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After her meeting with Ms. Storey that lunchtime and on hearing that the strict young deputy headmistress was going to allow Rebecca Mulligan to carry out her plan to deal with Miss Manson, the head of Music at St Katherine’s School did not hang around for long after the end of the school day. Once she had taken the full school orchestra for their after-school practice she returned to the Music office, packed her bag and hurried to her car. She arrived home just after 5 pm and decided that she would text Joanne Wilson and tell her that she had managed to persuade Jazzmine Storey to do something about Miss Manson for what she had been up to.

Although she normally was very strict with herself about what she ate and drank during the week, Rebecca walked over to the cupboard in her living room and brought out a bottle of red wine. She opened it and poured herself a large glass, taking a sip as she looked through her collection of takeaway menus. She quickly settled on ordering Chinese food and placed the menu on the table along with her wine glass. The young teacher then picked up her mobile phone, found Joanne Wilson’s number and tapped out a text message.

“Spoke to Ms. Storey today. She is going to do something about Miss Manson. Please text me as soon as you can. Becky xx”

She didn’t expect the ex-head girl at St Katherine’s School to reply immediately so she ordered her takeaway before sorting out her bag for the next day at school. Once her meal had arrived she wasted no time in eating it, before showering and lounging around in her pyjamas and dressing gown on her leather sofa. At about 7.45pm the message that she had been waiting for arrived with a beep, her mobile phone vibrating on the wooden coffee table in front of her.

“Hi Miss. Sorry for not replying sooner – have been busy today and have just picked up your message. What did you say to Ms. Storey to get her to do something? What’s going on? Jo xx”

Rebecca walked into her kitchen and waited for her kettle to boil so that she could make her evening cup of tea. Once her kettle had boiled and switched itself off with a loud “click”, she placed a teabag in her mug and filled it with the boiling water. She stood and waited and decided to reply to Joanne. She walked back to her living room and took her phone from the arm of her sofa. She sat on the end of the sofa and tapped out her reply.

“I think she was so shocked to find that it was genuine. She saw the original from Miss Manson’s desk. She spoke to the Head Mistress and was told that she can deal with things. I told her about a great way to teach The Bitch a lesson x”

She returned to the kitchen and made her cup of tea, which she carried back into the living room. She placed it on her coffee table and smiled as her phone beeped again.

“And what is your plan, Miss?”

Rebecca Mulligan smiled and thought about what she was going to say. She sipped at her hot cup of tea and slowly began typing her reply.

“Well I think that she should face a punishment like Peter and yourself had to face – so unfairly.”

The reply was immediate.

“OMG – That is so cool Miss. So, is Ms. Storey going to cane the nasty Bitch then?”

The young music teacher smiled.

“No. Not exactly. That’s not how my plan works, Sweetie xx”

She exhaled heavily as her phone beeped.

“??? Please do tell Miss.”

Rebecca got to her feet and drained her cup of tea. She went and placed her empty cup in the kitchen sink before checking that she had turned everything off. She took her phone and made her way upstairs and to her bedroom where she removed her dressing gown and placed it on the chair in the far corner of her bedroom. Miss Mulligan then pulled back the duvet and sheets on her bed and lay down slowly, pulling the covers over her. Once settled, she replied to Joanne’s message.

“No. I thought that seen as Peter and yourself suffered due to her nastiness then it should be you who deal with her. Ms. Storey agrees and maybe we could do this during the inset day we have next Friday?”

Her phone beeped within seconds.

“OMG – you are wicked Miss! I’d love to beat her backside and get some revenge.”

Rebecca smiled.

“Well Ms. Storey is up for it as long as you can make next Friday.”

Miss Mulligan snuggled into her pillow and wrapped her bedclothes around her, breathing gently when the reply came.

“We’ll definitely be there Miss. But I guess we need to meet up first and talk over what we’re going to do. If you want Pete to be involved too then he’ll need to learn how to punish as he’s never done anything like that before. Not sure he’ll be any good.”

The young teacher smiled and texted back.

“Well, I guess if you’re both free this weekend then we could meet up and maybe you could teach both of us how to punish properly – I’m not the best at doing it either xx”

The reply was almost instant.

“That would be great and you’re more than welcome to visit us – can even stay in Pete’s room seen as he always sleeps in mine. But I don’t know if I could teach you how to punish, Miss.”

Rebecca Mulligan laughed and replied.

“I definitely think that you could. I just feel uncomfortable about doing that kind of thing and prefer giving detentions. Maybe you could show me too how a real punishment is administered.”

The young music teacher grimaced at her text, but it was too late. She had already sent it.

“Sure Miss. But maybe you could learn from some of the nastiest teachers at school Miss – like Ms. Storey. Or Miss MacKintosh. Or Mrs. Walsh or Miss Cowden. I’m sure that they would be able to show you how to punish properly xx”

Rebecca Mulligan thought carefully about this. She did want to learn how to punish properly. Wanting to know how to hand spank so that she didn’t hurt her own hand in the process. Perhaps she could invite someone who had more experience in administering corporal punishment to join her that weekend.

“How would you feel if I got someone who knew what they were doing to come with me this weekend. Are you okay if Ms. Storey came with me? Or Miss MackIntosh? Or Mrs. Carey xx”

The young teacher was just dozing when the reply arrived on her phone with a surprisingly loud beep.

“That would be good Miss, but I don’t want Storey to come here. I don’t think that I could face her after being punished by her. Let me know what happens and hopefully I’ll see you on Friday or Saturday. Have a good week. Love you Miss xx”

Rebecca smiled and sent a final message.

