“Well, Verity, it has been a while.”
“Indeed, Headmistress.” The small stab of annoyance made Lady Vernon shift in her chair. Her name was the one thing she had been glad to leave behind with her school days. But no matter. She was back on a visit and it went with the place.
“May I speculate that your life has been more settled of late? Young lover, perhaps?”
It was useless to resist and the past pupil of almost twenty years gave a wry laugh. “I see that your mind-reading powers have not diminished, Headmistress. And to pre-empt further speculation, I'll add that I have removed myself for a week so that she can concentrate on her exams.”
“So the girl is of a scholastic bent?”
“A quite recent inclination that I did not want to distract her from at this time.”
“I approve, Verity. You have her interests at heart. Now it's our job to find the means of distracting you in your temporarily single state. Starting right now.” She got to her feet and Lady Vernon watched her comb through the batch of canes held in a stand in the corner. Selecting one, she swished it through the air a couple of times. Slender and whippy, its potential impact gave the visitor a frisson of anticipation.
“One of our special girls has an appointment with this beauty. She hasn't been terribly naughty, so it will just be six strokes. But she has such a delicious arse that I'm going to have her bare it for us.”
“Us, Headmistress?”
“She will be delighted to have an enthusiast like yourself witness the event. Ah, and that's her now.”
Lady Vernon was pleased: it was beginning to seem that little had changed since her last visit or, indeed, since her own school days. Though perhaps the survival of such an institution was not, in itself, surprising. Founded on the judicious use of corporal punishment, it was financed entirely by like-minded families of means. And its location in a remote part of the Scottish Highlands, together with the academic excellence of its graduates, had acted to keep outside interference at bay.
All but a small number of girls were chastised when necessary with no more affront to modesty than the raising of the skirt for the cane to be applied to the underwear. Those few exceptions, however, formed part of a 'special' coterie where discipline at the hands of the Headmistress and one or two select members of her staff took on an erotic dimension. And one such pupil was in front of them now, in a white blouse and navy pleated skirt.
“Anya, I'm expecting you to show our guest how a senior girl can take her punishment.”
“I shall try, Miss.”
“Good girl. So give me your knickers, please. Then I'll have you in the usual position.”
Once the garment was handed over, the girl went to an old-style classroom desk against the wall and moved it centre stage. Then she flipped up her short skirt and lowered herself across it, torso facing down the sloping lid. With hands gripping its legs on the far side, she spread her own to form an inverted-V.
Between the globes that were now the high point of the body, the parted lips were visibly wet and Lady Vernon gave a small gasp at her own jab of arousal.
The Headmistress ran the tip of her cane over the slick folds with a smile. “We do like our special girls to be in the mood for a caning, Verity.”
Then she laid the rod carefully an inch above the crease with the thighs and brought it down hard. Like a live thing, it sliced an arc into the meaty buttocks and sprang back in quivering recoil. The instant white line turned red and deepened in colour before their eyes. There was a momentary clenching of cheeks and a sharp intake of breath, then the bottom was thrust out for the next.
It was as stalwart a performance as any Lady Vernon had seen in a long time. Just six strokes, but what must have been the ferocious smart of each was evidenced by the accumulating array of purple welts that burned, one by one, into the pale flesh.
When it was done, the girl lay breathing hard and the Headmistress touched her visitor's arm. “Sterling comportment that deserves the best of aftercare, Verity. And I know she'll be honoured if you would oblige. So I'll leave the pair of you to it.” With that, she headed for the door and was gone.
Lady Vernon moved over to the desk and placed her hands on the bare hips. “My dear girl, you are very brave. Will you allow me to pleasure you after all that pain? Like this, perhaps...” She knelt and nuzzled between the buttocks, savouring the sharp scent of arousal.
Anya turned her head. “Are you a real Lady, um, Miss?”
“Afraid so. And no 'Miss.' Just call me Lady V, okay?”
“So I have a Lady offering to kiss my bottom?” For a moment, she was a schoolgirl on the verge of the giggles, then the eyes were serious. “Yes please, Lady V. I should love you to kiss my poor bottom better...”
