“Send her in please,” The Headmistress, Mrs Simons, replied.
The School Inspector listened to the exchange and afterwards said curtly, “The meeting will take about an hour. Please hold everything else until I come back out.”
Miss Jameson looked up at the School Inspector. She was surprised to find she was so young. No more than twenty-five she assessed. She was dressed smartly in a suit with a dark blue single breasted jacket and matching skirt with a hem to the knee. She was bare legged. Her dark brown hair was worn shoulder length.
“Of course, Miss Curtis,” Miss Jameson replied.
Miss Curtis opened the door and walked straight in. She saw the look of surprise on Mrs Simons face as she was used no doubt to people knocking on the door before entering. She ignored the look and went straight to the desk, held out her hand, and said, “Hullo, Mrs Simons. I’m Melissa Curtis.”
Mrs Simons wasn’t flustered and also stood up, shook Miss Curtis by the hand, and beckoned her to sit down. “I’m Jennifer Simons,” she said by way of introduction.
There was a look of recognition on Mrs Simons’ face. “Have we met before, Miss Curtis?”
Melissa Curtis kept a straight face when she replied, “Probably, at some schools event.”
“Of course, that must be it,” Mrs Simons replied, still thinking she knew Miss Curtis from somewhere.
Miss Curtis got out her pad and started running down various questions about the school. Mrs Simons answered the questions which were as usual repetitive. She remained quiet though. School Inspectors must be treated carefully, she knew. Even young ones like Miss Curtis. Maybe especially young ones like Miss Curtis, Mrs Simons reflected.
Miss Curtis finished the standard questions and then got out another piece of paper.
“I now have to ask you about a complaint that has been received.”
Mrs Simons froze. She wasn’t expecting a complaint.
Melissa Curtis looked at the Headmistress. Mrs Simons was in her fifties now, and as usual wore a long sleeved white blouse, a blue skirt, and blue stockings. Her hair was pulled back tightly.
In fact she was just as Melissa Curtis remembered her. When she was in the sixth form. She was at the school for two years, leaving just before her eighteenth birthday to go to university. She on the other hand had since coloured her blonde hair dark brown. Even her close friends were surprised just how different she looked after colouring her hair. It was no surprise that Mrs Simons didn’t recognise her.
“The complaint, Mrs Simons, is that you caned a student for stealing when in fact she had done nothing of the sort. This happened,” Melissa looked down at her paper, and continued, “Two weeks ago.”
Mrs Simons blushed. She remembered the incident clearly. The girl, seventeen-year-old Carrie Horn, was accused by another girl of taking a scarf from her bag. The scarf was found in Carrie’s bag but she denied putting it there. She was sent to the Headmistress’s Study and after a few questions Mrs Simons decided Carrie had stolen the scarf. She gave her six strokes there and then.
“I do remember, Miss Curtis. I questioned the girl and didn’t believe her answers and so caned her.”
Melissa Curtis looked down. “Yes. Erm, six strokes, I believe.”
Mrs Simons blushed. “That’s right. Six.”
Melissa Curtis pursed her lips. “Well she didn’t steal the scarf, did she, Mrs Simons?”
Mrs Simons blushed again. “No. It was a prank and I fell for it.”
“Indeed you did, Mrs Simons. Indeed you did,” Melissa Curtis said sternly. “The question is what we do about it.”
Mrs Simons stayed silent, not sure if it was a question she was supposed to answer.
Melissa Curtis looked at her notes before looking back up and gazed steadily at Mrs Simons. “The fairest answer would be that Carrie Horn gives you the cane.”
Mrs Simons gasped and covered her hand with her mouth. Only the other day she had read an article in the paper about an incident not too dissimilar to this in a private school where a student caned the Headmistress. Surely though it was a one –off?
Melissa Curtis asked, “Well, Mrs Simons. Shall we get Carrie Horn here now?”
Mrs Curtis panicked. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything but please don’t have a student cane me.”
Melissa allowed the panic to dwell for a while. “I have an alternative.”