“Okay. I’ll see what I can arrange and let you know either tomorrow or when I’m on my way on Friday. Maybe I’ll surprise you. I’ll make sure that I bring some of Ms. Storey’s implements with me, so you can teach me what to do. Sleep well gorgeous xx”

As she turned over her phone beeped once again, and she picked it up, looking at the message before throwing her phone back onto her bedside table.

“NOT Storey! Looking forward to seeing you and teaching you how to punish a naughty bottom properly. Soooo excited about getting to give Miss Manson a good seeing to. Speak later. Joanne xx”

The next day, Wednesday, Rebecca spent most of her day thinking about who to ask about coming with her to visit Peter and Joanne. It wasn’t until last thing in the day that she had decided and nervously approached Leonie MacKintosh, the uber-strict head of girls’ PE at St Katherine’s School. Miss Mulligan had been walking across the reception area, near the main entrance to the school, when she had noticed Leonie asking for the Punishment Record which was kept there. She had smiled to herself seeing as Miss MacKintosh seemed to always be there, recording punishments that she had administered to male and female students for forgetting their kit or misbehaviour in PE lessons.

“Hi, Miss MacKintosh. Busy day?” Rebecca smiled as Leonie finished writing her entries and then looked up at her.

“Tell me about it. Had such a workout today due to my useless department not being able to discipline naughty students themselves.” She smiled and handed the hard-backed book over to the receptionist, Naomi Andrews.

“Have you got a minute?” Miss Mulligan said softly.

“Sure. My office or yours?” The older woman stared at the head of Music, who was a good six inches shorter than her.

“Mine. Let’s get a coffee first. I have a favour to ask of you.” She smiled and headed towards the staff room.

“Ooh. You’ve got me intrigued, Miss.” Leonie followed her and walked into the large staff room, Rebecca holding the door for her.

Once the ladies had their cups of coffee, they headed down the corridor and walked the short distance to Rebecca’s small office. She unlocked the door and walked inside, sitting down on her comfortable chair. Leonie MacKintosh struggled to move around in the small room, which was nowhere near as big as her own office in the new PE block. She shut the door behind her and struggled into Rebecca’s visitors’ chair.

“God, how do you punish anyone in here, Bex?” Miss MacKintosh shook her head in mock disgust.

“I don’t tend to punish my classes like that, Leonie. I think I’ve only ever done it twice and I really felt uncomfortable about doing it,” she replied.

Leonie MacKintosh exhaled heavily.

“I’m not surprised you felt so uncomfortable, Bex – there’s not enough room in here to swing a size-ten plimsol!” She laughed at her own reference to her prized leather plimsol which was commonly referred to as “The Enforcer” by staff and students at the school.

Rebecca laughed and tried to ignore the fact that Leonie called her Bex. She really hated that but knew that the older woman did this to every other member of staff too. It was best just to let it go over her head. Besides, she needed a favour from Leonie MacKintosh, who she saw as her only option in this situation. Leonie would probably be only too happy to teach her how to punish properly.

“So, what can I do for you?” the older woman asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“I need you to teach me how to administer corporal punishment properly,” Rebecca said softly.

“Really?” Leonie MacKintosh stared at her.

“Yes. But it's not what you think.” Miss Mulligan took a mouthful of coffee and leaned forward in her chair, placing her cup on her desk.

“Oh. Do tell.” Leonie MacKintosh smiled and watched Rebecca Mulligan, who looked embarrassed.

The head of Music began to play with her hands nervously. She began to doubt whether Leonie really was the best choice for the job. However, she soon reflected that the other people whom she could ask would probably refuse to help her. Some were probably good friends with Miss Manson and she couldn’t risk that. At least she knew that Leonie didn’t have much time for her either, seeing as she always seemed to be given a cover lesson when Miss Manson phoned in sick which was a regular occurrence.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Rebecca told Miss MacKintosh about Miss Manson’s unofficial Punishment File, which she had discovered in the history teacher’s desk drawer that previous Friday. She told an increasingly interested PE Mistress about Ms. Storey’s reaction and the fact that she agreed to Rebecca’s plan to teach Miss Manson a lesson for her shocking conduct at St Katherine’s School. Leonie MacKintosh sat there in shock. For once, she was quite speechless at what she was hearing. Once Rebecca had finished her story and outlined her plan of action, the ladies sat and stared at one another in silence. It was Leonie who spoke first.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly, placing her left hand over her mouth for a moment before running it through her blonde hair.

“I knew there was something weird about the old cow. The kids in my Form class kept mentioning stuff but I could never catch it in full.” She shook her head.

“Wow! That’s a scandal indeed, isn’t it?” she laughed.

“It is. Ms. Storey reckons that by doing things this way we can keep it quiet and get rid of her.” Rebecca drained the last mouthful of coffee from her cup and replaced it on her desk.

“You could get Jazz to teach you how to punish, Becky. She’s really good and knows how to use all the implements properly.” She drained her own cup of coffee and placed it on Rebecca’s desk.

“I’m only good with the plimsol and the hairbrush really. I don’t use the cane too often, although Sarah does. She could show you, I guess.”

