Charlotte went into the classroom which was empty except for her class teacher and mentor, Miss Roberts. Her eyes were full of tears as two hours ago she had been given a really hard spanking at the back of her classroom in front of all her classmates by Miss Castle, the class assistant. She had now, just a few minutes ago, left the headmistress's study where Miss Lewis gave her twenty-four strokes of the cane and her bottom was stinging like never before.   

Miss Lewis was the very strict Headmistress who used the cane to punish disobedient girls. 

Yesterday, Charlotte had sat nervously in the classroom alone with Miss Roberts. Charlotte was eighteen and in the last few days at the sixth form college for girls and had got her desired offers for Uni and was fully expected to get the grades.  

Today was supposed to be Miss Roberts's final meeting with the student she was mentoring but could tell that Charlotte seemed nervous about something, but didn't press her about it.  

However, Charlotte did pluck up the courage to have a rather embarrassing discussion with her when she explained, "A couple of weeks ago I had to go to see Miss Kemp, Miss." 

Miss Roberts was surprised and asked, "The Headmistress's secretary? Okay. Why?" 

Charlotte replied, "To get a form signed, Miss. I walked in and saw Lesley and Amanda sitting on chairs outside Miss Lewis's Study door and they looked hugely embarrassed. As I walked up to Miss Kemp's desk I heard the swishing sound, thwack, and yelp from inside the Study. That was followed by three more. Miss Kemp didn't say anything but just took my form and looked at it." 

Miss Roberts asked, "Was it double detention day?" 

Charlotte blushed as she replied, "Yes, it was, Miss. After about a minute the Study door opened, and Sarah came out clutching her bottom and her eyes were all red. As she came up to the desk, I could see tears. She ignored me, or maybe didn't see me because of her tears. Miss Kemp asked her how many and Sarah said four. As Sarah left the phone went, Miss Kemp picked it up, said, 'Yes, Miss Lewis,' looked at the two girls, and told Amanda to go in. Then, as though nothing had happened, Miss Kemp looked at my form again. Moments later the whooshing sound followed by the thwack and yelp happened again, six times in all, but Miss Kemp didn't react at all and asked me questions about the form as though nothing of importance was happening." 

Miss Roberts asked, "Were you embarrassed by what was happening to the girls?" 

Charlotte blushed as she replied, "I was, Miss, but only because it ignited in my head what it must be like to be caned."  

Miss Roberts was surprised and said, "You are not ever naughty, so why should you be caned?" 

Again, Charlotte blushed as she replied, "I know, Miss, but I was still wondering. The same happened a week earlier when Lizzie was spanked by Miss Castle. She gave Lizzie quite a hard spanking over her knickers and that set me wondering what it would be like to be spanked in class, or even at all. Then yesterday only fueled those thoughts." 

Miss Roberts asked, although she supposed she knew the answer from what Charlotte had said, "Have you ever been spanked?" 

Charlotte replied, "No, Miss, never, but it still got me thinking about what it would be like to be spanked." 

Miss Roberts wondered where this was going and said, "Well, you don't get spanked and caned at university, so isn't that the end of it?" 

Charlotte blushed again as she replied, "No, Miss, as I need to know. After I heard the caning, I couldn't get it out of my mind and still can't." 

Miss Roberts said, "It's too late, isn't it, Charlotte, as tomorrow is your last day here." 

Charlotte replied. "No, Miss, not if you get Miss Lewis to agree to cane me and Miss Castle to spank me." 

That puzzled Miss Roberts, who had never been asked for this kind of help. She replied, "I don't think they will agree, Charlotte." 

Charlotte knew her answer. "The thing is, Miss, if they won't, then my only choice will be to go to one of the ladies who puts her cards up in the phone boxes and offers things like school discipline." 

Miss Roberts was shocked at that suggestion. "That is very risky, Charlotte." 

Charlotte replied, "I know, Miss, which is why I want Miss Lewis and Miss Castle to do it." 

Miss Roberts could see how that would be safer for Charlotte but not easy to organise. However, she did like Charlotte and even had a bit of a teacher's crush on her, or rather a huge one. She thought she looked so attractive in her short-sleeved college dress and as the gym teacher, she loved to see Charlotte in her gym gear with bare arms and bare legs, her dark brown hair tied back in a bun, and her larger-than-average breasts. She just never said anything to her but had dreams of that changing once term was over and Charlotte was no longer a student of hers. She knew her chosen university was a long way away, but there were still the summer holidays, she mused.  