“Yes, anything, Miss Curtis,” Mrs Simons pleaded.
“I will cane you. Right now.”
Mrs Simons licked her lips, not sure what to do. She was clearly unsettled by the discussion and different thoughts flooded her mind. Like how could she face the school if they knew a student had caned her? On the other hand if the School Inspector caned her that may well stay within these walls.
What never crossed Mrs Simons mind was whether Miss Curtis had the authority to cane her as she was too flustered to think that bit through.
“You know you deserve to be caned, don’t you, Mrs Simons?” Melissa Curtis said pointedly.
Mrs Simons resistance collapsed. “Yes,” she replied weakly.
“So you agree to being caned?”
“Yes,” Mrs Simons repeated.
“By Carrie Horn or by me?” Melissa Curtis demanded to know.
Mrs Simons blushed again. “You please,” she said quietly looking at her desk squirming slightly in her chair as the thought of an impending stinging bottom sank in.
“Right then, I will.” Melissa Curtis said getting up and going to the cupboard that housed the canes.
Mrs Simons was still too flustered to question how come Miss Curtis knew that was the correct cupboard. She was only thinking about the caning she was about to get.
The thing was though that being caned wasn’t the real issue for Mrs Simons. She got caned, and spanked, regularly at home where she lived with her partner, Celia Marsh. They were lovers and had a dom/sub relationship. The immediate concern was that Celia spanked and caned her two or three times a week and Mrs Simons couldn’t remember if the cane marks from her last caning would have fully disappeared.
Melissa Curtis chose a hook handled senior cane and brought it back to the desk. She looked at the distraught Headmistress and ordered, “Please stand up Mrs Simons. You can bend over and grab my chair.”
Mrs Simons licked her lips as she stood up and walked round her desk and stood in front of the chair. She looked at Miss Curtis and asked, “How many?”
Melissa Curtis gave Mrs Simons a hard stare. “Address me as Miss Curtis, please.”
“Oh, yes. Of course. I’m sorry. How many Miss Curtis?”
Melissa Curtis looked at the Headmistress and was so enjoying the power she had over her. So different to the last time she was standing in this Study. Or bending more to the point. She got six strokes on the very last day she was at the school for playing a prank on one of the teachers. She took the teachers knickers from the changing room and the teacher spent all day at school without any knickers on. When Melissa gave the teacher back her knickers at the end of the day the teacher didn’t see the funny side. So ten minutes later Melissa was in the Headmistress’s Study bent over with her skirt raised and given six strokes over her knickers.
That was six years ago. Back then Mrs Simons was just a teacher. The teacher who she played the prank on. Today she was the Headmistress. Today Melissa Curtis was going to get her revenge. It was just a harmless prank after all, Melissa always told herself.
“Well, Mrs Simons. You will get six strokes for giving that number incorrectly. Plus three extras as a penalty.”
Melissa Curtis saw Mrs Simons swallow hard.
In fact Mrs Simons took the information quite well. At home she was often given a dozen strokes and so nine were well within her capacity. The trouble was she was looking at Melissa Curtis and thinking she quite liked being told off by her. It was demeaning on the one hand but rather sexy on the other. Particularly as she had come to terms with the fact she would be caned. Not just that but caned by a woman half her age.
Mrs Simons gasped as she watched Melissa Curtis take off her jacket and saw she was wearing a vest top underneath. She looked so sexy as she swished the cane through the air. Mrs Simons realised she was actually getting aroused by what was happening. She was even more aroused by the next order from the young School Inspector.
“I’ll be caning you on your bare bottom. I think that is appropriate given your age.”
Mrs Simons had no idea what her age had to do with it but knew she was caned on her bare bottom at home. Well she was normally naked actually.
“Lift up your skirt and take down your knickers, Mrs Simons,” Melissa Curtis ordered. After a moment she added in a threatening tone, “Unless you want me to do it for you.”
