Miss Watkins, thirty-three, was sitting in the coffee bar just around the corner from her house when she saw Daniella walk in. She knew she was now eighteen and in her final term at the local sixth-form college for girls. Miss Watkins had been one of Daniella's teachers at the college, at least until she was sacked a few weeks ago. Miss Watkins was immediately reminded that she had been attracted to Daniella, and she always found her so authoritative for a girl her age, with a commanding, 'Do as I say,' voice.  

Miss Watkins smiled to herself as she saw that Daniella was wearing her college summer uniform of a short-sleeved white shirt, open-necked, and a light green skirt. It was summer so she had bare legs but wore white ankle socks and trainers. She also smiled to herself because she realised that, like so many of the girls, whilst at college they had to wear the hem of their skirts no more than an inch above their knees, Daniella had folded the waistband several times, so her hem was now just a couple of inches below her bottom. That would have earned Daniella a detention, if she wore it like that at college.  

Miss Watkins glanced towards Daniella as she stood by the counter and ordered her coffee. She loved girls with bare arms and bare legs, which she found so sexy, and often dressed showing off her own bare arms and legs herself. 

Once Daniella had got her coffee, she looked around for somewhere to sit, and it was then that she saw Miss Watkins. She froze but was delighted to see her as when she had been her teacher, she had such a crush on her. She saw her as being so attractive with her light brown hair, and brown eyes, and today she was wearing a light blue vest top, although she couldn't see what else she was wearing as she was sitting down.  

Daniella wasn't sure whether she should go and sit with Miss Watkins as she knew she had been sacked, unfairly in her view, just a few weeks earlier because of her supposedly inappropriate behaviour in class. She came across as being very strict, and if anyone misbehaved in class, she would go and stand by them, demand they stand up, and once they had, then demand that they bend over and clasp hold of their chair. Once bent over, Miss Watkins would give the girl several albeit light smacks on their skirt-covered bottoms. The smacks never hurt, but were intended to be humiliating, and in that way corrected whatever misbehaviour the student had committed.  

Very few of the girls objected to Miss Watkins doing this in class, and as well as instilling discipline, it was fun to watch others having their bottoms smacked. Equally, there were those girls who did misbehave and disrupt the class, and whilst giving them a detention would be the normal and accepted penalty, making them bend over and have their bottom smacked in front of the class normally quietened them down more effectively, and hence Daniella's view that sacking Miss Watkins for that was unfair. 

As Daniella was thinking about whether she should go and sit with Miss Watkins, it was Miss Watkins who caught her eye and waved for her to come over, smiling as she did so. So, she did go over, and when she got to the table, said with a smile, "Hello, Miss Watkins."  

Miss Watkins was still smiling as she said, "Hello, Daniella. Please do sit down and we can have a chat."  

Daniella decided there was nothing wrong with that, and so did sit down. They then chatted happily for several minutes before Daniella looked serious and said, "It was wrong for you to be sacked just because you made some of us naughty girls bend over and smack our bottoms. It actually did minimise the disruption in the class, which is more marked now that you have gone."  

Miss Watkins was nicely surprised by the comment and said, "That is very nice of you to say so, Daniella." After a few moments, she added, "Mind you, I wouldn't have called you one of the naughty ones."  

Daniella knew that whenever she was asked to bend over to have her bottom smacked, she loved the attention she was getting from Miss Watkins and sometimes even did it on purpose. However, with the comment Miss Watkins made, she asked, "I know I wasn't one of the naughtiest of the girls, but several of my friends said to me that if I was prepared to stand up and bend over and have my bottom smacked, bearing in mind that I was class captain, then none of the others could hardly complain."  

Miss Watkins replied, "I did wonder about that." After a few moments, she smiled and added, "Mind you, given the way you are wearing your skirt at the moment, if I was still your teacher, then I'd have to give you a detention, Otherwise, I could tell you to stand up here, bend over, and grasp hold of the chair, then I could give your bottom several smacks here in the coffee bar." She laughed after she said it, knowing it was a joke.  

Daniella also knew it was a joke and laughed. Then she asked, more seriously, "So, did you do that in class because you were spanked or even caned yourself, and knew the effect it would have?"  

