Amanda walked up the pathway.The house looked normal enough, which she supposed shouldn’t have surprised her as it was like all the others in the road. She was thirty-three-years-old and was pensive as she rang the doorbell. She smiled as the door opened and she looked at a woman probably twenty years older than herself. Maternal looking and friendly, dressed in an off-white t-shirt and blue skirt with the hem just above her knee.

“Come in,” the lady said standing back. “I’m Elaine,” she added.

“Oh, hi,” Amanda said self-consciously. “I’m erm, Sharon.” Her real name was Amanda but she wasn’t using her real name today. Not here anyway.

“Hullo, Sharon,” the nice lady replied. “Follow me please,” she added.

Amanda followed Elaine upstairs and when she opened one of the doors walked through. “Miss Emily will be with you soon.”

She nodded, still not completely sure she was doing the right thing. However, she wondered what ‘Miss’ would look like.

The door closed and Amanda looked around the room. She smiled to herself as she saw what was there. The blackboard on its easel with three pieces of chalk on the tray together with the brush to clean off whatever was on the board. She looked surprised to see written at the top of the blackboard the single word, ‘Detention.’ The sight of the word forced her to unconsciously catch her breath.

Amanda looked around the room and saw the selection of paddles hanging on strings from hooks on the wall. There were also leather straps, tawses, floggers, and wooden paddles. On the floor were two baskets and protruding from the top of each were a selection of canes; some with straight handles and others with hooked handles. Amanda bit her lip at the selection and wondered which ones might be used on her; would be used, of course, she told herself, as she had already described how she wanted a bare bottom spanking, a paddling, and the cane.

There was a school desk as well and two high backed armless wooden chairs. Would she be sitting on one of them or would Miss Emily sit on them with her across her lap. It was the latter she supposed.

Amanda was now happier with what she saw. It was what had been promised when the emails were exchanged.

Amanda had been given a short history of the establishment. It was a house owned by a wealthy businessman who was into sado-masochism. He had a Madame, who was Elaine, she knew. When he died he left the house to Elaine together with a stipend for thirty years to pay for the upkeep of the house. In return Elaine agreed to look after the house and let anyone who wanted to use it for their mutual pleasure; so long as sado-masochism was involved. It meant a safe environment for those who wanted it.

Amanda had been interested in the thought of physical submission for as long as she could remember. She had never experienced it though. Even her Mum never spanked her. Yet the fantasy grew in her mind. She was on various social sites and it was when on Chinwag that she made the connection. She had friends over for the evening and they had got through about a bottle of wine each. Then being too hyped up to sleep she had gone on to Chinwag. She was looking at entrees from ‘friends’ and one caught her eye. ‘Just been to Elaine’s. Got spanked. It was so cool.’

Amanda looked at the entry for a while wondering if it was spam. She checked and it was from a friend of a friend; so it was probably safe, she reckoned. Anyway, she followed the link and the establishment popped up. She looked through it and thought it looked just the place she had wanted. So she went into ‘Contact Us.’

It actually took her through to a page where she put in some personal details and a search would then take place to match other people on the site. She took a deep breath and entered her age, sex and requirements. For her it was the wish to be treated like a naughty schoolgirl. She told the truth except lied about her name. The arrangements were made.

A few names popped up. She read the details of each and settled on Miss Emily.

There were no photos on the site but Amanda liked what Miss Emily wrote. ‘School teacher experienced at disciplining naughty pupils. Boys and girls.’

Amanda was a school teacher herself and had fantasised about watching students being disciplined. She pictured her fellow teachers spanking bare bottoms and wielding canes. She masturbated almost every night picturing these things as she lay in bed. She always fell asleep soon after having her orgasm. It was a pattern she had maintained for years.

To prepare herself Amanda purchased a school dress. The exact one used by the schoolgirls at her school. She wasn’t such a large woman herself and found a standard size. She told the shop assistant it was for a fancy dress party and not for wearing at the school. They both had a giggle about it. Only Amanda knew she was going to wear it today; at Elaine’s.

Amanda eagerly waited to see what Miss Emily looked like. She heard some footsteps and the door opened. Amanda put on a smile.

However the smile turned to astonishment when she saw Miss Emily. “Jodie?” she said in a shocked voice.

Miss Emily looked just as surprised. “Miss Perkins?” she said equally surprised.

They looked at each other for a moment.

Amanda was wearing her blue and white checked dress with its short sleeves, a hem halfway down her thigh, white ankle socks, and standard school shoes.

