Deborah’s bottom was stinging from the hand spanking Samantha had given her. She didn’t feel like sitting right then and as she stood by the dining table she read again the letter Samantha had written.

It was headed, ‘To Whom It May Concern,’ and explained that Deborah had lied and been given a bare bottom spanking. It asked her parent or guardian to sign the letter confirming they had read it and understood it. Then came the far more relevant points. It was suggested her parent or guardian may want to enforce the lesson by giving their own spanking. It was also explained that the parent or guardian may consider a punishment more severe than a hand spanking dependent upon their discipline regime at home.

Deborah sighed as she had sent many a student home with just that type of letter albeit many years ago. It was only now that she started to understand the pressure and trepidation the student would have felt as they made their way home and presented the letter for signature. It was truly eye opening but Deborah told herself that that trepidation only justified its use. It was supposed to make the student think carefully about what they had done wrong and encourage them to behave better in future.

It was now 5 o’clock and she still hadn’t figured out who to ask to sign the letter. She thought about some of her friends but as she ran through each one she found one reason or another not to ask them. There were a couple of neighbours she could ask but that could lead to other consequences. She even smiled to herself as she thought the most appropriate person lived just two doors away. She was nineteen years old and exceptionally arrogant. She thought how a girl with that attitude would be bound to agree to deal with her. However she was also very friendly with the young lady’s Mum and on reflection knew that wouldn’t work. She then wondered if any of her colleagues at college might work but again it would be hard to explain how at forty-years-old she had allowed herself to be spanked and so readily accepted a second spanking.

Of course whilst it wasn’t discussed in any detail Samantha had left open what might happen if she did not get the letter signed. A second spanking from her for sure and still the requirement to get the letter signed. That was exactly how it worked during her early days as a teacher and she recalled several students who she gave the second spanking to. So she kept on thinking.

Deborah wondered about Gabby. She was twenty one years old like Lindsay and Samantha and as she had already accepted that age wasn’t a bar to someone spanking her Gabby was a possibility. However she remembered that Gabby was about to go to the school dance of course. That led her on to thinking about some of her friend’s daughters. There were one or two she wouldn’t mind asking particularly ones with haughty voices.

All this thinking about getting spanked reminded Deborah how she had fantasised about making out with some of her friends daughters and particularly the ones with confident tones of voice. Deborah realised that she was starting to feel flutters across her pussy as she thought about the girls and how she had even longed to go to bed with them. She realised that in fact she had never seen age as a bar to sex so why should it be to being spanked? She even started to wonder if she could kill two birds with one stone and be spanked by one of them and then make out all night. It would still let her take the signed letter to Samantha in the morning.

As she thought more about the young women she found her finger stroking her pussy over her knickers and then she eased her finger under her knickers and caressed her wet pussy. It only took a short while before Deborah had forgotten about being spanked and was groaning towards an orgasm. She came in several ecstatic bursts and cried out as she exploded. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever had.

It was as her orgasm was subsiding that she wondered whether she was so aroused because of the spanking she had been given by Samantha. In fact was Samantha the reason she was aroused or was it the spanking, she wondered? Her mind was in turmoil at the thought that she was turned on by being spanked. She could not deny though that her bottom was still tingling and very warm to the touch and as she rubbed her bottom she felt aroused again.

As Deborah was edging towards another orgasm the telephone rang.

“Hi, it’s Amanda,” came a friendly voice down the phone.

“Hi Amanda,” Deborah responded. She had met her only a couple of times but knew she was a good friend to her sister.

Amanda got straight to the point. “Lindsay told me about Samantha spanking you.”

“She told you?” Deborah asked aghast.

Amanda replied, “All the girls were talking about it and I happened to hear them.”

Deborah jumped in sounding worried, “Does sis know?”

Amanda pacified Deborah. “No as she was in the garden at the time and she’s upstairs now and in the shower. That’s why I’m calling but we have to be quick.”

“Okay,” Deborah said uncertainly.

Amanda continued. “The fact is you deserved the spanking. I have to say as a teacher myself I agree with those old ways and told Samantha so. She asked me about the age difference and I just agreed that age doesn’t matter. You needed to be spanked and Samantha was right to spank you. I think you agree don’t you?”

Deborah was reluctant but agreed. “I did deserve to be spanked. I know that, Amanda.”

Amanda continued, “I also know you have been given a letter for signing. I must say I agree with that as well. Anyway, Samantha told me you weren’t sure who you would get to sign your letter. Have you found anyone yet?”

Deborah was surprised how accepting Amanda was to her being spanked at forty-years-old but nevertheless it sounded as though she had phoned her to try to help. “Not yet,” Deborah admitted. She would be quite happy if Amanda agreed to spank her so long as her sister didn’t find out. She asked hopefully, “Would you do it?”