Miss Watkins replied, "Actually, I was never spanked or caned." After a few more moments, she added, almost wistfully, "However, I wasn't the best-behaved girl, and there was one time when I was in the sixth form when I thought one of the teachers, Miss Lewis, had given me two detentions, which would have meant I would be sent to the headmistress during the detention and be caned by her. I was almost disappointed when the head prefect came into the classroom and called out the names of those who had to attend detention that afternoon, and my name wasn't called out. When the head prefect asked if anyone thought they had got a detention, but their name wasn't called out should put their hand up, I did, and the head prefect confirmed my name wasn't on the list. I then glanced towards Miss Lewis, who was teaching the class at that time, and she turned away and smiled as though she knew she hadn't registered the two detentions. I often wondered why she didn't give me those two detentions, and, in a way, I've always regretted not being caned to know what it was like."  

After she had finished speaking, she must have realised just what she had said, and quickly added, "Of course, I don't mean that really, Daniella. After all, who would want to be spanked or caned?"  

Daniella thought she would have some fun with Miss Watkins and replied, "I don't think it's so much about wanting to be spanked or caned. For some, it is actually a need to be spanked and caned, maybe only once, but with the intent of really understanding the effect it would have on them. For some, that would be purely disciplinary, but for others, it might be understanding why they have had feelings in the past of wanting to be spanked or caned, or both, because when they think about it, they actually get sexually excited." 

As she was talking, Daniella focused on Miss Watkins' face and could see that she was deep in thought. Well, if she had meant it as a joke, she wondered whether Miss Watkins was now taking the comment rather more seriously.  

In fact, Miss Watkins was thinking seriously. She knew that whenever she thought about being spanked or caned, flutters flew around her vagina and she had even fingered herself to huge orgasms when lying in bed thinking those thoughts. She even remembered how so often she had pictured in her mind when in bed being spanked and caned specifically by Daniella, and here she was discussing that exact subject.  

Miss Watkins was thinking these thoughts and also thinking, what should she say? She could ask Daniella to give her a spanking and cane today, but that didn't make sense. Mind you, she was no longer Daniella's teacher, and so if she did ask her to spank and cane her, the need for teacher-student distance wouldn't apply. She also asked herself whether Daniella would actually spank and cane her. Why would she, as students don't get to spank and cane their teachers, but, again, she was no longer her teacher so that didn't apply either.  

As she was thinking these thoughts, she heard Daniella ask, "Are your knickers getting wet, Miss Watkins?"  

That question caught Miss Watkins by surprise, and she couldn't stop herself from saying, "Actually, Daniella, they are." Almost immediately she followed that with a laugh, clearly a false laugh, and said, "Of course, I don't mean that, Daniella."  

Daniella was surprised by that but was really enjoying herself and replied, "I think your knickers really are getting wet, and that would mean that you do want to be spanked and caned, maybe only once, but that is in the forefront of your mind. Well, I am certainly up for giving you a spanking and caning, but just need a cane. Have you got one at your house?"  

Miss Watkins was really flummoxed, and not thinking straight as she replied, "I do have one, but, erm, I don't think, as your teacher, that is appropriate."  

Daniella immediately responded, "But you are not my teacher now, are you, Miss Watkins?"  

Miss Watkins was stuttering as she replied, "Well, no I'm not, but..."  

Daniella interrupted Miss Watkins in her usual authoritative tone of voice, "That means we will go back to your house, and I will give you a spanking and the cane to give you the experience that you want. I'll also check when we get there just how damp your knickers are."  

Miss Watkins had started to recover her composure until that very last comment from Daniella because she knew that Daniella was right, so how could she argue against that, she asked herself?  

Daniella saw the quandary in Miss Watkins's face, and said again in her authoritative tone of voice, "It's not a question, Miss Watkins. It's a statement."  

Miss Watkins knew that she shouldn't just agree, because, although no longer Daniella's teacher, she was until just a few weeks ago. However, she knew that, although a teacher, she really did have submissive feelings, and did want to know what it was like to be spanked and caned, and to know whether it would get her as aroused as she imagined it would. What better, in fact, for her, than to be spanked and caned by Daniella, who she had always admired for her authoritative approach to things, and saw her as an alpha female and one who should be obeyed.  

