Miss Anderson had to admit that she was tense as she walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. Miss Anderson was thirty-eight, and a teacher at the local sixth form college for girls. She reckoned that she was a popular teacher and none of the girls seemed to mind that she was so strict.
What Miss Anderson knew about herself was that, whilst she put on a facade of being strict, she actually had fantasies of submitting to school corporal punishment type discipline specifically being caned like a naughty school girl. That was why she often looked at the website, tryschoolcaningpunishmentormore, which had private adverts for those wanting to match up with others to experience their fantasy. She knew that lots of the people on the site fantasised about being the one disciplining others with the cane and she wanted to match up with one of those.
That was why she was here today as she had contacted a woman who lived just a couple of miles away and who was happy to give her the cane. It was agreed that it wouldn’t be quite like school discipline. The lady, Miss Hoskins, said that she had a caning bench and the person receiving the punishment would be secured to it. There were leather cuffs to secure her wrists and ankles and leather straps to secure her thighs. That would secure her in position and prevent any resistance once the caning started.
Miss Anderson, Karen, actually liked that idea because she would prefer to hand full control over to the woman caning her, even without a safe word, because she reckoned that she might otherwise bottle it and so not experience a really hard caning.
Karen had been told to wear a vest top, shorts, a bra, and knickers, but leaving her legs bare. She happily dressed like that and felt comfortable knowing the shorts and knickers would easily be yanked down so she could be caned on her bare bottom. She felt anxious but was ready to face Miss Hoskins and the discipline she knew she wanted to experience.
What Karen also liked about tryschoolcaningpunishmentormore was that it was also a dating site for those interested in a caning punishment relationship. You could choose 'same sex' or 'opposite sex' in your partner, and Karen went for female as she had lesbian leanings. The meetings were not for money, the idea being that you would meet and have a long-term relationship which could then include discipline. Karen wasn't expecting that today, but just wanted to experience a really hard caning.
The front door opened almost immediately, and Karen saw Miss Hoskins who looked to her to be about twenty. She hadn't inquired about age in their exchanges, but at that moment liked the idea of being caned by a woman several years younger than herself. She even thought how this would be like being caned by one of her students, which she had fantasised about happening many a time.
Karen was invited in with a smile and, “Come in, Karen. I am Miss Jones and will set things up for Miss Hoskins to then come in and deal with you. Treat me as though I’m the headmistress' secretary.”
Karen now wondered how old the actual Miss Hoskins was but didn’t see a problem with being welcomed by someone else. She followed Miss Jones into what must have been one of the bedrooms, but she immediately saw the caning bench. She had seen ones just like it on websites, so she would kneel on the lower level, and her bottom would be perched on the higher level which dropped down slightly so her bottom would be raised and well presented to be caned. She also saw all of the leather cuffs and straps that would secure her to the bench and felt excited and tense at the same time, which were two feelings she felt went well together.
Miss Jones said, “Take a seat, Karen, and I’ll bring you a selection of canes and you can choose which one you want to have used on you.”
Karen rather liked that idea and sat down on the chair quite close to the caning bench. She watched as Miss Jones opened the cupboard and took out three canes, two straight ones and one that was hook-ended. As soon as they were handed to her, she picked up the hook-ended cane which she knew to be a senior cane and likely to hurt the most. She swished it down onto the palm of her hand a couple of times, then looked up and said, “I’ll have this one, please, Miss Jones.”
Miss Jones smiled and said, “A very good choice. A real stinger is this one."
After putting the other two canes away Miss Jones looked at Karen and said, “Right, let’s get you secured in place. Please stand at the end of the bench, remove your shorts and knickers, and then get up onto the bench."
This was it, Karen told herself and she stood at the end of the caning bench, pushed her shorts and knickers down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and gave them to Miss Jones who had held her hand out ready to take them.
Karen then knelt on the lower level of the bench and leaned forward onto the higher level, stretching her arms forward and resting them by the leather cuffs. She made sure that her legs were apart so that her ankles were by the ankle cuffs. She then lay there as Miss Jones secured first of all both wrists, then both ankles, and then secured the leather straps around her thighs. After that, she did pull slightly on the wrist cuffs and could tell that she was properly secured in place, just as she wanted to be.
Finally, and perhaps a little unexpectedly, Miss Jones placed a mouth gag over Karen’s mouth, and said, “We do have neighbours and we don’t want them alerted by your yelps after each stroke. This just makes sure.”
Karen supposed she could understand that because it was a residential area.
