they looked around the room and could see the annoyed looks on so many of the girl’s faces. It was seemingly much more important than the two drivers had ever expected.
Hannah also saw the annoyed looks on the girl’s faces before saying to the drivers, “What do you say in your defence?“
Miss Barnes realised that simply saying that they were used to drinking at lunchtime even though they would be driving in the afternoon would not suffice. They supposed that women their own age would have been far more accepting of it, but mainly because the rules had changed so much over recent years. In fact, the two drivers had experienced that just a week earlier when taking another set of college girls on an all-day trip, and they received several comments from the girls who had actually seen them drinking at lunchtime. In fact, throughout the afternoon, the girls kept on making comments between themselves whenever they thought the bus wasn’t being driven straight. So, subconsciously, Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis exchanged glances which they knew told everybody that they accepted that they were in the wrong.
Hannah also saw what was effectively both drivers admitting they were in the wrong. She, therefore, looked at the two drivers and demanded, “Well it is quite clear you are in the wrong. We have an hour, and I am going to offer you a choice. Either each and every one of us will send a letter of complaint to your company about you drinking at lunchtime, or you will agree to be subject to a double detention, here and now.”
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis weren’t sure what that meant but did see most of the girls smiling and giggling and whispering to the girl they were sitting next to. However, to the two old women, they remembered sitting in double detention when the same age as these girls and that simply meant sitting at a desk for two hours and accepting the boredom. As there was only an hour to waste here, that sounded even easier to them both.
Of course, Hannah meant something very different from what the two grannies understood to mean by a double detention.
However, Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis nodded to each other knowing they didn’t want so many complaint letters on their personal files.
Hannah saw the two old women nodding but, just to reinforce the position, she said sternly, “Just to be clear, your choice is that we all make a complaint to the coach company about you drinking at lunchtime, or you accept the consequences of a double detention. You both need to say now.“
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis glanced at each other again, licking their lips Hannah thought in, perhaps, anticipation or, maybe, trepidation, but they nodded to each other, then looked at Hannah and, said in unison, “Yes, Hannah, we’ll take the double detention.“
Hannah added sternly, “All the rules apply as for a college double detention and so any disrespect towards Bess and I, or any questioning of our decisions, will mean a second double detention. Is that understood as well?”
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis weren’t exactly sure what that meant, but assumed without any doubt that they had to obey the two prefects, and, again in unison, replied, “Yes, Hannah.”
Hannah didn’t have to hide her feelings because she really was very annoyed with both drivers, as she ordered, “Right then, stand up both of you.“
Everyone watching saw the surprised look on both drivers faces as they stood up, and looked even more surprised when both Hannah and Bess sat down on the chairs. The giggles started when Hannah ordered, “Right, both of you, lift your dresses up above your waist’s.“
It suddenly dawned on both drivers that a double detention did not mean the same as when they were at college. In fact, Miss Barnes realised that raising her dress above her waist could mean only one thing and she immediately thought back to when she started sixth form college all those decades ago. Everyone had to attend a music lesson and this particular one was being given by Miss Merton on the piano. It was very close to the end of the lesson and all of a sudden Lizzie, who was sixteen-years-old at the time, could be heard giggling loudly. Miss Merton glared at Lizzie and ordered, “Lizzie, come here right away.”
Everyone knew what was going to happen because, in those days, teachers could openly smack and spank naughty students either privately in the punishment room, or publicly in front of the rest of the class. So, as Lizzie went and stood by Miss Merton the teacher clasped hold of Lizzie’s dress hem and raised it well above her waist. She then ordered, “Get across my lap you naughty girl, “
Miss Barnes was remembering how Lizzie immediately obeyed and moments later was lying fully across Miss Merton’s lap. Miss Merton then yanked Liz’s knickers upwards so they disappeared into her bottom crack and was then rubbing her bare bottom in circles. Everyone knew that technically the spanking was over Lizzie’s knickers, except it wasn’t. As she rubbed Lizzie’s bottom Miss Merton said, “You are so naughty not concentrating on your lesson and just talking and giggling. Don’t ever do it again.”
The discipline regime in those days was so different to today that Lizzie knew she had to reply with, “Yes Miss,” as she looked at the floor just a few inches from her face.