Rebecca Mulligan smiled at the mention of Sarah Russell, who had joined St Katherine’s at the same time as her. They were the same age and were good friends. Unlike herself, Sarah had no issues in laying on a dose of corporal punishment if any of her students’ behaviour merited it. She had even asked the deputy headmistress, Ms. Storey to show her how to use the cane properly and Jazzmine had been only too happy to show her, spending time with her in the gym, caning cushions over the gym horse, until Sarah was confident enough to use it in her classes.

“I can’t ask Ms. Storey.” Miss Mulligan remembered about what Joanne Wilson had said that previous evening.

Leonie MacKintosh shot her a confused look.

“Why not? She’s the best at this kind of thing. You don’t become responsible for student behaviour if you can’t wield a cane or a strap properly, you know.”

Rebecca had to agree with her there, but still, she had promised Joanne, the ex-head girl, that she wouldn’t get her involved – yet.

“Joanne asked me to keep her out of it. Don’t think she has forgiven her for the punishment she received from her in her last year here.” She smiled.

“Ah yes. Joanne Wilson. She was nice.” Miss MacKintosh smiled.

“Not very sporty, but a lovely girl. So, she’s in on your plan too, Bex?” she asked with a wide smile on her face.

“Yes. In fact, I’m going down to see her in York where she’s at University this weekend.” Rebecca Mulligan smiled an awkward smile.

“Maybe you could come down with me and teach me there?” she asked more in hope than expectation.

The head of Girls’ PE sat for a moment in silence, thinking things over. She looked at Rebecca, who sat there, looking uneasy. She was playing with her long, dark hair. Then she was adjusting her long black skirt. Then she was playing with her hands. Leonie smiled. She liked Rebecca Mulligan a lot. She was quiet, unlike herself, but was kind and gentle and she knew that the students at the school generally liked her a lot. Even some of the naughtiest students at the school wouldn’t cause her trouble seeing as they knew how nice she was.

Miss MacKintosh decided that she would help her with her plan. Besides, she wouldn’t have thought of Rebecca Mulligan being the devious kind and she had to admit, she loved the fact that the outwardly shy music teacher could have hatched such a cunning plan.

“Okay, Sweetie. I’ll come with you. I’ll go and ask Jazz if I can borrow a few things from her office and meet you there early this Saturday.” She shot Miss Mulligan her friendliest smile.

“Thanks, Leonie. I really am grateful.” Rebecca smiled back.

“No worries. I’ve got no fixtures this weekend so may as well have a weekend away.” She got to her feet.

“York is a nice city and I haven’t been in years. Can I bring Charlotte?” She looked down at Rebecca.

“Charlotte?” Miss Mulligan asked, confused.

“My girlfriend. She is naughty, and I keep her in line by spanking her at home. Maybe we could use her as our life model?” she laughed.

“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked, getting to her feet.

“Well, you could use her bottom to learn how to punish.” Leonie MacKintosh smiled as the alarm went to signal the end of lessons that day.

“Wouldn’t she mind?” the young music teacher asked, staring at Leonie who continued laughing.

“I honestly think that she’d prefer it. I spank her every other day with my hand and hairbrush and I know that she gets fed up with it so a punishment from you, sweetie, would be a welcome break for her.”

Rebecca thought about this for a moment. She didn’t even realise that Leonie was in a relationship with another woman. She would have to ask her friend, Sarah about this by text message later that evening. The young woman was also unsure about punishing someone who she had never even met before.

“Won’t she just refuse or even laugh at me?” she asked.

“No choice, Bex. If I ask her to bend over your knee, she’ll do it, or I’ll give her a harder punishment, and she knows it.” With that, she turned and opened the office door and walked away down the corridor.

The head of Music shook her head at the revelation that her friend Leonie was a lesbian and she made a mental note to text her friend, Sarah Russell, and find out more about the head of Girls’ PE and her girlfriend. Once again, she did not hang around too long after the end of school and was home by 4:45pm. She took her mobile phone from her bag and found the conversation that she had had with Joanne the previous evening before tapping out a message.

“Hi Sweetie. Its Becky. Just to let you know that I’m all set for the weekend. I’ll leave as soon as school finishes so should be with you at about 5. Hope you are well.”

Her phone beeped to signal a message within seconds of her placing it on the table.

“So, who’s going to teach you, Miss xx I’d love to show you how to put someone over the knee and smack their bottom.”

Rebecca smiled. She had to admit to herself that she wouldn’t mind finding out what it would be like to lie over Joanne Wilson’s strong knees and have her bottom smacked by the strong twenty-year-old.

“I’ve got someone who will drop in this Saturday if that’s okay.”

Her phone beeped and vibrated, and she opened the reply.

“Not Ms. Storey. I don’t think I can face her yet. I wouldn’t mind if it is Miss Coulson or Mrs. Carey. Or even Miss Williams.”

Rebecca smiled and slowly thought about her reply, checking it carefully before she pressed “send.”

“I never thought about Debbie – she was Peter’s Form Mistress in Sixth Form, wasn’t she? I don’t know Miss Coulson very well and Mrs. Carey wasn’t in today. No. I asked Miss MacKintosh x”

The reply took a few moments to arrive.

“Ouch, Miss! You really like to pick people who hit hard, don’t you? She uses that plimsol every day and we always reckoned she was trying to give every student in the school a taste of it. She’s nice enough though – I like her xx”

Rebecca Mulligan smiled in relief.

“Did you know that she has a girlfriend. Charlotte? They are both going to come down and Miss said that her girlfriend can be the one I practice on x”

The reply made Miss Mulligan laugh out loud.