Mrs Simons gasped. “Would you?” she replied, blushing. She could feel the tingling in her pussy as she asked. It sounded so much sexier to have one’s knickers taken down for her, she thought.
Melissa Curtis quite liked the idea actually. “Bend over and grab the chair, and I’ll undress you then,” she said sternly.
Mrs Simons bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair just as so many students had done on her command.
Melissa Curtis stood beside the now bent over Mrs Simons, and lifted her skirt up above her waist. She looked down at the older woman’s thighs and smiled. This was getting better by the moment. Once the skirt was above Mrs Simons waist she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees, her cheek brushing Mrs Simons bare bottom.
Mrs Simons gasped as Melissa Curtis’s cheek brushed her bottom and stuck her bottom out hoping to catch her again. She didn’t, and felt disappointed.
Melissa Curtis looked down and saw Mrs Simons was perfectly presented. Her tummy was pushed down so her bottom was pushed upwards. Her legs were nicely parted and so she had a very good view of Mrs Simon’s pussy hair mound.
It was then Melissa saw it. The glistening reflection from Mrs Simon’s pussy. Was it sweat, she wondered? Surely she wasn’t aroused by the thought of being caned. Then she looked closely at Mrs Simons bottom cheeks. Were there the remnants of cane marks? They certainly looked like they might be. Maybe Mrs Simons was aroused?
Mrs Simons was breathing deeply. This was a position she was in so often at home. Of course her Celia would rub her bottom, and inner thighs, and of course brush her fingers along her soaking wet vagina. She was always wet by the time she bent over.
There was a sudden horrific thought that reached Mrs Simons mind. What if she were wet now? If she was? Would Miss Curtis see? Quickly she moved her legs together, just in case.
“Get your legs apart Mrs Simons,” Melissa Curtis ordered, and as Mrs Simons edged her legs apart Melissa Curtis slipped the cane between her thighs and whisked it from side to side. “Further,” she ordered until Mrs Simons had her legs well apart again.
Melissa Curtis had a wicked thought. If Mrs Simons was aroused then maybe she won’t mind her gently tapping the cane upwards? So she ever so lightly tapped Mrs Simons on her vagina and was shocked by the gasp the older woman gave. It was full of emotion. Sexual emotion.
Mrs Simons couldn’t stop the orgasm as the cane licked her vagina but covered up her emotion with a cough. She hoped Melissa Curtis hadn’t noticed the erotic gasp she gave.
Melissa Curtis smiled at the realisation that Mrs Simons was really turned on by being caned. She was sure that cough covered an orgasmic squeak. So without any further delays she took up her position and tapped the cane on Mrs Simons beckoning bare bottom. “Nine,” she said sternly.
“Yes, Miss,” Mrs Simons replied not realising she had addressed Melissa Curtis like a teacher.
Melissa Curtis smiled again as she took aim, brought the cane back, and whipped it down for a hard cane stroke.
Mrs Simons yelped as the cane bit in to her bottom but she kept hold of the chair. She was used to being caned and the stroke wasn’t so very hard.
The second stroke was harder and Mrs Simons yelped again. The third followed quickly and the stinging started to spread around her bottom.
Celia normally waited a few moments after the third stroke but Melissa didn’t. The fourth stroke drew another lovely red line across Mrs Simons bottom and that was followed immediately by the fifth stroke that caused Mrs Simons to yelp much louder than any of the previous strokes.
Melissa hadn’t realised just how much she was enjoying giving the cane. What started as revenge was quickly becoming erotic. She was breathing deeply as she landed the sixth stroke across Mrs Simons red lined bottom. She suddenly realised it wasn’t only Mrs Simons who was aroused and as she tapped the older woman’s bottom again she ran her finger under her skirt and along her knickers. To her utter surprise her knickers were damp. She was getting seriously aroused.
Melissa raised the cane again and brought it down hard for the seventh stroke and delighted in again hearing Mrs Simons yelp and saw the start of a tear run down her cheek. The eighth stroke had tears running down both Mrs Simons cheeks and the ninth had her yelling out and crying.