Miss Merton said a gruff, “Good.” She then raised her hand and brought her palm down hard on Lizzie’s far bottom cheek, and then proceeded to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks time and again. The spanks continued and were followed each time with Lizzie letting out gasps, or, ‘owww,’ and even a ‘Sorry, Miss.’
As the spanks continued Miss Barnes remembered how she had looked around at the others who all looked as though they knew Lizzie deserved the spanking and also looks of respect for Miss Merton.
As the spanks continued to land, now changing to several spanks on the same bottom cheek followed by several spanks on the other bottom cheek, Lizzie had dissolved into uncontrolled crying. Of course, that was exactly what was expected and was supposed to be a lesson for Lizzie but also for the others to make sure they paid attention during class.
Miss Barnes remembered that when applying to go to the college she knew that discipline was strictly enforced and that no one was surprised to find Lizzie, a quite well-behaved girl, having her bottom so soundly spanked.
The class had actually finished as soon as Miss Merton had finished spanking Lizzie. What Miss Barnes remembered was that Lizzie stood up again, straightened out her knickers and dress, and immediately left the classroom aiming for the toilets albeit rubbing her bottom with one hand and rubbing away the flow of tears with her other hand. Miss Barnes followed her but for no other reason than to go to the toilet herself. However, what she heard in the cubicle next to her was Lizzie clearly masturbating. What Miss Barnes remembered was, as she listened to Lizzies increasingly loud erotic gasps, so her own pussy was literally vibrating with flutters and she couldn’t stop herself giving herself her own orgasm. She did try to muffle her sounds, and certainly, Lizzie never mentioned to her that she heard her masturbating in the cubicle next to her.
What Miss Barnes remembered as well, was how she started to fantasise, from that time, about being spanked herself in public, just like Lizzie. However, the fantasy never did turn into reality because she was by nature well-behaved and never earned either a private or public spanking. In fact, she supposed that that was why the fantasy grew over the years as the most she could ever do was think about it when in bed, with her fingers running up and down her damp pussy lips, edging inside her wet vagina, and flicking her taught clit, as she gave herself orgasm after orgasm. None of that, however, gave her the experience she yearned for which was a real spanking. So, as she heard Hannah give her the order to raise her dress above her waist she wondered whether Hannah could possibly know that this was exactly what she wanted.
Miss Lewis was having similar thoughts. Her experience when at college was different to that of Miss Barnes. They attended different colleges and never met and therefore never discussed their respective experiences. However, Miss Lewis attended a college with a similar strict discipline code, which was not particularly unusual for those times, and she was one of the students who regularly found herself across a teachers lap having her bottom soundly spanked. However, she sought out the spanking and used to relish having the submissive upside-down view of her teacher’s legs and watching the calf muscles tense as the spanking proceeded. Of course, it didn’t take that long before her eyes blurred when they became tear-filled, nor for her to cry uncontrollably even when spanked in front of her classmates. Afterwards, she invariably disappeared to the toilets, and into a cubicle, and quickly eased her fingers inside her knickers letting out increasingly loud erotic gasps, not caring that her classmates were also in the toilet block and could hear what was going on.
Miss Lewis remembered she was pretty much a hero amongst her classmates, particularly when she admitted to something she hasn’t done in order to save one of her friends from being spanked. Of course, that meant that she took the spanking, but then she would make another visit to the toilet block and enjoy several more erotic orgasms.
It was even the same with the cane. Miss Lewis got a real buzz from bending over and grabbing the seat of the chair and feeling the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom as she looked at the teacher’s legs and watched for her calf muscles to tense and knew the cane was then on its way. Like the spanking, she hated the caning itself but loved the stinging feeling afterwards and the orgasms were even more intense after six or twelve of the very best.
However, once Miss Lewis left sixth form college she had never been spanked or caned since. She wished that she had been so many times but it just never happened. So, when she heard Hannah order her to raise her dress above her waist she knew that this is what she had yearned for for so many years, and reverted to her obedient college girl persona knowing that she was already feeling flutters flying around her vagina at the very thought of being spanked again. Of course, it wasn’t going to be a cosy private spanking given by a teacher in the punishment room, but, once again, a spanking given in front of her classmates, or, at least, everyone else’s classmates, but that didn’t matter to Miss Lewis as she lifted the hem of her dress right up above her waist.