To help Charlotte, she asked, "The class assistants have a range of spankings, the scale is one to six. What were you imagining?" 

Charlotte replied, "I know about that, Miss. I want thirty-six." 

Miss Roberts smiled as she replied, "That would be a record." She then asked, "How many strokes of the cane do you imagine getting? Four or maybe six?" 

Charlotte replied, "I just have twenty-four in my head, Miss, all on my bare bottom rather than over my dress." 

Miss Roberts was blown away by that as well. She replied tentatively, "I doubt either of them will do those punishments." 

Charlotte replied, "Well, Miss, maybe tell them that will force me to take the huge risk of me going to the ladies who advertise." She let the threat hang in the air.  

Miss Roberts said, "Your bottom will be a huge mess after such a hard spanking and caning. What will your parents say?" 

Charlotte replied, "They are away for five days, so they won't know about it, Miss. The timing is, therefore, perfect, Miss." 

Miss Roberts could see what Charlotte meant and, whilst unhappy, as Charlotte's mentor, felt she needed to help her and said, "Okay, Charlotte, I'll see what I can do. Meet me back here in an hour." 

That was more than Charlotte had expected but managed to keep a straight face as she replied in a hopeful tone of voice, "Will do, Miss. I do hope so much that you can persuade them for me, Miss." 

An hour later, Charlotte went back into the classroom and saw Miss Roberts at her desk and went and stood in front of her. It was clear that she wasn't being invited to sit down, as though she were a naughty girl.  

Miss Roberts stayed seated and said, "Miss Castle has agreed to give you a level thirty-six spanking in class tomorrow. She has never given one that long but says she will start it in the afternoon break but keep going as the classroom fills up. Miss Lewis has agreed to give you twenty-four strokes of the cane after the final bell goes so Miss Kemp will have left. She has agreed every stroke will be as hard as she gives the truly naughty girls, and, as you have asked, the caning will be on your bare bottom. What do you say?" 

Charlotte really didn't know what to say, as she had never expected to get this answer when she came back into the classroom. She just about managed, "Thank you, Miss." 

Miss Roberts then added, "Miss Lewis said you will need a Punishment Form to take home afterwards. You said your parents were away, so that could be a problem." 

Charlotte hadn't realised that and was worried that it would ruin everything if her parents had to be told. Miss Roberts then said, "However, as I want to help you, I can offer that you come home with me and I will give you the necessary spanking. That way you get your full fantasy." 

Charlotte was elated. "Yes, please, Miss. Thank you so much, Miss." 

Miss Roberts added, "What I then require, is that you stay the night with me, in my bed, and we finger and lick each other to huge orgasms. I think you know what I mean. Tomorrow is the last day of college so by the evening I am no longer your teacher and so we can do it, and your parents being away is ideal timing as well.  

Charlotte gasped. She knew exactly what Miss Roberts meant. In fact, she had quite a crush on Miss Roberts and had fantasied about having sex with her, and now it was being offered.  

Miss Roberts saw the look of wonderment on Charlotte's face and added, "That is my fantasy, by the way." 

Charlotte was blown away and said, "Deal, Miss." 

Having agreed, Charlotte found it hard to sleep that night but was up for everything as she made her way to college on the Friday.  

As the bell rang for the afternoon break, Miss Castle asked Charlotte to stay behind. Her friends had quizzical looks on their faces and Charlotte shrugged her shoulders but stayed behind.  

Once the classroom was empty, Miss Castle said, "So, Charlotte. You want a seriously hard spanking." 

Charlotte swallowed hard and replied, "Yes, please, Miss." 

Miss Castle didn't argue or try to talk Charlotte out of it and just explained. "The break is fifteen minutes. A six-scale spanking lasts two minutes, so I calculate a thirty-six scale spanking, if it existed, would last twelve minutes. So, you will go across my lap in ten minutes' time. That means you will be partway through the spanking as the class fills up again and they will all see the end of the spanking. I will leave you to explain it to them and I am sure you have a story ready." 

Charlotte didn't but said, "Yes l do, Miss. I will say I was rude to you and that got me the spanking." 

Miss Castle nodded her head and replied, "Good enough." 