“God, Miss. You mean that you didn’t know about her? Everyone knows about Leonie the lesbo! She likes to use her plimsol on the girls’ bottoms. No doubt she’s “the man” in their relationship with such a muscular body that she has x”

The young teacher replied.

“They’ll come down early on Saturday and then you can teach me how to punish properly – without hurting my hand. She’s going to bring some implements with her. We could go out on Friday night if you want to – really looking forward to catching up with both of you xx”

Joanne finished the conversation.

“That would be nice, Miss. I’ll see you then and will send my address to you too. I’ve got to go as I’ve got some work to finish for tomorrow. Love you Miss and thank you x”

Rebecca smiled and placed her phone on her coffee table. She was really looking forward to seeing Joanne Wilson and thought about asking her to spank her too when they met. In bed that night, she struggled to sleep and felt extremely turned on. She really wanted to have her bottom smacked by Joanne and tried to imagine what a spanking from the young lady would feel like. She eventually fell asleep at about two the next morning and dreamt about being naked and being bent over Joanne’s knee. The ex-head girl was wearing her St Katherine’s school uniform and she spanked Rebecca with her hand, slipper, paddle and clothes brush. The younger lady then masturbated Rebecca until she came. At that point, Rebecca Mulligan woke up and she cursed to herself.

At the end of school that Friday, Miss Mulligan was out of the door as soon as the alarm went to signal the end of last lesson. She was the first car out of the car park and headed straight for Joanne Wilson’s house in York. Joanne’s two other housemates were away that weekend and so it would give them the perfect opportunity to learn how to punish a bottom properly in readiness for what they were going to do to Miss Manson that following Friday. She really had thought about little else since Wednesday when Joanne had invited her to stay with her that weekend. She couldn’t stop thinking about being told to strip totally naked and then position herself over Joanne’s lap. Rebecca would see how things went with Joanne and then decide if she would ask her to spank her bottom just to find out what it felt like to be spanked.

Miss Mulligan arrived at Joanne Wilson’s student house just after 5.30pm and smiled as she saw the ex-head girl open the front door and stand, waiting for her. Rebecca got out of her car and closed her door before opening the boot and bringing out her small suitcase. She closed the boot quietly and locked her car, heading up the steps to where Joanne was waiting for her. As she reached the top of the steps, Joanne Wilson disappeared inside the house and Rebecca walked through the open front door and closed it gently behind her. Within seconds she was pulled towards the taller woman in a strong embrace. She even imagined that Joanne was squeezing her breasts with her hands.

“So lovely to see you, Miss. I didn’t reckon that you would come,” Joanne said loudly and excitedly.

Rebecca took a few moments to reply. Firstly, trying to think of the right thing to say to the ex-head girl and secondly, because she was enjoying being held by the younger woman. She could feel the dampness beginning to build between her legs.

“I promised you that I would. Plus, I need you to show me how to punish properly.” Rebecca smiled as she took a deep breath, enabling her to get a good smell of Joanne’s perfume and the lovely smell of her red hair.

“Can’t believe that Ms. Storey is going to let us do this, Miss. I can’t wait!” She smiled as the ladies let one another go.

Joanne Wilson walked away and towards the living room and Rebecca followed her. They sat down on the old sofa that was against the wall and looked at one another in silence for a few moments. Rebecca Mulligan decided immediately that she would ask Joanne to smack her bottom. She nervously brushed her long hair behind her ears and continued to smile at the younger woman, who sat there with her legs wide open. The young head of Music was tempted to ask her if she would go and dress in her old school uniform to make it a little more authentic but decided against it.

“I know. I thought that she would do nothing, but I think she was as shocked as I was on finding that file in the desk drawer. I am excited at the fact that I get to witness it too.” Rebecca placed her hands on her knee-length black skirt and hoped that Joanne couldn’t see how turned on she was.

“So, Miss. Are you going to spank her too?” Joanne Wilson asked, giggling.

“Hopefully. But I would like to ask you a favour first.” She stared into Joanne’s eyes.

“Yes, Miss. What is it?” The young lady moved around on the sofa next to where Rebecca Mulligan was sitting.

“Well. First of all, please call me Becky. We’re not at school anymore Joanne.” She smiled before looking down at her lap and then back to Joanne Wilson.

“And also, would it be possible for you to give me a spanking right now to show me what it is really like to take one.” She smiled nervously.

Joanne Wilson opened her mouth wide in shock and then placed her hands on her knees. She also was turned on by seeing Rebecca again and wanted to do much more than just spank her.

“Becky, I’m not sure. I mean, you’re older than me. Plus, I don’t have any implements here, so I could only use my hand on you.” She placed her right hand on top of Rebecca’s which were resting on her lap.

“Please. Just a quick over-the-knee spanking on my bottom to see what it feels like.” Rebecca Mulligan was almost insistent.

Joanne placed the fingers of her left hand across her mouth for a few moments and thought things over. She then looked over at her ex-form tutor and shook her head.

“Okay, Becky. A quick over the knee spanking before Pete gets home. Stand up and lower your pants,” she said softly.

Rebecca got to her feet and reached under her knee-length skirt and quickly pulled her white panties down to her ankles, slipping them off over her shoes and leaving them lying on the floor. Joanne shuffled around on the sofa until she was comfortable. She moved her arms out of the way and looked up at Rebecca, whose skirt covered her private parts.

“Okay, Miss – I mean Becky. Lay yourself over my knee.” She laughed as she watched Miss Mulligan gently lower herself into position across her knee.