Hannah had enough experience of old women like the two drivers who prepared themselves to be spanked because of her experiences at the Halfway house. She could readily tell the difference between those grannies who relished being spanked compared to those who were openly reluctant to bare their bottoms and could tell that both Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis were two who, just then at least, wanted to be spanked.
Hannah watched the drivers as they raised their dress hems above their waists. She then nodded at Bess and they both lent forward and slipped that thumbs inside the knickers of each driver, and, glaring up at the driver to check whether there would be any resistance, and finding none, yanked the knickers down to the driver’s knees.
Both Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis saw Hannah and Bess glare at them, daring them to resist, but neither wanted to but rather live the long-held fantasy of being spanked in public. Of course, for Miss Barnes it was going to be the first spanking she would have received, whilst for Miss Lewis, it would be reliving the spanking that she had been given so often when at college. So, as their knickers were yanked down to around their knees and they accepted the full authority of Hannah and Bess over them, each waited for the instruction to bend across their laps.
Of course, as they looked down at the two authoritative teenage girls they did see how strange it was. Both girls were in their school uniform yet were the ones who were in charge here, notwithstanding the two drivers were old enough to be their grannies. However, neither Miss Barnes nor Miss Lewis saw it as a reason to object but rather saw it as an additional rather sexy sign of their submission.
Hannah was so used to having one of her classmates standing next to her with her dress hem above her waist and her knickers below her knees, with her hair mound on show, but what was different here was that Miss Barnes’s hair mound was already glistening with her sex juice. She glanced across and saw the same was happening to Miss Lewis. It was then she knew, without any doubt, that both granny women wanted to be spanked, and, given that they still had nearly an hour to kill before the two new drivers arrived, Hannah saw no reason to give them anything other than a very long and very hard spanking. With that, she ordered, “Okay you very naughty old women, get across our laps.“
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis weren’t so happy with being described as old women, but then, compared to everybody else in the room, they were very old. After all, they were nearly fifty years older than everybody else who would be watching and so they could understand they would definitely see them as old women, and naughty ones at that. So, without any delay, both Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis obediently lowered themselves down and across Hannah and Bess’s laps.
Miss Lewis quickly remembered how she loved seeing the upside-down legs as her face lowered to be inches from the floor. She relished that view again, and of her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. Miss Barnes had never seen that view before but had thought about it so often and had seen photographs of that view on her computer. She had to admit it was far more exciting and sexy seeing Bess’s bare legs with their white ankle socks than the pictures she had seen.
Hannah and Bess nodded to each other as they placed their palms on the fleshy bare bottoms of each driver across their lap and rubbed in circles. Bess knew that she would follow Hannah’s lead as she was the more experienced person at spanking old women, although she now had her own good experience of spanking her classmates in detention. So, when she saw Hannah nod to her they both raised their hands and brought their palms down on the far bottom cheek across their lap. Both loved the way that the bottom cheek surrendered to their hand, flattened, and then when their hand was brought back up, so the bottom cheek bounced back up and swirled around a bit, just as the second spank landed on the near bottom cheek.
Both Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis focused when they felt the girls hand rubbing their bottom in circles. For Miss Lewis, it was a repeat of what happened so often to her when at college, but for Miss Barnes, it was a very new experience and one that she found quite sensational. After all, whilst she had wishes of being submissive, this was the first time she was really in that position and understood that she would have no say whatsoever in how long or how hard the spanking would be. She could, she reckoned, object and get up and walk out of the dining room, but then she would be faced with complaints to the coach company and, most likely, the sack. Why should she do that, she told yourself, when she could live out her long-held fantasy, and with flutters flying around her vagina she was really happy to experience her first spanking.
Hannah and Bess both continued to spank on alternate bottom cheeks, looking up from time to time at the sea of faces smiling at the sight of them spanking the two very naughty old granny women. Hannah was quite relaxed at the fact that the girls were making loud comments about how much the women deserved to be spanked even though they were old with creased skin and turtlenecks. It didn’t matter that the comments were rude ones and which would normally have earned every girl who made them a detention, because Hannah and Bess both knew that they could, with one glare, stop all of the talking if it got out of hand.