Miss Castle kept to her word and after ten minutes sat on her chair at the back of the classroom and ordered. "Right, Charlotte, raise your dress up above your waist and get across my lap. It will be my usual hard spanking on your knickers and expect no sympathy. Understood?" 

Charlotte replied. "Yes, Miss." 

Charlotte quickly yanked her dress up above her waist and held it there until she bent across Miss Castle's lap and got the close-up view of her legs and the floor that she had so often imagined. The reality was wondrous to her, and even feeling Miss Castle rub her knicker-covered bottom felt really good.  

Charlotte's feelings of wonder changed as the spanks started to land. She knew from her classmates who had been spanked in class that it hurt, and the most any of them had had was a sixth of what she was going to get. Yet her bottom was already stinging, and she wondered if she had got her desire of wanting to feel the pain wrong. However, as the spanking continued, she still found the spanks hard but saw it as a challenge to get through, and although she squirmed around on Miss Castle's lap, she stayed in place.  

It was embarrassing when her classmates came back into class and she heard surprised comments like, "Charlotte's getting a spanking, quick, come see." 

Charlotte still struggled as the spanks continued but did manage to see so many upside down legs come up to her and then walk away only to be replaced by other legs. The comments continued and Miss Castle said nothing to shoo the girls away but just kept to her word and made sure the spanking was a hard one.   

Mind you, Charlotte didn't really have anything to compare the spanking to except the classmates who had been spanked all said it hurt but recovered in just a few minutes. 

As promised, Miss Castle continued to spank Charlotte's knicker-covered bottom even when the classroom was full and Miss Roberts had come in and was standing at the front of the class. She tried to quieten the class down by saying, "There's no need for all of this chatter, girls. You've seen a spanking before, so let's just wait for it to finish." 

All the girls in the class did go silent but turned and watched as Miss Castle continued to spank Charlotte and Miss Roberts saw a whole selection of reactions, including girls who held their hands to their mouths and whispered to the girls next to them, whilst others put their hands on their own bottoms as though thinking about experiencing a spanking themselves. Miss Roberts supposed she wasn't really surprised at any of it, and certainly not as much as when Charlotte made the request to be spanked.  

The buzzer went off on Miss Castle's watch, which told her that she had given Charlotte the full twelve minutes of spanking that she had promised her. When she focused on the parts of Charlotte's bottom that she could see, which, to be fair, was quite a bit of both cheeks, she could see just how red she had turned both bottom cheeks and the sit spots and the tops of her legs, and wasn't surprised by the way that Charlotte was crying. Even so, she had done what Miss Roberts had asked her to do, and exchanged glances with her and saw her smile and nod her head, which she took as the acknowledgement of her thanks, so job done.  

Miss Castle turned back and looked at Charlotte's bare very red bottom and ordered, "Okay, spanking over. You can now get up. Straighten out your dress and then go and sit down." 

Everyone, including Charlotte, knew that the instruction was easier to receive than to do. There were many more smiles around the room once Charlotte had straightened out her dress and went and sat down on her hard wooden seat, gasped as she did so, and then squirmed around trying to get comfortable. She knew, just as the rest of them knew, that she would not get comfortable, and would have to suffer in silence, she hoped, although she was still sobbing and sniffing back tears. However, she had now experienced the first punishment and was already thinking about the caning that she was going to get, hopefully, after the final bell. 

Charlotte continued to feel uncomfortable and was blushing during the next break between lessons as she explained to her friends and other classmates why she had been spanked. She knew it was a lie, but hopefully, the other girls would never find that out. 

Charlotte had recovered a bit during the afternoon, although still found sitting on the hard wooden seat uncomfortable. That all disappeared from her mind as she heard the final bell and knew what was going to happen then. 

Her friends didn't hang around because they had all agreed to have a party the following week as a final shindig although still had the summer holidays to get together before, hopefully, going to university. 

All the girls left the classroom leaving just Charlotte and Miss Roberts alone there. After just a few minutes Miss Roberts said to Charlotte, "I've just had a message from Miss Lewis that Miss Kemp has left. So, go and see Miss Lewis, and then come back here." 

Charlotte admitted to herself that she was nervous as she made her way to the headmistress's study. She walked straight into the outer office and was relieved that it was empty. She then went to the door to the headmistress's Study and respectfully knocked on it. She heard the command to enter, which she did, closing the door behind her.  