Miss Emily was dressed like a typical school teacher. A short-sleeved white blouse with a black skirt, and a teacher’s black gown. Except Amanda realised it wasn’t quite standard. For instance the skirt had a wide slit which showed stocking tops. Equally the blouse was unbuttoned to Miss Emily’s tummy showing off her full breasts and low cupped bra.

Amanda was still too shocked to speak. Jodie recovered first. “What a surprise,” she said breaking out in to a smile.

Amanda blushed and blustered, “I don’t think so, Jodie.”

Jodie’s face turned from smiling to angry. “Miss Emily when here, Miss Perkins,” she said firmly. After a moment she added, “Sharon, in fact.”

“Now look here,” Amanda protested. “There is no way this can happen. I’m your teacher.”

“Used to be my teacher. I finished last year,” Miss Emily pointed out confidently.

Amanda had overlooked that fact, and it made her feel slightly more relaxed. “Even so,” she replied tentatively after a moment.

“Just calm down, Sharon,” Jodie continued still sounding firm. “You are here now and dressed for the occasion. I know you are here and can tell anyone if I wanted to. So what do you have to lose?”

Amanda was surprised at how sternly Jodie spoke to her. It was quite a jolt. However it calmed her down; a tactic she used herself with unruly children. On reflection she thought Jodie was right. She knew as well that she was a bad liar so if anyone picked her up on this it would be patently obvious she had come to the house. So she may as well go through with it. Her only reservation was Jodie’s age. It certainly wasn’t the ‘early twenties,’ on the site. More like she was nineteen. However, Amanda remembered how she rather liked Jodie; a happy pupil with quite a haughty tone of voice. She even suddenly remembered fantasising about being spanked by her ending up with quite a memorable orgasm; so now she ready to go ahead and live out that fantasy for real.

Jodie had had similar thoughts about Miss Perkins. She had had quite a crush on her when she taught her at school. Initially she pictured herself being cuddled by the teacher. That became a more intense fantasy relationship certainly involving fingering and tongues. Later, when Jodie spanked a friend’s brother and got high on the memory she started fantasying about spanking Miss Perkins; it was very much a standard schoolgirl crush on her teacher although the fore-play involved the schoolgirl spanking her teacher whilst afterwards they ended up making out together.

A now much calmer Amanda managed to discard her reservations. “OK, Miss Emily,” she conceded, getting back in to her Sharon persona.

Jodie was delighted and went back in to Miss Emily mode. “Do you still teach at the old school?” Miss Emily asked.

Sharon blushed and replied, “Yes, Miss, I do.” It seemed so strange to be addressing one of her ex-pupils so formally, although at the same time she found it exciting. She was certainly surprised at her mixed feelings but quickly found the experience of being submissive to someone so relatively young quite arousing.

“Good, Sharon,” Jodie replied getting firmer by the second. “Now lets’ hold that detention you have earned.”

Almost immediately the roles were reversed. Nineteen-year-old Miss Emily was now the dominant school mistress and thirty-three-year-old Sharon the schoolgirl who had been given a detention; a punishment detention in fact.

Miss Emily went in to overdrive. She admonished Sharon in a stern teacher’ish voice. “Go and face the wall, Sharon. Press your nose against the wall and put your hands on your head. Think about how naughty you have been. Being rude to me in front of the whole class was always going to get you severely punished.”

“Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss.” Sharon replied submissively as she stepped over to the wall, pressed her nose against the painted surface, and put her hands on her head. She took a few deep breathes and reminded herself how she had so wanted to experience the full effects of a punishment detention.

Sharon heard movement behind her but daren’t look. She wanted to be in naughty schoolgirl mode. By now she was thinking of Jodie only as Miss Emily. She realised that the anticipation was getting her aroused. She could feel her nipples were taut and quivers floating across her pussy. She was surprised how she was finding the wait so erotic and that she was now looking forward to her punishment.

After a few minutes Miss Emily ordered, “Come over here now, Sharon, and stand in front of me.”

Sharon turned and saw that Miss Emily was already sitting on one of the high backed chairs. She quickly noticed that the slit of her skirt had fallen well apart and that both her thighs showed off her stocking tops with some bare thigh as well. She stood right in front of Miss Emily and waited to be told what was going to happen.

Miss Emily crossed her legs and folded her arms glaring at Sharon who wasn’t sure what the glare meant; until Miss Emily told her.

“When you are in detention and standing in front of me you will put your hands on your head, my girl.”

“Sorry, Miss,” Sharon said apologetically placing her hands back on to her head.

Miss Emily continued in her firm tone, “Next time you will get your legs slapped. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss,” Sharon replied biting her lip. She remembered the haughty tone of voice and found it even more erotic now than she did when at school.