Miss Barnes also glanced out towards the watching girls and could see the smiles on their upside-down faces with some holding their hands over their mouths to hide the comments they were making. She knew the comments would be about her and Miss Lewis, and, although more and more humiliated by her upside-down position, she also found herself more and more aroused. Of course, as the spanks continued to land so the feeling of arousal slowly at first, but then speedily, disappeared, and all she could sense after that was the increasing pain right across her stinging bottom. Well, that was the experience she had asked for, she reminded herself, although the pain was getting to be far less than comfortable.
Miss Lewis was also beginning to struggle with the increasingly intense pain. She knew it was going to happen and actually loved the fact that she would dissolve into uncontrolled crying. She remembered that she hated being spanked because of the almost unbearable pain, but also, particularly when she was also caned, that the stinging stayed for at least two or three days, and she was always very careful not to earn another spanking or caning during that time. She remembered being so respectful to the teachers and concentrating during lessons and doing her homework on time to make sure that she avoided another spanking or caning until she had recovered from the previous one. That didn’t stop her masturbating every night when in bed, nor thinking about the spanking and caning during the day, but it certainly made her a good girl for that period immediately after being spanked and caned. So, she knew the direct relationship between being spanked and caned and behaving, and for her, that was enough to justify the punishment.
Hannah and Bess had been spanking both very naughty drivers bottoms on alternate bottom cheeks for a good five or six minutes before changing to spanking the same bottom cheek several times and then spanking the other bottom cheek several times in a row. They still from time to time looked up at the faces of the girls watching and saw they were still smiling and giggling and chatting to each other quite happily. Hannah made a mental note, though, to remind herself to make sure that when they got back to college the very next time she had to spank any of the girls in detention she would make sure there was no smiling or giggling or talking and, if there was, extra detentions would be handed out very quickly.
Miss Barnes was struggling more and more and was beginning to think that she had been silly to have fantasised about being spanked for so many years as the pain was much greater than she had ever thought it would be. Of course, she knew that the girls at college always cried whenever they were spanked, and some even when they had only their legs smacked. Now the pain was so great that, while still feeling submissive and humiliated and on the verge of tears, she doubted she would ever want to be spanked again.
Miss Lewis was also getting closer and closer to tears and was surprised that Bess was able to spank her so hard given that she was just eighteen years of age. Nevertheless, the spanking was a hard one and, she reckoned, would make her do everything she was told to do until the stinging subsided in a couple of days time. Of course, it was so unlikely that she would be spanked again in this way, although she was still pretty confident that once the spanking was over then at least there should be time for her to go to the toilets and enjoy a massive orgasm. At least, this time, she wasn’t going to be caned as well.
Hannah was happy with the way that both bottom cheeks were glowing red, and, looking towards Bess could see that she had turned Miss Lewis’s bottom cheeks the same deep red colour. They nodded to each other and both started to spank the backs of each old woman’s fleshy granny legs. Of course, as expected, this produced louder and louder gasps of pain from the two granny drivers but then they didn’t have to worry about whether these two naughty old women could drive a coach afterwards or even if they could sit down on the coach seats. That was going to be their problem, just as it always was the problem for the very naughty girl or woman who had earned their spanking.
As much as Miss Barnes was starting to think that she didn’t want to have her bottom spanked again she thought even more strongly about not having the backs of her legs spanked again. She had never had her legs smacked when at college even though most of her friends did, and she remembered how they all said how much it stung. Well, she was now experiencing that first hand as well as having her bottom spanked. She didn’t like either, she told herself, although did understand how the threat would be a very good incentive to behave, though surely more for girls Hannah and Bess’s age than hers she told herself as she let out her first sob and that she would definitely not earn a spanking ever again.
Miss Lewis had expected her legs to be spanked just as had been the case when at college. It was all so normal then, although she supposed she was a little surprised that it happened now. However, she had heard about Hannah and knew that she attended discipline sessions at the Halfway house and was pretty sure that those women, when spanked, were spanked on both their bottoms and legs. It didn’t worry her, because, although it meant even more pain now for her, it would also mean an even better orgasm when she got to the toilet cubicle afterwards. Mind you, she hadn’t reckoned on tears flowing down her face as they were now and she knew she couldn’t stop herself sobbing, but she must be close to the end of this now very horrid punishment, she hoped.