So, thinking those thoughts, she knew that submission was right for her and replied, "Yes, Miss, I do need, I mean want, to be spanked and caned."  

Whilst Daniella had been quite carried away by the thought that she might be able to spank and cane Miss Watkins, she never imagined that the answer would be yes. Yet, here she was, having told Miss Watkins that she was going to spank and cane her, and Miss Watkins had now agreed, and addressed her with respect. Should she just laugh, or should she see it through? She immediately decided to see it through, and so replied, "Right then, let's get going to your house."  

Daniella deliberately did not refer to Miss Watkins by her name, because she could just have used her surname, but felt by not using her name at all it was the middle road.  

Miss Watkins also realised that Daniella had not addressed her with the previous respect, but understood that, and even admired Daniella for that, and so, as soon as they had walked out of the coffee shop, she turned to Daniella and said, "My first name is Sharon."  

Daniella saw that as a further submission by Miss Watkins, and a further acknowledgement by her that she wanted to suffer a spanking and the cane. Therefore, she started to focus on how hard a spanking she should give her former teacher, and how many strokes of the cane. However, she didn't think she should discuss that yet, if at all, and certainly not before they got to Sharon's house.  

What Daniella did say, in her authoritative tone, was, "Lead the way, Sharon."  

Sharon found having to be respectful to Daniella humiliating but exciting at the same time, and then decided it was more exciting than humiliating as she replied, "Yes, Miss, it is just another few doors down."  

As they walked, and chatted, Daniella rather liked the way that she was being addressed as, Miss, and she was addressing her former teacher by her first name. She saw it as transferring control from one to the other, from the former teacher to the former student who was actually still at sixth-form college. It made her smile.  

They arrived really quickly at Sharon's house, and she unlocked the door, stood back to allow Daniella to go in first, and then followed her in. As soon as they were both inside and the door was closed, Miss Watson said, "The cane is upstairs, Miss. Shall I go and get it, Miss?" 

Daniella kept a stern look on her face as she replied, "Yes, Sharon, you do that. I'll go into the living room." Daniella again saw that as her being in control, even though they were in Sharon's house.  

Sharon also saw the need to transfer control to Daniella. Whilst she was now fully up for being spanked and caned, she wanted Daniella to be the responsible adult, even though so much younger than her, and so needed to treat her with that level of respect. She wasn't sure how she would feel when across Daniella's lap, although given that her skirt was still up so high, she did like the idea of her bare tummy lying across Daniella's bare thighs. As she thought about that, her knickers got even wetter.  

Daniella heard Miss Watkins, Sharon, rummage around upstairs and then come back down and into the living room holding a hook-ended cane, which she held out to her without asking how many strokes she was going to get. Again, Daniella saw a truly submissive woman several years older than herself submitting to her.  

Once Daniella took hold of the cane, she ordered, "Turn a dining chair into the room, and then I want your knickers off as well as your skirt." She thought that, as much as she would love Sharon to be naked, she should leave her with her vest top and bra on.  

Sharon thought differently and said, "Please, Miss Daniella, may I take all my clothes off, as that is how I have seen myself being spanked and caned in my fantasies." She knew that was her fantasy, but now the pain would be real, but she still wanted to show her true submission and be naked when disciplined by the fully dressed Miss Daniella.  

Daniella didn't see an issue and so replied, "Yes, get fully naked, Sharon."  

Once Sharon was naked, Daniella wanted to reinforce her control and ordered, "Put your hands on your head until I tell you to get across my lap."  

As Sharon did as she was told, she said, "Yes, Miss."  

Daniella had to admit to being aroused by watching Sharon get undressed. She had never expected to see her former teacher fully in the nude, but when she did, and she had her hands placed on her head, she still saw that Sharon was a very attractive woman, slim but with lovely breasts, and she saw that her nipples were already taut, so another sign of her very willing submission. As she watched Sharon still, Daniella also went and picked up Sharon's knickers and kept a straight face but smiled to herself when she felt how damp they were. 

