The Bad Prank
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Liz Button was an attractive woman, unmarried and now aged 40. She had blond hair to her collar and a very pleasant slim figure with ample breasts and very nice personality. It was now summer 1965 and she lived in the town of Beachside.
One day she was in the library when she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh, I say, Miss Haywood, isn’t it?”
A sprightly lady in her late 70s stopped and glared at this pretty, mature woman. Then her gaze softened.
“Ah, yes, it’s…sorry, you’ll have to remind me…but Button maybe?”
Liz realised she was known and recognised and knew why or at least had a good idea.
“Um, yes, miss, Liz…Liz Button.”
For a brief moment there was some tension but it relaxed.
The old lady was tall and sim and she stood straight clutching some books.
“I have recently moved here, the house past the cemetery, Elizabeth.”
Liz was barely able to speak.
“Yes. Yes, miss, I know, the one with the three magnolias.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
It was as though the clock had been tuned back to early July 1938 when they had last seen each other. Liz had not attended any college reunions partly because the war intervened and partly, well, that was the reason for her surprise at seeing Miss Haywood.
“Do come for tea. Tomorrow 3 o’clock!” said Miss Haywood as though she was issuing an order.
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
Miss Haywood nodded and made her way to the desk to have books stamped.
Liz made her way home thinking about Miss Haywood and whether she knew or suspected anything. It had been on Liz’s mind for 27 years on and off.
What was ‘it’?
That evening Liz rummaged through a box of old school items. She took out a long photo some three feet across of dozens of girls in their gymslips sitting or standing in rows with a group of mainly stern looking women and a few men in the middle row. At the bottom of the photo were a crest and the name of their college and date – July 1938. Next to Liz, a sixth former, were her friends Helen and Kate.
She rolled up the photo and put it in a cardboard tube. Then she picked up some termly school reports. Three were set to one side. She read the others briefly. All had glowing reports of the academic progress and sporting prowess. The other three from different years were much the same but each had a comment on behaviour and started “This term it has been necessary to cane Elizabeth…”. In her neat handwriting Miss Haywood had explained the reason. Liz squirmed still at the memory and how at home her mother had read the reports and, at bedtime, given her six of the best on her pyjamas.
She sat on her bed and thought deeply about seeing Miss Haywood the next day. The question of whether Miss Haywood suspect her part in ‘it’ went round and round her imagination.
The next morning Miss Haywood strode purposefully to the local golf club and played nine holes with two of her former colleagues. He mentioned that an old girl Liz Button was coming for tea. There was a brief moment of silence before one grunted and placed her ball on the tee.
After lunch Miss Haywood tidied her house. Liz prepared to get ready. She had been working in the garden and so took a quick bath. In her bedroom she dried in front of a long mirror. She paused and looked at her nude body. It was a fine sight as her breasts had the sun shining on them showing her nipples well. It also illuminated her navel and a large thick tringle of light brown pubic hair. But it was her bottom that she studied most. It was smooth and shapely. Her pussy was visible between her legs as she moved into the best position in front of the mirror. Yes, such a smooth bottom in contrast to those six occasions years ago.
Liz also has a flashback to an event the day after ’it’ had happened. College had ended the day ‘it’ occurred and the next day she met Helen and Kate to swim. They all wore low leg style costumes of the period and Kate and Helen had arrived at the pool already wearing them. The changing room had a few cubicles was otherwise was an open communal area. The three stood by the bench undressing and Liz was naked to put her costume on. Helen and Kate looked at her bare bottom. It was smooth and pale and not a mark on it. there was a reason why they had arrived already wearing their costumes.
They swam for an hour and then congregated in one corner of the pool for a chat. During the swim Liz had noticed Kate and Helen talking quite intently about something and glancing to check whether she was in close proximity. Then the three got out and walked to the changing room. Helen and Kate fetched their bags and headed to a large cubicle even though the room was otherwise empty.
“Pssst, Liz, in here!” beckoned Kate.
Liz followed them in and the door was locked.
Kate and Helen confronted their friend. They were not hostile but partly curious and partly just a little cross.
“Liz, how did you escape Miss Haywood’s net?”
Liz blushed.
Helen continued.
“We were in this together, weren’t we but when we were found out and sent to Miss Haywood’s study we expected to see you there!”
Liz wanted to explain. Helen continued.
“Somehow she found out and Kate and I were caned! Six of the best on the last day. We refused to give in and name who else was involved and she gave us three extra! That’s nine strokes of the senior cane, Liz!”
Kate and Helen peeled off their swimming costumes. Liz was familiar with their naked bodies but when both turned and bent over and put their hands on the bench she could see each had not six but nine livid red marks and associated bruising on their very attractive bottoms.
Liz tried to explain how she had not been identified as a culprit and said she had not known they had been caned otherwise she would have stuck with them and gone to see Miss Haywood.
Kate and Helen accepted her explanation but again made it clear they had taken three extra strokes for maintaining secrecy about Liz’s involvement. Liz peeled her swimsuit off and the three stood their naked.
“Well if we get the chance we will at least spank you, Liz!” said Kate cheerily.
Helen chipped in.
“I know your mother has a cane at home so we should come round and use it! Nine strokes of the cane – no ten, five from each of us!”
“No, Helen” said Kate putting her hand on Liz’s bare backside “six of the best from each of us – bare bottom!”
They laughed.
“Well, I owe you two a caning” said Liz knowing the debt would never be repaid.
Liz came out of her trance and her memory of 27 years ago and put on some nice knickers and bra then a summer dress. She looked very pretty.
At 3 o’clock she knocked on Miss Haywood’s door and was let in. In the hallway was Miss Haywood’s golf bag and in the umbrella stand was an umbrella, a walking stick and three old school canes. Liz glanced at them nervously.