Miss Emily fired some quick questions at Sharon who answered them submissively and quickly got even deeper in to school girl mode.

The questioning ended and Miss Emily again glared at Sharon. “I don’t think you are repentant enough, my girl. I have a policy for naughty girls. They get punished in the nude. So get undressed.”

Sharon gasped but did as she was told. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and slid it down her arms, then down to the floor stepping out of it. She bit her lip momentarily before unclipping her bra and letting it fall down her arms. Finally she pushed down her knickers stepping out of them and scooping all her clothes up, placing then neatly on the spare chair. Sharon bit her lip as she looked at Miss Emily now fully conscious of her nudity.

Miss Emily watched Sharon for a few moments before leaning forward and taking her arm, turning her sideways. Still holding her arm she rubbed Sharon’s leg with her other hand. She asked in a questioning tone, “What did I tell you about hands on your head when you are in front of me?”

Sharon gasped and yanking her arm free quickly placed both hands on top of her head and said a quick, “Sorry, Miss.”

Miss Emily said shaking her head slowly, “You are going to learn that sorry doesn’t work my girl. You do as you are told straight away or you suffer the consequences.”

Miss Emily pulled her hand back and brought it back down hard on the back of Sharon’s leg. Happy with the gasp the smack generated Miss Emily smacked the back of Sharon’s other leg.

Sharon struggled to stand still as each smack landed. The first two stung. The next two stung more. The final two had her gasping and bending her legs each time.

Miss Emily smiled as Sharon’s full breasts swung as she reacted to each spank. Afterwards she studied the pain etched on Sharon’s face before ordering, “Now get across my lap.”

Sharon’s legs were stinging as she turned and looked down at Miss Emily’s lap. She eased herself across the teenager’s lap and settled herself down, with her hands on the floor. She looked under the chair and saw her legs on the far side. She knew her bare bottom was perched across Miss Emily’s lap but was now conditioned to the spanking she was going to get.

It had been her fantasy for so long. The only thing was that she hadn’t expected to be spanked by one of her ex-pupils.

Miss Emily berated Sharon again. Sharon found the tone of voice erotic still even as Miss Emily rubbed her bottom.

The first spank landed and Sharon gasped. Not that it hurt that much but more in expectation of more pain. However, as the spanks continued so Sharon gasped more and more as her bottom started to sting. She felt less and less comfortable at the relentless spanks and could feel herself squirming around on Miss Emily’s lap; much as she had expected to do from the start.

Miss Emily was enjoying herself giving her ex-teacher, the teacher she had had a school girl crush on, a harder and harder spanking. She felt alive as she continued landing spanks all over Sharon’s bottom and then the tops of her legs. The gasps generated by the spanks encouraged her even more.

Something was different though, this time. Miss Emily certainly enjoyed coming to the house to dole out spankings to any woman who wanted it. However today was the first time she was spanking a woman she had previously known. That added an additional and erotic dimension. One she was reacting to judging from the flutters shooting around her pussy.

As the spanks continued unabated Sharon struggled even more with the spanks to the backs of her legs. Her gasps became cries and her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t stop herself squirming around on the teenager’s lap.

Miss Emily smiled at the back of Sharon’s head as she heard the sobbing. It was like music to her ears and so she landed a full ten spanks on the same spot on the back of Sharon’s left leg, followed by ten more to back of her right leg. Then she stopped.

Sharon cried even after the spanking stopped and savoured Miss Emily rubbing her bottom and the backs of her legs. She relaxed and found the stinging more erotic and the flutters continued to rebound around her pussy. Slowly she squeezed her thighs to increase the sensation in her pussy and her breathing deepened.

Miss Emily had seen it before; how the woman being spanked start to masturbate right there across her lap. She let them do it; for a while. Then as the breathing changed just as it was with Sharon she would pick up the paddle, and tap the submissive woman’s bottom a couple of times.

Sharon felt herself getting closer to an orgasm. She felt the light taps on her bottom but ignored them. Her growing orgasm was occupying her mind; that was until the paddle landed with a loud thwack on her already stinging bottom and she howled in pain.

“Naughty girl,” Miss Emily snapped.

Sharon cried out as she was caught in the middle of masturbating. “Noooo …” she cried out grieving for the lost orgasm as the spanks rained down all across her bottom. The pain intensified. The orgasm was lost. Crying took an unequivocal hold.