Amanda replied, “I’m sorry but I’m going to the school dance with the girls and your sis. However I do know someone who would be happy to deal with you.”

Deborah sounded hopeful, “Oh good. Who?”

“My daughter, Kim. She’s eighteen years old but has quite a lot of experience giving a spanking. She has a friend, Lisa, who decided she needed Kim’s help to improve her behaviour. Lisa set herself a points system and when she gets to a pre-set total she asks Kim to spank her. She has put Kim in charge of her. So Kim is now a very experienced spanker and agreed she would deal with you if you wanted her to.”

Deborah thought for a moment. That was even younger than Samantha but then only by three years so not such a big deal. Anyway she was running out of time to find anyone else so quickly decided she had no choice. “That sounds okay,” Deborah said falteringly but then added more sincerely, “That’s very nice of her. Kim you say? Well please ask Kim to come over, or shall I go to her?”

Amanda replied, “She’s happy to come to you. It’s on her way home. I’ll call her and I think she’ll be at yours in about five minutes.”

“Oh, okay then. I’ll look forward to meeting her.” After a moment she added in a worried tone, “Well I suppose not really if you know what I mean but she is very nice to offer.”

Amanda sounded quite happy when she replied, “No problem, Deborah. She’ll tell me how it goes but we’ll keep it a secret from your sis. Okay?”

“Thanks again, Amanda,” Deborah said feeling some relief that she was going to get the letter signed but then tinged with concern that she was going to get another spanking.

It seemed like no time at all before the doorbell rang. Amanda opened it to see a young lady in school uniform. She was wide-eyed with surprise as she looked at the fresh faced girl with blonde hair that flowed down over her green and white checked gingham short-sleeved dress with a white belt and also noticed she had bare legs.

The young lady wasn’t speechless though. “Hi, Amanda. I’m Kim. I think you are expecting me?”

Deborah swallowed hard as she replied still slightly in shock, “Oh, erm, yes, erm, Kim. Please do come in.” Deborah stepped back and Kim walked in. Deborah looked quickly outside to see if anyone saw Kim come in but didn’t think so as she closed the door.

Kim had walked confidently in to the living room and Deborah followed. Kim turned and asked directly, “Can I see the letter please?”

Deborah was quite taken aback by the assertiveness of the young lady as she obediently picked up the letter from the table and handed it to Kim.

“Fairly standard,” Kim said putting the letter back on the table.

Deborah could not stop herself asking the question. “Are you still at school, Kim?”

Kim was matter of fact. “College actually. I’m in my final year and will be going to Uni next year.”

“Oh, right,” Deborah replied still surprised to see Kim is a school uniform but some colleges did insist on everyone wearing a uniform.

Kim was still being assertive. “I haven’t got long so I need to deal with you, Deborah.”

“Oh right. Yes, of course,” Deborah replied. .

Kim went to the dining table and turned a chair in to the room. “I prefer high backed chairs,” she explained as she sat down. Once seated she looked up and ordered, “Take your knickers off and turn the hem of your dress up above your waist please.” She added, “I’ll take one of your slippers as well, Deborah. The leather sole will be just right to use on your bottom.”

Deborah swallowed as she yanked down her knickers and stepped out of them just accepting that Kim was taking charge. She put her knickers on another chair and then pulled up her dress so it was well above her waist. She bent down and took off one of her slippers and handed it to Kim. She wasn’t really expecting anything other than a hand spanking but remembered the letter did say her parent or guardian might decide upon a more severe punishment than a hand spanking so she reckoned she would have to accept it as Kim was helping her after all. Just as she realised she was accepting an eighteen year old to be her guardian for this purpose.

“Get across my lap, Deborah,” Kim ordered.

Deborah took a deep breath as she eased herself downwards. It was certainly strange seeing Kim’s school uniform as she lowered herself across her lap. After all she was used to seeing girls in an albeit different school uniform and with her being in charge of all of those girls. This was very different. It was also strange to see the backs of Kim’s slim legs as she balanced herself on the floor before lowering her full weight on to Kim’s lap.

Kim was smiling as soon as Deborah had settled herself across her lap. She liked spanking Lisa although it wasn’t quite as explained to Deborah. Lisa just enjoyed being spanked and they made out afterwards. It was a loving relationship based on pain and pleasure. That didn’t affect anything though as Kim rubbed Deborah’s bottom in circles as the bit that was true was that she was a very experienced spanker and always had Lisa in floods of tears.

“It’s still nicely red,” Kim said still rubbing Deborah’s bottom.

“Uh huh,” Deborah replied knowing it was red as she had looked in the mirror just before Kim had arrived.

Kim raised her hand and brought it down on Deborah’s bottom and smiled as Deborah gasped.

She knew the spanks would hurt more than this afternoon’s spanking as her bottom was already red and sore.

