Sally was serving in her father's ladies clothes shop when she looked up and was surprised to see Mrs. Brown come into the shop. She wasn't surprised that she came in to look for clothes. The surprise was linked to the memory of Mrs. Brown watching as she was first spanked and then caned by Mrs. Jones, the Headmistress at her school.
Sally was now nineteen-years-old and had left school a few months after the incident. She still remembered it vividly though and had often hoped she would somehow get her revenge. Still, it was two years ago and she had calmed down a lot since then.
Sally enjoyed managing the shop and was always helpful. She dressed the part and today was in a sleeveless white top and summery pink skirt that was not too short so suited both the teenagers who shopped there as well as the grandma brigade.
So with a smile Sally went up to Mrs. Brown and asked, "Can I help you, madam?"
Mrs. Brown didn't seem to recognise Sally and in an offhand tone replied, "Yes please. I am looking for a bra."
Sally remained helpful and after showing Mrs. Brown the selection she walked her to the changing room leaving five bras for her to try on.
Five minutes later Mrs. Brown handed back the five bras saying none fitted. Sally took them and started to put them back on the rack and didn't notice Mrs. Brown looking at more bras before leaving the shop.
As Sally was replacing the bras she was sure something wasn't quite right. She looked at the various hooks and knew there should be six bras on each hook. She saw one rack had only five bras. That rack had the same bras that Mrs. Brown had tried on but in a different colour.
It was one-thirty and Sally closed the shop as she always did to have her lunch. What she also did as she was intrigued was to review the cctv in the shop. She was amazed to find that just as she had suspected Mrs. Brown had taken the missing bra. She put it in her bag and walked out of the shop as Sally was putting the bras she had tried on back on their hooks. It had been a ruse to divert her attention whilst she stole the bra.
Sally knew where Mrs. Brown lived. She had checked it two years earlier and quickly checked again and it was confirmed she was still living there. She also checked and discovered that the Mayor was away for two nights.
So when later on Sally closed the shop for the day she made her way to Mrs. Brown's house. She rang the doorbell and saw the surprise on Mrs. Brown's face when she opened the door.
Sally asked directly, "May I come in please, Mrs. Brown?"
Mrs. Brown was taken aback and stuttered a reply, "Who, erm, are you?"
Sally replied firmly, "I am the manager of the shop and want to talk to you about the bra."
Mrs. Brown looked shocked which was what Sally expected.
Sally saw Mrs. Brown looking out towards the street and said firmly and in a loud voice, "We can discuss it here on the doorstep or inside."
Mrs. Brown stepped back and Sally walked into the house.
"Where is the dining room please?" Sally demanded and when a confused looking Mrs. Brown pointed to the back of the house Sally walked that way, found the dining room, and walked in. She turned as Mrs. Brown followed her in and got straight to the point. "I need you to look at the film on my phone."
Mrs. Brown watched as Sally took out her phone but was blushing and suspected that she knew what was on the film. She blurted out, "I am sorry I took the bra. I don't know why I did it. Please, I will pay you for it and give you some more for yourself. Please."
Sally didn't expect a bribe. "I don't need your bribe, Mrs. Brown. I have come for a completely different reason."
Mrs. Brown looked confused.
Sally reminded her, "I am the schoolgirl who you watched being spanked and caned by Mrs. Jones."
Mrs. Brown gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh dear. I thought you looked familiar." However, now she knew who Sally was it seemed to calm Mrs. Brown down. She repeated, "Look, sweetie, I'll pay for the bra. If you don't want any extra, then that is your choice."
Sally replied directly. "That is not my only choice, Mrs. Brown. I have yet to decide if I am going to go to the police."
That really shook Mrs. Brown. She gasped and in a shocked voice said, " Of you do my husband's career will be over. You mustn't." After a moment she added, "Please."
Sally scoffed. "I have an alternative suggestion."
Mrs. Brown looked hopeful. "Yes, anything. Just tell me."
I saw you rub your own bottom as you walked out of the school. I think you got spanked and caned as well by Mrs. Jones? Is that correct?"
Mrs. Brown looked shocked again. "Yes. That is correct."
Sally wasn't sure but since the incident, she had wondered if that might have been the case so took a chance. Now she knew the answer she continued. "You have been caned since as well?"
Mrs. Brown blushed. "Yes."
Sally pressed, "So you have a cane here at the house?"
Mrs. Brown swallowed hard. "Yes, I do."
Sally kept a firm look on her face as she said, "So here is my alternative to going to the police. You are a thief and need to be disciplined. So my option is to give you a bare bottom spanking just as you saw Mrs. Jones give me. Then I will give you six strokes of the cane. It will all be on your bare bottom.” Sally gave Mrs. Brown a few moments to consider the alternative.
Mrs. Brown nodded her head in agreement but looked close to tears already.
"Does Mrs. Jones still cane you or is it your husband?" Sally was intrigued now she had established the fact that Mrs. Brown was disciplined again..
Mrs. Brown replied, "Not my husband or any man. Just women. Mrs. Jones sometimes but also I submit to strong willed women in authority." After a moment Mrs. Brown added contritely, "Ladies like you, in fact."
Sally kept a straight face but was wondering why Mrs. Brown would want to be caned as it hurt so much and invariably ended in the person being caned crying. Maybe she would find out.