Afternoon tea was very pleasant as was the conversation. They spoke about the war years that followed soon after leaving the college. Liz had joined the WRNS and as a new recruit had been under a disciplinarian female instructor. Four times she had what was called a ‘private’ meeting after training when she reported to this instructor. The deal was that nothing would go on record if a girl accepted corporal punishment. Each time Liz had accepted and, dressed in PE kit, had gone over a gymnastic horse and taken six strokes with a very swishy cane. In the following days she was not always the only one in the showers with a well-marked bottom but it paid off; when she was commissioned, her CO commented upon her glowing and unblemished training record. Helen had spent the war translating captured German documents and coded messages but Kate, who worked at a new radar installation, had been killed when a doodlebug fell on her London flat as she made love to her boyfriend who was on leave from the RAF.
It was approaching the time to leave.
Liz stood and faced Miss Haywood. The old lady waited patiently as she felt this attractive woman wished to say something.
“Um, Miss Haywood” Liz began.
Miss Haywood remained attentive.
“Would you cane me…please?”
Miss Haywood inhaled deeply. There, Liz had said it. Now the wrong could be righted after 27 years.
“Please. Would you give me a caning like you did years ago?” Liz repeated.
“Now, sit down, and explain” said the old lady who was fairly confident why this request was being made.
Miss Haywood sat down but Liz remained standing hands behind her back.
“Miss Haywood, all those years ago…the prank…my friends Helen and Kate….they were sent to your study…I was…” stammered Liz.
Miss Haywood nodded sympathetically.
“Yes they were both given six strokes with a very suitable cane and then three more each when they would not reveal the third person. They deserved it. I wondered why no-one had identified the third culprit but I suspected it was you but had no evidence.”
“Yes, it was me. I have known all these years that Helen and Kate took six of the best and three extra on my account” mumbled Liz.
“Well the prank made a mess, substances were stolen from Miss Clark’s chemistry laboratory and Miss Green had to arrange for the gymnasium to be thoroughly cleaned; she was not happy.”
“Yes, miss” replied Liz meekly.
Miss Haywood looked at the woman and stood.
“Very well, I will cane you. Wait here.”
Miss Haywood let the room and came back with a long, slightly curved, brown, suppled, crook handled cane that had seen many years’ service but still had plenty of life in it yet. Indeed after that chance meeting in the library Miss Haywood had polished it and given a large thick pillow on her bed several dozen strokes to limber up for what she anticipated was coming.
Liz saw the cane in the old lady’s nimble fingers. It brought back memories of college and that wartime instructor.
“I think that in view of your escape, shall we say, 27 years go and the fact that Helen and Kate took extra strokes – very well deserved I might say – on your account, you can take twelve strokes of the cane.”
Liz nearly fainted.
“Yes, miss, if you say so” she mumbled.
“I do say so. Now turn that armchair round so the back is facing us” she instructed.
Liz tuned the chair.
“Stand there” came the next instruction reinforced by the long cane pointing to a spot by the chair.
“Bend over!”
Liz recalled those words from many years before. She leaned over the back of the armchair and bent right down. Miss Haywood placed the cane on the settee and lifted the hem of Liz’s pretty summer dress right up and tucked it over her back and down the sides so it would not impede the work of the cane.
She stood to the left side of Liz. The scene was now this tidy lounge with an armchair turned round and the smooth bare legs of a mature woman rising from the rug topped by a gorgeous if ample bottom clad in ivory colour knickers that covered her cheeks well. Miss Haywood held the cane in her right hand with the tip touching the rug.
The cane was place on Liz’s buttocks and tapped quite hard four times.
“First six.”
The cane was drawn back and flexed considerably as it was brought down.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
It was a beauty and left a red line beneath Liz’s knickers. Her head bucked at the sting.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
Another scorcher and again Liz’s head bucked up and she yelped. Miss Haywood knew he was making her mark.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
A loud yelp from Liz confirmed the accuracy of that cane stroke.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
The same response was given by Liz. She was well aware that this was a harder caning than she’d received before from Miss Haywood.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh, gosh!” came the cry.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“OUCH!” squealed Liz.
Miss Haywood put the cane on the settee. Liz remained in position as she knew not to stand too soon. But then she remembered she had another six strokes of the cane to come. She gripped the thick cushion of the armchair.
Miss Haywood’s fingers touched the bare flesh between the top of Liz’s knickers and her summer dress. They took hold of her knickers.
“Is there any reason why these should not come down, young lady?”
Liz was caught unawares.
“Um…no…no, miss” she mumbled.
Slowly Miss Haywood peeled them down. Six thick weals were neatly bunched in a parallel group on the centre part of her gorgeous bottom cheeks. As the knickers came lower and lower curls of pubic hair could be seen. The knickers came right down.
“Step out of them” came the order.
Liz moved her feet to enable the generously cut pants to be removed, her mature pussy making a brief appearance.
“Remain in position. I need a clear sight of your lower cheeks for the next six strokes” Miss Haywood informed her.
The cane was again picked up and tapped on her cheeks but this time lower and on the better padded area where there was a neat crease where her bottom joined her upper legs.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Yow!” yelped Liz as well she might. The cane left a nice long red line.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh! Yow, yow!” Miss Haywood knew she was hitting the target.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Aaaah!”
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh! Gosh, ouch!”
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Crikey, ouch!”
Liz braced herself for the last one.
SWIIIISH-WHAAACK!
“Yaaaaaa!” she yelped as the cane whipped back off her well striped cheeks.
Miss Haywood hung the cane on the knob of a bookcase door and stood back to admire her handiwork. She had not lost any of her skill but to be truthful Liz was not the first old girl to visit her for corporal punishment.
Liz stood and clutched her bottom feeling the ridges.
She faced Miss Haywood red-faced but not quite tearful.
“Thank you for caning me. I should have visited you the day my friends were caned but now I feel the debt has been paid.”
Miss Haywood looked at this very attractive woman in her nice summer dress. She fancied another caning session.
“Well, my dear, as it has taken so long for you to received what was a well-deserved caning and as Kate is no longer with us, you should return here in two weeks’ time.”