Sharon did feel embarrassed by being naked, although perhaps it wasn't so strange as she went to the gym, and was often naked when getting changed and after her shower, whilst others were fully clothed. However, when at the gym she was never standing there with her hands on her head knowing she was about to be spanked and caned, which was where the embarrassment came in.  

Daniella savoured the sight for several moments, including Sharon's kissable, taut nipples, and her very lickable Brazilian pussy hair, before going and sitting on the chair that Sharon had turned into the room. She made sure that her skirt was raised right up her thighs, as she wanted to feel Sharon's bare tummy lying across her lap.  

Daniella then pointed to her lap while glaring at Sharon, and said, "Now get across my lap."  

Sharon realised that she was now having mixed emotions. She was worried about the pain that she was going to be suffering, and that she was going to be disciplined by one of her former students. What happens if that got out, she asked herself. On the other hand, she knew she wanted to experience this punishment, and, probably out of all the people she would have wanted to discipline her, Daniella was right there at the top of the list.  

So, moments later, Sharon had lowered herself across Daniella's lap, balancing with her hands on the floor, relishing the fact that she was getting exactly the view that she had imagined. She saw Daniella's bare upside down legs inches from her face, and her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. When she felt Danielle's hand rubbing her bottom in circles, she gasped, but was also relishing the feeling of a lack of control, presumably like the students did when they were sent to the headmistress to be caned. The whole sensation was what she had imagined, but actually, now she was there, was even better than what she had imagined. Well, she supposed the reality was intended to be, for better or for worse, and now, thinking about the worst, she had to face how well she would cope with the spanking and caning she was going to get.  

Daniella kept the stern look on her face, but she was certainly excited as she watched a naked Sharon come and stand by her side, and then lower herself across her up. She would so love to have caressed Sharon's breasts and squeezed her taut nipples, but maybe later, she thought to herself. First, she was going to focus on giving Sharon a stinging bottom.  

Moments later, Sharon felt the first spank land on her bottom, followed by spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks. She knew this was the method of giving a spanking, but only because she had read up about it on the Internet, as she had never actually experienced receiving a spanking herself, nor seen anyone else being spanked in real life. Now, she was the one being spanked, and she could feel how the stinging intensified as the spanks continued to land. She even saw how Daniella's calf muscles tensed, showing that she was certainly trying to make the spanks hard ones, and, she had to admit that they were hard. They also kept going, without any breaks for her to recover, which further intensified the stinging pain.  

Daniella was enjoying watching Sharon's bottom cheeks surrender to her hand each time each spank landed, and also how both bottom cheeks were turning darker and darker shades of red. Whilst she had never been spanked herself, friends of hers had been, and they explained, in quite some detail, how the spanking started with spanks landing on alternate bottom cheeks, then changed to several spanks on the same bottom cheek and then several spanks on the other bottom cheek, even at times being spanked on the same spot on the same bottom cheek several times and then being spanked on another spot on the other bottom cheek several times. Well, she remembered all of that and knew the only thing she had to decide was when to change from one to the other.  

Sharon had read that it was not unusual for the eyes of the person being spanked to fill with tears, which blurred their vision. It actually happened to her eyes sooner than she had thought it would, bearing in mind she was being spanked by a girl who was just eighteen. However, it did help that she knew she could do nothing about it, which was all part of that loss of control that got her so excited. For her, this was so different from the control that she had when standing at the front of the classroom, and somehow this was better than that, even with the pain. Actually, she told herself this was better because of the pain and the lack of control going together, as well as everything being upside down with her bottom perched on Miss Daniella's lap, unprotected, and there for the sole purpose of being spanked, with Miss Daniella deciding how long she would be spanked for, and how hard she would be spanked.  

Sharon was struggling rather more than she had expected, but did register when Miss Daniella started to land spank after spank on the same bottom cheek and then do the same to the other bottom cheek, and that she also at times focused on spanking the same spot on the same bottom cheek several times in a row, and then doing the same to the other bottom cheek. She supposed that she was pleased that Miss Daniella was giving her a proper spanking, but then, supposed she expected nothing less from her former student, who she knew was conscientious about everything that she did.  