Miss Lewis was sitting at her desk and watched Charlotte come up and stay standing on the other side, clearly looking nervous. So, to give her one last chance, she asked, "Any change of mind, Charlotte?" 

Charlotte knew that the real answer was yes, but also told herself that if she didn't go through with it now then she would regret it, and so replied, "No, Miss Lewis." 

Miss Lewis pursed her lips as though not understanding at all why Charlotte would ask for this, but got up and went over to the cupboard, opened it, took out the hook-ended senior cane, and then walked back to her desk. 

She looked at Charlotte and ordered, "You will be caned on your bare bottom, so take off your knickers and lift your dress up above your waist. Then bend over my desk and grab the far side." 

Charlotte had been looking forward to this moment but at the same time dreading it. She knew she could've asked for just four strokes or even six, and why she asked for twenty-four was so beyond her. She was just testing Miss Roberts, and now she was faced with those strokes it looked as though that had backfired. So, she therefore did as she was told and lifted up the hem of her dress, eased her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on a chair. She then bent over the desk and grabbed the far side knowing that her bare bottom was now staring straight up at Miss Lewis and just waiting for her hook-ended cane to do its job on her. 

Charlotte caught her breath when she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom. So crazy, she told herself. How could she have been so crazy? Then she told herself it wasn't being crazy, it was being inquisitive. She had heard the cane being used on her classmates and heard the yelps they gave. It would actually be strange for her if she wasn't inquisitive and didn't want to find out for herself what it was like. So was she crazy or inquisitive? Well, she told herself that whilst it was still a quandary, she did convince herself that she was doing exactly the right thing. As it would be a once only, she also told herself it would have been silly to have taken just a few strokes. She really did need the number of strokes to exceed any expectation that she had of being able to cope. That was what would be memorable and tell her whether she wanted to be caned again in the future. 

It was then she realised that she had never intended to be caned more than once. Why would she think at all that she would want to be caned again? That is what sounded really crazy, she told herself, or at least possibly crazy, possibly not crazy, and possibly she wouldn't know the answer until after she had struggled to cope with twenty-four strokes of the cane.  

The next moment she heard Miss Lewis ask, "Are you ready, Charlotte? Don't forget that every time they will be my usual very hard strokes." 

Charlotte closed her eyes tightly as she replied, "Yes, Miss Lewis, I am ready." 

After just a few more moments, Charlotte heard the swishing sound that she had heard when talking to Miss Kemp in the outer office and then was pretty sure she heard the thwack as the cane bit into her bottom, although, to be fair, the pain took over her senses almost immediately, and then she did yelp because of the pain. 

As the second stroke bit into her bottom, and then the third stroke, each time she did tell herself now she was crazy, and with the fourth stroke she told herself that could have been it, but she had been really silly and asked for so many more strokes. Each time another stroke landed, so she yelped again, and again, and regretted being so silly and crazy to have asked, actually demanded, so many strokes of the cane. 

The swishing sounds seemed to merge each time, as did the thwack, well, at least they merged with her yelp. It actually became a bit of a rhythm. Swish, thwack, yelp, time and again as each stroke landed.  

Charlotte had thought she was going to be able to count the strokes, but it was clear very early on that her focus was on the swishing sound because she was listening out for that, knowing that right then the cane was on its way down to her bottom. The thwack made sense all by itself, and she was not able to prevent herself from letting out the yelp each time. It all meant that she failed to keep count of the strokes but reckoned that Miss Lewis would be doing that. 

Charlotte was aware that her eyes were filling with tears although for a lot of the time her eyes were closed. However, she also felt those tears dribbling down her face, which told her that she wasn't coping very well. On the other hand, as stroke after stroke continued to land, she knew that she was keeping a hold of the far side of the table, staying in place, knowing her bottom was nicely presented for Miss Lewis and her hugely pain-filled cane, so maybe she was coping better than she thought. 

The rhythm of swish thwack yelp continued, and, as it did, Charlotte even started to think that the intensely stinging pain, as much as it hurt and it really did hurt, was something quite exhilarating. Well, exhilarating was probably the wrong description, given the intensity of the pain, and she did not doubt that she would find sitting down on a hard wooden chair many, many times harder than it was when she first sat down after the spanking that Miss Castle had given her in front of her classmates. Did that matter, though? Standing wasn't such a bad thing if she was able to tell herself that she had coped with the caning, in fact, every one of the twenty-four harsh, pain-filled strokes. 