Miss Emily enjoyed this part of the spanking the most. She landed a whole succession of solid spanks with the wooden paddle and watched as Sharon’s bottom cheeks quivered and cascaded as each spank landed. As Sharon squirmed around so Miss Emily could see her full breasts bouncing and swaying from side to side. It was a delicious sight, she thought. Again she recalled when at school wishing that she had seen those breasts. Now she was seeing them as Sharon cried out in pain as each spank landed.

Sharon was crying freely well before Miss Emily stopped spanking her with the paddle. Her chest heaved as she tried to recover.

Miss Emily looked at Sharon’s full breasts still swaying. Once again she played over in her mind how she had wanted to fondle those breasts when at school so she could not resist now cupping a breast in her hand and caressing it and squeezing the still taut nipple.

Sharon could again feel herself rising towards an orgasm as she relished the firm caressing of her breast. She had never expected the spanking to be so painful but neither had she expected her feelings to be so primed towards an orgasm even as her bottom stung so much.

Miss Emily felt Sharon relax and once again cut short her ex-teacher’s enjoyment.

“It’s time for the cane, young lady,” Miss Emily said firmly.

Sharon groaned as once again her orgasm disintegrated. She heard the word, ‘Cane,’ and gasped. She couldn’t complain though as she had specifically requested the cane. Now it was about to happen though she wondered to herself whether she had made a mistake.

Sharon remembered what had brought her here. She had watched two girls being caned by the Headmistress. Both girls had been rude to her within earshot of the Headmistress to whom she immediately complained and the response was immediate. She was allowed to watch as the Headmistress gave three strokes to each girl. Sharon watched entranced as the red lines developed so quickly across the girl’s bottoms. It made her want to be caned. That was the reason she was here.

Sharon sniffed as she eased herself off Miss Emily’s lap.

Once Sharon stood up straight Miss Emily ordered, “Bend over that desk, girl. Make sure your bottom is stuck right out for me.”

Sharon stepped across to the desk and bent down, her breasts flattening as she settled down and stretched to hold on to the tables legs. She settled herself down and waited.

Miss Emily smiled as her ex-teacher got herself ready to be caned; just as she had done so often when she was caned at school; in the Headmistress’s Study. She waited a moment before tapping the cane on Sharon’s bare bottom and said lightly, “Remember Justine?”

Sharon gasped and squirmed around to look up at Miss Emily. Justine was one of the two girl’s caned in front of her. “Yes,” she replied with a sniff.

Miss Emily smiled down at the now submissive teacher. “She is a friend of mine; I still see her. These three strokes are for her,” she said wickedly. “Take it as revenge.”

Sharon turned away and spluttered again. Not only was this going to be the first caning she had ever had, it was going to be given as retribution. Mind you, she recalled how delighted she was to be allowed to watch the caning so maybe it was fair; justice was going to be meted out.

Sharon looked behind and saw Miss Emily tense her leg. She knew it meant the cane was on its way and sure enough the sharp pain raced across her bottom.

The second stroke landed straight afterwards and before Sharon had any chance to recover. Her head shot backwards and she wailed; so when the third stroke landed she hissed through clenched teeth as she struggled to deal with the even more intense pain.

Slowly Sharon recovered and allowed her head to fall back until she was looking at her own legs under the table. Her breathing stabilised. She calmed down. Then she became aware of another sensation. Fingers stroking her pussy lips. A sensation she had hoped for but never expected to experience; not until she got out of here and to somewhere private. Now it was happening though she spread her legs further apart and raised her bottom to encourage the exploring fingers and giving them more space to do their work. All the time she wondered if Miss Emily would stop fingering her as she got close to an orgasm but as her breathing shortened and her first erotic gasps escaped so the fingers continued to play with her clit and moments later she exploded with her pussy experiencing all those wonderful flashes of delight she had given herself when in bed alone.

Once she came Sharon nestled back in to her submissive position bent over the desk, now finding the stinging a quite pleasant sensation. The fingers were still inside her and she hummed with delight.

Miss Emily was adept at bringing naughty women to an orgasm part way through a spanking or a caning. She loved doing it part way through. She so enjoyed reminding the woman her punishment wasn’t yet over as she wallowed in her orgasm; just as Sharon was doing now. So with a wicked grin she bent down until her lips were an inch from Sharon’s ear and hissed, “Now for the six strokes you earned.”

Sharon’s gasp was always going to happen with the realisation of a further caning hitting home with a bang.

Miss Emily kissed Sharon on the cheek before standing back up and ordering, “Stay down, young lady.”

Sharon clasped hold of the desk legs as she realised she was to get six more strokes. She felt the light tap of the cane and held her breath as the cane cut in to her bottom once again.