The descriptions that Daniella had been given by her friends were almost all about spanks landing on her friend's bottom cheeks. One friend said, though, that several dozen spanks had landed on the backs of her legs. She said that hurt her even more than the spanks landing on her bottom cheeks. Remembering that, Daniella saw no reason why she shouldn't do that to Sharon, and proceeded to. The reaction was better than she had expected, with the gasps that Sharon was making were even louder, and the way that she tensed her legs and even her arms, and shook her head. Still, perhaps as a show of obedience, Sharon stayed in place across her lap and made no attempt to force herself up, because, had she tried to do that, she would have let her get up.  

Once happy with how red she had turned both bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs, Daniella decided she had spanked her former teacher enough and, looking at the back of her head, and actually realising that Sharon was sobbing, she ordered, "Right, stand up and then bend over and clasp hold of the seat of the chair, so I can give you the cane."  

Sharon registered that the spanks had stopped, and heard the very firm instruction to get up and prepare herself to be caned. Well, she had found the spanking hard enough to cope with, and she was now sure that she would find being caned far more difficult. However, she knew plenty of former students had been caned, and whilst each and every one came out of the headmistresses' study with tears in her eyes, rubbing her bottom, and finding it difficult to sit back down on the hard seats, she still saw it as something that she wanted to experience. She had already told herself that, as painful as the spanking had been, she definitely wanted to be spanked again, and now wondered whether she would feel the same about the cane.  

Daniella watched as Sharon pushed herself up from her lap, looked at her breasts, saw that her nipples were still taut, and registered the glistening sex juice on her Brazilian hair mound. Well, once again, that showed her former teacher was definitely aroused by being spanked, although she also realised that her own knickers were also damp.  

As soon as Sharon saw Miss Daniella stand up, through her albeit blurred vision, she obediently bent down and clasped hold of each side of the chair, parting her legs as she had seen those on the Internet do. She also recalled those women generally smiling very shortly after being caned, even though their bottoms had thick welts painted across them, and she wondered whether she would be the same. She certainly wasn't sure about that given the way that her bottom was already stinging, but, once again, remembered the former students who she had sent to the headmistress to be caned when running the detention class, and whilst they always were red-eyed afterwards, they were chatting happily to their classmates as soon as the detention was over, often just minutes later.  

Daniella smiled as Sharon bent over and presented her already red bottom. She also liked the fact that her breasts hung down and knew that they would sway as she landed the cane across her bottom cheeks. Well, that was something that the headmistress wouldn't see when she caned the students at college, so that was another plus for her today.  

So, still smiling, Daniella positioned herself and rubbed the cane from side to side across Sharon's bottom. She had never caned anyone before, but knew that it had to hurt, so pulled her arm back brought the cane back down with quite some force, and watched as it bit into Sharon's bottom. Immediately, she heard Sharon's rather louder gasp, but also that she noticeably held onto the seat of the chair, although perhaps struggled a little bit to do so. Nevertheless, that told her that the cane stroke wasn't too hard and that maybe she would try an even harder stroke. She did, and whilst Sharon gasped even louder, and she could make out a tear dribbling down her face, she saw that Sharon again held on to the chair and stayed in position, so she was happy that she was caning her former teacher hard enough. Landing more strokes, with a similar amount of strength, got the same result, and still Sharon stayed in position.  

As expected, Sharon felt that the pain from each stroke of the cane was far greater than when she was spanked. As each stroke landed, so she knew she was gasping louder and louder. The stinging got worse and worse, but of course, she realised that the spanking and the caning were on her bare bottom whereas the girls at college at least had some protection from their skirts, and even their knickers, and of course only got the cane and weren't spanked first. She was also conscious of the fact that she had already received more than six strokes, and now she knew that she was shaking her head with each stroke, gasping for breath, hissing in and out through clenched teeth, but still understood and accepted that she had no control over the number of strokes. After all, this wasn't an official caning at college, but one that she had asked for, and realised was still making her excited. 

Daniella knew that she hadn't told Sharon how many strokes of the cane she would give her, just as she hadn't told her how long she would spank her for. She saw this as being a different punishment to what the girls got at college because they had earned the cane from the headmistress, normally for getting two detentions in the same week. So, by not telling Sharon, she thought this would make the punishment even more memorable and perhaps even more exciting for her than she had originally thought.  