“But, miss…I couldn’t take another twelve strokes of the cane like that” replied Liz still holding her bare bottom.
“It won’t be more than six of the best with one of my canes” the old lady promised.
An hour later and after a visit to the bathroom to inspect her cheeks and tidy, Liz left and made her way not home but to her boyfriend’s flat. She went in and found him waiting in the lounge. He stood up.
“I can tell you did it, Liz” Hugh said.
Liz looked at this good looking guy five years younger than her.
He held her.
Liz spoke softly.
“I did take a caning, Hugh, I really had to but it was twelve strokes of the cane not six”
Hugh was impressed. He had received a number of canings years ago.
They kissed. He led her to the bedroom they often shared.
His fingers swiftly unbuttoned her dress and it fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing but a bra.
“Wow!” said Hugh, “no knickers?”
“They are in my handbag…I couldn’t wear them…”
The beautiful woman turned. Hugh looked at her mature bottom with its dep cleavage. He whistled softly as he saw twelve red lines and associated redness and other colours emerging around the weals. He could see why she chose not to wear her pants. The elastic would have cut into some fresh thick weals.
Liz faced him and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair. He kicked his slippers off. Liz unfastened his trousers and he stepped out. His socks came off. Standing in his underpants he turned Liz and knelt to examine her bottom. His tongue traced each weal and his fingers did the same.
“My word, Liz, she caned you well.”
His touch was arousing and she faced him again. He led her to bed where a cane was lying with a pink ribbon on it.
“Oh, Hugh, what s that!?” exclaimed Liz.
“I bought it today just in case you didn’t go through with the…er…overdue punishment. We can keep it for another day.”
“Yes, dear, I’d like that” she replied kneeling in front of his and caressing a huge erection bulging his underpants.
Moments later his underpants were on the floor and his fine erection stood proud.
Liz kissed it and greedily took it in her mouth working along its length with her lips and tongue. This continued for some time and Hugh tried hard not to cum. This was almost impossible as he’d been waiting all day for her return.
A first spurt of cum shot into Liz’s mouth. He knew there was a lot more to follow.
Liz got up quickly. She took his hand.
“Hugh, quick, quick!” she urged him.
Liz bent over the end of the bed and parted her legs. She immediately felt his penis rub her cheeks as his fingers felt her labia. His erection followed and he was amazed how easily he slipped inside her. The feel of his thighs slapping vigorously on her welted cheeks heighten Liz’s aroused.
The slapping and groaning continued longer than Hugh expected and as he shot a huge load the loud sound of Liz’s grunting and groaning was replaced by her orgasm.
They lay on the bed for some considerable time.
A fortnight later Liz returned to Miss Haywood’s house. She was wearing a nice skirt and blouse and white cotton knickers and a lacy bra. The old lady led her into the sitting room.
Liz felt a touch nervous about what would follow but after the previous twelve strokes of the cane she was confident this would be an easier session.
As she entered the lounge she was horrified that they was an audience – Miss Clark the chemistry mistress and Miss Green the young PE teacher just six years her senior.
Miss Haywood spoke first.
“You remember Miss Green and Miss Clark?”
“Yes, yes…I do” said Liz still bemused by their presence.
“I invited them here today to witness your caning as, you will recall, it was Miss Green’s gym you girls made such as mess and Miss Clark’s chemistry laboratory where you acquired some of the materials for your prank. For 27 years they too have been wondering who the other culprit was.”
Miss Clark looked sternly at Liz. Miss Green did so too but she had better reason. After the incidents she had to organise and assist with much cleaning of the gym after all the girls had dispersed for the holiday. She had protested vociferously to Miss Haywood that Liz had been the missing culprit and when the whole school had dispersed she berated Miss Haywood for allowing Liz to escape as she described it.
Miss Haywood had not taken kindly to this young, attractive PE mistress speaking to her like that. When the gym was clean and the janitor had gone home leaving just Miss Haywood and Miss Green in school she had called the young lady to her study. Even though she was a teacher she was only 24 she said that her behaviour had been a disgrace. She should be punished. A contrite Miss Green agreed and was sent to the gym to fetch a slipper and leave her tracksuit behind and to return in gym knickers and vest. Back in the headmistresses’ study she was shocked to see a senior cane on the desk as she handed Miss Haywood the slipper.
Miss Green had to bend over and took twelve hard smacks with the well-worn slipper which only a few days ago she had applied to every girl in Form 5B for end of term rowdiness in PE. Then Miss Haywood picked up the cane and indicated Miss Green should bend over the desk. She did this and griped the far edge. Her firm athletic bottom was well up.
The only sounds in the school were the clock striking 4 o’clock and the sound of Miss Haywood’s cane being applied six times across Miss Green’s tight gym knickers.
Miss Green then stood and apologised to Miss Haywood. The apology was accepted.
“I won’t be writing this in my book” Miss Haywood assured the young lady.
“Thank you, miss. I did deserved that caning.”
“And the slippering I think” replied the sage headmistress.
“Yes, miss.”
Miss Green walked back to the now spotless gym and entered the changing room. She undressed and studied her nubile naked body in the mirror. The six strokes of the cane had left six obvious red stripes across her cheeks just as two earlier canings a few years before had done. She went into the showers and turned one on.
Meanwhile Miss Heywood felt bound to inspect the gym. She found it in good order and hearing the water running went to the shower room. She looked round the end wall into the communal shower area and saw a naked Miss Green soaping herself all over. The nubile naked girl had her back to the older woman and her bottom was in full view. Miss Haywood noticed that Miss Green seemed to be putting a lot of effort into washing her pubic hair triangle but the gasps she was making revealed her true purpose. Miss Haywood slipped away and as she left the room a loud groan could be heard.
“I am sorry I did that prank and didn’t own up and take a caning like my friends…um…Miss Haywood did cane me two weeks ago, you know” stammered Liz.