Mind you, that was still a little way away. 

Once again there was the swish thwack yelp, and Charlotte knew that she was holding onto the far side of the table with all her might and was now crying. The girls who had come out of the study after being caned weren't crying so much, she told herself, but then they had been given far fewer strokes than she had already received, and she was pretty sure there were several more strokes yet to come. 

Of course, she reminded herself that for most the cane was a punishment intended to change their behaviour, and she could see that must work given the intensity of the pain. Mind you, not in her case, as she had begged, in fact demanded, to be caned and she was always a good girl. Still, she was so very unlikely to want to be caned again after this experience. At least, very unlikely but not totally unlikely, she told herself. 

Suddenly the strokes stopped. There was no swish or thwack, so no need for her to yelp. Had the caning finished? she asked herself, and it had because she heard Miss Lewis say, "Okay, Charlotte, you can get up now and put your knickers back on." 

Charlotte managed to push herself up and immediately clutched her stinging bottom cheeks. As she did, she felt the thick welts and again told herself she was crazy to have wanted even for a moment so many hard strokes of the cane, so wouldn't be asking to be caned again. 

However, as she stepped from foot to foot and rubbed her stinging bottom, her mind was changing because whilst her bottom cheeks felt so warm, even with the ridges of the welts, she started to love the fact that she had coped with all of those strokes of the cane. In fact, she now realised that she coped far better than she had expected. 

She decided she shouldn't hang around and stopped rubbing her bottom and quickly stepped back into her knickers, actually enjoying the sudden pain of letting go of the elastic of her knickers, which caused her bottom to sting again, and even though she winced, she was so pleased that she had put herself through the nightmare.  

Once she had straightened out her dress, she looked at Miss Lewis, at least the blurred image, as her eyes were still filled with tears, and said, in between sniffs, "Thank you very much for caning me, Miss Lewis." 

Miss Lewis still couldn't understand why Charlotte had wanted to receive so many cane strokes, indeed why she wanted to receive any at all, but she seemed quite happy that she had done so and so replied, "I just hope you got what you wanted from it." 

Charlotte found herself smiling as she replied, "I did, thank you, Miss Lewis." 

With that, Charlotte turned and, now clutching her bottom cheeks through her dress, walked out of the study and then out of the outer office, and made her way back to the classroom, where she walked in and saw Miss Roberts waiting for her. As she walked right up to Miss Roberts, she realised that she hadn't brought with her the punishment form and asked Miss Roberts, "Should I go back and get the form, Miss?" 

Miss Roberts knew that Charlotte wasn't going to be given a Punishment Form but still wanted her to come back to hers, hopefully for the whole weekend, and so replied, "No need, Charlotte. We will just assume that you've been given it, and I will deal with you as though you have." 

Charlotte was happy enough with that, and because now she was used to her bottom stinging so much, she really did want to know what it would be like to receive a second spanking over the thick cane welts. She was also looking forward to spending time alone with Miss Roberts, including sharing her bed with her. So, she replied, "Fair enough, Miss. That works for me, Miss." 

As Charlotte walked with Miss Roberts out of the college and towards her house, she was now so pleased that she had pushed herself and been both spanked and caned and was now totally looking forward to another spanking. Did that mean that she wanted to be spanked and caned again? She really thought that it did, and she started to wonder how she could achieve that.  

They got back to Miss Roberts's house, and when they went into the kitchen for some tea, Miss Roberts asked, "Why aren't you sitting down, Charlotte?" 

Charlotte replied, "I think I would need a really thick cushion, Miss." 

Miss Roberts smiled and said, "Naughty girls have to suffer the pain. Although you are not a naughty girl, you have been dealt with today as though you are one, so sit down on the kitchen chair and suffer." 

Charlotte knew that Miss Roberts was simply giving her the experience that she wanted, and so gently sat down. Her bottom certainly did hurt as she lowered her full weight onto her stinging bottom cheeks, but after just a few seconds she actually found the sensation quite enjoyable. Maybe it's true that naughty girls can have a good time even when they are punished as she has been. Then she even wondered whether naughty girls could have a good time because they have been punished. She was thinking that was closer to the truth and then added the thought that it must work even better if they have a good time with the person who has punished them. That made sense, as she was here right now with Miss Roberts, whom she had a crush on, and she remembered that Miss Roberts had told her that that crush was returned. 

