Beth and Liz had been an item for several weeks now, and the relationship blossomed even with the age difference as Beth was nineteen-years-old and Liz was forty-three-years-old. However, their relationship was different from what would normally be expected as Beth was the one in charge with Liz enjoying the submissive role to the extent that Beth had spanked her twice a week, at least, since they started going out.

However, everyone they knew accepted their relationship was real.

Tonight was going to be different again as Beth and Liz were going to a fancy dress party.

Liz had asked Beth, “I would like to go as a schoolgirl. How about you going as a teacher?”

“I like the idea,” Beth had replied. “Do you have a school dress?”

Liz smiled. “I do. I went to the shop where everyone’s kids get their clothes and bought one my size without trying it on. I made a couple of alterations and it fits beautifully.”

“Cool,” Beth replied. “I could wear a white blouse and dark blue skirt like the teachers wore at school.”

Liz said enthusiastically, “You could take a cane with you and swish it around.”

Beth smiled wickedly, “Maybe even swish it onto your bottom?”

Liz blushed as being caned was a growing fantasy of hers, although she had never been caned. However, Beth’s comment clearly put ideas into both their minds. 

“Maybe if I am naughty,” Liz replied, still blushing and grinning.

Beth got dressed at home and went round to Liz’s house. 

Liz opened the door and was already in her school dress. Beth smiled at the sight of a forty-three-year-old in the school short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with buttons down the front and the white belt. Liz had finished it off with white ankle socks and black shoes.

“Cool,” Beth said with a smile.

“Come in, Miss,” Liz said coyly.

Beth laughed as she walked in and as Liz closed the front door they hugged each other and kissed, their tongues entwining in Liz’s very welcoming mouth. 

Beth gave Liz another kiss before pulling away and saying, “We had better get going, young lady.”

Liz looked coyly at Beth. “Yes, Miss,” she said respectfully and in fact pretty much as though she was a schoolgirl talking to her real teacher. She then picked up the hook ended cane that was on the table and handed it to Beth. “I got this for you, Miss.”

Beth took the cane and swished it a couple of times and looking pointedly at Liz, said in her school teacher’s voice, “You had better behave, young lady, or you’ll be bending over for a caning.”

Liz put her hand to her mouth in feigned horror. “Yes, Miss. I’ll be sure to behave.”

Beth and Liz giggled but both knew Beth would be sure to use the cane sometime on Liz’s bottom, which was exactly why Liz had got the cane in the first place.

They walked towards the house where the party was being held and Beth laughed at the strange looks they got, particularly about Liz’s school dress, and enjoyed the look of embarrassment on Liz’s face as she realised that she wasn’t wearing a coat and people they passed found it funny she was wearing a school dress. 

Beth laughed as she said, “Don’t worry, Liz. They will work out we are going to a fancy dress party.”

“I hope so,” Liz replied, still blushing.

Beth said sternly, “You didn’t address me as Miss. Therefore, when we get home, I am going to smack your legs, young lady.”

Liz gasped but found Beth’s stern voice so erotic, and although it would hurt knew that whenever she got her legs smacked, the two of them made out. “Yes, Miss,” she replied just as they passed a couple of people who heard the exchange and laughed.

“Told you,” Beth said.

“Yes, Miss, you were right,” Liz admitted.

They got to the party house, both feeling very relaxed, walked in and started to mingle with the other guests.

Beth was talking to Emma, a girl her own age who she was friends with at school, and they were joking about the cane Beth was holding and swishing from time to time. Suddenly two guests shrieked out as they pushed each other and Beth saw that the two girls involved were in school uniform and realised one of the girls was Liz.

“What do you think you are doing?” Beth said angrily to Liz.

“Sorry, Miss, I tripped,” Liz said, looking embarrassed.

Beth heard Liz address her respectfully and decided to maintain her stance as the school teacher. “Were you fighting?” she demanded.

“Well, it wasn’t my fault, Miss. I picked up the drink and Judy snatched it from me.”

Beth looked at the other school girl and realised she too was an adult. It looked like it could be fun and so Beth glared sternly at Judy and demanded, “Well, girl, what have you to say?”

Judy was obviously happy to play along as she replied, “Sorry, Miss, it was an accident.”

Beth looked closely at Judy and reckoned she was a similar age to Liz and she was wearing the same school dress as well so she decided to have some more fun, saying sternly, “You will both get a detention for fighting.”

A couple of the other guests called out, “Maybe they should get a caning as well.”

Liz and Judy looked at each other, both blushing, but didn’t raise an objection.

Beth waited a moment before asking Judy, “Do you have a parent or guardian here, girl?”

Judy replied, maintaining her respectful tone, “Yes, Miss.” 