“Yes, we have been informed” aid Miss Clark coldly.
“I did say that it would just be six of the best today, did I not Liz?”
“Yes, miss” replied Liz realising the other two would watch her being caned.
“It would be unfair if Miss Green and Miss Clark also gave you six strokes, would it not?” continued the old woman.
Liz was horrified that she might even consider eighteen strokes of the cane.
“Therefore, I will cane you, just six strokes but it would fair if Miss Clark put you over her lap and spanked you and Miss Green used her trusty slipper.”
Liz realised her hands were on her bottom.
“Yes. Yes, I suppose so” she mumbled.
“I think as well to avoid tangles you can slip that blouse and skirt off.”
“But…”
“Please, dear, it would be much easier” insisted Miss Haywood.
Liz slipped off her sandals and removed her skirt and blouse. Miss Clark beckoned her towards her.
Liz faced Miss Clark.
“Now to be effective, shall we lower these pants?”
“Liz was taken aback.
“Yes…yes…miss” she said barely audibly.
Miss Clark eased Liz’s white cotton pants down. Her thick bush appeared and both ladies looked at it. Miss Green stood and moved behind Liz.
“We may as well removed this very nice bra” she said unfastening it and freeing Liz’s very nice breasts. “I saw you naked in the showers years ago!” Miss Green added.
Liz stood there stark naked.
“Over my lap” commanded Miss Clark as Miss Green took her seat again to her right.
Liz went across Miss Clark’s lap and she began to spank her bare bottom. Miss Green had a super view of the other woman’s hand as it spanked and spanked and spanked. Liz parted her legs and again the view of her pussy and pubic hair were super. After a very sound spanking she was allowed up. As she stood her cheeks parted and Miss Green saw her anus clearly.
Liz stood there rubbing her bottom not at all concerned that her breasts and thick bush were on full view. Miss Green stood.
“Now the gym shoe” she announced.
Liz was told to bend over hands on the arm of the settee by Miss Clark. She did this. Her breasts hung down and swayed as she steadied herself. Her feet were apart and again Miss Green had a full view of the delights between Liz’s legs.
The gym shoe touched her sore bottom. Miss Green could just see a trace of marks from the caning two weeks ago. She knew exactly what to look for.
The gym shoe was drawn back.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
Liz yelped. Miss Green had had 27 years practice since she had last slippered Liz and her class mates.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Miss Clark watched the woman’s breasts sway as the slipper landed again and again.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Ouch!”
Liz thought she detected a slight smile on Miss Clark’s face but then the gym shoe landed again.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Yike!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Ouch!”
Miss Haywood and Miss Clark were impressed at how well Miss Green applied the slipper. Liz stood and jigged from one foot to the other.
“Gosh, that stings, owee!”
The ladies watched as this naked beauty soothed her cheeks but, behind Liz, Miss Haywood was flexing her cane.
Liz steadied herself and soothed her cheeks the best she could. Miss Green and Miss Clark noticed that Liz’s nipples were more prominent now.
“Now the six strokes of the cane I promised” Miss Haywood said.
Liz tuned and faced her. Miss Haywood admired the woman’s breasts and bush. Miss Clark and Miss Green admired their handiwork as the mature cheeks of Liz now faced them.
“Step forward to here” indicated Miss Haywood pointing her cane.
Liz stood where she was directed.
“Bend over and grasp your legs as low down as you can” she was instructed.
Liz was not normally concerned at being naked with other women or with Hugh and frankly now she felt she wanted the caning she had come there for. She bent over and parted her legs to get a stable position. With her feet apart her pussy was on full view to Miss Clark and Miss Green and both thought she was showing signs of arousal. Her labia glistened and her pubic hair looked tick and soft.
The cane touched her bare bottom.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
It was a beauty as ever from the old lady and left a red line across her already reddened cheeks. Her head bucked at the sting.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
Another scorcher and again Liz’s head bucked up and she yelped. Miss Haywood knew he was making her mark once again.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
A loud yelp from Liz confirmed the reliable accuracy of that cane stroke.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
The same response was given by Liz. Miss Green smiled.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh, gosh!” came the cry.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back. Miss Clark and Miss Green observed carefully. Both had been caned in the past and both had used a cane so they knew what was coming.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“OUCH!” squealed Liz.
She held her position and gasped then stood and held her cheeks. She stood feet apart still holding her well striped backside. Miss Clark and Miss Green could still see her pussy and pubic curls between her legs as the woman soothed her bottom.
After several minutes Liz dressed but this time slipped her pants back on.
They all had afternoon tea.
“You know, on balance, I not only deserved both the canings you gave me, Miss Haywood, for not coming forward when Kate and Helen were caned but also that slippering and spanking for misusing your rooms, Miss Green and Miss Clark. It was very naughty of me and you have now dealt with me with interest so to speak.”
The ladies all agreed.
Soon after, Liz stood to leave. Miss Haywood saw her to the door.
“If you need to see me again, just call” the old lady said kindly.
Liz thanked her and began her walk home.
Miss Clark also left and got into her car and drove away.
In the sitting room Miss Haywood tidied away the tea cups but before leaving the room Miss Green stood and spoke.
“Shall I go upstairs, Miss Haywood?”
“Yes, dear, that would be sensible.”
Miss Green went upstairs to a spare bedroom where she had left her sports bag earlier. She opened it and took out a sports vest and gym knickers. She undressed and stood in front of a mirror to study here naked body. At 51 she was in fine shape with firm breasts, an athletic, well-toned body, firm buttocks, a neatly trimmed triangle of golden pubic curls and collar length blond hair. She picked up her gym knickers and pondered for a moment before putting them in her bag.
She left the bedroom and went down the stairs naked. Miss Haywood met her in the hallway.
“I thought as Liz was dealt with naked then I should take my caning nude as well, it seems appropriate.”
Miss Haywood smiled and nodded as she led the way to the sitting room. In there, she picked up Miss Green’s gym shoe.
