I woke up that Saturday excited and a bit nervous. Looked at both uniforms hanging, ready, neatly pressed. Jenny was due at 7 that evening. Could I wait that long? It was 10.30 and already I was impatient for the fun to begin. I would call Jenny, get her to come round early, so we could prepare properly. By having some fun ourselves. As I reached for the phone it started ringing. Jenny. 'I can't wait until 7. Can I come round now? Please?' Deferred gratification was not one of my friend's traits. 'I'll put the coffee on if you bring something tasty. Food I mean!' I heard a dirty chuckle as she rang off.
Half an hour later she was at the door. 'Just saw Jeff going off in his little car, heading for town. The gym is ours, doll-face. What are we waiting for?'
I smiled. First things first. Coffee, and whatever goodies you've brought.' I was insistent, and Jenny sat down beside me on the couch, a plate of pastries between us, with mugs of coffee. Jenny didn't take her eyes off the uniforms. I'd taken one sip when she leapt up. 'I don't want fucking coffee,' she said, and started peeling off her clothes. I ate an almond croissant as I watched her strip to her bra and panties and pull on her white school blouse. I let her get into her stockings and fasten the garter before I stood up, dusted off the crumbs and held up my hand. She stopped, miniskirt in hand.
'Did I give you permission to get into your uniform?' I folded my arms and gave her my best flinty glare. She actually gulped.
'Well, not exactly,' she said.
'And what do you think happens to young women who do things without asking for permission first?' She blushed like a guilty schoolgirl.
'I suppose a.. a spanking?'
'Is that what you think? A spanking? I don't think you realise the trouble you're in, young lady!'
'Wow, you're really good at this,' Jenny said breathlessly. I gave her the flinty glare again. 'I mean, sorry miss, yes miss. Or should that be no miss?'
I reached out and took her left ear between finger and thumb. 'Come with me.'
'Ow, ow, ow, that hurts, stop it.' A quick, stinging slap across her backside stopped the moaning and we made our way, a bit awkwardly, downstairs.
In the gym, I led Jenny over to the chaise and opened the cabinet while she draped herself across it. I didn't waste any time; I had planned what I was going to use on her. The sting of the leather paddle was just right for a naughty schoolgirl.
The sight of Jenny's heart-shaped backside stretched over the rounded cushion was a thing of beauty. Her stocking clad legs were straight and her toes rested on the floor. The straps of her garter belt cut into the softness of her legs.
I ran my hand across the contours of her bottom, under the stretched white cotton of her regulation knickers. I detected a trembling as Jenny held herself in position. Delicious.
I laid the length of leather across the tight white cotton. I saw Jenny close her eyes, I raised the paddle, brought it down with a short, hard stroke. The Smack! echoed round the room. A whimper from Jenny. Smack! a harder stroke. Jenny's eyes opened and she shifted on the cushion, pushing her bottom upwards. Another Smack! the hardest yet, and she arched her back and cried out. I decided to finish it, and rained three more hard blows in quick succession across both shuddering globes of that beautiful backside. I stood back. 'You can get up now, Jenny.'
She pushed herself upwards. Her hands started to reach for her burning backslide, but she stopped. Her eyes were glittering in a way I knew of old. She reached for the paddle, turned it over in her hands. 'That really stung. Have you had it?'
I had, more than once, but shook my head. She smiled, laid the paddle down and reached for the button of my jeans. In seconds I was stretched across the cushion of the chaise, bottom raised invitingly, legs straining to touch the floor. I had chosen to wear very brief panties that day and my backside was at her mercy with virtually no protection.
'Lovely, just lovely,' breathed Jenny, and I felt her hand on my bottom. I jerked as she delivered a quick slap. 'Just to keep things straight between us,' she said. Then I felt the cool leather resting on my bottom, easily covering both cheeks. I bit my lip as it lifted, then closed my eyes in pleasure at the first stinging blow. This paddle was one of my favourites, which is why I'd chosen it. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three quick, hard blows had me panting and squirming on the cushion. The familiar heat spread across my backside and generated another kind of heat deep inside. 'These two might hurt a bit,' said my tormentor. She wasn't kidding. Smack! Smack! echoed round the room and I leapt to my feet, hands fanning the fire that she'd started. 'These were a bit on the hard side, weren't they?'
