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Seven weeks had passed since Peter Mitchell had been caned at the FCI for pleading guilty to being drunk and disorderly. He had recovered from his experience and his girlfriend Joanne had carefully massaged and applied cream to his bottom every night for a month until she was satisfied that his bottom was fully healed from his sentence, which had been laid on at full-force by her friend, Kelli Seagrave. Joanne Wilson had promised Peter a proper punishment once he had recovered, to teach him who was in charge and made the rules in their relationship, and the twenty-year-old began preparing for this within days of her boyfriend’s visit to FCI.

Joanne had decided that she would invite her ex-Form Mistress, and now close friend, Rebecca Mulligan, to help punish her long-time boyfriend. Rebecca initially had been reluctant to become involved but had relented when Joanne Wilson had explained why she wanted her to take part. The girls had then tried to arrange a weekend when they could carry out their plan, but it proved difficult for Rebecca to travel down to Joanne. The only weekend they both had free was Joanne’s twenty-first birthday weekend which was the nineteenth to the twenty-first of October. The ex-Head Girl had quickly agreed to this. She was desperate to see the lovely Rebecca and it was also a perfect way to celebrate her special birthday.

Joanne Wilson had quickly agreed to travel up to Rebecca’s home and spend the weekend there. Within an hour, she had booked a hire car, emailed Rebecca Mulligan to tell her what implements she needed to bring from school and began thinking about what she would wear and what she hoped to do with both Peter and Miss Mulligan that weekend. She had calmly announced to Peter that they were going to spend her birthday weekend with Rebecca and that he would be punished by them both to show him who was in charge.

The weekend came around surprisingly quickly and Joanne Wilson struggled to hide her excitement from her friends at the FCI. She had even managed to talk Laura Concannon into allowing her to take some of the implements that they used in the training room. She smiled as she placed the relatively-new looking reformatory cane, dragon cane and a slightly worn, Canadian Prison strap into her hockey bag. The ex-Head Girl had kept in touch with Rebecca, who assured her that the other implements that she had requested, would be waiting for her when the young couple arrived at her house that Friday night.

That Friday was a long and tiring day for the twenty-year old woman. She had been at University until one in the afternoon then a four-hour shift at the FCI. Joanne had administered her last sentence in what she reckoned to be record time and at 6.05pm was walking out of the staff entrance and across to the hire car, driven by her boyfriend who was waiting for her. She threw her handbag onto the back seat and eased herself into the passenger seat, leaning over and kissing Peter on the lips before fastening her seatbelt. She hadn’t bothered changing seen as she knew that he loved her dressed in a blouse and skirt and smiled as he started the engine.

“Good day?” Peter asked genuinely interested.

“Not as interesting as our weekend is going to be.” She smiled as he drove out of the staff car park and turned onto the main road, leading out of the city.

Rebecca Mulligan lived about ninety-minutes’ drive away and, as promised, she had managed to borrow a selection of implements from the Deputy Head Mistress, Jasmine Storey, who had simply allowed the young Head of Music to take whatever implements she requested, not even asking why she wanted them. The young music teacher had also borrowed Leonie MacKintosh’s prized plimsoll, “The Enforcer”, much to the P.E. Mistress’ delight on hearing what it was to be used for that weekend.

Miss Mulligan arrived at home shortly after 5pm and busied herself tidying her already neat home before her guests arrived. She had made up her spare bedroom and laid towels out for her guests to use. Rebecca had quickly run the vacuum cleaner around her living room and placed three bottles of white wine in the fridge. She smiled as she also placed six bottles of beer in the fridge for Peter – these would be used to trick him into the punishment that Joanne had planned for him. The young Music teacher then went upstairs to her bedroom and looked in her wardrobe, thinking about what she would wear for her part in the punishment that following day.

She spent what seemed like an age pulling out and then replacing various garments, before smiling as she decided. Joanne had told her about Peter’s fascination with women dressed in blouses and skirts and she picked out her favourite pink long-sleeved blouse and short knee-length black skirt, which she wore to school regularly. Miss Mulligan shook her head as she thought about punishing Peter Mitchell the following day, but her thoughts were suddenly dismissed from her mind as her doorbell rang.