Both women had counted and both knew the caning was over. Melissa put her hand on the small of Mrs Simons back to make her stay bent over as she savoured the sight of the nine red lines and listened to the quiet weeping of the older woman. Melissa gently rubbed Mrs Simons bottom but anxiously wanted to know how aroused she was. So her hand rubbed lower and lower until she was rubbing between Mrs Simons legs. As Mrs Simons made no attempt to move Melissa quickly did a wide rubbing circle so her fingers ran along Mrs Simons’ vagina lips. That was when Melissa knew Mrs Simons was totally aroused.
Mrs Simons felt Melissa’s fingers edging towards her vagina and knew the slightest touch would make her cum. Casting caution aside she lifted her bottom up and as the exploring fingers ran along her vagina she let out a long low orgasmic gasp. She knew there was no hiding that from the young lady.
Melissa heard the erotic gasp and ran her fingers back along Mrs Simons vagina and heard another orgasmic gasp.
After a few moments Mrs Simons realised what she had done and said to the seat of the chair, “Sorry.”
Melissa said urgently, “Stuff that, get up and do me.”
Mrs Simons looked up and saw Melissa had yanked her knickers down and as she stood up her hand flew to the welcoming vagina of the young lady. They kissed passionately as Mrs Simons fingers entered Melissa’s vagina and quickly found her clit.
Seconds later Melissa was letting out her own orgasmic gasps as she came and then came again.
“Oh my,” Mrs Simons gushed.
“Unbelievable,” Melissa Curtis cooed in to Mrs Simons ear as the two women hugged each other.
It was several moments before Melissa pulled herself away.
There was a momentary uneasiness between them but they both knew the other was equally aroused by what had happened. Even so the both got dressed and straightened themselves out before sitting down again, Mrs Simons in her chair behind the desk and Melissa in the visitors chair.
“What happens now?” Melissa asked.
Mrs Simons was back in Headmistress mode. “Well first, you should say the complaint has been dealt with.”
Melissa Curtis laughed. “It has at that.”
Mrs Simons added, “I don’t mean that I got the cane. Just put a note on my file that I accepted it was a mistake and won’t make the same mistake again.”
“Oh right, yes of course,” Melissa replied more seriously. She continued, “Erm, won’t your secretary have heard some of this?”
Mrs Simons smiled. “If she asks then you will have to lie.”
“Okay,” Melissa accepted. That won’t be easy but she will have to see what the secretary says.
Mrs Simons added, “Oh, and I think we should meet again to review matters. I think at my house.” She knew Celia was going to be away next weekend so a liaison won’t be discovered.
“A very good idea, Mrs Simons,” Melissa agreed. “Will you have a cane at home?”
Mrs Simons replied, “I have several.”
Melissa packed her bag, got up and held out her hand. “Thank you, Mrs Simons,” she said half smiling.
“Thank you, Miss Curtis,” Mrs Simons replied.
Melissa walked towards the door and as she got there she turned to find Mrs Simons sitting and with one hand already between her legs. They smiled at each other as Melissa closed the door behind her.
Miss Jameson looked up. “It rather sounded like the cane was used?” she asked.
Melissa Curtis replied looking as contrite as she could, “It was; on me. I deserved it.”
“Oh dear,” Miss Jameson said. “How many strokes?”
Melissa lied again. “Six.”
“Right,” Miss Jameson
Melissa gave Miss Jameson a hard stare. “It has to be kept a secret though.”
“Of course,” Miss Jameson replied. She was used to keeping secrets about punishments in the Headmistress’s Study.
The intercom sounded. “Hold my calls for fifteen minutes, Miss Jameson,” Mrs Simons said.
“Of course Headmistress,” Miss Jameson replied. She looked up sheepishly at Melissa and said, blushing, “She canes me as well sometimes for making mistakes. She’s ever so strict.”
“Yes she is,” Melissa said as she walked out of the office. She smiled to herself though as she thought about how strict she was going to be with Mrs Simons when she went to see her at her house.