Another guest, Adele, spoke out from a crowd of adults with a smile, “I am her guardian and I agree she should be caned.”

Beth looked at Liz and Judy and, keeping a straight face, ordered, “I agree, so instead of a detention you will each get four strokes of the cane. Go to the dining table and each of you, turn a chair around and get ready to bend over.”

Liz bit her lip as she walked across the room but she was really up for getting caned by Beth and even reckoned that being caned in public would be more of a turn-on than being caned in private back at home. She also knew to follow Beth’s instructions as she was the one in charge of her.

Judy wasn’t so sure until Adele shouted out, “Do as you are told, young missy. I’ll be giving you a spanking when we get home as well.”

There was lots of laughter from those watching as Judy looked at the floor, blushing deeply as she followed Liz’s example and turned a dining chair around and stood looking down at the seat.

Beth ordered, “You will be caned on your bare bottoms, so lift your dresses up and tuck them into the belt and then lower your knickers to your knees.”

Beth looked around as Liz and Judy did as they were told and enjoyed the looks of wonderment on so many of the faces. There was whispering and chatter going on as well but no one tried to stop what was happening.

Liz and Judy soon stood with their knickers around their knees and their bottoms and pussies on show. 

Beth ordered, “Bend over and grab the seat of the chair and place your legs well apart, girls.”

Liz and Judy glanced at each other as they both again did as they were told and bent over, spreading their legs as far apart as the elastic of their knickers would allow.

Beth positioned herself so she could cane both women. Liz was closest but Beth knew it would only take a step to be in position to cane Judy as she tapped the cane on Liz’s bottom to warn her she was about to get her first stroke, pulled the cane back, and landed it right across both her bottom cheeks.

Liz cried out and there were gasps from those watching as the welt quickly developed, but still no one watching objected, and neither did Liz or Judy.

Beth stepped across and tapped Judy’s bare bottom, and a moment later she cried out and a raised red welt that appeared across the middle of her bottom.

Beth stepped back and landed the second stroke just below the first on Liz’s bottom and moments later saw the two welts she had painted across her bottom and listened as she cried out again.

Judy cried out after the second stroke and struggled to keep hold of the chair, and wasn’t enjoying it as much as she had hoped when hatching her plan with Liz to get the cane.

Liz heard the second cry from Judy as the pain swirled around her own bottom and realised that the cane certainly hurt more than a spanking, but she had wanted to feel how much more. Now she knew she was telling herself how the intense pain was harder to deal with than she had expected but hoped it would turn into the same erotic pain she felt after a spanking. So, when the third stroke landed, she didn’t worry about crying out as she was more concerned with dealing with the pain than any feelings of embarrassment about being caned in public.

Beth saw the tears run down Judy’s face as she shrieked after her third stroke. 

Judy stayed in position, although lifted one leg as she clearly found the pain harder to cope with than Liz.

The fourth stroke was followed by Liz’s loudest cry and she was thankful she wasn’t going to get any more as she breathed in and out through clenched teeth and fought back her tears, although she felt one tear dribble down her face. She stood up and rubbed her stinging bottom, suddenly wondering what six or even more strokes might feel like.

Judy howled at her fourth stroke and stood up and started to rub her bottom and jumped from foot to foot. 

Adele called out, “Stop that, young lady, or you and I will go to a bedroom and I will spank your bottom right now.”

Judy kept on rubbing her bottom and said, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, but it really hurts.”

Adele wasn’t happy, though, as she stepped forward and, grabbing Judy by the upper arm, ordered, “I said stop, so let’s go to a bedroom so I can deal with you.”

Judy kept rubbing her bottom as she was led out of the living room by a very annoyed looking Adele.

Beth looked at Liz as she still rubbed her bottom and said sternly, “You are rubbing your bottom too so it looks like you’ve earned a spanking as well, so let’s go, young lady.”

“Sorry, Miss,” Liz replied, but like Judy, she didn’t resist Beth leading her out of the room and upstairs as she loved the way her bottom was stinging and was wondering how much better it would be after she was spanked. At least she was looking forward to afterwards rather than the spanking itself as she was sure the spanking would be particularly painful as she had already been caned.

Beth passed one closed bedroom door and heard Adele telling Judy off, so she led Liz into the next bedroom and closed the door. 

Liz was still rubbing her bottom and looked contritely at Beth.

“Get your dress off, young lady,” Beth ordered.

“Yes, Miss,” Liz replied, unbuttoning her dress, loosening the belt and catching her knickers, pushing them all down to the floor, and then stepped out of her knickers.

“Your bra off as well,” Beth ordered.