Once she had made her way downstairs and opened her front door, she could see that the young couple had arrived and was immediately hugged tightly by Joanne, who held her for what seemed like an age, before letting her ex-Form Mistress go. As Rebecca moved back towards her front door, she could see Peter Mitchell removing their cases from the boot of the car and smiled at him.

“Don’t forget my hockey bag.” Joanne smiled at Rebecca, who smiled back, watching the tall young man reluctantly remove the final bag from the back seat of the car.

“I managed to get everything you asked for, sweetie.” Rebecca turned and headed down her small hallway and into her comfortable living room.

Joanne followed.

“Thanks, Becky. I’ve managed to pick up a few things too.” The smile spread wide across her face and she walked over to the older woman before hugging her once more.

“So good to see you – thank you so much for agreeing to do this for me.” Joanne Wilson kissed Rebecca Mulligan on the lips.

Rebecca smiled as she gently moved away, looking at the younger woman in her work uniform.

“I’m a bit uneasy about it, but if you really want me to do it to him then I’ll try my best.” She smiled as she heard her front door close and seconds later saw Peter Mitchell standing in the doorway to her living room.

Miss Mulligan walked across to him and smiled at him, unsure whether to hug him. She settled on touching him on his left arm as she walked past him on her way to her kitchen.

“Nice to see you, Peter. Hope you have got Joanne a nice birthday present.” She looked back at Joanne.

“He already knows what his birthday present to me is – don’t you, Pete?” Joanne walked over to Rebecca to follow her into the kitchen.

“Yes Miss.” He replied, looking sheepish and extremely worried.

“I’ll get you both a drink and then we can work out what we want to do tonight.” Miss Mulligan smiled, and Joanne followed her into the small kitchen.

The ladies returned in a few moments holding glasses of white wine. Rebecca handed a bottle of beer to Peter, who took a sip, not removing his eyes from his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure about drinking in front of her, especially after what had happened at the end of the summer holidays. He waited, and after a few moments decided that Joanne was fine with him drinking in Rebecca’s house and he relaxed. Joanne Wilson was concentrating totally on her older friend, but she had noticed that Peter was drinking. She smiled to herself.

“All too easy.” She thought to herself as she sat next to Miss Mulligan, listening to what her friend had been up to since they had last seen one another.

The softly spoken Music teacher told the young couple about what had been happening at their old school and the latest gossip, which revolved around the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. Carey falling pregnant unexpectedly. She also told them that Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress would become Head Mistress at St. Katherine’s School that following September, as the current Head Mistress, Mrs. Anderson was retiring. As the girls talked, Peter Mitchell quickly drained the bottles of beer that Rebecca kept bringing him, smiling at Joanne and then to him, as she handed them over.

Joanne Wilson told her friend at length and in detail, about her job at the FCI and how she administered punishments there. The twenty-year-old Law student had already told Rebecca about her shock at finding out that her long-term boyfriend had been sentenced to corporal punishment and, even worse, that it had been Joanne who had been scheduled to administer the four strokes to his bare buttocks. As she talked about her part-time job, Joanne kept her eyes on Peter. He really wasn’t happy that she was giving a blow-by-blow account of something so personal.

“God, I could have died.” Joanne raised her voice and laughed. She took a sip from her glass before continuing.

“Luckily, Kelli administered it for me. She seems to have got through to him as we haven’t had a repeat, have we naughty?” Joanne stared at Peter.

“No Joanne. I’ve been really good since.” He emptied his fourth bottle of beer and smiled.

“In fact, this is my first drink since then.”

Rebecca got to her feet and smiled at him, touching his shoulder as she walked past him and made her way into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of beer for him.

“Well, you know what happens when you upset Joanne, don’t you, young man?” Rebecca Mulligan intentionally looked across to the corner of her living room where Joanne’s bags and the sports bag that she had fetched from work were lying.

The rest of the evening passed quickly. The friends decided to order a takeaway and once they had eaten and cleared the empty cartons way, they sat and chatted some more. The girls continued chatting about things that had happened or people who had attended St. Katherine’s School and what Joanne was going to do once her Law degree was completed that summer. It was after midnight before Rebecca finally decided to head up to bed.

“I’m shattered sweetie, so I’m going up to bed.” She got to her feet and watched as Joanne did the same.

“I’ve sorted out my spare room for you and there are towels and things if you need them.” She leaned close to Joanne and kissed her on the cheek. She simply smiled at Peter and turned and headed up the stairs.