Charlotte and Miss Roberts chatted quite happily during tea. Miss Roberts asked Charlotte first about the spanking and then about the caning, and Charlotte had explained so happily about the experience she now had of both. As she was talking, Charlotte realised that she really was happy and definitely did want to experience being spanked and caned again and wanted to make sure that Miss Roberts was going to give her another spanking, and said, "I'm really looking forward to a second spanking, just to see what that is like after so many strokes of the cane, Miss." 

Charlotte decided she wanted to continue to address Miss Roberts with respect, rather than even ask her first name. She liked the fact that it put Miss Roberts clearly in charge of her.  

Miss Roberts liked the respect Charlotte was still showing her as she replied, "I haven't forgotten what you need." 

After tea was finished and Miss Roberts was clearing away, she said, "Maybe you should go and get a shower, Charlotte. I have a shower in my ensuite bathroom. Go up there, and I'll join you as soon as I have finished putting away these things."  

Charlotte liked the idea of a shower, mainly because it meant getting undressed and she would be able to look in the mirror and see her bottom with all its welts. So, she quickly went upstairs, and, once in the bathroom, undressed and gasped as she saw the thick welts painted across her bottom. No wonder the stinging was so intense, but she did smile knowing that she had coped with everything so far. 

The more Charlotte looked in the mirror, the more she thought how beautiful her bottom looked with the welts as well as the still intense stinging feeling and now, incredibly, the quivers vibrating around her vulva. The whole experience was so much more erotically exciting than she had ever imagined it would be, and she was so turned on by it all. She knew she wasn't submissive by nature and was even alpha, but submitting for so much pain was what she knew she was readily up for time and again, hopefully with Miss Roberts for the whole of the summer holidays, at least. 

Still happy with herself she then had her shower and had to admit to being surprised when Miss Roberts joined her in the bathroom. As it turned out, she didn't join her in the shower, but collected her clothes and took them out into the bedroom, saying, "I'll put these in the washing machine. You can borrow some of mine in the meantime." 

Charlotte was happy enough with that and enjoyed the rest of the shower, soaping her bottom, and wondering what her bottom cheeks would look like once Miss Roberts had given her the second spanking of the day. 

After stepping out of the shower, Charlotte quickly dried herself before going back out into the bedroom. She was surprised to see that Miss Roberts was there in just a bra and knickers. She had seen her in her gym gear, of course, but this set her heart thumping away, and she looked forward to sharing a bed later on. 

Miss Roberts saw the wistful look on Charlotte's face and knew what she was thinking, which was why she deliberately got undressed. She then made her point even stronger by putting her arms behind her back, unclipping her bra, letting it slide down her arms, catching it, and putting it with the rest of her clothes on the far end of the bed. 

Still seeing the look of awe on Charlotte's face, she then went to the dressing table and turned the chair into the room, and sat down. She glared at Charlotte, although that quickly turned into a smile, as she said, "Naughty girls with a punishment form need to have a spanking when they get home. Get across my lap, naughty girl." 

Charlotte was so up for this and quickly bent across Miss Roberts' lap. She loved the fact that her bare tummy was lying across Miss Roberts's bare thighs, and she had such a close-up view of her well-toned upside-down legs. Charlotte made a point of clasping hold of Miss Roberts' ankle with one hand and with her other hand the leg of the chair, hoping Miss Roberts would realise that meant she wanted the spanking to be a really hard one again.  

None of that was missed by Miss Roberts, and she knew that she was excited to have the student that she had a crush on across her lap, her bare bottom staring up at her. She had fantasied about giving Charlotte a spanking so many times and fingered herself to huge orgasms as she had imagined it. When she had told Charlotte it was her fantasy to spend the night with her, she hadn't told her the part of her fantasy about wanting to spank her. She had always seen spanking as the most excellent foreplay to making love, and really hoped that although Charlotte would have a stinging bottom and be crying buckets, she would discover it made lovemaking more intense. 

Miss Roberts rubbed Charlotte's bottom a few times, and, just to make the point to her, rubbed the backs of her thighs and then eased her hand down and rubbed the inside of her thigh and saw Charlotte not just part her legs but raise her bottom as well, which she saw as permission to run her fingers along Charlotte's pussy lips. She was so happy when she realised that she was damp, just as she knew that her own pussy was damp. 