Rebecca Mulligan rested her elbows on the arm of the chair and waited. Behind her, the younger woman placed her left hand on her lower back and began massaging her covered bottom with her right hand. It was an amazing feeling and Rebecca felt herself becoming wetter and wetter between the legs.

“Okay. I’m going to smack you over your skirt and then we’ll do some on your bare bottom. Are you okay with that?” Joanne Wilson asked softly, all the time rubbing Miss Mulligan’s expectant bottom.

“Yes please, Joanne.” The young teacher’s breathing became heavier as Joanne lifted her right hand.

It landed a second later across the centre of the bottom lying helpless in front of her with a muffled “smack!”. Rebecca hardly felt it through her black skirt, which covered her bottom and she lay there getting more and more excited as Joanne smacked her slowly and relatively gently for five minutes, pausing every so often and rubbing the bottom in front of her.

“How’s that, Rebecca?” she asked.

“Amazing, Joanne. Thank you.” Rebecca buried her head in her arms and could feel that she was close to orgasm.

“Great. So, now I’m going to smack you a dozen times on your bare bottom. I need you to lift up a little, so I can get your skirt out of the way.” The ex-head girl waited and watched as Rebecca Mulligan lifted her hips, allowing Joanne to pull her black skirt up and fold it neatly out of the way, exposing Rebecca’s small buttocks.

“Are you ready, Becky?” Joanne Wilson ran her fingernails over the older woman’s bottom and smiled to herself as she felt Rebecca orgasm over her lap. The older woman pushed herself deeper into Joanne’s jeans and breathed heavily.

Joanne gave her ex-form tutor time to enjoy herself before raising her right hand in the air and bringing it down with a loud, hard and satisfying “smack!” right in the centre of the bottom. She watched as the young teacher moved but then soon re-positioned herself over Joanne’s powerful knees. She rubbed the bottom again, and when she was satisfied that Rebecca Mulligan was ready, brought her hand down once more, landing it with another loud “smack!”

The dozen slaps took Joanne about ten minutes to administer. Partly because she really enjoyed watching Rebecca’s reaction and because she wanted to rub her bottom after each slap. Once she was finished she let Miss Mulligan lie there in silence, until she turned and looked at her.

“Thanks, Joanne. That was lovely.” She smiled.

“That’s a play-spanking, Becky. I used to dish out a million times worse at school.” She watched as Rebecca Mulligan carefully got up from her lap and bent down to retrieve her knickers from the floor.

“I really would like to find out what a proper punishment is like one day,” she said seriously as she stepped into her underwear and pulled them up, allowing her skirt to fall and cover them.

“You could ask Miss MacKintosh – or Ms. Storey!” she laughed.

“No, thanks. I think they’ll be a bit too much for me,” Rebecca Mulligan replied quietly and sat on the sofa next to Joanne.

A short time later, Peter arrived home and the three of them spent a while chatting about what had happened in the sixteen or so months since the young couple had left St Katherine’s School. Rebecca smiled to herself thinking about what a lovely couple that Joanne and Peter made as they sat holding hands on the battered old sofa in the living room. They decided against going out that evening, instead opting for a takeaway which they washed down with two bottles of wine that Rebecca had brought with her. Shortly after 11 pm, they headed up to bed and Miss Mulligan lay there for a while, listening to Peter and Joanne having sex in the room next door. She cursed to herself at the thought – she wanted to be having sex with the gorgeous Joanne.

The next morning, they made breakfast and awaited the arrival of Leonie MacKintosh. They were all quiet as they anticipated her joining them, not knowing what to expect from her. She arrived, along with her girlfriend, Charlotte at just after 11 am on that Saturday morning. Again, the conversation was about what had happened in their lives during the last sixteen months or so, but then suddenly shifted towards why Rebecca and Leonie were there that day. Miss Mulligan’s attention had been pretty much fixed on the two, long hockey-stick bags that Miss MacKintosh had carried into the house when she arrived.

“Right then, Bex and Peter. It’s about time you both received your first lesson in how to administer a proper spanking,” the tall head of PE announced and began unzipping her bags.

She slowly and deliberately, removed one item at a time, before placing each instrument on the kitchen table. First came the canes, which she had borrowed from Ms. Storey’s office, then the black plimsol, which Rebecca recognised immediately as Leonie’s prized size-ten “Enforcer.” Then the leather straps and tawses, followed by the clothes brush and bath brush. Finally, and most surprisingly, she reached down to the bottom of her bag and pulled out a large, varnished, American-style paddle with a set of eight holes in it.

Joanne and Rebecca looked confused and Leonie MacKintosh shook her head at them before bursting out into laughter.

“Jazz let me borrow this for the weekend. I really can’t wait to see what it can do and why she loves it so much!” She swished it loudly through the air before placing it with the other implements on the kitchen table.

The muscular young PE teacher thought to herself for a moment about what she was going to do. Once she had decided she slipped off her hoodie and placed it on the back of the chair. She pulled her tight white t-shirt out from her navy tracksuit bottoms and took a deep breath. Her perfectly formed breasts standing out proud under her t-shirt.

“Okay. I think that we should do it like this, people.” She smiled over at Joanne.

“I will get Rebecca to smack Charlotte here and then Peter, you can smack Charlotte once Becky has finished. How does that sound?” She reached over to the kitchen table and picked up the clothes brush.

“I don’t mind if Becky wants to smack me too.” Joanne smiled.