Joanne and her boyfriend gathered up their bags and made their way up to Rebecca Mulligan’s spare room. They unpacked the things they needed and once both of them had brushed their teeth and undressed, Joanne turned off the light and slid under the bed clothes and smiled to herself in the darkness. Peter Mitchell leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the mouth. Joanne Wilson stroked his shaven head with her left hand and returned the kiss, before turning on her side.

“Good night naughty. Tomorrow we’ll deal with our issues and then maybe Miss Joanne will have forgiven you completely. Is that understood?” She laughed.

“Yes, Miss Joanne.” Peter turned onto his side and they were soon both asleep.

The following morning, Joanne’s birthday, Rebecca was up before Peter and Joanne and had made breakfast for them all by the time the young couple made their way wearily into the small kitchen. They were all quiet, knowing what was going to happen later that morning. Rebecca Mulligan busied herself fetching various things from the refrigerator and then by washing up the breakfast cups and plates. Joanne Wilson said very little, instead concentrating on Peter, who looked uneasy.

“Okay. I’m going to get ready, so I’ll leave you to it.” Miss Mulligan announced and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

The twenty-eight-year-old woman returned about half an hour later. Peter Mitchell headed into the bathroom and took a long shower. As the women waited in Rebecca’s living room they began to remove the implements from the bags that they had left on the floor that previous night.

“He is really nervous about this, isn’t he?” Rebecca smiled as she tapped the wooden backed clothes brush against the palm of her right hand.

“He knows what’s coming but doesn’t know that you’re going to do the whole punishment.” Joanne Wilson smiled as she pulled the well-used Canadian prison strap from her bag.

“Are you sure about this, Lovely?” Rebecca laid Leonie MacKintosh’s plimsoll on her table.

“Definitely Becky. I want him to feel as embarrassed as I was when I saw his name on the list that Monday morning.” She opened her hockey bag and pulled out the canes she had taken from the FCI.

Rebecca stopped and stared as she caught sight of the thick reformatory cane. Joanne saw her shocked reaction and placed it gently on the table.

“That’s what Kelli used on him.” She took the older woman’s right hand in her left and smiled.

“I want you to drive the punishment home with that,” Joanne smiled and returned to removing the last of the implements from the bags.

Once Peter had showered and dressed, he returned to Rebecca Mulligan’s living room and his eyes fell immediately on the collection of implements on the table in the corner of the room. He looked first at Miss Mulligan. Then at his girlfriend, Joanne. She simply nodded at Rebecca and smiled.

“Well, seen as it is my birthday, we may as well begin the celebrations. What do you think, Becky?” Joanne stood close to Peter Mitchell, her large breasts touching his chest.

“Oh yes, happy birthday, sweetie.” Rebecca smiled at the young couple.

“Right. Well, I’m going to have a shower and get dressed. While I’m gone, you will undress completely and then Miss Mulligan will get you ready for what’s coming your way. Do you understand, naughty?” Joanne looked up into her tall boyfriend’s eyes.

“Yes. Miss Joanne. I understand.” He replied.

At that moment, Peter Mitchell realised that this was it. Rebecca Mulligan was dressed in her long-sleeved pink blouse, knee-length black skirt and dark stockings. She had the top two buttons undone, allowing him to see the white bra she was wearing. Peter smiled awkwardly and watched Joanne leave the room, leaving him alone with the young music teacher.

“You can put your things on the back of my sofa. Fold everything up neatly, young man.” Rebecca watched as Peter walked close to her leather sofa and began to remove his clothes.

Miss Mulligan couldn’t help but watch the tall, attractive young man remove each item of clothing. Upstairs she could hear Joanne in the shower and tried to concentrate on something else, deciding to pick up some of the implements from her small dining table. She tapped Miss MacKintosh’s plimsoll against the palm of her left hand, not taking her eyes off Peter Mitchell for a second. Once he was standing there naked before her, Rebecca Mulligan moved close to him, so close, that the cold buttons of her pink blouse rubbed against his naked skin. Her breasts pushed against him as she breathed heavily.

“Go and stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall with you hands on your head, you naughty boy.” Rebecca liked Peter Mitchell and it was hard for her to stop herself from laughing as she tried to be strict with him.