“Perhaps we start today with this as it is handy” she suggested.
Miss Green was well used to using the gym shoe.
“Um, yes, miss.”
She faced the settee and bent over with her forearms and elbows on the padded arm, feet apart. Miss Haywood took her position and applied the first smack with the slipper sending a loud slap noise round the room. Miss Green winced.
After 20 smacks with the gym shoe Miss Green stood and held her bottom. It stung and throbbed. Miss Haywood waited for her to sooth her cheeks then picked up the cane. When she was ready, Miss Green tuned the armchair round and faced the back as had done once every couple of months for 27 years.
“You, um, you gave Liz twelve….twelve strokes of the cane?”
“Yes, dear. She was owed six and the extra six were for the extras her friends took for not admitting who the third girl was.”
“Then please gave me twelve.”
Miss Haywood nodded her acknowledgement. Miss Green gracefully bent right over the back of the armchair. After a short delay she felt the cold rattan touch her hot cheeks.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back.
At that moment Miss Clark arrived home and poured herself a large gin and tonic. Liz arrived at Hugh’s flat. As Miss Clark sipped her refreshing drink Liz and Hugh were naked by his bed. He had inspected Liz’s red, striped bottom.
“I should find an old plimsoll” he jested.
Liz knelt and took his throbbing erection between her lips and started to work energetically on him. This continued for some minutes then Hugh lay on the bed and Liz tickled her moist pussy with the tip of his erection then guided him inside her cowgirl style.
In Miss Haywood’s large bathroom she sat on a stool with a bath towel on her lap and watched the naked body of Miss Green as she showered.
One day she was in the library when she stopped in her tracks.
“Oh, I say, Miss Haywood, isn’t it?”
A sprightly lady in her late 70s stopped and glared at this pretty, mature woman. Then her gaze softened.
“Ah, yes, it’s…sorry, you’ll have to remind me…but Button maybe?”
Liz realised she was known and recognised and knew why or at least had a good idea.
“Um, yes, miss, Liz…Liz Button.”
For a brief moment there was some tension but it relaxed.
The old lady was tall and sim and she stood straight clutching some books.
“I have recently moved here, the house past the cemetery, Elizabeth.”
Liz was barely able to speak.
“Yes. Yes, miss, I know, the one with the three magnolias.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
It was as though the clock had been tuned back to early July 1938 when they had last seen each other. Liz had not attended any college reunions partly because the war intervened and partly, well, that was the reason for her surprise at seeing Miss Haywood.
“Do come for tea. Tomorrow 3 o’clock!” said Miss Haywood as though she was issuing an order.
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
Miss Haywood nodded and made her way to the desk to have books stamped.
Liz made her way home thinking about Miss Haywood and whether she knew or suspected anything. It had been on Liz’s mind for 27 years on and off.
What was ‘it’?
That evening Liz rummaged through a box of old school items. She took out a long photo some three feet across of dozens of girls in their gymslips sitting or standing in rows with a group of mainly stern looking women and a few men in the middle row. At the bottom of the photo were a crest and the name of their college and date – July 1938. Next to Liz, a sixth former, were her friends Helen and Kate.
She rolled up the photo and put it in a cardboard tube. Then she picked up some termly school reports. Three were set to one side. She read the others briefly. All had glowing reports of the academic progress and sporting prowess. The other three from different years were much the same but each had a comment on behaviour and started “This term it has been necessary to cane Elizabeth…”. In her neat handwriting Miss Haywood had explained the reason. Liz squirmed still at the memory and how at home her mother had read the reports and, at bedtime, given her six of the best on her pyjamas.
She sat on her bed and thought deeply about seeing Miss Haywood the next day. The question of whether Miss Haywood suspect her part in ‘it’ went round and round her imagination.
The next morning Miss Haywood strode purposefully to the local golf club and played nine holes with two of her former colleagues. He mentioned that an old girl Liz Button was coming for tea. There was a brief moment of silence before one grunted and placed her ball on the tee.
After lunch Miss Haywood tidied her house. Liz prepared to get ready. She had been working in the garden and so took a quick bath. In her bedroom she dried in front of a long mirror. She paused and looked at her nude body. It was a fine sight as her breasts had the sun shining on them showing her nipples well. It also illuminated her navel and a large thick tringle of light brown pubic hair. But it was her bottom that she studied most. It was smooth and shapely. Her pussy was visible between her legs as she moved into the best position in front of the mirror. Yes, such a smooth bottom in contrast to those six occasions years ago.
Liz also has a flashback to an event the day after ’it’ had happened. College had ended the day ‘it’ occurred and the next day she met Helen and Kate to swim. They all wore low leg style costumes of the period and Kate and Helen had arrived at the pool already wearing them. The changing room had a few cubicles was otherwise was an open communal area. The three stood by the bench undressing and Liz was naked to put her costume on. Helen and Kate looked at her bare bottom. It was smooth and pale and not a mark on it. there was a reason why they had arrived already wearing their costumes.
They swam for an hour and then congregated in one corner of the pool for a chat. During the swim Liz had noticed Kate and Helen talking quite intently about something and glancing to check whether she was in close proximity. Then the three got out and walked to the changing room. Helen and Kate fetched their bags and headed to a large cubicle even though the room was otherwise empty.
“Pssst, Liz, in here!” beckoned Kate.
Liz followed them in and the door was locked.
Kate and Helen confronted their friend. They were not hostile but partly curious and partly just a little cross.
“Liz, how did you escape Miss Haywood’s net?”
Liz blushed.
Helen continued.
“We were in this together, weren’t we but when we were found out and sent to Miss Haywood’s study we expected to see you there!”
Liz wanted to explain. Helen continued.
“Somehow she found out and Kate and I were caned! Six of the best on the last day. We refused to give in and name who else was involved and she gave us three extra! That’s nine strokes of the senior cane, Liz!”