Jenny smiled. 'A penalty for lying. You showed me this paddle first time we were here, said it was your favourite. Then you said you hadn't had it. Bad girl. I should really give you some more.' She carefully laid down the paddle, and gently pushed me backwards until the backs of my legs touched the couch. She kept pushing until I was lying flat on my back. The cool leather felt wonderful against my stinging backside. I was wearing a light camisole top with long straps, which Jenny started to slide over my head. When it was nearly off she wrapped both my wrists in the straps and tied the top round the leg of the couch. I was utterly helpless, my arms raised above my head, lying diagonally across the padded leather. Jenny straddled me, legs either side of my waist, then slid slowly downwards. Her mouth and tongue made their way down from my breasts, stopping briefly at my belly button, before nibbling at the waist line of my panties.
I closed my eyes and let out a low moan as she tugged them over my hips and down my legs. The cool air felt good against the heat of my clit, but it was soon replaced by Jenny's hot breath. A series of tiny, light kisses around my pussy made me gasp and call for more. I felt her quick tongue playing around the swollen lips, then arched my back as it entered me, flicking in, out, in again, lips and teeth teasing, pulling as her tongue sought that magic place. I cried out as she reached it, and bucked my hips. Jenny looped her arms around my thighs and held me down, and open. My arms were held tight and my legs were pinned down, my sex open for her probing tongue. I writhed on the couch, moaned, whimpered with pleasure, as she licked and sucked and probed. My body shuddered with each breath. My world retreated to a single point.
My legs, my torso started to shake, my insides started to turn to liquid, and with a tingling, fiery rush, I came and came, hips rising from the couch as I cried out, Jenny's mouth still clamped over my vagina.
I lay motionless, arms still tied, legs draped lifelessly over the leather couch. I opened my eyes, looked downwards, at Jenny. Her head lay against my thigh. She smiled up at me. 'Good?' she said.
'So good. The best. The absolute best. Who needs men?'
We laughed and she untied me, I stretched. My ass stung, and the rest of me felt almost as good. 'Come on,' I said. 'We both need a shower.'
The shower took a while. I made sure I was the first to make it back to the bedroom, where, still swathed in a towel, I opened the laptop. By the time Jenny, clean and shining, joined me, I had the cam open. 'Want to see something amazing?'
She flopped down beside me. 'Go on then. Better not be a cute cat. I hate cute cats.' That was the last thing she said for a while, apart from the occasional 'Oh my god.' We both looked pretty good in the footage, and the image of me coming while tied down made me feel horny all over again. I loosened my towel, turned towards Jenny and slipped my hand into an opening in the fluffy bath towel she had draped round herself.
Later, much later, we surfaced. Jenny shrieked. 'Your hair! Is mine as bad?'
'Not being able to see mine, I don't know. Yours looks as if you just had vigorous sex though.' I looked at the clock. 'Shit, look at the time. Costumes, darling! It's nearly showtime!'
Somehow we managed to tame our hair enough to tie it back, Jenny's into a single ponytail, mine into two pigtails which I thought looked the part. With much laughter we squeezed into our uniforms and inspected each other. The end result was less innocent schoolgirl, more St Trinians slapper. Perfect. Jenny stopped, put her hand on my arm. 'That camera down there. Will it be on?' I nodded. 'You bet. You ok with that?'
Her smile told me all I wanted to know. 'More than ok,' she said. 'I want to make the home movie to end all home movies!' I slapped her playfully on that delicious rear.
'Then let's get this show on the road. It's past seven; Jeff should be down there. Let's check.' I got the live feed on the screen. There he was, in his gym gear, standing at the cabinet with his back to us. He had a new pair of gym shorts on, Superdry by the look of them, and a very smart t-shirt. He looked great, and I felt a little tug, inside me. 'There's my boy,' I said. 'Let's give him the thrill of his life.'
I let Jenny go ahead of me, so I could see his reaction when he saw her. He turned and gaped, open-mouthed. Jenny giggled, and I nearly joining in, then I remembered the parts we were playing. I slapped Jenny's arm, gave her a look, adopted a serious expression, eyes down, hands, clasped in front of me, and spoke.