Peter Mitchell was nearly ten inches taller than Rebecca Mulligan and he looked down at her before turning and heading into the corner that she had pointed to. He turned around and faced the wall and placed his hands on his head, standing there in silence. The music teacher could feel that she was becoming hot and increasingly turned on and walked over to where Peter stood, standing close behind him. Miss Mulligan licked her lips. As she watched the twenty-year-old undress she had seen that his cock was fully erect and pointing out in front of him proudly. The young woman began to run her hands up and down Peter’s cool bottom, then the backs of his legs, then up and down his back and then finally, she touched his cock and squeezed it gently, smiling as she heard him let out a quiet, satisfied, moan.

Rebecca Mulligan was enjoying herself and spent the time that she was alone with Peter stroking him all over with her long, red-painted finger nails. Peter Mitchell stood there, not saying a word, letting out the occasional moan with pleasure. He could smell Rebecca’s perfume and the scent seemed to become stronger as they both grew increasingly turned on. The young Head of Music stopped as she heard Joanne making her way down the stairs and Rebecca moved away from Peter and stood by the table, studying the variety of implements laid out before her. Joanne appeared in the living room a second later. She was dressed in a thin, silky, navy blue dress with thin white pinstripes which ran the whole length of the dress. Miss Mulligan smiled as she noticed the perfect white lines were slightly distorted when they reached Joanne Wilson’s large and shapely breasts.

“Right, Becky. Are we ready to begin?” Joanne smiled as she looked over at Peter who was stood, with hands on head, facing the wall.

Rebecca Mulligan adjusted the sleeves of her blouse, revealing her lower arms and nodded at the younger woman. She busied herself by thinking about the implements that she would use across Peter Mitchell’s bottom. Joanne walked across to where her boyfriend was standing in silence and paused for a few moments before she spoke.

“Well, just like I said weeks ago Peter you’re going to be punished to show you just exactly who is in charge in our relationship.” She stroked his back gently with her left hand, smiling as she looked down and saw his erection.

“However, because its my birthday today I wanted a special present and Miss has agreed to give me that special present.” Joanne deliberately pushed her sizeable breasts against her boyfriend’s back.

“Becky is going to punish you severely while I sit in the kitchen and listen. Only once she is satisfied will you have my total forgiveness for what you did in the summer. Is that understood?” Joanne Wilson stroked Peter’s cheek gently and smiled.

“Yes Miss.” Peter Mitchell moved his head slightly to look at his girlfriend.

“I make the rules in our relationship and you need to realise that.” She continued stroking his cheek with her left hand and placed her right hand firmly around his erect penis.

“You will do whatever Rebecca asks you to do and you will take what she gives you with no fuss. Is that understood Peter Mitchell?” Joanne squeezed her boyfriend’s cock harder and he winced.

“Yes Miss Joanne. I’ll do what Rebecca and you tell me.” The tall young man exhaled heavily as his girlfriend released her grip on his penis.

As Joanne Wilson stood behind her boyfriend for a few moments rubbing her hands all over his naked body, Rebecca Mulligan picked up one of her dining room chairs and moved her coffee table to one side. She placed the high-backed wooden chair in the centre of the room and sat down, ironing the creases from her knee-length skirt with her hands. She adjusted the sleeves of her pink blouse once more and took a deep breath. She smiled as Joanne turned and looked over at her. They nodded to one another before the younger woman walked to the table, picked up her mobile phone and left the room.

Rebecca Mulligan sat in silence for a few moments, thinking to herself about what she was about to do and about what implements she would use on Peter’s bottom. Although she had become relatively confident in administering corporal punishment to her students at school, Rebecca was unsure about how severe Joanne wanted her to be when dealing with Peter Mitchell. She took a deep breath and looked over to the implements on the table. She would hand spank him for as long as she could before using the clothes brush, the plimsoll and Jasmine Storey’s American paddle. To ensure that the punishment was as severe as Joanne had requested, Miss Mulligan would strap the young man with the Canadian prison strap before finishing him off with a caning.

The young music teacher sat back in the chair and took another deep breath. She was sweating and extremely aroused. She pushed her knees together and cleared her throat quietly.

“Peter. Turn around. Take your hands off your head and come here.” She said as firmly as she could.