Deborah gasped as the pain rushed across her bottom cheek and gasped again as Kim spanked her other bottom cheek. As the spanks continued to land her bottom cheeks quickly started to sting and very soon she found the pain harder to take than when Samantha spanked her. It only got even worse as the spanks continued to land on alternate bottom cheeks.

Kim pursed her lips as she landed spank after spank on Deborah’s bottom. She knew just how unusual it was to be able to spank someone over double her own age and without any protests. Knowing that she had already decided as she walked up the path to the house that she would be making it a hard spanking, and why not she reckoned? Her Mum had explained over the phone that Deborah knew that she had deserved this afternoon’s spanking and had readily accepted the need to get her letter signed. It was therefore incumbent on her to make the spanking a seriously painful one to make sure Deborah learned her lesson.

Once Kim decided the hand spanking had turned Deborah’s bottom a deep enough red she picked up the slipper and tapped it a couple of times on Deborah’s bottom. She heard Deborah’s gasp and smiled. She was still surprised that a woman of Deborah’s age stayed across her lap as she was spanked but she was and so was going to get a really hard spanking with the slipper.

Kim raised her arm and spanked the slipper down on Deborah’s reddened bare bottom cheek and really enjoyed hearing the louder gasp from Deborah. She raised her arm again and spanked the slipper down on the other bottom cheek and then proceeded to spank Deborah time and again with the slipper even as she heard Deborah cry and saw her squirm around on her lap and kick her legs.

Deborah found the constant spanks with the slipper harder and harder to deal with. Her bottom was stinging like never before and she could not stop herself squirming around on Kim’s lap and kicking her legs. She quite forgot she was being spanked by an eighteen year old girl in school uniform. She even quite forgot she was an adult woman and a teacher at that. She felt much more like a naughty school girl who fully deserved such a hard spanking and the tears she was now shedding. She told herself again and again that she would never earn another spanking as this spanking really did hurt and was just what was needed to teach her a lesson.

Kim kept the spanks landing even as she heard Deborah’s cries of despair. In fact it encouraged her to spank even harder just as she did with Lisa. It had to be like that so the lesson was enforced. Eventually though she knew she had to stop and did so on seeing Deborah’s bottom was a lovely glowing red and knew that it would sting for hours to come.

Kim rubbed Deborah’s bottom and watched her chest heave as she continued to cry uncontrollably. It was very satisfying to know she had spanked Deborah so hard and got a liking for spanking the bottom of an adult who was much older than herself.

Deborah could not stop herself crying as the stinging seemed to envelop her whole bottom. She looked at the backs of Kim’s legs through tear-filled eyes and kept telling herself how she deserved this spanking as well as the spanking this afternoon. Her punishment was over though she at least told herself.

Kim waited for Deborah to partially recover before ordering, “Get up, Deborah. I need to get going.”

Deborah was still sniffing back tears as she slowly rolled off Kim’s lap and stood up. Her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed feverishly but knew that wouldn’t really help. She kept on rubbing though as Kim stood up.

Kim took a pen from her handbag and signed the letter giving Deborah a friendly smile afterwards.

Deborah sniffed again but managed to say, “Thank you, Kim.” She meant it but just could not stop sniffing back her tears.

There was a ring on the doorbell and Deborah looked horrified as Kim went and opened the door. She wanted to cry out not to open the door but couldn’t get the words out. A few moments later a stern looking Samantha came in to the room still wearing her very short floral sleeveless dress with bare legs.

Samantha said, “I’ve come to see if you have had the letter signed Deborah.”

Kim smiled at Samantha and said, “I gotta go, Sam. Can I leave Deborah with you?”

Samantha smiled at Kim. “No probs, Kim. I guess Deborah won’t mind if you go as you’ve signed her letter.”

Kim and Samantha both looked at Deborah who was still rubbing her bottom and looked so naughty with her dress up above her waist.

Kim left the room and the front door was heard to close.

Samantha went over to Deborah and smiling asked sternly, “Can I see your bottom please?”

Deborah was still sniffing but turned around so Samantha got a good view of her spanked again bottom.

Samantha said enthusiastically, “Nice colour,” putting her open palm on Deborah’s glowing red bare bottom cheek. “So warm as well.” She kept rubbing and after several rubs of Deborah’s bottom Samantha ran her hands down the inside of her thighs and saw Deborah move her legs apart. Moments later she ran her fingers along Deborah’s pussy lips and felt they were wet just as she knew her own pussy lips were wet. They were both turned on, Samantha knew.

Deborah found Samantha rubbing her bottom to be soothing and gasped as she felt her fingers run along her pussy lips. She wondered if Samantha was also turned on but daren’t ask.

After a few moments Samantha asked in an equally friendly tone, “Do you want me to rub some cream in to it?

Deborah liked Samantha’s friendly demeanour and whilst she knew she was well able to rub cream in to her own bottom she happily agreed. Maybe the closeness would lead to other things, Deborah wondered.