'We were told to report to you. Our clothes aren't quite regulation, it seems.' Beside me, Jenny echoed my pose. I could sense she was trying to hold in a fresh attack of the giggles. I willed her to keep quiet.
Jeff took a deep breath and walked slowly towards us. 'I can see that,' he said. 'Those skirts are much too short. And as for those stockings... I just wonder if you're wearing anything else that's not in the school regulations. I suppose we'll see soon enough.' His voice was hard, the voice of someone in control. He was really getting into his role. And loving it. He walked slowly round us. He stopped behind me. What was he doing? I didn't dare turn round. Jenny didn't have my patience. She looked over her shoulder. He'd been waiting for a reaction.
'Who said you could turn round, madam?' His voice was loud enough to make me jump. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny's face register shock.
'I didn't mean..' she began, and stopped as he marched past her to the couch.
'Come here. Now.'
Jenny approached, her usual confident stride becoming hesitant as he sat on the couch and waited, a stern look on his face. Impatiently, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over his lap. She gave a little squeal - of alarm or delight, impossible to say - as she lay across his lap. Her ponytail nearly touched the floor as she held on to one of his legs to steady herself. Slowly, reverently, he raised the short skirt, which had tightened over Jenny's rounded backside. Thin white cotton stretched tight. Jeff looked down, then up at me. He smiled, then drew his hand back. Smack! The first blow echoed like a gunshot. Jenny cried out and arched her back. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Jeff's hand delivered six stinging blows, each falling with precision onto Jenny's left cheek, then right, with the final one full across the width of her rear, which was turning a bright red round the edges of the white cotton. Jenny had cried out with each blow and now climbed to her feet, rubbing her stinging backside under her skirt. Her eyes gleamed as she walked back towards me, and we exchanged a smile.
Jeff stood. 'Now, for your real punishment. That was a warm-up, Jenny, for turning round. You're both dressed in an extremely inappropriate manner. What would be a fitting punishment? What would Miss Hunter have done?'
We looked at each other. 'I think,' I said slowly, looking at Jenny then back at Jeff, 'she would have caned us and then handed us over to Mr Monaghan.' I heard Jenny's sharp intake of breath.
'Mr Monaghan? And what was his favoured implement?' asked Jeff.
'He used the slipper on the boys,' said Jenny quickly. Good girl, she was as keen on the idea as I was.
'Well, my goodness, you two must consider yourselves to be the naughtiest girls in the school. A caning and the slipper. Well, rules are rules, I suppose.' He stood up, opened the cabinet, and turned towards us as he reached inside. 'But I'm going to change things around. You will both have six of the best with the slipper. This slipper,' he said, flexing the leather in his hand,' and then we will have a caning, or something similar. I'll decide how many strokes at the time.'
'Something similar?' I asked. What do you mean?'
He didn't answer, just gave me a wicked smile. 'You first Laura. Over here please.' He gestured at the centre of the floor. In the perfect spot for the camera. I stood and walked slowly across the floor, these familiar butterflies dancing in my stomach, that familiar tingling in my loin. I stretched my hands towards the tips of my shoes. I could feel my skirt raising over my bottom. Jeff gently finished the job, exposing the tight cotton stretched across my rear. I felt, with Jenny watching, more exposed than ever.
The solid feel of the slipper resting across both cheeks, then cool air, then an explosion of pain at the first Crack! as the leather seared a path across my backside. Tears stung my eyes but I bit my lip and didn't cry out. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three more hard blows in quick succession had me on my feet, hands massaging my burning cheeks.
'Now,' said Jeff. 'This would normally mean us starting again. However, I'm willing to continue with the last two strokes, provided they're on the bare.'
I turned to face him. 'Two more on the bare or another six? No competition.' My knickers were at my feet in an instant. I bent forward again. 'Whenever you're ready.' That was a little cheeky, I admit. Perhaps I was showing off to Jenny just a tad. So I deserved the last two haymakers. The leather slipper bounced across my bare bottom with a force that made me take a half step forward.