Hannah had certainly expected both drivers to think that they would be able to cope with being spanked by two teenage girls and enjoyed the increasingly loud gasps of pain coming from both of them, particularly once they started to spank the backs of their legs. Both old women’s thighs were fleshy and surrendered nicely to their palms as each spank landed, and, as always, both girls knew the ensuing gasps of pain and sobbing was exactly what was needed from the spanking. Anything other than very hard and very painful wasn’t going to teach these two oldies anything at all, and in fact, anything less might even encourage them to drink again whilst driving. So, as Hannah and Bess looked at each other and nodded encouragement, knowing that they still had some way to go with the spanking, they knew they were doing exactly the right thing.
After a few more minutes spanking the backs of their legs Hannah was happy with the red glowing colour of Mrs Barnes’s thighs, so she looked at Bess and nodded and they both stopped spanking. What they knew, but they reckoned neither Miss Barnes nor Miss Lewis knew, was that one of the girls had been out to the coach and brought back a sports bag that belonged to Hannah. That sports bag was now very close to the table behind them and so within easy reach.
Hannah and Bess both knew what the contents of the sports bag were, and it had nothing to do with sport. The bag contained three hook-ended senior canes to be used by the prefects if needed on any of the girls. In the event, whilst it wasn’t needed on any of them because they were all very well-behaved, it was fortuitous that Hannah still brought the sports bag so the canes could be used on the two old women drivers.
Hannah ordered, “Right, you two. Get up and face the chairs we have been sitting on. Make sure you hold the hems of your dresses up above your waists.”
Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis obeyed the instruction and wondered why they had to look at the two chairs, and supposed that it meant that they had their backs to the watching girls who would have a good view of their very red bottoms and legs. As they turned their backs to the girls so they heard some very derogatory comments about very red very flabby skin, and how it served them right, and felt humiliated, but didn’t mind now their punishment was over.
The two women hadn’t noticed Hannah open the sports bag but were suddenly wide-eyed when they saw her holding two thick wooden canes with hook ends, and knew what they were for. Miss Barnes was horrified as she had never been caned but knew from friends caned at college that it hurt much more than a spanking. Miss Lewis had been caned rather often and knew exactly how much it hurt, particularly as she and Miss Barnes still had bare bottoms.
Miss Barnes couldn’t stop herself and said, “No way.”
Hannah had hoped for that reaction and immediately said in a very stern tone, “I told you any questioning of our decisions would mean another double detention, so you have just earned one, Barnes.”
Miss Barnes gasped and held her hand over her mouth as she remembered Hannah’s warning. She wanted to argue about it but supposed that could mean a third double detention, and so decided to hold her tongue, which she later told herself was a very good decision on her part.
Hannah could see Miss Barnes stopped herself arguing any further and thought how great it was that the old woman was learning just who was in charge here, and it wasn’t her or Miss Lewis. So, hiding her smile, she then went and turned Miss Barnes’s chair around and ordered, “Both of you bend over and grab the seat of the chairs and spread your legs apart as everyone in double detention gets the cane. If you get up during the caning you will get another double detention as well.”
Miss Barnes winced as she walked around the chair and bent over as instructed, realising that she now had her face towards the watching girls whilst Miss Lewis would be facing away from them. As she watched Miss Lewis bend over it suddenly struck her that whilst the girls would see Miss Lewis’s bottom being caned, they would see her own face and, no doubt, how it would crease up as every stroke landed. That was so humiliating, she thought, but, once again, realised that she couldn’t question Hannah’s decision.
Miss Lewis knew what the girls would see when the cane bit into her bottom, and of course, hear as she yelped. She rather liked the fact the girls would see the welts appear one by one and it got her aroused. Of course, she always used to get aroused when preparing for the cane all those decades ago, but that feeling quickly went with the first stroke, and after that, she hated every stroke until her caning was over.
Hannah and Bess positioned themselves behind the bottom they were going to cane. Hannah delighted in rubbing the cane back and forth across Miss Barnes’s bottom knowing she was going to make every stroke a painful one. She preferred the fleshy old woman’s bottom to the tight bottoms of the girls at college and knew she would enjoy caning this beautifully fleshy creased bottom.