The twenty-year-old obeyed immediately and was soon standing to Rebecca Mulligan’s right-hand side. He towered over Rebecca, who was sitting on the chair and she looked up at him.

“Right. Now bend right over my lap and place your hands flat on the floor. Don’t make a fuss or I’ll make it worse for you young man. Do you understand?” She moved back and watched as Peter lowered himself into position over her knees.

“Yes. Miss Mulligan.” Peter Mitchell gently positioned himself over Rebecca’s black-skirted knee, placing his fully erect penis against Rebecca’s right thigh.

The twenty-eight-year-old Music teacher placed her left hand on Peter’s back and began to rub his bare bottom with her right hand. Peter Mitchell did not say a word as Rebecca continued to massage his buttocks and thighs. He just about managed to remain silent as she slipped her right hand between his legs and stroked his cock and balls. Aware that Joanne was sitting in her kitchen next door, Rebecca Mulligan decided to begin the punishment. She gave the muscular bottom lying before her one last rub before raising her small right hand high in the air, pausing for a second before bringing it down with a loud “smack!” a second later.

Rebecca looked down at Peter, who showed hardly any reaction to her small right hand landing across the centre of his bottom. She smiled as she raised her hand once again and brought it down with a satisfying “smack” on Peter Mitchell’s right bum cheek. Again, hardly no reaction. Miss Mulligan paused and brushed her right hand through her shoulder length brown hair. She placed her hand on the exposed bottom lying before her and rubbed it gently. She heard Peter moan with pleasure and smiled to herself.

“You naughty, naughty boy.” Rebecca said softly, breathing in deeply before resuming her onslaught.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Miss Mulligan slapped every inch of Peter Mitchell’s muscular bottom. Rebecca slapped slow and hard, ensuring that the young man lying over her lap felt every slap. She alternated between left and right buttock, giving the increasingly hot bottom in front of her the occasional soothing rub. The young teacher then began to slap Peter’s thighs and the backs of his legs. This produced the desired effect as he began to squirm and wriggle around on Rebecca’s lap in a futile attempt to escape her hard hand. Miss Mulligan smiled and simply held Peter tighter with her left hand, pulling his naked body further into her pink cotton blouse.

To finish the first part of his punishment, Rebecca Mulligan administered a rapid-fire hand spanking for about three minutes. She slapped fast and as hard as possible, pausing twice to re-position the young man lying helpless across her knees. Once satisfied, she paused and placed her warm right hand on Peter’s lower back. She sat back in the chair and looked down at the red bottom lying before her. As she moved around on the seat of the chair she felt that Peter Mitchell still had an erection and Becky smiled.

“Up you get and fetch me the wooden clothes brush.” She lifted her arms and watched as Peter struggled to his feet.

Within a minute, he was standing next to her, holding the ebony-backed hairbrush, which had come from Jasmine Storey’s impressive collection of implements.

“Back over my knee young man.” Rebecca instructed gently and watched as Peter carefully re-took his position over her lap.

She held Joanne’s boyfriend down with her left hand and rubbed his exposed bottom with the wooden backed brush. Rebecca could feel Peter Mitchell prodding against her right leg with his erect penis and this was her signal to raise the brush above her head and bring it down with a satisfying “thud!” across Peter’s right bum cheek.

This certainly had the desired effect as Peter squirmed and Rebecca had to use all her weight and strength to hold him in place.

“Now, now, Peter. No fuss.” She raised her voice slightly and watched as the tall young man tried to regather his composure.

A minute later, Rebecca Mulligan began to spank him as hard as she physically could with the nasty ebony-backed clothes brush. She laid out fifty smacks across each buttock and amazed herself at how well she managed to hold the squirming man across her lap. The young teacher could see the dark red colour which had become evident as Peter Mitchell’s bottom became increasingly bruised and sore.

“Are we crying yet, Peter?” Miss Mulligan asked soothingly.

“No Rebecca.” Peter had tears in his eyes, but he was determined not to cause a fuss.

Rebecca smiled and stroked Peter’s shaven head with the bristles of the brush.

“Well, Miss Rebecca needs to change that, doesn’t she?” The Head of Music raised the brush once more and out of Peter’s view aimed for the backs of his legs.

“Thud!” The brush ignited a fire high up on Peter’s right thigh.