“Right then. Charlotte, go into the front room and take all your clothes off. We’ll join you in a minute and give you your punishment.” Miss MacKintosh shot her girlfriend an icy stare and the younger woman obeyed immediately, hurrying out of the kitchen.

Leonie MacKintosh said nothing, simply gathering up as many of the instruments of corporal punishment as she could carry in her large hands. Joanne picked up the canes and followed her. Rebecca and Peter stood in the kitchen for a few moments before joining the others in the living room. When they arrived, they could see that Charlotte Hudson had already removed her jumper and bra and was busily untying her shoes. Within a couple of minutes, she was totally naked in front of everyone, with her breasts proudly standing out and her unshaven vagina on display.

“Rebecca, go and sit on the sofa and make yourself comfortable.” Leonie smiled at her and the young music teacher looked first at Charlotte, then Leonie before sitting down in the middle of the sofa.

Rebecca opened her legs slightly and placed her hands on the knees of her black trousers. Miss MacKintosh walked over to her and placed the clothes brush and the bath brush gently on the arm of the sofa.

“Right, Charlotte. Over Rebecca’s lap and not a word.” She stared at her girlfriend, who obeyed immediately and without a sound.

Charlotte Hudson was three years older than Rebecca but was totally submissive. In her relationship with Leonie MacKintosh, it was Leonie who was in charge. She loved Charlotte very much, but their relationship was founded on domestic discipline and Charlotte Hudson knew that if she misbehaved or let Leonie down in any way, then she would be given a dose of corporal punishment to ensure that she did not misbehave in future.

Rebecca watched and leaned back, as dark-haired Charlotte lowered herself gently over her knees and buried her head in the cushion. Miss Mulligan placed both her hands on the young woman’s back and waited for her instructions. Leonie looked at the implements and placed more on the arm of the sofa next to Rebecca.

“Okay, Bex, you need to cup your hand slightly – like this.” She demonstrated with her right hand and smiled as Rebecca imitated her perfectly.

“Now, gently smack Charlotte’s bottom with your hand like that.” The head of Girls’ PE smiled as Rebecca’s small right hand came down with a surprisingly loud “smack!” right in the centre of Charlotte’s exposed buttocks.

Rebecca smiled as the bottom in front of her wobbled and then returned to its previous state. Leonie’s girlfriend did not utter a sound, simply lying there in silence.

“Give her fifty smacks, Miss, and remember to alternate them between her bum cheeks.” Miss MacKintosh laughed as she watched Rebecca slowly, and carefully, administer the fifty smacks.

Unlike her previous two attempts at giving a spanking, Rebecca Mulligan found that although her hand was warm, it did not hurt like it had on the previous occasions. Once she had completed this part of the punishment she saw that Leonie was holding out the small oval shaped, wooden-backed clothes brush, which she took in her small right hand.

“Now the clothes brush, which I hear was Joanne’s favourite thing at St Katherine’s.” The PE mistress looked over at Joanne Wilson, who was standing there laughing.

“It was, Miss – almost as much as you love The Enforcer!” Both women laughed.

“Okay, Becky. Now place the wooden side against the middle of the bottom and tap it a few times until you get comfortable.” She watched as, once again, Rebecca followed her instructions perfectly.

“Now. When you’re happy, lift it up, bring your arm totally straight so it's above your head,” Leonie instructed softly and smiled as Rebecca did exactly as she said.

“And then bring it down fast, so it lands on her bottom!” she spat out and watched as the brush came down in a second with a loud “thud!” across the right buttock of her girlfriend.

Charlotte Hudson moved initially at the impact of the nasty wooden brush on her bottom, but quickly moved back into position over Rebecca’s lap and buried her head deeper into the cushion that she was holding onto.

“Give naughty Charlotte twenty-four more smacks with it, Bex.” Miss MacKintosh walked over to where Joanne and Peter were standing and remained silent until Rebecca had administered the smacks as hard as she physically could.

Rebecca looked over at Leonie and then down at Charlotte, who kept her head buried deep into the cushion. She said nothing but knew that the older lady was sobbing loudly into the cushion. Rebecca Mulligan could also feel that they both were becoming increasingly aroused from the experience.

“Becky. Do the same with the bath brush there. Twenty-four smacks on her bottom.” Miss MacKintosh played with her long blonde hair as Rebecca picked up the long-handled bath brush and brought it down with a painful “thud!” across Charlotte’s already red and sore bottom in front of her.

After she had administered the twenty-four strokes to the red-hot bottom lying over her knees, Rebecca replaced the bath brush on the arm of the chair and looked up at Leonie, who was standing there with her arms folded across her chest. Miss Mulligan instinctively began to rub and soothe Charlotte, who was still lying there sobbing gently into the cushion on the sofa.

“Right. Now it’s Peter’s turn, so will you swap places, you two? Charlotte – get up!” The no-nonsense head of Girls’ PE watched as her girlfriend struggled to her feet and stood to face her.

Miss Mulligan stood and smiled as Peter Mitchell went and sat on the sofa. He looked uncomfortable and was avoiding looking at Charlotte, who stood at attention with everything on show.

“Joanne. Do you have a towel, please, because Charlotte sometimes has an accident during punishment and I don’t want her to pee all over the floor?” she said coldly.

“Sure, Miss.” Joanne turned and left the room, returning a moment or so later with a towel from the bathroom.

Leonie MacKintosh took the towel from her and handed it to Peter, who was sitting bemused on the sofa.