Bess focussed on Miss Lewis’s bottom which was already such a pretty glowing red, knowing she was less experienced than Hannah in using a cane but relished the experience she was going to get. She didn’t even think whether Miss Lewis would be able to cope with the hard strokes she fully intended landing as that was the old woman’s problem and not hers. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, because she did, but more importantly, she knew she had to make the strokes hard ones to teach the naughty old woman the lesson she needed to learn.
Hannah knew that the girls watching would enjoy the fact that they were looking at one of the old women’s faces and the other old woman’s already red bare bottom. She was sure that there would be lots more comments made as the cane strokes landed but that would be another good lesson for both old women.
Once Hannah was happy with her position and the fact that Miss Barnes‘s legs were suitably placed apart so stretching her bottom cheeks as far as possible, she nodded to Bess and, together, they pulled their arms back and landed the first stroke across the waiting bare bottoms. As they did they both watched the cane bite into the fleshy bottom cheeks, and then bounce back out, and, as the red welt developed, so they heard the pain-filled gasp.
Even though it had been so long since her last caning Miss Lewis was quite used to the cane and knew that it would hurt but even so could not stop herself letting out her gasp. Miss Barnes, however, had never been caned before and it hurt so much more than she had expected and so, as well as gasping, she also threw her head back with her mouth wide open, much to the clear delight of the watching girls.
Hannah and Bess again nodded to each other, both happy with the reaction from the naughty woman they were each caning, before pulling their arms back and landing the second stroke just below the first. The reaction was pretty much the same from Miss Lewis, but Miss Barnes, this time, shook her head from side to side and hissed in and out through clenched teeth. She was clearly struggling much more than Miss Lewis, and, as the third stroke landed, so the shaking of her head and hissing was intensified.
Hannah looked out towards the watching girls and saw so many different looks on their faces. Some, who are used to being caned, seemed to be telling the girls next to them that they handled the cane far better than these two women. Others, who had never been caned, seemed to be almost horrified by the look of pain on Miss Barnes’s face. Hannah knew, though, that as much as both women were going to suffer, this was still going to be a very good lesson for each and every one of the girls as well.
When the fourth stroke landed even Miss Lewis started to hiss in and out through clenched teeth as she shook her head from side to side. The fifth stroke drew even louder gasps and head shaking from Miss Lewis which told Bess that she was certainly caning hard enough, and Hannah heard Miss Barnes start to sob which told her that she was doing everything right as well.
Miss Barnes was now feeling so sorry for herself and told herself how she never ever wanted to be spanked or caned again, and then remembered she had already earned a second double detention. Maybe she would just bunk it, she thought, then told herself she couldn’t risk getting the sack if all the girls complained about her drinking. Then, as the sixth stroke landed and she yelped even louder and shook her head from side to side and hissed in and out through clenched teeth, she asked herself whether the job was worth another caning.
When Miss Barnes felt the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom and she knew the caning wasn’t over she looked up at the girls facing her and realised she couldn’t see them because of her tears and reminded herself she nearly risked all the girls lives as she knew she shouldn’t have drunk the wine and so really had earned every last spank and every last cane stroke, even with more strokes to come. With that, she felt a sudden respect for Hannah who was so right to punish her so severely as she realised that the whole purpose of the caning was to stop her drinking and driving ever again.
Miss Lewis was also struggling but not as much and when the gap came after the sixth stroke, although she was sure there were more strokes to come, she knew she was already getting aroused through the horrendous but so erotic pain. The memory of being caned at college was sending flutters flying around her vagina again as she relished the erotic feeling of submission, not just to anybody but to a teenage girl tens of years younger than herself and she found that made it even sexier.
When the seventh stroke landed Miss Barnes cried out again as the pain was even more intense because of the gap. Then, when the eighth stroke landed just a few moments later she screamed out as the double stroke was horridly pain-filled. So, when the ninth stroke followed immediately after that she clasped hold of the chair with all her strength to avoid letting go and getting up as she knew that would lead to a third double detention.
Hannah loved the triple stroke and knew the old women would hate it. She had seen it used at the Halfway house and the cries of pain it had caused. Still, she remembered the inmate still went to the toilets afterwards and masturbated and so knew it was erotic for those who wanted to be caned.
