Penny had opened the email from Miss Anders on her phone, but couldn’t read the attachment there and had to wait till she got home from work to view it on her computer. The anticipation was killing her as she’d never gotten an email from the woman before, and getting one now could only mean one thing.
Finally, at home, and her daughter, Christy, fed and bathed, she was in the den in her loose pajamas logging into her email account. The subject line, ‘Notice to Appear,’ had her bottom itching all afternoon, remembering her time in Miss Ander’s office and across her knee as the most fantastic sexual experience she’d ever had.
She involuntarily licked her lips as she double-clicked the PDF attachment.
Yvonne N. Anders School For Girls
NOTICE TO APPEAR
Penelope Nichols
The aforementioned student, Penelope Nichols, is hereby served this ‘Notice to Appear’ before the Principal, Yvonne Anders, for the purpose of addressing the accusation of inappropriate behavior at the Y.N.A.S. Parents’ Night function. Miss Nichols will be given the opportunity to defend her actions regarding the use of a punishment implement on a member of the school’s staff. Miss Anders will consider the defense offered and decide on a course of action, including the possibility of imposing appropriate discipline. If Miss Nichols is cleared of all wrongdoing, she’ll be free to leave with no record of the accusation remaining. However, if Miss Nichols is found to have committed the act she is accused of, appropriate punishment will be administered immediately upon such adjudication. The student is expected to arrive prepared for either outcome.*
Date: Friday, November 10
Time: 6:00 PM
Location: Office of Principal, Yvonne Anders
(*Failure to appear will be considered an admission of guilt and enhanced punishment will be administered at the first opportunity. Enhanced punishment will involve increasing the duration and/or the severity of the punishment imposed.)
Signed: Yvonne N. Anders, Principal
Penny read the document several times, getting more aroused with each pass. Her breathing became erratic, and with one hand rubbing and squeezing her ass in anticipation of what she hoped would be an even longer, harder spanking, and her other hand on her pussy, she came quickly, her body twitching as she sat at her desk.
The climax did nothing to diminish her anticipation or arousal. It had been close to a week since her meeting with Miss Anders, and she’d thought of little else since. The memory of the spanking she’d gotten as a student, which had always remained in the back of her mind, was now replaced with this newer instance, so much more in line with the fantasies she had even as a student.
Her clueless husband had never caught on to the telltale hints she offered for what she wanted him to do to her, and even after asking him for it outright, he’d acted like she’d just asked him to beat her. That was the beginning of the end with him, and good riddance to a man who was neither a good lover nor father to Christy.
In the years since, her sexual play was a solo performance using Lush Stories and The Spanking Tube for motivation, and she found herself leaning more towards women. A little experimentation in the couple of years of college she didn’t finish was enough of a foundation to get past what might otherwise be reluctance to be with a woman. Not that she’d actually done anything about it, but the first F/F spanking story she’d read was the catalyst that piqued her interest in that sort of play, resulting in her pursuing Miss Anders as she had.
“Oh God!” she said aloud, hoping Christy was sleeping and didn’t hear it, but how was she going to get through the next couple of days before she complied with the ‘Notice to Appear’?
She read the document several times over, the phrase, ‘… possibility of imposing appropriate discipline’ getting her wetter with each reading. And, ‘Enhanced punishment will involve increasing the duration and/or the severity of the punishment imposed,’ had her considering intentionally failing, assuming that would ensure the use of the paddle. She reconsidered, though, as an actual failure to appear might be seen as disinterest, and interest was not something she was lacking.
Rubbing herself was no longer enough, and she stood up from her small computer desk, wishing she could bend over it as she had with Miss Ander’s large executive desk. Instead, she went to the kitchen, doused the lights, and bent over the table with her hand clutching the opposite edge.
“Yes, Miss Anders!” she said, “You’re right! I deserve a good, hard spanking on my bare bottom!”
Reaching back, she yanked her PJ shorts down and let them fall to her ankles. Her grip back on the edge of the table, she tried to imagine Miss Anders’ hand applied vigorously to her naked ass, but needed something more to bridge that gap.