Daniella saw the nine thick red welts that she had already painted across Sharon's red bottom. She landed the tenth stroke, and once again, as it bit into her bottom cheeks, so Sharon threw her head back and gasped because of the pain, but once again clasped hold of the seat of the chair and stayed in position. The same happened with the eleventh and twelfth strokes.  

Sharon realised that she hadn't actually counted the number of strokes, because it wasn't until several of them had landed that she realised that she didn't know the number of strokes that she was going to be given. Once she had thought about that, she knew that she was well beyond six strokes, but as much as the pain was real agony for her to cope with, this was countered by the excitement of the loss of control she had over what was happening to her. More and more, she realised that she was a submissive and relished handing control to someone else, in this case, Miss Daniella, who, after all, she certainly had a crush on when she was a student of hers, but couldn't say anything then. Now, she loved the fact that Miss Daniella was controlling her, and, quite clearly, was very good at it.  

Sharon also now understood that being submissive was not just exciting because of the submission to punishment. She knew that embarrassment and humiliation also turned her on, and was so glad that she was naked whilst Miss Daniella was fully clothed.  

Daniella knew that she had now landed sixteen strokes of the cane and decided that eighteen was the total that she would give Sharon. She made sure that the seventeenth stroke was the hardest one so far, and was rewarded with a yelp from Sharon, who was now crying uncontrollably. Then she landed the eighteenth stroke, and again watched Sharon struggle to keep a hold of the seat of the chair, but succeeded.  

Throughout the caning, Daniella had enjoyed the reaction to each stroke that Sharon made, and above all, the obedience of staying in place. She knew that must be so different from being a teacher in charge of a class at college, but supposed that this was the true Sharon. She then wondered whether this was the true Daniella, being in charge, dishing out discipline, and controlling people. Well, she certainly saw herself as an alpha female, and someone who expected to rise to a senior position when she started work. So, maybe that was why she was able to spank and cane Sharon so very hard.  

Sharon realised that the caning had stopped, hopefully, more than just for a few moments. She opened her eyes and looked at the floor behind her given she was still bent over and clasping hold of the chair, but could only see the blurred image of Miss Daniella's legs; they had clearly changed position, so maybe that did mean the caning was over. However, she knew she wanted to remain obedient to the end, so stayed bent over, although she couldn't stop herself from crying. She loved that fact, though.  

After leaving Sharon bent over for several more moments, Daniella then said, sternly, "Okay, Sharon, you can get up now. Stand and face me, and put your hands on your head so you do not rub your bottom."  

Daniella knew from the friends of hers who had been caned, how they each wanted to rub their knicker and skirt-covered bottoms to try and quell the stinging pain, and whilst it never did help in reality, they felt psychologically it did. Daniella decided she didn't want to give Sharon that psychological help just yet.  

Sharon heard the instruction and did what she was told, and moments later had managed to push herself up so she was standing, and she turned and immediately put her hands on her head. As she did so, she knew that what she really wanted to do was rub her bottom, which was stinging so much. She thought she could also use her hands to wipe away the tears from her face. However, remaining obedient, she kept her hands firmly clasped on top of her head, and waited for Miss Daniella to give her further instructions. She was looking at her just then, although her eyes were still full of tears, and she only saw the blurred image.  

As she stood there, Sharon realised that although she wasn't able to rub her bottom, the stinging was quite sensational, and she felt quivers flying around her vagina as she was getting more and more excited. She was pretty sure that her nipples would be taut, and maybe even her sex juice would be dribbling down her inner thighs. She remembered, when looking on the Internet, how it was common for those who wanted to be spanked and caned to go to the toilets afterwards and finger themselves to huge orgasms. Well, she could understand why that would be the case, given how she was feeling just then.  

Sharon was also telling herself that, as she was so aroused because of the pain, it must make sense for her to be spanked and caned again. Maybe many, many times, in fact, by a woman who she wanted to be submissive to. She even wondered whether Miss Daniella could be that woman, even though she was just eighteen at the moment, so much younger than the thirty-three that she was. Still, she knew no one was ever too old to be spanked, nor was she too old to be totally submissive to a woman of eighteen. 