Kate and Helen peeled off their swimming costumes. Liz was familiar with their naked bodies but when both turned and bent over and put their hands on the bench she could see each had not six but nine livid red marks and associated bruising on their very attractive bottoms.
Liz tried to explain how she had not been identified as a culprit and said she had not known they had been caned otherwise she would have stuck with them and gone to see Miss Haywood.
Kate and Helen accepted her explanation but again made it clear they had taken three extra strokes for maintaining secrecy about Liz’s involvement. Liz peeled her swimsuit off and the three stood their naked.
“Well if we get the chance we will at least spank you, Liz!” said Kate cheerily.
Helen chipped in.
“I know your mother has a cane at home so we should come round and use it! Nine strokes of the cane – no ten, five from each of us!”
“No, Helen” said Kate putting her hand on Liz’s bare backside “six of the best from each of us – bare bottom!”
They laughed.
“Well, I owe you two a caning” said Liz knowing the debt would never be repaid.
Liz came out of her trance and her memory of 27 years ago and put on some nice knickers and bra then a summer dress. She looked very pretty.
At 3 o’clock she knocked on Miss Haywood’s door and was let in. In the hallway was Miss Haywood’s golf bag and in the umbrella stand was an umbrella, a walking stick and three old school canes. Liz glanced at them nervously.
Afternoon tea was very pleasant as was the conversation. They spoke about the war years that followed soon after leaving the college. Liz had joined the WRNS and as a new recruit had been under a disciplinarian female instructor. Four times she had what was called a ‘private’ meeting after training when she reported to this instructor. The deal was that nothing would go on record if a girl accepted corporal punishment. Each time Liz had accepted and, dressed in PE kit, had gone over a gymnastic horse and taken six strokes with a very swishy cane. In the following days she was not always the only one in the showers with a well-marked bottom but it paid off; when she was commissioned, her CO commented upon her glowing and unblemished training record. Helen had spent the war translating captured German documents and coded messages but Kate, who worked at a new radar installation, had been killed when a doodlebug fell on her London flat as she made love to her boyfriend who was on leave from the RAF.
It was approaching the time to leave.
Liz stood and faced Miss Haywood. The old lady waited patiently as she felt this attractive woman wished to say something.
“Um, Miss Haywood” Liz began.
Miss Haywood remained attentive.
“Would you cane me…please?”
Miss Haywood inhaled deeply. There, Liz had said it. Now the wrong could be righted after 27 years.
“Please. Would you give me a caning like you did years ago?” Liz repeated.
“Now, sit down, and explain” said the old lady who was fairly confident why this request was being made.
Miss Haywood sat down but Liz remained standing hands behind her back.
“Miss Haywood, all those years ago…the prank…my friends Helen and Kate….they were sent to your study…I was…” stammered Liz.
Miss Haywood nodded sympathetically.
“Yes they were both given six strokes with a very suitable cane and then three more each when they would not reveal the third person. They deserved it. I wondered why no-one had identified the third culprit but I suspected it was you but had no evidence.”
“Yes, it was me. I have known all these years that Helen and Kate took six of the best and three extra on my account” mumbled Liz.
“Well the prank made a mess, substances were stolen from Miss Clark’s chemistry laboratory and Miss Green had to arrange for the gymnasium to be thoroughly cleaned; she was not happy.”
“Yes, miss” replied Liz meekly.
Miss Haywood looked at the woman and stood.
“Very well, I will cane you. Wait here.”
Miss Haywood let the room and came back with a long, slightly curved, brown, suppled, crook handled cane that had seen many years’ service but still had plenty of life in it yet. Indeed after that chance meeting in the library Miss Haywood had polished it and given a large thick pillow on her bed several dozen strokes to limber up for what she anticipated was coming.
Liz saw the cane in the old lady’s nimble fingers. It brought back memories of college and that wartime instructor.
“I think that in view of your escape, shall we say, 27 years go and the fact that Helen and Kate took extra strokes – very well deserved I might say – on your account, you can take twelve strokes of the cane.”
Liz nearly fainted.
“Yes, miss, if you say so” she mumbled.
“I do say so. Now turn that armchair round so the back is facing us” she instructed.
Liz tuned the chair.
“Stand there” came the next instruction reinforced by the long cane pointing to a spot by the chair.
“Bend over!”
Liz recalled those words from many years before. She leaned over the back of the armchair and bent right down. Miss Haywood placed the cane on the settee and lifted the hem of Liz’s pretty summer dress right up and tucked it over her back and down the sides so it would not impede the work of the cane.
She stood to the left side of Liz. The scene was now this tidy lounge with an armchair turned round and the smooth bare legs of a mature woman rising from the rug topped by a gorgeous if ample bottom clad in ivory colour knickers that covered her cheeks well. Miss Haywood held the cane in her right hand with the tip touching the rug.
The cane was place on Liz’s buttocks and tapped quite hard four times.
“First six.”
The cane was drawn back and flexed considerably as it was brought down.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
It was a beauty and left a red line beneath Liz’s knickers. Her head bucked at the sting.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
Another scorcher and again Liz’s head bucked up and she yelped. Miss Haywood knew he was making her mark.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
A loud yelp from Liz confirmed the accuracy of that cane stroke.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
The same response was given by Liz. She was well aware that this was a harder caning than she’d received before from Miss Haywood.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh, gosh!” came the cry.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“OUCH!” squealed Liz.
Miss Haywood put the cane on the settee. Liz remained in position as she knew not to stand too soon. But then she remembered she had another six strokes of the cane to come. She gripped the thick cushion of the armchair.
Miss Haywood’s fingers touched the bare flesh between the top of Liz’s knickers and her summer dress. They took hold of her knickers.
“Is there any reason why these should not come down, young lady?”
Liz was caught unawares.
“Um…no…no, miss” she mumbled.
Slowly Miss Haywood peeled them down. Six thick weals were neatly bunched in a parallel group on the centre part of her gorgeous bottom cheeks. As the knickers came lower and lower curls of pubic hair could be seen. The knickers came right down.