The twenty-year-old student squirmed, but Rebecca held him tightly. She continued to smack his thighs alternately, deliberately catching him in the crease between buttock and thighs. Rebecca Mulligan was beginning to relax and enjoy herself as she wrapped out countless smacks with the nasty brush. By the time she stopped, and threw the brush on the floor, Peter Mitchell was crying. Rebecca was sweating through her blouse and had felt the dampness on her skirt. Joanne’s boyfriend was also enjoying himself too she thought.

“Up!” She sat back and watched as Peter got to his feet awkwardly.

She tutted loudly as his still erect penis touched her arm.

“Naughty boy!” Rebecca smiled as she stroked the eight-inch member standing inches from her face.

“Over my table and stick that bottom right out.” Miss Mulligan pointed to her table where the implements were and watched as Peter obeyed slowly.

The young music teacher placed her hands on her skirt and immediately felt the dampness. Mostly from Peter, but some was of her own making. She was extremely turned on and would have to make her excuses once this was all over so that she could go and masturbate. Becky got to her feet and smiled as she saw Peter bent over her table. She wasted no time in walking over to the table and picking up Leonie MacKintosh’s size ten “Enforcer.”

“Let’s see if I can spank you harder than Miss MacKintosh.” Rebecca said softly as she tapped the plimsoll against the red and sore bottom before her.

“Thud!” The first smack caught Peter Mitchell in the centre of his bottom.

Rebecca paused and thought about how many smacks she would give Joanne’s boyfriend and where she would aim to land the nasty plimsoll.

“Thud!” Leonie’s shoe kissed Peter on his right buttock, just above his thigh.

Rebecca paused and watched as the young man swayed and struggled to hold his position. She laughed as she realised that Peter Mitchell was crying uncontrollably.

“Thud!” His left buttock got the same treatment.

Again, the young Head of Music paused, allowing Peter some time to recover.

“Thud!” Miss Mulligan caught the athletic young man once again on the right bum cheek, this time a little higher than the previous smack.

Becky took a deep breath and readjusted her pink blouse. She then moved close to Peter and placed her left arm around him to secure him in place. She then spent the next fifteen minutes spanking him with the solid leather shoe, ensuring that she concentrated on his lower buttocks and thighs, just as Leonie MacKintosh did when reminding her students not to forget their PE kits in future.

Peter Mitchell was crying and sobbing, and Miss Mulligan did feel sorry for him. However, she had made a promise to Joanne and so she pushed on with the punishment. She replaced the plimsoll on the table and picked up Jasmine Storey’s American-style holed wooden paddle. Rebecca took a moment to rub the burning hot bottom in front of her and to allow Peter Mitchell a chance to calm down. She began to tap the sixteen-inch long paddle gently against Peter’s bottom.

“How many of these did we give Miss Manson Peter?” She continued to tap the paddle against his bottom.

Peter took a moment to answer.

“Twenty-four Rebecca.” He struggled to say in between the sniffs and sobs.

Rebecca Mulligan found herself taking up the feet apart stance that she had seen many colleagues take when they were punishing misbehaving students.

“Then that’s what you shall receive young man.” She drew it back and pushed Peter down into the table with her other hand.

The paddle whistled through the air and landed with an extremely loud “thud!” a second later.

Peter Mitchell tried to stand up, but Rebecca used all her strength to push him back down into her dining table.

“Not a fuss young man or I’ll give you extra.” The young teacher said quietly.

Once Peter Mitchell had calmed himself and re-positioned himself, Rebecca slowly, and deliberately laid out each of the twenty-four swats, wincing as she saw the impact that Ms. Storey’s prized possession had on Peter’s bottom. Once completed, she placed the wooden paddle on the table and reached over for the Canadian Prison strap that Joanne had brought from the Female Correction Institute.

Miss Mulligan waited for a few moments to allow Peter to recover and, to help her to decide how to administer this part of the punishment. From the kitchen she could hear Joanne boiling the kettle and paying absolutely no attention to what was being done to her boyfriend.

“Right, young man. Get up and go and lie over the arm of my sofa.” Becky pointed with the strap which she held in her right hand.

Joanne’s boyfriend struggled to his feet and paused for a moment in front of Becky Mulligan. She could see that his erection was finally beginning to disappear.

“Shame.” She thought to herself and unintentionally licked her lips.