It was a poor bottom indeed and the giver of aftercare ran her lips over the hot welted flesh. Then she moved into the cleft and rimmed the tight puckered hole before moving down to the vaginal lips. When she found the clitoral hood with her tongue, Anya responded at once.
“Yes...yes...nnnggg...oh yes...”
Lady Vernon gripped the thighs and thrust her head forward, licking and nibbling and the girl bucked and jerked, emitting a string of shrill cries...
When it was done, the visitor grinned to herself. It was as well the HM's quarters were well soundproofed. For the one so controlled while being caned had yelled fit to bring the roof down in her climax.
Anya emerged from the bathroom and kissed Lady Vernon on the lips. “Thank you, thank you. That was absolutely the best.”
“Glad to be of service, my dear.”
oOo
It took an effort of will to remove the damp pants, wipe herself with them and do nothing more. Other than throw on a loose cotton dress, lace up trainers and head out. Without fresh pants, which would have been coming off again in a very few minutes.
In fact, it was in less than ten that Lady Vernon was up the hillside looking down on the baronial turrets of her old school with its cluster of newer outbuildings. A short climb further opened out a view to the west of a range of peaks foregrounded by a sea loch silvery in the afternoon sun.
And just ahead was the perfect spot. She hitched up the dress and squatted on a mossy ledge with a rock backrest. Then, knees drawn up and spread, she laid a finger on the lips between her thighs. It slid at once into the slippery opening and Lady Vernon shivered with lust. It was just half an hour since she'd been deep into Anya's cunt; now it was time for her own. Though, as she began to lose herself in the rush of sensation, the image in her mind was not of that recent luscious display but of the young lover at home, spreadeagled in abandon on the bed...
She came to at the sound of a snort and a whinny. “Settle down, Silver.” The figure tied her horse to a tree and approached.
“Sorry about that. She's not used to anyone being here. In this spot, you know.”
Lady Vernon got to her feet. At least she'd covered herself before falling into a doze. “Um, this spot?”
The woman grinned at her. “You're not aware that stories about your, shall we say, colourful schooldays still circulate. In particular, your secret place for discreet self-pleasuring in the open air, and now I use it myself. Preserving tradition, you might say.”
For once at a loss for words, the visitor fell back on a question. “And you are?”
“God, how rude of me. Cynthia Meadows, outdoor stuff like sports and horses. Not one of the academic staff. And now, Lady Vernon, come clean. Was it a good one?”
“Lady V, please. And you are certainly blunt, Cynthia.”
“To the point of impertinence, it's often suggested. Before I'm told that what I need is a good spanking.” She pouted with a little wiggle that showed off her almost indecently snug jeans. “So I do carry with me a implement – a Scottish one to boot – in case the speaker decides to act on their words.”
“You know, Cynthia, you've aroused my curiosity.”
With a giggle, the teacher went to her saddlebag and took out a coiled-up strip of leather. “Here you are.” It opened to a bit more than a foot long and its inch and a half width was cut into two tails at the business end. Rather taken with the thing, Lady Vernon whacked it against her palm.
“Mmm. Must confess I've never used one of these. Too fixated on the cane, perhaps. But applied forcefully, this fellow would certainly sting.”
“Well, Lady V, you must try it out. Here and now. But before I offer you my bottom for that purpose, there is one matter to discuss. I understand from the HM that you're expecting, while here, to submit to some quite rigorous discipline. Is that right?”
“Certainly. I was brought up to the cane, reinforced by school days here. And yet in my current situation, there is no one to take me in hand from time to time.” It was odd to be confessing such a thing to this young woman, but under the flighty manner there was a definite edge. To say nothing of a palpable sexual presence.
“Then I have a suggestion. The school has acquired a punishment bench designed to restrain an individual while the judicial tawse is applied to their naked buttocks and thighs. Six dozen strokes should serve to deliver a memorably sound whipping.” Under her gaze, Lady Vernon sat transfixed at the prospect conjured up by Cynthia's words.