“Step out of them” came the order.
Liz moved her feet to enable the generously cut pants to be removed, her mature pussy making a brief appearance.
“Remain in position. I need a clear sight of your lower cheeks for the next six strokes” Miss Haywood informed her.
The cane was again picked up and tapped on her cheeks but this time lower and on the better padded area where there was a neat crease where her bottom joined her upper legs.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Yow!” yelped Liz as well she might. The cane left a nice long red line.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh! Yow, yow!” Miss Haywood knew she was hitting the target.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Aaaah!”
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh! Gosh, ouch!”
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Crikey, ouch!”
Liz braced herself for the last one.
SWIIIISH-WHAAACK!
“Yaaaaaa!” she yelped as the cane whipped back off her well striped cheeks.
Miss Haywood hung the cane on the knob of a bookcase door and stood back to admire her handiwork. She had not lost any of her skill but to be truthful Liz was not the first old girl to visit her for corporal punishment.
Liz stood and clutched her bottom feeling the ridges.
She faced Miss Haywood red-faced but not quite tearful.
“Thank you for caning me. I should have visited you the day my friends were caned but now I feel the debt has been paid.”
Miss Haywood looked at this very attractive woman in her nice summer dress. She fancied another caning session.
“Well, my dear, as it has taken so long for you to received what was a well-deserved caning and as Kate is no longer with us, you should return here in two weeks’ time.”
“But, miss…I couldn’t take another twelve strokes of the cane like that” replied Liz still holding her bare bottom.
“It won’t be more than six of the best with one of my canes” the old lady promised.
An hour later and after a visit to the bathroom to inspect her cheeks and tidy, Liz left and made her way not home but to her boyfriend’s flat. She went in and found him waiting in the lounge. He stood up.
“I can tell you did it, Liz” Hugh said.
Liz looked at this good looking guy five years younger than her.
He held her.
Liz spoke softly.
“I did take a caning, Hugh, I really had to but it was twelve strokes of the cane not six”
Hugh was impressed. He had received a number of canings years ago.
They kissed. He led her to the bedroom they often shared.
His fingers swiftly unbuttoned her dress and it fell to the floor. She was wearing nothing but a bra.
“Wow!” said Hugh, “no knickers?”
“They are in my handbag…I couldn’t wear them…”
The beautiful woman turned. Hugh looked at her mature bottom with its dep cleavage. He whistled softly as he saw twelve red lines and associated redness and other colours emerging around the weals. He could see why she chose not to wear her pants. The elastic would have cut into some fresh thick weals.
Liz faced him and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair. He kicked his slippers off. Liz unfastened his trousers and he stepped out. His socks came off. Standing in his underpants he turned Liz and knelt to examine her bottom. His tongue traced each weal and his fingers did the same.
“My word, Liz, she caned you well.”
His touch was arousing and she faced him again. He led her to bed where a cane was lying with a pink ribbon on it.
“Oh, Hugh, what s that!?” exclaimed Liz.
“I bought it today just in case you didn’t go through with the…er…overdue punishment. We can keep it for another day.”
“Yes, dear, I’d like that” she replied kneeling in front of his and caressing a huge erection bulging his underpants.
Moments later his underpants were on the floor and his fine erection stood proud.
Liz kissed it and greedily took it in her mouth working along its length with her lips and tongue. This continued for some time and Hugh tried hard not to cum. This was almost impossible as he’d been waiting all day for her return.
A first spurt of cum shot into Liz’s mouth. He knew there was a lot more to follow.
Liz got up quickly. She took his hand.
“Hugh, quick, quick!” she urged him.
Liz bent over the end of the bed and parted her legs. She immediately felt his penis rub her cheeks as his fingers felt her labia. His erection followed and he was amazed how easily he slipped inside her. The feel of his thighs slapping vigorously on her welted cheeks heighten Liz’s aroused.
The slapping and groaning continued longer than Hugh expected and as he shot a huge load the loud sound of Liz’s grunting and groaning was replaced by her orgasm.
They lay on the bed for some considerable time.
A fortnight later Liz returned to Miss Haywood’s house. She was wearing a nice skirt and blouse and white cotton knickers and a lacy bra. The old lady led her into the sitting room.
Liz felt a touch nervous about what would follow but after the previous twelve strokes of the cane she was confident this would be an easier session.
As she entered the lounge she was horrified that they was an audience – Miss Clark the chemistry mistress and Miss Green the young PE teacher just six years her senior.
Miss Haywood spoke first.
“You remember Miss Green and Miss Clark?”
“Yes, yes…I do” said Liz still bemused by their presence.
“I invited them here today to witness your caning as, you will recall, it was Miss Green’s gym you girls made such as mess and Miss Clark’s chemistry laboratory where you acquired some of the materials for your prank. For 27 years they too have been wondering who the other culprit was.”
Miss Clark looked sternly at Liz. Miss Green did so too but she had better reason. After the incidents she had to organise and assist with much cleaning of the gym after all the girls had dispersed for the holiday. She had protested vociferously to Miss Haywood that Liz had been the missing culprit and when the whole school had dispersed she berated Miss Haywood for allowing Liz to escape as she described it.
Miss Haywood had not taken kindly to this young, attractive PE mistress speaking to her like that. When the gym was clean and the janitor had gone home leaving just Miss Haywood and Miss Green in school she had called the young lady to her study. Even though she was a teacher she was only 24 she said that her behaviour had been a disgrace. She should be punished. A contrite Miss Green agreed and was sent to the gym to fetch a slipper and leave her tracksuit behind and to return in gym knickers and vest. Back in the headmistresses’ study she was shocked to see a senior cane on the desk as she handed Miss Haywood the slipper.
Miss Green had to bend over and took twelve hard smacks with the well-worn slipper which only a few days ago she had applied to every girl in Form 5B for end of term rowdiness in PE. Then Miss Haywood picked up the cane and indicated Miss Green should bend over the desk. She did this and griped the far edge. Her firm athletic bottom was well up.