Samantha gave Deborah a light’ish smack on the bottom and ordered with a laugh in her voice, “Go and get the cream then.”

Deborah almost laughed as well and felt so relaxed as she went upstairs and got the cold cream from her bathroom. She came back downstairs and went over to Samantha who was now sitting on the same chair Kim had used when spanking her. Stopping at the sight only momentarily she kept smiling as she walked over to Samantha and handed her the cream.

Samantha took the cream and pointed to her lap and ordered more firmly, “Get across my lap and I’ll rub that cream in for you.”

Deborah stopped smiling but as Samantha was using her, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice she knew she was getting turned on and obeyed. She was glad she did because as she settled down across Samantha’s lap and saw the backs of her bare legs and her own legs under the far side of the chair she knew she was starting to rather like the submissive position.

Samantha gave Deborah another light’ish smack on each bottom check with the order, “Stay still until I’ve finished.” She then squeezed cold cream on Deborah’s bottom and listened happily to the gasp it brought.

Deborah took the light smacks in good spirit. It did no real harm and enforced the relative positions of authority with the twenty one-year old firmly in charge of a now more than willing forty year old. She groaned happily as Samantha rubbed firmly and gasped as Samantha squeezed her bottom cheeks hard which she found really erotic.

Samantha heard the gasps and asked, “So it looks like we both still agree the old ways are the best. I feel much better for spanking you and you seem to have taken your lesson well and I hope learned from it.”

Deborah looked at the backs of Samantha’s bare legs and agreed. “Yes I do still agree. In fact more so than before. Giving a spanking is far more effective than talking. It is better for both people as I know I will try hard never to use someone else’s phone without asking and if you are more relaxed having spanked me then we are both better off.”

Samantha said whilst still rubbing in the cream, “I think that is what Lisa thinks which is why she keeps her own points tally and gets Kim to spank her when she exceeds her total.”

Deborah saw the sense of it. “I was thinking about that actually. I know I am doing things all the time I shouldn’t and it’s not good. Maybe if I knew I would be punished I would be more careful and considerate.”

Samantha squeezed Deborah’s bottom and when she heard the erotic gasp she said, “Well you will find me a very willing disciplinarian if you wanted to do that.”

Deborah swallowed hard as she thought about the response. Would she really want to have a twenty-one-year-old spank her again? Well she had certainly fantasised about just that and so why not, she figured? As she thought those thoughts she felt Samantha rub cream down the inside of her thighs and edge her fingers along her pussy. Her very wet pussy. She gasped again.

Samantha ran her fingers a few times up and down Deborah’s pussy lips and in a more seductive voice said, “I think we are both turned on by me spanking you, Deborah. Of course after every spanking should come the making up. The slate is clear and so kissing and cuddling is natural even whilst you are still crying and have a stinging bottom.”

Deborah knew Samantha was making sense. If being spanked was right then why not make out afterwards. Even with their age gap it was okay, she reckoned. She had one concern though which she had to voice. “I need to keep this away from my sis. Will Amanda say anything?”

It was Samantha’s turn to make an admission. “Ah, that. Yes, well, you see it wasn’t Amanda on the phone. It was Gabby.”

“Gabby?” Deborah asked in a surprised tone.

“Yes,” Samantha admitted. “I knew you needed to get the second spanking but you may well have trouble finding someone. Kim is a friend of ours, or at least the younger sister of a friend. She really does spank Lisa though. Anyway, I asked Gabby to make the call and convince you to let Kim spank you.”

Deborah kept looking at Samantha’s bare legs as she thought about how she had been played. However she understood why and now she had been spanked the second time she was at ease with being disciplined by girls half her age, or even younger. Being spanked had been a real steep learning curve for her but as she stayed across Samantha’s lap she knew it was right for her and asked. “I’m pleased you did, Samantha. I do want to take you up on your offer to spank me when I need it. How would it work?”

Samantha smiled at the back of Deborah’s head as she kept on rubbing her bottom, “All you have to do is tell me you have earned a spanking and I will come over and deal with you. I will be ever so strict mind and have no sympathy for your tears. Well, not until afterwards when I will get all maternal and cuddle and kiss you.”

“Yes please, Samantha. That sounds great. Shall we discuss how it will work?”

Samantha ran her finger along Deborah’s wet pussy again and as the gasps got louder and louder she said firmly, “Let’s go your bedroom and kiss and cuddle and make out first and then I will tell you how it will work.” She then landed a hard spank on each of Deborah’s bare bottom cheeks ordering her,” Now get up.”

Deborah gasped as she felt the two hard spanks and told herself she would have to get used to it. In fact she wanted to get used to it. As she stood up and rubbed her bottom again she looked at the enticingly dominant Samantha and could not wait to go to bed with her and then experience a new and albeit painful discipline regime.