Daniella enjoyed looking at the still fully naked Sharon, standing there with her hands on her head and still being obedient and submissive. She loved the way that Sharon was sniffing back tears with her smudged makeup, and wondered what she was thinking. Most likely, thinking about being spanked and caned again in the future, and, if that was the case, then she knew that she could come here again and give her another spanking and caning. She would be up for that.  

Daniella left Sharon for several minutes, and recognised that she had stopped sniffing back tears, at least persistently, although there was still the odd sob, and then said, "Okay, Sharon, you can put your hands down now. Your punishment is over."  

Sharon was still excited as she lowered her hands, and she clasped her still stinging bottom cheeks. What she also wanted to do was run her fingers along what she knew were her very wet pussy lips, and give herself what she knew would be a huge orgasm. However, she also knew that she needed to thank Miss Daniella for spanking and caning her, and as the dominant person here, she should be thanked.  

So, Sharon sniffed back one more tear and then said, "Can I please say thank you, Miss Daniella, for giving me such a good spanking and caning. It has got me so excited, and told me, without a doubt, that I need this to happen to me again."  

Daniella replied, "I can understand your need, and, yes, I accept your thanks."  

Sharon replied quickly, "I didn't mean just to say thank you, Miss Daniella, but to show my thanks in a much more sexual way."  

Daniella was intrigued by what Sharon was saying and so replied, "Please do."  

Sharon went over to Daniella, and said, "If you would please sit back down on the chair, Miss Daniella, and remove your knickers and your skirt and part your legs, that is how I would love to say thank you to you."  

Daniella knew exactly what that meant, and was excited, because she had so often lay in bed thinking about exactly that being done to her when Miss Watkins was her teacher at college. So, she immediately did as she was asked, and moments later was sitting on the chair with her legs parted and enjoying Sharon kissing her inner thighs, working her way right up to her already damp pussy lips, licking and sucking and edging her fingers inside her vagina, flicking her clit, and reaching the huge orgasm she had always imagined being given by her former teacher. In fact, the reality was far better than the fantasy, Daniella told herself.  

Sharon was delighted that she had given Miss Daniella such a great orgasm and sat back and watched her recover, deciding she should still sit on the floor being her place as the submissive. Even once Miss Daniella had recovered, and opened her eyes, Sharon stayed on the floor, smiling up at her, with the respect she knew that every submissive should give to the Dom in her life.  

Daniella came back down to earth, at least that was how it felt to her, and then, looking at Sharon still sitting on the floor, leaned forward and cupped one of Sharon's breasts, loving the soft feel of it, lightly squeezing her taut nipple, and then asked with a smile, "So, do you want to swap seats, Sharon?"  

Sharon gave a broad smile and replied, "Yes please, Miss Daniella."  

Moments later, and the still naked Sharon was sitting on the chair with her legs spread apart, relishing how Miss Daniella was licking and kissing and sucking her damp pussy lips, easing her fingers into her vagina, flicking her clit, and within moments she exploded into a huge orgasm, with her erotic gasps filling the room.  

This time, it was Daniella who enjoyed watching Sharon recover, although, to be fair, she thought she shouldn't remain on the floor and stood up, and when she did, she once again caressed Sharon's breasts without asking because right then she was the one in charge and so could do what she liked with her submissive.  

Once Sharon had recovered, so Daniella made her stand up and led her to the sofa where they both sat down, with Daniella giving Sharon such a loving hug, which she could tell Sharon really enjoyed.  

As they sat there, both enjoying the closeness, they both had similar, albeit opposite, thoughts.  

Daniella was really up for coming back in a few days time and spanking and caning Sharon again. Maybe even doing the same every few days.  

Sharon, though, had a wishful desire for Miss Daniella to come and stay with her, and she would do everything that a submissive should do for her Dom, and allow her Dom to do whatever she wanted to do with her submissive. She knew now that giving up total control to a Dom who loved her was her ultimate aim in life, being controlled, even embarrassed and humiliated in front of others, but accepting everything, and enjoying that type of life forever.  

Well, they both had those different thoughts, and both wanted to have a discussion and see if things could be worked out between them. Time will tell.