Slowly, Peter Mitchell walked over to the sofa and bent right over, he rested his hips on the arm of the sofa, raising his bottom in the air. Once settled he grabbed hold of one of Rebecca’s cushions and buried his head deep into it. Out of his sight, Rebecca Mulligan walked around and stood to Peter’s left-hand side. She measured the nasty piece of leather out across the red and sore bottom lying before her and took a deep breath. She tapped the strap against the exposed bottom and took the long strap back over her right shoulder, bringing it down a second later with an extremely loud “slap!”

Peter Mitchell pushed his head further into the cushion and the pain caused his legs to kick up. Miss Mulligan simply waited until he was calm and then took the thick, holed leather strap back behind her right shoulder once again before sending it hurtling towards Peter’s bottom once again, it’s journey ending with another loud “slap!”

It took the young Head of Music fifteen minutes to administer the twenty-four strokes with the strap. Rebecca shook her head as she heard Peter sobbing into her cushion. She wanted to stop long before this, but she had promised Joanne that the punishment would be a no nonsense one to show Peter Mitchell that Joanne was in charge in their relationship. If he failed to do as she wished, then he would be in serious trouble. Becky returned the strap to her table and selected Joanne’s cane. It was unlike anything she had used before.

Joanne Wilson had insisted that her friend should use the thick reformatory cane that she had brought from the FCI. This was the same kind of cane with which Kelli Seagrave had administered the four strokes Peter had been sentenced to for being drunk and disorderly during the summer holiday. Miss Mulligan laid the three-foot long cane across the already sore and bruised bottom before her.

“Nearly there, Lovely.” Rebecca began to tap the cane gently against Peter’s bottom.

“Twenty-four strokes and then we’re done.” She smiled to herself. She would be glad when this was completed.

At that moment, Rebecca Mulligan noticed that Joanne was standing in the doorway watching her. She smiled at her and then went back to concentrating on the final part of the punishment. Once satisfied with her stance, with where her stroke would land and with how to swing the heavy cane, she drew it back and took a breath before bringing it down hard on Peter’s bottom.

“Thwack!” He squirmed on the sofa, letting out a muffled scream into the cushion.

“Thwack!” Rebecca landed a second stroke across the centre of the bottom lying over her leather sofa.

She looked over at Joanne who simply continued smiling at her. Miss Mulligan returned her full attention to the punishment and spent the next fifteen minutes wrapping out the final twenty-two strokes of the punishment. Once she had finished, she wasted no time in placing the cane on her table and jogging upstairs to her bathroom where she took out some wipes, cream and plasters. A moment later, Becky was back in the living room and cleaning up Peter Mitchell’s bottom. He hadn’t moved but she could hear his muffled sniffs and sobs.

Rebecca carefully wiped his red and bruised bottom with the cooling wipes before squirting some cream into her right hand. She gently massaged it into Peter’s bottom and watched as Joanne busied herself cleaning the implements with surgical spirit. The ladies said nothing as Becky finished rubbing the cream into Peter’s bottom and thighs. She placed three small plasters over small cuts which had appeared during his punishment.

Once she had finished, the two women spent a while sorting out the implements and returning them to the correct bags. Joanne took Rebecca by the hand and pulled her close, kissing her on the mouth.

“Thank you, Rebecca. That was amazing.” Joanne smiled as Miss Mulligan smiled and returned the kiss.

“I can’t say that it was easy for me sweetie, but I did promise you I guess.” They embraced and held each other for a few moments.

“Right, Peter. Get up and look at Becky.” Joanne instructed and watched as her boyfriend slowly, and awkwardly, got to his feet.

“I want you to thank Becky for the punishment.” Joanne Wilson smiled at Rebecca Mulligan.

Peter rubbed the tears from his eyes and looked down at Rebecca.

“Thank you for my punishment Rebecca.” The tall young man smiled awkwardly.

“I want you to go into the bedroom and stand facing the bed. Is that understood?” Peter Mitchell’s girlfriend pointed towards the stairs with her left hand.

“Yes Joanne.” He said quietly as he headed for the door.