“Good girl,” Miss Emily said as she brought the cane down again. When she saw Sharon’s head rise up she landed the third stroke and loved the loud wail it brought and how her bottom cheeks caved in and then rebounded as they responded to the caning.

Sharon felt the pain race around her bottom again. She was dealing with it better she thought and as if to tease Miss Emily she shot her bottom out, beckoning the next stroke.

Miss Emily saw Sharon’s bottom pushed out and welcomed the challenge. In a direct reaction she whipped the cane down even harder than the previous strokes. She revelled in the wailing sound that bounced around the room but even so landed the fifth stroke. Reluctantly almost Miss Emily pulled the cane back and focussed on the part of the bottom to land the last stroke. Having decided she whipped it down and as Sharon cried out she felt quivers whisk across her own pussy.

Sharon was crying with mixed feelings of happiness the caning was over and elation over the most extraordinary orgasm she had been given. Slowly she edged her face upwards and squirmed around to see Miss Emily smiling down at her.

“How are you feeling?” Miss Emily asked.

Sharon sniffed realising she wasn’t ready to speak yet.

A not unexpected reaction to a first caning, Miss Emily knew. “Get up slowly,” she ordered nicely.

Sharon slowly eased herself up and as she did her hands rushed to her bottom and she rubbed madly. “Wow, my bum is warm,” she said with a smile.

“Good,” Miss Emily replied also smiling.

After a few moments of rubbing Sharon looked at Miss Emily and said, “At school we now give a letter to any pupil who has been disciplined and we ask that their parent gives them a bedtime spanking as well.”

“I can do that,” Miss Emily replied happily.

Sharon looked despondent. “I don’t think my Mum would spank me. Not at my age.”

Miss Emily smiled. “Come to mine tonight and my Mum will spank you.”

“Would she?” Sharon asked happily. “It would certainly round off a school-like punishment.”

Miss Emily took out some paper and wrote a letter requesting Sharon’s Mum give her a bedtime spanking. She then handed it to Sharon’ “Be at mine at 8 o’clock. Don’t be late,” Miss Emily ordered firmly, handing Sharon a piece of paper.

Sharon looked at the letter and smiled. She noted that it had Miss Emily’s her address on it.

Sharon took the paper and looked happily in to Miss Emily’s eyes. “Thank you, Miss,” she said respectfully.

Miss Emily put her arms around Sharon’s neck and pulled her close. “My pleasure,” she said happily. As they hugged Miss Emily kissed Sharon on the cheek.

Sharon was overcome with emotion and turning her face kissed Miss Emily fully on the lips. When she felt Miss Emily’s tongue press against her lips she opened her mouth and Miss Emily shot her tongue in to her mouth and their tongues intertwined.

Moments later Miss Emily eased the naked Sharon backwards to the wall and whilst still kissing took a breast in her hand and caressed it. “Do me,” Miss Emily whispered in to her ear.

Sharon ran her hand up the inside of Miss Emily’s leg and eased her knickers down, leaving it free for her fingers to run along Miss Emily’s wet pussy lips.

Sharon and Miss Emily gyrated in unison as Sharon’s fingers eased in to Miss Emily’s vagina and deep inside flicking her clit.

Miss Emily gasped as the electric pulses raced around her pussy. She kept caressing Sharon’s breast while her other hand squeezed her pussy and she eased her fingers inside.

Soon they were both crying out ecstatically until both came together. The sound of post orgasmic heavy breathing filled to room as they both savoured the moment.

Slowly they eased themselves backwards but looked deep in to each-others’ eyes, which were just inches apart. Both smiled. They kissed again; a meaningful one.

Miss Emily savoured the moment. She had made love to the teacher she had so fancied at school. Not just that but she had disciplined her as well.

Sharon wondered how come she found the nineteen-year-old so attractive, but she did. Was it the fact she had such a dominant character, she wondered? Certainly she found sex straight after being disciplined erotic. Was the fact Miss Emily was nineteen-years-old an issue, or that she used to be a girl she taught at school? She told herself that wasn’t an issue. Another friend of hers was going out with a girl ten years younger than herself; so an age difference of fourteen years wasn’t so far away.

Mind you, it meant that Miss Emily’s Mum would be more her own age. Well a bit older actually. Anyway, she was definitely going there tonight for another spanking.

Sharon walked away from the house enjoying the stinging feeling in her bottom. She was Amanda again and she thought about Miss Emily, who to her was Jodie again, her ex-pupil. What would happen after meeting up again at her Mum’s house? Sharon mused whether after wards she might see Jodie again. She hoped so.