Miss Jones then announced, “I will fetch Miss Hoskins."
When Karen was in the room by herself, she thought over how pleasantly this had been done. Miss Jones was very nice about how she let her choose the cane and how she directed her to the bench and secured her in place. She hoped that Miss Hoskins would be as nice, although also resolute in giving her the very hard caning that she had asked for in their exchanges.
Karen heard the door open again and managed to turn her head so she could see Miss Hoskins. She was shocked, though, because the person who walked in was Amy Roberts, a girl who was in her class until last week when the term ended and she had left to go to uni. Karen tried to say, 'No,' but as she had the mouth gag on only grunts came out.
Amy spoke over the sound of the grunts and said, in an authoritative tone, “It’s okay, Karen, I saw it was you from the window, although knew that you couldn't see me. I doubt you would have come in if you had seen me and you would most likely have left if you saw me before being secured to the bench. However, you are still my favourite teacher and whilst you were very strict with us, I was pretty sure the reality was the opposite. So, now you are here and secured in place at least you will get the experience that you so clearly want.”
What Amy didn’t add was that she was excited to find her ex-teacher here and on her caning bench, because she had a crush on her when at college and so to have her here today was almost a dream, but better, of course, because it was real. In fact, maybe it was even their first date, she thought.
Karen was still grunting through the face mask, and so Amy took what she felt was the right action to calm her down. She started to rain very heavy smacks with her hand on Karen’s bottom saying between each smack, "Stop being a naughty girl and take the punishment you are here to have.”
It did calm Karen down and she reminded herself that she was a submissive and had always loved Amy’s “Do as I say or else,” tone of voice at college, and often pictured herself being spanked by her. She never thought it would happen, but here she was. She had told herself that being only a couple of miles from where she lived there was an outside chance that she might know Miss Hoskins but that it was a risk worth taking. Well, she did know Miss Hoskins, or rather Miss Roberts, and there was nothing to be gained from running away. So, she would take it on the chin, or rather her bare bottom, and reconciled herself to the fact that she had now already had her bare bottom spanked several times by an ex-student who would now cane her really hard.
Those thoughts and the very hard spanks calmed her down, even thinking how another fantasy that would become a reality was to be caned by a student of hers, and Amy had been until just a few days ago. So, becoming the true submissive again, she stopped grunting even as the spanks continued.
Amy saw that Karen had calmed down and stopped grunting. She did wonder whether Karen had stopped because she had smacked her bottom so hard, or because she had realised she was going to get what she wanted. Either way, Amy stopped smacking Karen’s bottom, said, "Good girl," as though Karen was the naughty schoolgirl, and went and picked up the cane.
When Amy returned with the cane, she rubbed it from side to side across Karen’s bottom, then said, “Just to be clear, Karen, we agreed that I would give you a really hard caning and you will trust me to cane you without a safe word.”
Karen was now more relaxed and grunted as she nodded her head in agreement.
Amy was now in dominatrix mode and said sternly, “I know you asked for the cane, but I am in charge here and I have decided you need several more spanks with my hand for disagreeing with me before.” She then proceeded to land more very hard spanks on Karen’s bottom with her hand and enjoyed Karen’s grunts, this time because her bottom would be stinging so that was okay.
Karen suffered the flow of spanks and couldn’t help herself grunting. As the spanks continued Karen even thought of Miss Hoskins as a very strict teacher rather than an ex-student, or maybe a class captain who had the authority to deal with teachers who were below par. So, yes, another fantasy becoming a reality. She also felt that control was now fully transferred, away from her, and to Miss Hoskins."
Satisfied with the spanking that she had given, Amy once again rubbed the cane from side to side across Karen's bare bottom knowing that she was able to give a very hard caning. Karen wasn’t the first person she had caned as there was a whole group of girls and boys, men and women, who met for spanking parties, and Amy was a regular choice by a whole range of submissives. That was when she decided to purchase the caning bench and while she had said in the email to Karen that she was looking for volunteers to help her learn how to cane hard, that was a lie because she had plenty of volunteers already. One regular volunteer was Lisa Jones, her assistant today, who happily took sixty or even seventy-two strokes of the cane at any one time.
Amy then rubbed the cane across Karen's bottom several times, which certainly showed Karen who was in charge. Amy also loved to savour the sight of the uncaned bottom compared to later when it would have all those welts painted across both cheeks.
As Karen felt the cane rub across her bottom, she suddenly realised that she didn’t know how many strokes she was going to get. However, she preferred that Miss Hoskins just made all the decisions, as a Dom should, and every submissive should just accept those decisions. So, she just got herself mentally ready for the pain to come.
