Being an all-girls school crushes were commonplace and thought completely innocent. Most girls grew out of them by the sixth form when the boys’ and girls’ schools joined together and classes were mixed. During her years at university Sophie went out on a few dates but nothing really came of them. Sophie was mad on horses and much of her time was spent at the stables or attending equestrian events.
Next came teacher-training college, followed by a job and before she knew it Sophie was thirty-eight years old and had not got around to meeting anyone she wanted to settle down with.
Sophie would dress conservatively but with style. Being petite she would get away with wearing pinafores, fitted skirts and tight sweaters. She would never wear jeans but had a few pairs of trousers, which she knew fitted well around her pert bottom. Sophie looked the part of a teacher.
Today, Sophie was in turmoil. After meeting the lovely Pippa and dishing out her first spanking her state of arousal would not subside. Nothing intimate had happened after the spanking; Pippa simply got dressed, gave Sophie a hug, said thank you and left. Sophie desperately wanted to talk to Pippa but they hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers.
Sophie couldn’t shake off the image of Pippa’s glowing bottom covered by thin cotton panties with the gusset stretched over her swollen pudenda. Should she have pulled those knickers down?
Sophie’s mind, and her fingers, had been working overtime during the last twenty-four hours. She had imagined gently kissing the beautiful bottom, and her sex through the gusset before tracing her tongue along the moist line. Another time she imagined pulling the panties down and parting the red cheeks before tasting the tangy little anus she imagined being hidden. She couldn’t find anything dirty about Pippa.
Sophie pulled down her panties and looked at her bottom in the mirror. Her mother had certainly done a thorough job with the tawse yesterday. As she traced her fingers along the ridges, which came to an abrupt end where the tips of the tails bit, she realised that yesterday’s strapping from her mother was not going to be a one-off. Rather than satisfy her curiosity it had just increased her craving. How could she tell her mother? When she was eighteen, it was easy and seemed natural for her mother to punish her, but now it was just... well...it was just weird. Perhaps if she found Pippa again she would be happy to play.
Repositioning herself, Sophie was able to see the reflection of her vulva and patted it gently with her fingers. The continual masturbation had left her a little raw and she made a mental note to show some restraint for the next day or two.
A curious idea crossed Sophie’s mind and she found herself rummaging in the attic; sifting through boxes of old clothes, photographs and sports equipment until she returned downstairs with her arms full. She had quite a bounty; her leather riding crop and three foot long dressage whip were the items she went looking for but other items had caught her eye. She found her old school skirt, white socks, several pairs of bottle-green gym knickers, an abacus, a game of snakes and ladders, a box of little metal bull-dog clips and a length of cloth covered flex which she removed from an old iron.
Sophie swished the riding crop through the air and coughed as the dust caught the back of her throat. The sound of the dressage whip was very different; more like a whistle. Taking a damp cloth to crop she removed the dust and with some wax furniture polish she brought the leather tab at the business end up like new.
Curiosity kicked in again and Sophie sat with her legs spread on a low stool in front of the mirror. Placing her fingers in the legs of her panties she spread her lips so that her engorged clitoris came into contact with the cotton. With the tip of her finger she confirmed that all was symmetrical before whipping the leather spanker of the crop down as hard as she could on her gusset; her aim was perfect and the leather spanker landed square on her clit. Taking a deep breath she managed another two swats before rolling off the stool with her hand cupped over her bruised pussy.
The rest of the evening was spent with the Sunday night ritual of getting ready for the week. While washing dishes and ironing Sophie couldn’t resist the urge to stick her hands down the back of her panties to check on her welts or pinch her clit through the cotton of her gusset to keep the painful throb going.
After a good night’s sleep Sophie showered and got dressed for work. Over breakfast she decided that just before leaving the house she would take a couple more swats on her vulva with the crop. Through her panties and opaque tights the crop felt no less painful but the sensation was different a duller pain which seemed to last longer as it spread through her puffy sex. With no time to stop to examine herself Sophie left for school; aroused.
There seemed to be a bit of a commotion going on in the staff-room. All the male teachers who would normally be sitting drinking coffee and delaying facing their classes were chatting away enthusiastically. At first she couldn’t see what the interest was and then almost jumped for joy as she saw they were gathered round the new PE Teacher who was sporting a beautiful blond bob.
Sophie and Pippa grinned at each other across the staffroom but there was no way they would manage to get past the gallant male teachers offering their services so they went off to take their classes. All day they kept missing each other until Sophie finally tracked Pippa down while she was putting equipment away in the storeroom by the gym.
Sophie, who was dressed in a smart suit and heels, stood a good few inches taller than Pippa who was in a netball skirt and plimsolls. They looked more like teacher and pupil than two thirty something year old teachers.
“How is your bottom today? Sophie asked.
Pippa flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties aside to show her slightly pink cheek. “No harm done... See.”
“More to the point, how is yours? It was a real state when I saw you in the shower at the gym.”
“It’s not my bottom...” Sophie muttered under her breath.
“Oh! Do tell?”
Pippa was intrigued and grinned excitedly as Sophie told her she had become so excited by the spanking that she couldn’t stop rubbing herself and was now feeling slightly raw. She didn’t admit to her little self inflicted punishment with the crop.
“Me too!” exclaimed Pippa as she pulled her gusset aside to show Sophie.
Pippa was clean-shaven. All Sophie could see was a smooth mound with narrow lips concealing Pippa’s charms.
Sensing Sophie’s slight look of disappointment Pippa smiled, parted her legs and, with a little help from her fingers, her lips peeled open to reveal her moist wet petals.
As soon as Sophie said, “Would you like me to kiss it better?” she regretted sounding so tacky.
Pippa locked the storeroom door and Sophie kicked her shoes off.
After simultaneously licking each other to climax the two ladies lay on their sides gently kissing and inhaling each other’s scent.
Sophie felt like a teenager as she walked home from school that Monday; delighted to have a new friend. Arriving home she noticed her mother’s car in the driveway.
“You’re late today sweetie?” her mother said as she gave her a peck on the cheek.
“You know how it is Mum, busy, busy,” she lied.
Sophie was aware of the riding crops and panties which she had left on the coffee table and was desperately trying to come up with a reason for their presence before her mother asked. She could just say she was having a clear out but how would she explain the flex she had cut from the iron and the box of bull-dog clips?
After they had sat down to a cup of tea Celia started quizzing her daughter. “I thought you would have called or popped round yesterday. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine Mummy. I was just getting caught up with housework and stuff”
Celia could always tell when her daughter was lying or hiding something. “I have some arnica cream for you; it does wonders for bruises.