Sally said firmly, "So I will spank you now. First though go and bring me the cane."
Mrs. Brown went upstairs and a few moments later came back holding a hook ended cane and handed it to Sally.
Sally asked, “Mr. Brown doesn’t know you have this?”
Mrs. Brown blushed as she replied, "No as it is deep inside my cupboard and he never goes there." After a moment she asked in a worried tone, "You won't tell him will you?"
Sally replied, " No I will not tell him. You needn't worry about that," adding with a sting, "So long as you follow my instructions and take your whole punishment from me."
Mrs. Brown was quick to reply, "Oh I will for sure."
Sally continued, "I think you need to show me the respect I deserve. While I discipline you, you will address me as Miss. Sally. I will call you Angie which is a shortened version of your first name. I know in public you are called Angela but that is still too formal."
Mrs. Brown replied, "Yes, Miss. Sally."
Sally was now enjoying herself and was looking forward to getting her revenge. Mind you she knew that even if Mrs. Brown hadn't watched her being spanked and caned two years ago she certainly deserved to be spanked and caned now for stealing. It was bound to be a more severe punishment than she would get from a court, but of course this way her husband wouldn’t get to hear about it and get to keep his job.
Sally lied as she said, "I always spank a person when they are naked so get undressed, Angie."
Sally had never spanked anyone but Mrs. Brown wouldn't know that. So Sally smiled as Mrs. Brown undid her blouse and slid it down her arms, folded it, and put it on the dining table. Her bra followed and then so did her skirt and knickers. In just a minute she was naked and stood looking at Sally.
"Put your hands on your head, Angie and think about what you did," Sally ordered.
Sally glared at Mrs. Brown as she stood with her hands on her head and fully naked. Although looking cross she was smiling to herself as she thought that Mrs. Brown didn't look too bad for a woman in her fifties. She had full albeit slightly drooping breasts and bingo wings but her tummy wasn't too flabby and her legs were slim. If she were thirty years younger she would probably fancy her in fact. Maybe she still did, Sally pondered.
Sally turned a chair in to the room pulled her skirt right up to the tops of her thighs and sat down. She wanted Mrs. Brown to lie across her bare thighs. "Get across my lap," she ordered.
Mrs. Brown looked down at Sally's bare thighs and bit her lip as she eased herself down. She was very happy to go across Sally's bare thighs rather than her skirt. She was turned on by being punished by a strong-willed dominant woman and saw Sally as exactly that type. She might be so much younger than herself but that wasn't of any concern. She was attractive and determined so even better than just strong-willed.
Mrs. Brown recalled that it was what she had liked about Mrs. Jones. A woman who knew her own mind and was in a position of authority. She was also very experienced at disciplining people. Well, the schoolgirls mainly of course but Mrs. Brown acknowledged that she certainly had disciplined her very well. Several times in fact. She had not ever thought about Mrs. Jones's age but only her attitude. So she thought the same way about Sally. Well, Miss. Sally to her for now at least.
Once she had lowered her whole weight across Miss. Sally's lap she looked at the back of her legs. She loved to do so as it emphasised how she had accepted the authority of the woman who was going to spank her and she had easily acceded control to Miss. Sally. As she looked at the backs of her legs she felt her palm rubbing her bottom in huge circles. It was what she loved just prior to the spanking.
Sally looked down at Angie's bare bottom as she rubbed in circles. She was a bit nervous now as she was faced with giving her first ever spanking. She had seen countless spankings given by teachers at the front of the class, though. So she supposed she knew pretty much the technique. She just had to make sure she spanked hard enough. So she raised her hand and brought her open palm down smartly on to Angie's bare bottom cheek. She heard the quiet gasp and supposed it was an okay spank. So she gave a harder spank to the other bottom cheek and got a slightly louder gasp from Mrs. Brown.
Sally proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks and saw both cheeks turn a deeper and deeper shade of red, just as the bottoms had done that she watched being spanked. So she was happy enough that she was spanking in the right way.
Whilst she saw Angie's bottom was getting redder as she landed spank after spank Sally wasn't so happy with the lack of loud gasps Angie made. So she landed harder and harder spanks until she saw Angie start to squirm around on her lap. That encouraged her to spank even harder and then the gasps and cries started in earnest. She could tell Angie was getting less and less comfortable.
Angie had found the first spanks too easy to cope with. She was even disappointed as she liked to be spanked rather harder. She supposed she didn't usually enjoy the spanking itself so much but it was the stinging pain that sent her soaring towards an orgasm afterwards. She never quite worked out why but she knew normal sex with her husband never gave her the orgasms she craved. He would get a real high but he thought too much about himself when having sex just as he did when at work. She, on the other hand, craved lovemaking. To her being spanked was that show of love she craved.
The spanks were now getting rather harder Angie realised. That was good and she found herself squirming around on Miss. Sally's lap and then letting out louder and louder gasps. It was getting more painful for sure but also more like what she wanted from a spanking.
Sally saw Angie's bottom was now a delightful red colour and still she kept on spanking. She was actually enjoying it much more than she had expected. She wasn't sure if it was a control thing or just that she was getting her revenge. Whatever it was she rather felt she was getting aroused by having a naked woman across her lap whilst spanking her bottom and legs.
That was when Sally was jolted into remembering she still had to spank Angie's legs.