Hannah and Bess waited several moments before pulling their arms back and landing the tenth stroke and knew they would again space out the final two strokes. The eleventh stroke drew louder yelps from both women, but Hannah could see how both now had whitened knuckles as they made sure they stayed bent over, and that told her both old women were learning their lesson.
As the twelfth stroke landed both Miss Barnes and Miss Lewis gave the loudest yelp of all as they shook their heads from side to side hissing in and out through clenched teeth, their eyes tightly closed, all to try to handle the intense stinging right across their bottoms.
Hannah and Bess both looked out towards the watching girls again and saw that they were now all smiling as they continued to make comments about how the old women deserved to be caned and how it was lucky for all of them that Hannah and Bess spotted that the drivers had been drinking.
Hannah turned back towards the two women and said sternly, “Okay, you two you can get up. The new drivers will be here soon and then we will all be going.”
Miss Lewis and Miss Barnes both stood up and immediately started to rub their bottoms feverishly as they stepped from foot to foot with tears continuing to roll down their faces. Even Miss Lewis had found all twelve strokes to be so difficult to take because, she reckoned, they were so much harder than the caning she used to receive when at college, but knew that didn’t matter now the caning was over and she felt the flutters flying around her vagina again.
Although she was still crying, Miss Lewis pleaded, “Can I please go to the toilet?”
Hannah was pretty sure what would happen there, but replied, “Yes, you can go.”
Miss Lewis pulled her knickers up being very careful not to let go of the elastic until her knickers were well above the waist.
Miss Barnes heard the discussion and, even without asking, pulled her own knickers up but being less experienced than Miss Lewis gasped when she let go of the elastic and it hit the cane welts, but still followed Miss Lewis towards the toilet block, both rubbing their bottoms as they walked.
When they both got to the toilets they were thankful they were alone as they went into separate cubicles. Miss Barnes suddenly realised she didn’t need to pee at all but did need to deal with the flutters flying around her vagina as she was now so turned on from the spanking and caning. Both women immediately lowered their knickers and lifted the seat lid up and sat on the toilet seat, forgetting all about putting down toilet paper to sit on, and were just thinking how they needed to run their fingers along their very wet pussy’s.
As they did, Hannah and Bess both walked into the toilets and heard the louder and louder erotic gasps from both women. Hannah turned towards Bess and they hugged and kissed each other as Hannah eased her tongue into Bess’s welcoming mouth. They kept kissing until they heard the two women standing up still breathing heavily and adjusting their clothes.
As the two cubicle doors opened and both women looked aghast at Hannah and Bess, Hannah said in an authoritative tone, “Well that earns you both another double detention.”
Miss Lewis was actually delighted at getting another double detention, knowing that she would be spanked and caned by either Hannah or Bess once again.
Miss Barnes gasped in horror at being told she had earned yet another double detention. When would it stop, she asked herself? Then, realising that she had just had the most magnificent of orgasms brought about only because of the extremely painful spanking and caning, she wondered whether the same would happen next time. The probability was there, and so, instead of resisting, she simply replied, “Yes Hannah, sorry Hannah, of course, Hannah.” As she said it she looked at Miss Lewis and thought how just maybe they could do each other as they were both so aroused by being disciplined, and decided she would ask when they were next alone together.
Miss Lewis felt a growing respect for Hannah and Bess as she echoed, “Yes, sorry.”
Hannah kept her usual stern look on her face as she ordered, “Now get back to the dining room. The two new drivers will be here at any moment.”
Once the two women had left Hannah and Bess hugged and gave each other another love-filled kiss. Hannah then smiled at Bess, knowing that they would be spending tonight together and would be giving each other the most delicious tongue and finger sex, and said, “I think we are going to have some more fun with those two old women. I suspect we can make sure they earn further double detentions and I get the feeling they are not going to mind at all.”
Bess agreed, laughing as she replied, “That is for sure. Well, as they clearly want to be spanked and caned again, judging from the orgasms they had in the toilets, I think we can make sure they are spanked and caned even harder next time, then all four of us can enjoy our wet pussies.”
Hannah was so happy with the way things were turning out because she loved disciplining old granny-aged women, whilst making love to Bess was just so delicious as well. Roll on the next double detention, she thought, as she and Bess walked together towards the dining room and, no doubt, the respect they would be getting from all the girls and the two very naughty but now repentant drivers.