“Put this on your knee in case she wets herself.” Miss MacKintosh watched as Peter hurriedly placed it neatly over his jeans.

“Over you go, Charlotte.” She used her right hand to gently usher the woman towards Peter Mitchell.

The dark-haired lady slowly positioned herself again over the sofa and sank her head into the cushions. Once again, she was made to take a hand spanking and a dose with both the clothes brush and bath brush, until her girlfriend was satisfied. Once this was completed, she picked up Jazzmine Storey’s prized American-style paddle and walked over to the table in the opposite side of the living room.

“Come here, Charlotte.” She smiled warmly as she watched her girlfriend get up from Peter’s knees and walk across the room to face her.

“Bend over the table and spread your legs wide.” Leonie pointed with the nasty piece of wood that she held in her right hand.

Charlotte Hudson looked worriedly first at Joanne, then at Rebecca and then finally, at her girlfriend who was waiting, all the while tapping the paddle against the palm of her right hand.

“Peter, come here,” Miss MacKintosh instructed and waited as Peter Mitchell walked over to her.

“You played tennis, right?” She smiled.

“Yes, Miss.” the tall young man replied.

“Good. So, I want you to lay this out across her bottom and give her six full-force with your forehand.” Leonie MacKintosh stroked the dark hair of her girlfriend as she handed the thick paddle to Peter.

Peter Mitchell stood to Charlotte Hudson’s left-hand side as he touched the paddle flat against her already red and bruised bottom. He tapped it half a dozen or so times before drawing it back slightly and bringing it down across the centre of her bottom. It made a muffled “thud!” sound and he repeated this process five more times, careful not to hit the older woman too hard. Charlotte’s girlfriend smiled as she took the paddle from him and handed it over to Rebecca Mulligan.

“Six from you, Miss,” she said as she watched the young music teacher take up the position that Peter had held moments before.

Again, Rebecca laid her six swats out relatively gently and looked over at Joanne and Leonie. They were both playing with various implements, but it would be the cane that would be used next.

“Right, I think we can finish with a caning.” Leonie handed the red-handled kooboo cane to Peter, who studied it closely.

Joanne handed the white-handled dragon cane, like the one that Miss Storey had used on her bottom a while back, to Rebecca, who looked shocked.

“Okay. So, Rebecca, you are going to go into the kitchen and cane Joanne, while Peter canes Charlotte.”

“What?” Rebecca spat out.

“It's okay, Becky. I want you to cane me.” Joanne smiled as she took Rebecca’s left arm and started almost dragging her towards the kitchen.

Peter Mitchell was almost as shocked, but Leonie MacKintosh smiled at him and soon had him back on task.

“Right. Just like the paddle. Measure it out across the middle of the bottom and give yourself a few practice taps until you are comfortable with it,” she instructed and watched as the young man took up his position to Charlotte’s left-hand side once more.

Joanne and Rebecca stood in silence in the kitchen staring at one another for what seemed like an age. Rebecca had never expected Joanne to ask her to use the cane on her. She wanted it to be the other way around. In the silence, Joanne slipped off her shoes and unzipped her jeans, allowing them to drop to her ankles. She shot her ex-Form tutor a smile before pulling her knickers down and letting them rest on top of her jeans.

“Now, Miss. Please give me six of the best in the middle of my bottom for being a bad girl.” Joanne laughed as she turned around, placed her hands on the kitchen table and stuck her bottom out.

Rebecca sighed heavily and walked around to Joanne’s left-hand side. She laid the cane out in the middle of the bottom, awaiting her attention in front of her. She tapped the cane time and time again, not sure if she wanted to do this. Her train of thought interrupted by the sounds of the cane coming from the living room as Charlotte received twenty-four strokes from Peter.

“Go on, Miss. I want you to do it to me,” Joanne said softly, looking around at Rebecca.

“Okay, honey,” Miss Mulligan replied, lifting the cane from Joanne’s bottom.

She paused for a few seconds before bringing it down relatively gently against Joanne’s bottom, landing her first stroke expertly in the centre of the bottom with a loud “Thwack!”

Joanne Wilson did not move or make a sound and Miss Mulligan repeated the procedure, bringing the cane down once more with a “thwack!” slightly lower than where her first stroke had landed. Again, Joanne showed no reaction and the older woman focused on her next strokes.

“Thwack!” A neat red line appeared across the centre of Joanne Wilson’s bottom.

“Thwack!” The next stroke kissed her right buttock.

“Thwack!” Another stroke right across the centre of the bottom.

“Thwack!” A final stroke lower down, just above the crease between buttock and thigh.

The young teacher immediately placed the cane on the kitchen table and began rubbing and soothing Joanne’s bottom in front of her. The twenty-year-old remained bent over the table and allowed Rebecca to run her cool hands over her skin.

In the living room, Charlotte Hudson was putting her clothes back on and rubbing her sore bottom. Peter Mitchell had an erection in his trousers and forgot about that as he asked Leonie to give him his dose of “The Enforcer” that he had missed out on during his time at St Katherine’s School.

“Miss, would you give me six of the best with your plimsol?” he asked, looking longingly over at the shoe that the PE mistress was holding.

“Why? I only use it for bad behaviour or forgetfulness, lovely.” she replied, not aware that she had picked it up and was holding it in her right hand.

“I just want to feel what it is like, that’s all, Miss.” Peter looked down at his shoes in embarrassment.

“Charlotte. What does my plimsol feel like?” Miss MacKintosh said icily to her girlfriend, who was now fully clothed once again.