Joanne waited for Peter to leave the room and listened to the sounds coming from upstairs as the floor boards creaked as her boyfriend did as she had told him. She took hold of Rebecca’s right hand and pulled the older woman close. The red-haired young lady kissed Miss Mulligan full on the mouth once more, this time letting her tongue wander into Rebecca’s open mouth. Becky was shocked, but the fact that she was so aroused made her respond and place her small hands around Joanne’s large breasts.

“Let’s go to the bedroom Miss.” Joanne smiled as she gently led the older woman out of the living room and up the stairs, kissing and touching her all the way.

Once they reached the landing, Miss Mulligan stopped and smiled at Joanne.

“I’m so turned on, Jo.” She looked inside the spare room, noticing Peter standing there with his hands on his head.

“Me too Becky.” Joanne began working on the buttons of Rebecca’s blouse as they entered the bedroom.

The girls paused for a moment and they smiled as they noticed that Peter had realised what they had been doing. Rebecca Mulligan lay down on the bed and busied herself removing her blouse and skirt. Joanne stood facing her boyfriend. She touched him gently and smiled as she saw that his erection had returned. She put her arms around him and held him close, reaching down and touching his red-hot bottom with her cool hands.

“We’re now going to conclude your punishment.” Joanne kissed him softly on his left cheek before pulling away and stripping off.

Behind her, Rebecca Mulligan had slipped out of her tights, bra and knickers and lay on the bed watching the young couple.

“I’m going to have sex with Becky and you’re going to watch.” She ran her fingers over his erect cock.

“You stand there and watch. If you do or say anything I’ll give you another dose with the reformatory cane. Is that understood?” Joanne Wilson laughed as she watched the shocked expression spread across her boyfriend’s face.

“Yes. Miss Joanne.” Peter Mitchell tried to hide his shock.

“And if you’re a good boy, maybe we’ll let you join in.” Joanne let his penis go and jumped on the bed and between Rebecca’s open legs.

The two ladies kissed and touched each other. Joanne toyed with Rebecca’s small breasts and kissed and sucked gently on her nipples. Miss Mulligan, fondled Joanne Wilson’s large breasts and placed her fingers inside Joanne’s wet pussy. Softly and slowly, she massaged the twenty-one-year-old’s clit, smiling as the young woman moaned loudly with pleasure. Within minutes, Joanne had climaxed and began returning the favour to Rebecca.

The young Head of Music continued kissing, fondling and sucking Joanne’s breasts before staring at Peter who was watching them. At that moment, Joanne rubbed her clit and she began moaning loudly with pleasure. Within minutes, the two women had collapsed in each other’s arms on the bed, continuing to play with one another.

“Peter. Come here and lie next to Becky.” Joanne instructed.

Peter Mitchell slowly removed his hands from his head and knelt at the bottom of the bed, waiting until the ladies had made room for him to lie in between them.

“Becky wants to give you a present, don’t you Miss?” Joanne looked lovingly at both of them.

Miss Mulligan said nothing as Peter lay in between them. She sat up and moved to the bottom of the bed, taking Peter Mitchell’s large cock in her hands, slowly moving it back and forwards. The young man began breathing heavily as Joanne began stroking his bare chest with her fingers. At the other end of the bed, Rebecca placed the large cock in her warm mouth and began licking and sucking the length of Peter’s shaft.

Within moments, Peter’s breathing became heavy and with one shudder he came in Rebecca Mulligan’s mouth. The young lady smiling as the hot liquid slid down her throat. Once it was all out, she collapsed back on the bed and watched as Joanne kissed her boyfriend.

After about an hour of touching and teasing each other, the friends got up from the bed and got dressed, eventually making their way back into Rebecca Mulligan’s living room. Once they had all calmed down, Rebecca and Peter gave Joanne Wilson her birthday presents. They then headed into town for a meal and drinks. Once they had returned home that evening, Joanne allowed her boyfriend to have sex with her. Everything was back to the way it should be. Peter Mitchell once again knew his place in their relationship.

Joanne Wilson had made it quite clear how she would deal with any future misbehaviour or letting her down. The matter of his punishment for being drunk and disorderly had been dealt with and they could move on. A bonus had been sleeping with her lovely ex-Form Mistress, Rebecca Mulligan. Joanne smiled. It had been the perfect birthday. Next door, Rebecca Mulligan tried to masturbate under her bed clothes as quietly as she could. She loved Joanne very much but perhaps she would have to see if she could get Peter’s impressive penis inside her one day.