As Miss Roberts rubbed her bottom, Charlotte realised that she was turned on even with her bottom stinging so much. It reinforced her desire to be spanked and caned again, and then she felt the quivers flying around her vulva again just as it did when she had those sexy thoughts in bed and fingered herself to huge orgasms. Well, she now knew this was far better than any of those fantasies. When Miss Roberts rubbed the backs of her thighs and then her inner thigh, parting her legs was just natural, as was raising her bottom, and when she felt Miss Roberts's fingers running along her pussy lips, she knew that she was seconds away from an orgasm. 

Miss Roberts knew that she didn't want to let Charlotte orgasm just then, so she pulled her hand away and landed the first hard spank on her far bottom cheek and then proceeded to land spank after spank on her red and welted bottom cheeks.  

Charlotte was initially upset that she wasn't allowed to orgasm, but as the spanking happened, she reminded herself that first she wanted to experience a second spanking of the day and so settled back down, keeping a hold of Miss Roberts ankle and the seat of the chair, hoping that this would be an even harder and perhaps longer spanking than Miss Castle had given her this afternoon. 

Miss Roberts knew how long the spanking this afternoon had taken and fully intended to make this spanking last at least fifteen minutes. She had looked at her bedside clock and knew exactly what time the spanking started and proceeded to spank the good girl Charlotte as though she was a very, very naughty girl. She used a mixture of spanking alternate bottom cheeks, several spanks in a row on the same bottom cheek followed by several spanks in a row on the other bottom cheek, and, of course, multiple spanks on the same spot on the same bottom cheek, then multiple spanks on another spot on the same bottom cheek and then again multiple spanks on another spot on that same bottom cheek. Only then did she switch bottom cheeks, knowing this would be a much more intense spanking than Miss Castle had given her.  

Charlotte was really struggling with the spanking, thinking that it was because it was a spanking on those cane welts. She held on tightly to Miss Roberts's ankle and the leg of the chair, wanting to experience this even harder spanking, even after she had dissolved into uncontrolled crying. Happily, for her, although it was just so painful, she didn't hate it but was relishing it, and even dreaded the thought that if it went on much longer, she would orgasm as those really hard spanks were landing. 

Miss Roberts kept glancing at the clock, and when she got to fifteen minutes, she decided she should stop, because as Charlotte was going to be with her for the whole weekend, there would no doubt be further spankings that she would give her, perhaps with a hairbrush for even greater impact.  

When the spanks stopped landing and Charlotte heard, "Okay, Charlotte, I guess you are now a good girl again, so let's get you into bed with me," any concerns about reaching an orgasm whilst being spanked were immediately swept away with the knowledge that she would be going to bed with Miss Roberts right there and then.  

Charlotte pushed herself off Miss Roberts's lap and moments later they were both in bed cuddling each other, kissing each other, and caressing and kissing and licking the other's breasts, both working their way down, kissing the other's tummy, and then licking and kissing and sucking the other's very wet pussy lips. Charlotte realised that Miss Roberts had even taken off her knickers as they both continued to lick the other's pussy lips whilst flicking the other's taut clits.  

Moments later they both exploded in huge orgasms, both knowing that they had experienced the reality of so many fantasies.  

As they lay in bed cuddling and caressing each other, Miss Roberts kissed Charlotte on the cheek and then said with such loving feeling, "Of course, by tomorrow morning you will once again be a very naughty girl and will need to have your bottom spanked in the morning, in the afternoon, and before bedtime. I'll be using a hairbrush as well." 

Charlotte was for all of that and supposed she was now here for the whole weekend, and replied cheekily, "Well, I hope you will spank me rather harder tomorrow than you did just now, Miss." 

Miss Roberts replied, "Much much much harder, because you will be a very very very naughty girl." 

Both happy that they were going to get so much from the coming weekend, their lovemaking experience was repeated, so far as huge orgasms were concerned, not just once more but multiple times, before they both fell asleep in each other's arms, both with so much to look forward to together. Charlotte felt so comfortable with her stinging welted bottom and was looking forward to being punished again many times over the coming weekend by the wonderful Miss Roberts, crying buckets and making love. What a fabulous mixture of emotions, she now knew.