Liz was quite used to being naked whenever Beth spanked her and as she slipped her bra down her arms, she watched Beth turn the dressing table chair into the room and sit down.

“Get across my lap, girl,” Beth ordered.

Liz stepped across to Beth, saying, “Yes, Miss.” She was almost eager to get across the teenager’s lap and seconds later had her usual close-up view of the backs of Beth’s upside-down legs and of the floor.

Beth rubbed Liz’s bottom a few times enjoying, in particular, the feel of the raised welts, then she eased her hand down between Liz’s thighs.

Liz readily separated her legs and groaned as Beth ran her fingers along her ever so wet pussy lips.

Beth loved to get Liz aroused before starting to spank her as it heightened her senses whilst making the first spanks even more painful. Moments later Beth landed the first spank on Liz’s near bottom cheek and smiled at the louder gasp than usual, and she didn’t hold back as she spanked Liz’s far bottom cheek and then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks. 

Liz gasped louder and louder as the spanks landed and she was struggling just as she knew she would because of the spanks landing on the cane welts, and she was quickly squirming around on Beth’s lap and crying out and kicking her legs.

Beth kept on spanking Liz, turning her bottom redder and redder and even over Liz’s cries she heard the spanks and cries from the next-door room and knew Adele was giving Judy the promised spanking as well.

Liz cried freely as the spanks continued to land and as she had discovered how much a spanking hurt after a caning, she wondered if she would ever want to be caned again, but reckoned she would.

Liz’s acceptance of being caned was confirmed once Beth stopped spanking her and proceeded to rub her bottom and ease her hand down between her thighs, running her fingers along her very wet pussy lips, and she cried out in ecstatic orgasm after just a few moments.

Beth let Liz settle down again before ordering, “Get off my lap and get onto the bed, young lady.”

Liz was still crying as she eased herself up and quickly rubbed her bottom as she lay on the bed.

Beth undressed, watched by a crying and wet-eyed Liz and once naked she joined Liz on the bed and quickly drew Liz in closely. They kissed and caressed each other, sucking and licking the other's taut nipples, their fingers running along the other's pussy lips, edging inside and enjoying the sounds of the other sliding towards orgasm as they both took the same path. 

The final erotic gasps each made at the other's beckoning were loud and intense until they both subsided into delightful blissful kissing and cuddling and seductive whispers.

Beth was dreamily happy but knew they should get back downstairs. “We had better get dressed,” she ordered, smiling.

They both got dressed, still eying the other and promising themselves they would make love again before they separated tonight.

“Let’s go then, Liz,” Beth ordered, adding, “Make sure I don’t need to use that cane on you again.”

Liz definitely didn’t want another caning tonight, and said a contrite, “Yes, Miss, I will behave for sure.”

Even so, Beth could not resist giving Liz a smack on her bottom as they went out into the corridor and made their way downstairs. 

Once back in the living room they saw Adele and Judy across the room. Judy was rubbing her bottom still as they went up to them, and Beth was aware that Liz had been rubbing her bottom ever since they had left the bedroom.

“Be careful, you two,” Beth threatened with a smile.

Another woman who Beth judged was in her early thirties came over. “Hi, I’m Diane. I must say that you used that cane like a pro,” she said with a smile. 

Beth smiled back, saying, “She deserved it and so it had to be hard.”

Diane then asked, “How come you handled it so well at your age?”

“I might only be nineteen-years-old but I can handle lots of things,” Beth replied mischievously.

“Mind if I hold the cane?” Diane asked, blushing.

“Have you been naughty?” Beth asked suggestively.

“I guess,” Diane answered. “Fancy giving me a few strokes?”

Beth was wide-eyed at the discovery that someone else at the party wanted to be caned. However, she was happy dealing with Liz and didn’t need to start disciplining anyone else, so she looked over at Emma who had been listening in to the conversation and asked, “Fancy giving Diane the cane, Emma?”

“Sure thing,” she said enthusiastically.

“Oh, but I asked you,” Diane replied, shocked at her request being handed to someone else.

Beth replied sternly, “Do as you are told, my girl. If you need to be caned then it shouldn’t be your choice who does it.” 

“That makes sense, I guess,” Diane replied, blushing but clearly enjoying the put-down.

“Follow me,” Emma ordered and pointed across the room to one of the chairs Liz and Judy had used.

Beth and Liz smiled as they watched Emma order Diane to lift her dress and lower her knickers and kept smiling as the first stroke was given and Diane cried out.

Beth leaned towards Liz and said, “Don’t forget I have to smack your legs when we get back to yours.”

Liz was brought back to the present with a jolt. She had forgotten but replied, “Yes, Miss. I know,” and remembered she was definitely going to make love again tonight with her so sexy and very dominant partner.