“Painful, Leonie. You won’t sit for days after a few smacks with it,” Charlotte Hudson said truthfully.

“Still, Miss. I’d like to feel what it is like,” he said, deliberately loosening his jeans and letting them fall to the floor.

Peter Mitchell then quickly dropped his boxer shorts so that Leonie and Charlotte could see the erection that he had. Miss MacKintosh, the Head of Girls’ PE at St Katherine’s smiled and decided that this fell into the category or misbehaviour and needed her attention. At that very moment, Joanne and Rebecca returned to the living room and saw Peter, naked from the waist down, penis pointing proudly at the ladies.

“He wants a slippering,” Leonie announced with a large smile across her face.

Rebecca Mulligan said nothing. She was shocked. Shocked at seeing the quite impressive size of Peter Mitchell’s penis, but also surprised at the fact that anyone would ask for a dose of Leonie MacKintosh’s plimsol. Joanne was shocked and thought about what to say. She loved Peter very much and had given him play spankings since they had lived together. She realised that perhaps allowing him to have a real punishment would mean that she wouldn’t have to do it to him in the future. She looked over at Peter. Then to Rebecca. And finally, across at Leonie MacKintosh, who was tapping the plimsol loudly against her right thigh.

“Six of the best, Miss.” Joanne nodded as she looked at her boyfriend.

Leonie MacKintosh immediately clicked into work mode. Gone was the nice Miss MacKintosh who was Rebecca Mulligan’s friend. Here was Leonie MacKintosh, head of Girls’ PE at St Katherine’s, faced with a disrespectful student. If he wanted a slippering, then a slippering he would receive.

“Bend over that table, boy!” She pointed with the size-ten plimsol.

Peter smiled unintentionally as he placed his hands on the wooden dining table and stuck his bottom out to receive the slipper from Miss MacKintosh.

“You may be laughing now, young man, but you won’t be in a few moments time after you’ve had this put across your arse!” She raised her voice and stood next to Peter, tapping his bottom, not so gently, with the large plimsol.

Out of Peter Mitchell’s view, Joanne and Rebecca moved to either side of the table over which he was bent, and placed their hands on his back to hold him in position. Leonie looked over at Joanne, who nodded to her and she drew the large leather plimsol back above her head and brought it whistling through the air until it landed across the crease in between Peter’s right buttock and thigh with a loud “thud!”

Peter tried to get up and struggled as the pain hit home, but he was held securely in place by his girlfriend and Miss Mulligan. As was her routine, Leonie MacKintosh did not allow the tall young man any time to regather his composure. She would usually take less than two minutes to administer half a dozen smacks to a deserving bottom in her office at school, and already had the plimsoll raised once more. As soon as she was set, it was sent through the air once again, landing with a “thud!” on Peter’s left bum cheek.

Again, he writhed and struggled, but was held down by the ladies. Miss MacKintosh smiled as she wasted no time in wrapping out the final four smacks across the creases in between Peter’s left and right buttocks and thighs. He would feel this for days afterwards and every time he bent over or tried to sit down he would be reminded of asking Leonie MacKintosh for six of the best with her nasty plimsol.

Joanne Wilson held her boyfriend for a moment, knowing that he was crying and sobbing. Eventually, she helped him to his feet and placed her arms around his neck, holding him closely. She noticed that his erection was still evident and led him by the hand up to her bedroom. Rebecca and Miss MacKintosh spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up and placing the implements back in the hockey bags. Once they had finished, they sat and chatted whilst they waited for the young couple to return.

After being initially told off by Joanne for asking for a dose of the plimsol, Peter was made to lie on her bed and she lay next to him, placing her warm right hand around his erect penis. The ex-head Girl slowly masturbated her boyfriend, allowing him to kiss her on the mouth and on her neck, which turned her on so much. Peter Mitchell placed his hands around his girlfriend’s breasts, which he squeezed through her top. Joanne Wilson concentrated on bringing her boyfriend to climax and smiled as she saw him cross his ankles. This was a sign that he was close to orgasm. She continued to move his large penis back and forth, varying how hard she did this until he groaned, and sperm shot from his cock.

She exhaled heavily and lay beside him for a few moments before reaching for some tissues and wiping up the sticky mess that had spread all over Peter’s stomach. Joanne kissed him again and they slowly checked their appearance before joining the others downstairs. Leonie shook her head at Peter and smiled at Joanne Wilson. She had heard the bed creaking upstairs as the two lovers had been playing. She would be making similar noises with Charlotte later that day once they got checked into their hotel.

After they had all calmed down, the group made their way into town, where they had lunch. Later that afternoon, Leonie and Charlotte checked into their hotel and left Rebecca, Joanne and Peter. The three of them spent the rest of the day drinking wine and talking about their lesson in corporal punishment. Peter was even quieter than usual, aware that he had angered his girlfriend by asking Miss MacKintosh to smack him with her plimsol. Joanne and Rebecca began to focus their attention on the Inset day at St Katherine’s the following Friday and how Rebecca’s plan would be carried out.

Rebecca got home late afternoon the next day and busied herself preparing for that last week of the first half-term of the year. Once she had her lessons planned and her lunch made for Monday, she relaxed on her sofa and thought about her lesson in corporal punishment. She felt a lot more comfortable doing it now and would ask her friend Sarah Russell if she could watch her at any time in that coming week when she was administering punishments. One thing was sure – Miss Manson would have a lasting impression left on her that coming Friday.