Amy knew that the norm for her was not to state how many strokes she was going to give. She knew the uncertainty added to the enjoyment of the person receiving the caning, just as she didn’t say whether she was going to give double or triple strokes at any given time. She knew that those on the receiving end expected single strokes with a short gap between, but Amy knew those double and triple strokes without any perceived gap between each stroke added to the stinging pain in multiples, and enjoyed giving them.
Amy pulled her arm back and landed the first stroke right across the middle of Karen’s bottom making sure the end landed on her bottom cheek and not in the air. She listened happily to Karen’s grunt and then continued with the strokes, normally leaving between five and ten seconds between each stroke so she was building up the concern in Karen’s mind as she made her bottom sting more and more intensely.
Amy did see how after every stroke Karen threw her head back and let out louder and louder grunts, albeit muffled because of the mouth gag. She saw how Karen also pulled at the wrist cuffs but that was equally just a natural reaction. Amy knew from her experience what to look out for in how Karen was coping with the caning whilst there was no safe word, and she was wearing the mouth gag. If Karen grunted several times, as though trying to tell her something, then she was not coping at all well. The grunting would sound very different to those grunts made because the stroke was painful, particularly as Karen wanted the caning to be really hard. Right now, the grunt was the usual response, and then crying, but was not a request to stop as the stinging was the turn on and the reason to be there.
Amy continued landing stroke after stroke across Karen’s bottom. After every ten or so strokes she landed a double stroke or a triple, all as forceful and pain-filled as the single strokes. She saw how Karen’s reaction was far more exaggerated than after the single strokes, but still, she gave no signs of wanting it to stop, although kept on grunting.
Karen was struggling more and more as each stroke landed. It hurt much more than she had thought it would, although she was getting far more than six strokes and so wasn't so surprised. She knew she yelped after each stroke but couldn't stop that and was pleased she had the mouth gag. She yelped louder with the double strokes but that was unexpected and even louder with the first triple stroke which was when she started to cry.
Amy looked at Karen’s bottom enjoying how it was no longer unmarked but had some fifty welts including many crisscrossed raised welts. She rubbed Karen's bottom and felt how warm her bare bottom cheeks were and ran her fingers along the raised welts. She was also happy that whilst Karen was crying, she still wasn’t asking her to stop, and was very happy to go with that and continue with the hard strokes.
Karen knew she was silly to think that she was going to get just six of the best because she had been told that she could expect to be in the house for two hours. Now she was wondering, if that was the case, just how many strokes of the cane would she get. However, crying seemed to help her cope with the caning, and when Miss Hoskins rubbed her bottom again, she found that quite sensual, even erotic, and wondered whether Miss Hoskins might run her fingers along her pussy lips which she was sure would be really damp by now.
However, once again she told herself it was up to Miss Hoskins to decide what happened. All that Karen knew, right then, was that her bottom was stinging like it had never stung before but even so she just wanted the caning to continue. The fact that she not only knew Miss Hoskins, but she was an ex-student and young enough to be her daughter just didn't matter and was even a plus for her.
Amy fully intended to land at least seventy-two strokes and so there were at least twenty-two more to go. She started with a double stroke and saw Karen once again react with a loud grunt after the first stroke which merged in with an even louder yelp as the second stroke landed straight afterwards. Amy was very happy with that reaction and continued the caning, once again with five to ten-second gaps between strokes, consistently so, adding fresh red raised welts to Karen’s already well-painted bottom cheeks.
Karen knew this was so much more pain than she thought that she could handle but she was, and although she was pulling at the wrist cuffs, she wanted the caning to continue. Then, when a triple stroke landed it was a real shock, but fully within Miss Hoskins’ right to do so in order to push her to her limits and then maybe just a little bit more than that. However, when the gap between that last triple stroke and the next stroke was now a long one Karen wondered whether the caning was over. She knew she was crying uncontrollably but wasn’t embarrassed or humiliated, but she knew that her submissive tendencies were right for her. What was definite in her mind was that she would want to come back here for another caning, perhaps even longer, and with more double and triple strokes, and hoped Miss Hoskins would agree to let her.