She glanced around the kitchen, trying to decide on a suitable implement, and went to the drawer of cooking utensils. She considered a large spatula, but being metal, she put it down. Rummaging through the drawer, she came upon a wooden spoon that was so large she’d never actually found a use for it, but with a smile, she decided that had changed when she experimentally tapped it on her bare cheek.
Returning to the table, she put herself back in position and held on while reaching back to apply some playful swats to her needy bottom. Still not enough, she wound up and gave herself three good smacks on the top of her right cheek.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped with the loud report of the spoon properly applied, and worried again that her daughter might hear her.
Standing again, she wasn’t going to give up but tried to figure out where she could continue. The door to the garage caught her eye, and she scurried through it. Like many garages where there’s actually no room for a car, hers was strewn with all kinds of neglected or forgotten ‘stuff.’
There was no table or chairs, but an old stool looked promising. She tried bending over it but found it too unsteady. She grabbed a large plastic storage tote and stacked it upon another, bringing it to the perfect height. After going back to close the door, she bent her semi-naked body over the short side of the boxes. Tapping the spoon on her right cheek to get her aim right, she gritted her teeth and let loose with a barrage of a dozen swats, each harder than the last.
“Oh, Miss Anders! I’m so sorry!” she cried as she smacked her needy bottom mercilessly.
Her left arm dangled from her side with nowhere else to put it on the small ‘desk’ she’d created, but it soon found its way between her legs. Her fingers clawed at the swollen, wet lips while the sting in her bottom grew in proportion. The harder she spanked, the rougher she molested her poor innocent pussy until she came with a loud cry, and still the spoon beat her bottom in time to the spasms wracking her body.
“Oh my God,” she whispered as she stood up, her body still quaking with the exciting result of her self-spanking.
Back in the kitchen, she twisted to see what she’d done to her bottom, but could only see a side view that revealed nothing. Picking up her PJ bottoms, she put them back on and headed for her bathroom, where a mirror would reveal the damage done.
“Mommy? What was that noise?” Christy said, rubbing her eyes in the hallway just outside her bedroom.
“It was nothing, honey. I thought I heard something in the garage, and I stubbed my toe on one of those stupid totes! It’s okay. Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” she said, kissing her forehead.
She walked away laughing inside, thankful that she’d managed to keep relatively quiet until the end. In her bathroom, she was disappointed to see only two pink circles on the tops of her cheeks and promised to do better next time.
This would be only the second time with the Principal, but she already wondered how often they would get together. Miss Anders had asked if she was okay meeting outside of school activities, and she hadn’t answered as positively as she would have liked, saying she liked the setting of her office. She imagined that was the reason for the scenario Yvonne had invented, but she’d make sure to show more interest in out-of-school dates when they were together.
She went to bed and to sleep, still wondering how she’d make it through two more days until her Friday date with Miss Ander’s hand and possibly the paddle. ‘To sleep, perchance to dream,’ she thought, the phrase coming from some old play she didn’t remember. And dream she did …
“Hello, Miss Nichols to see Miss Anders,” she said to the receptionist at the front desk. They took no notice of her slutty porn-style schoolgirl uniform; the skirt hid nothing of her naked bottom, and a tight, cropped blouse whose buttons strained to contain braless tits much larger than hers.
“Yes, Miss Nichols. She’s expecting you. Go right in!” the woman said with a disdainful look and opened the half-door to let her in.
Each staff member regarded her with equal contempt as she walked the corridor toward her fate. They whispered to each other as she passed each office. ‘I’m glad I’m not her!’ ‘She has no idea what she’s in for!’ ‘Her butt won’t be that creamy white when she leaves!’ The corridor and comments seemed to go on forever.
“Come in, Miss Nichols,” the Principal said.”You know what to do!”
“Shouldn’t I close the door?”
“No! My dedicated staff won’t be able to hear!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied and went to bend over the desk.
“No! You know you’re supposed to remove all your clothes! Do it now!” she scolded as she reached into her drawer to retrieve the paddle.
Penny removed her skirt and top and bent over the desk, her eyes wide at the sight of the paddle. Miss Anders walked around the desk to stand behind her and tapped the paddle on her bottom, each ‘tap’ getting a little harder until …
“Yeow! Oh God, Ma’am! That really hurts!” and “Holy fuck!” when the woman wound up and gave her a swat with the full weight of the heavy paddle behind it.