Amy fully intended the triple stroke to be the last of the cane strokes and loved how Karen was crying. It was so cool for her to be caning the teacher she had a crush on when at college, and it was clear that Karen was totally up for it. She did wonder whether Karen was turned on as well by the pain, and so started to rub her bottom again with her hand, feeling just how warm it was and how the welts were raised and fabulous to touch. She even saw how, as she rubbed Karen’s inner thighs, she raised her bottom as though inviting her to finger her pussy lips. Amy took it as a real invitation and did so. She was delighted to find just how wet Karen was and how she let out erotic gasps as she ran her fingers up and down her wet pussy lips, even more so as she eased her fingers inside Karen’s vulva. Karen was trying to gyrate even though secured down and Amy was elated that it took just moments of caressing her before Karen exploded in orgasm.
Karen knew what had happened to her today had been such a great experience, not just being caned so hard, but having a huge orgasm afterwards. Did it mean that Miss Hoskins would be prepared to see her again, or would this be the one and only time, she wondered? She hoped the former would be the case.
Amy knew that she wouldn’t normally have fingered Karen, given it was her first time here. However, she felt that as she knew Karen so well, given that she was her teacher until very recently, that this was very different. She even wanted to see Karen again, as her submissive, but also, just maybe, as her girlfriend. Would that work out she asked herself?
Amy looked down at the clearly satisfied Karen and said, “Okay, Karen, I’ll undo your cuffs.”
Amy then undid Karen’s thigh straps first, then her ankle cuffs and finally her wrist cuffs. Finally, she removed the mouth gag as her crying wouldn’t be heard by the neighbours. She then gave Karen’s bottom another couple of rubs and a light smack on each cheek, and said, “Okay, Karen, you can get up now.”
Karen definitely struggled to force herself up as the stinging pain right across her bottom became much more noticeable again. Even so, she did manage it and when she did her hands rushed to her bottom which she rubbed and clutched as she stepped from foot to foot. She had pictured herself doing this, albeit after just six strokes. Although she didn’t know at all how many strokes she had received today, she knew that it was many times that.
Once she had calmed down, although still clutching her bottom cheeks, Karen looked at Miss Hoskins who of course was still blurred because of the tears that filled her eyes and wondered how she felt. However, as the more than willing submissive, she knew she mustn’t make any presumptions. She knew that she had to have total respect for Miss Hoskins, and certainly much more respect than she would expect a student at the college to have for her as the teacher. Maybe more respect even than the headmistress would expect.
Amy saw how Karen struggled to get up from the caning bench and was delighted with that as it really did mean she had given her a hard caning. She hoped it wasn’t too hard, although the reaction of crying and clutching her bottom cheeks and stepping foot to foot was the result that she had achieved before. Was it too much, though, to have given her finger sex, she wondered, but then there were no sharp comments being made by Karen.
Deciding to test Karen, Amy looked at her and said, “Now it’s your turn to say thank you to me.”
Karen immediately reacted, first by saying, “Of course, Miss Hoskins,” and then when she saw her sit down, she immediately went over to her, getting there just after Amy sat on a chair and had lowered her knickers to her ankles, scooped them up, then sat back with her legs apart. Karen knelt between Miss Hoskins’ legs and started kissing her inner thighs, working her way up to her stretched pussy lips which she licked and sucked and kissed, easing her tongue inside whilst also flicking her taut clit. It didn’t take long at all for her to give Miss Hoskins what sounded like the most fabulous orgasm.
Amy was so happy that she had been given the great orgasm she had just had, and happily relaxed as Karen continued to gently kiss and lick her pussy lips. Then Amy leaned forward and cupped Karen’s face in her hands, then leaned down and they kissed passionately. Amy eased her tongue into Karen’s welcoming open mouth, their tongues intertwined, and the kissing became more and more passionate.
After kissing for several more moments Amy pulled herself back, smiled at Karen, and said, “You need to come to bed with me, because whilst I have punished you, I need to make you a good girl again.”
Karen was breathless with surprise but was delighted, and replied, “Yes please, Miss.”
Before standing up Amy asked, “Are you available to date me, Karen?”
Karen gasped again and replied, “Yes please to that as well, Miss.”
Amy kept smiling as she said, “Miss Jones left straight after tying you to the caning bench so we are alone. Let’s get you to my bedroom.”
Karen happily let Miss Hoskins lead her to the bedroom and control their lovemaking as she had controlled her discipline. She wanted to address Amy as Miss or Miss Hoskins, maybe even in public, and didn't care just then how that looked. She loved being a submissive and hoped for a long and loving relationship with Miss Hoskins, and plenty of punishments with the cane whenever she earned it, or even if Miss Hoskins just wanted to cane her because it got her aroused. She wouldn’t be complaining about whatever she decided, that was for sure, because her decision would be final every time.