“Good! Perhaps you’re understanding the seriousness of the situation now! Two hundred swats, young lady! And hold still or there’ll be extras!”
“Two hundred?!? No! Please! Ow! Oww! Oh, fuck! Yeow! Ow! Please! It hurts so OWW! bad! Stop!” she screamed a continuous stream of painful pleas and expletives.
… and then she woke up with her bed a total mess from her apparent thrashing about. The dream, so vivid, returned as a memory that both excited and frightened her. Lying on her side, her hand went to her bottom, surprised to feel the sting she put there herself and wondering if that was the trigger for the dream. She smiled and returned easily to dreamless sleep.
Friday afternoon finally arrived, and while she’d managed to abstain from using the spoon on her bottom again to avoid any lasting marks, her pussy had been rubbed raw more than once the following night as well. She couldn’t recall ever anticipating anything so strongly since her marriage to the witless wonder she was now thankfully rid of.
On her way home from work, she picked up her dry cleaning, smiling at the sight of the neatly cleaned and pressed school uniform she’d kept from her days at Y.N.A.S. It was a bit tighter than when she’d last worn it as a senior, but she was proud of the fact that it was due to her body filling out in all the right places. The skirt was still short as Yvonne had noted, but she’d made it just a bit shorter still before having it cleaned.
She got home with just under an hour to get dressed. Her excitement was evident, and she was glad she’d had the forethought to have her mother pick Christy up from karate. She went straight to her bedroom and stripped off her work clothes, smiling as she removed the dry cleaner’s plastic from her uniform.
She agonized over the choice of panties. Her initial thought was to wear plain white ones, like those she’d worn in school, both for authenticity and because they covered everything in tight, shape-revealing, white opaque cotton. Trying to decide whether Yvonne would rather see her in a pair of tight sexy bikinis or cheeky panties in black lace, she chose the white ones. She was playing the role of a student, after all,
The white blouse was next, and she loved how the buttons were able to close, but only just. Her more mature tits strained the buttons just enough to be provocative, but not slutty, and fit tightly over her half-cup bra, the semi-translucent fabric revealing the delicate lace. The memory of her dream came unbidden, recalling how her braless breasts were barely contained within the cropped blouse.
With the short, red and black plaid skirt on, she stood in front of the long mirror, turning around to see just a sliver of her white panties showing. She smiled as nearly her whole bottom was visible with the slightest bend forward. She twirled in front of the mirror, giggling as her skirt flew up around her. Facing the mirror again, she pulled the skirt up to see how the panties looked, stretched over her freshly shaven puss, and pulled them up a little tighter to reveal the shape of her petite lips.
Happy with the image she’d present to the principal, she added the other trimmings that would complete the look of a naughty, and slightly sexy schoolgirl. Her hair tied back in a ponytail with a plaid ribbon and the requisite knee socks and black pumps all brought her back to her days as a student and, more fittingly, to the day she’d complied with Miss Anders’s informal notice to appear after class for her very first bare bottom spanking. She couldn’t resist running her hands over her bottom, knowing the next time she did so, it would be stinging and red.
Looking at the clock, she noticed she had only fifteen minutes before she was supposed to be in Yvonne’s office. Her tires screeched as she took off for the school, hoping it would be the usual ten-minute drive to get there, wondering what would happen if she were late. She smiled at the thought as she sat waiting for a traffic light and briefly considered being intentionally late, knowing Yvonne wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to impose some additional punishment as a result. ‘Maybe next time,’ she thought as she took off from the light.
Arriving with only a couple of minutes to spare, she pushed the intercom button at the front door at 5:59. Miss Ander’s voice, directing her in, got her anticipation and nerves going again. ‘Here we go,’ she thought as she dumped her concealing coat on the front desk and walked down the corridor. Knocking on the closed door, she was invited in.
“Hello, Miss Nichols.”
To be continued ...
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Penny's really in for it now, and not entirely sure what 'it' will entail but she'll certainly leave Miss Anders' office with a sore, red bottom! I hope this continuation of 'Policy Change' satisfies those that asked that I write it. More to come! I appreciate all the 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments I can get and ... THANKS FOR READING!!