The only sounds in the school were the clock striking 4 o’clock and the sound of Miss Haywood’s cane being applied six times across Miss Green’s tight gym knickers.
Miss Green then stood and apologised to Miss Haywood. The apology was accepted.
“I won’t be writing this in my book” Miss Haywood assured the young lady.
“Thank you, miss. I did deserved that caning.”
“And the slippering I think” replied the sage headmistress.
“Yes, miss.”
Miss Green walked back to the now spotless gym and entered the changing room. She undressed and studied her nubile naked body in the mirror. The six strokes of the cane had left six obvious red stripes across her cheeks just as two earlier canings a few years before had done. She went into the showers and turned one on.
Meanwhile Miss Heywood felt bound to inspect the gym. She found it in good order and hearing the water running went to the shower room. She looked round the end wall into the communal shower area and saw a naked Miss Green soaping herself all over. The nubile naked girl had her back to the older woman and her bottom was in full view. Miss Haywood noticed that Miss Green seemed to be putting a lot of effort into washing her pubic hair triangle but the gasps she was making revealed her true purpose. Miss Haywood slipped away and as she left the room a loud groan could be heard.
“I am sorry I did that prank and didn’t own up and take a caning like my friends…um…Miss Haywood did cane me two weeks ago, you know” stammered Liz.
“Yes, we have been informed” aid Miss Clark coldly.
“I did say that it would just be six of the best today, did I not Liz?”
“Yes, miss” replied Liz realising the other two would watch her being caned.
“It would be unfair if Miss Green and Miss Clark also gave you six strokes, would it not?” continued the old woman.
Liz was horrified that she might even consider eighteen strokes of the cane.
“Therefore, I will cane you, just six strokes but it would fair if Miss Clark put you over her lap and spanked you and Miss Green used her trusty slipper.”
Liz realised her hands were on her bottom.
“Yes. Yes, I suppose so” she mumbled.
“I think as well to avoid tangles you can slip that blouse and skirt off.”
“But…”
“Please, dear, it would be much easier” insisted Miss Haywood.
Liz slipped off her sandals and removed her skirt and blouse. Miss Clark beckoned her towards her.
Liz faced Miss Clark.
“Now to be effective, shall we lower these pants?”
“Liz was taken aback.
“Yes…yes…miss” she said barely audibly.
Miss Clark eased Liz’s white cotton pants down. Her thick bush appeared and both ladies looked at it. Miss Green stood and moved behind Liz.
“We may as well removed this very nice bra” she said unfastening it and freeing Liz’s very nice breasts. “I saw you naked in the showers years ago!” Miss Green added.
Liz stood there stark naked.
“Over my lap” commanded Miss Clark as Miss Green took her seat again to her right.
Liz went across Miss Clark’s lap and she began to spank her bare bottom. Miss Green had a super view of the other woman’s hand as it spanked and spanked and spanked. Liz parted her legs and again the view of her pussy and pubic hair were super. After a very sound spanking she was allowed up. As she stood her cheeks parted and Miss Green saw her anus clearly.
Liz stood there rubbing her bottom not at all concerned that her breasts and thick bush were on full view. Miss Green stood.
“Now the gym shoe” she announced.
Liz was told to bend over hands on the arm of the settee by Miss Clark. She did this. Her breasts hung down and swayed as she steadied herself. Her feet were apart and again Miss Green had a full view of the delights between Liz’s legs.
The gym shoe touched her sore bottom. Miss Green could just see a trace of marks from the caning two weeks ago. She knew exactly what to look for.
The gym shoe was drawn back.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
Liz yelped. Miss Green had had 27 years practice since she had last slippered Liz and her class mates.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Miss Clark watched the woman’s breasts sway as the slipper landed again and again.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Ouch!”
Liz thought she detected a slight smile on Miss Clark’s face but then the gym shoe landed again.
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Yike!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Aaah!”
Slaaaap-whaaack!
“Ouch!”
Miss Haywood and Miss Clark were impressed at how well Miss Green applied the slipper. Liz stood and jigged from one foot to the other.
“Gosh, that stings, owee!”
The ladies watched as this naked beauty soothed her cheeks but, behind Liz, Miss Haywood was flexing her cane.
Liz steadied herself and soothed her cheeks the best she could. Miss Green and Miss Clark noticed that Liz’s nipples were more prominent now.
“Now the six strokes of the cane I promised” Miss Haywood said.
Liz tuned and faced her. Miss Haywood admired the woman’s breasts and bush. Miss Clark and Miss Green admired their handiwork as the mature cheeks of Liz now faced them.
“Step forward to here” indicated Miss Haywood pointing her cane.
Liz stood where she was directed.
“Bend over and grasp your legs as low down as you can” she was instructed.
Liz was not normally concerned at being naked with other women or with Hugh and frankly now she felt she wanted the caning she had come there for. She bent over and parted her legs to get a stable position. With her feet apart her pussy was on full view to Miss Clark and Miss Green and both thought she was showing signs of arousal. Her labia glistened and her pubic hair looked tick and soft.
The cane touched her bare bottom.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
It was a beauty as ever from the old lady and left a red line across her already reddened cheeks. Her head bucked at the sting.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
Another scorcher and again Liz’s head bucked up and she yelped. Miss Haywood knew he was making her mark once again.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
A loud yelp from Liz confirmed the reliable accuracy of that cane stroke.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
The same response was given by Liz. Miss Green smiled.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“Oh, gosh!” came the cry.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back. Miss Clark and Miss Green observed carefully. Both had been caned in the past and both had used a cane so they knew what was coming.
Swiiiish-whaaack!
“OUCH!” squealed Liz.
She held her position and gasped then stood and held her cheeks. She stood feet apart still holding her well striped backside. Miss Clark and Miss Green could still see her pussy and pubic curls between her legs as the woman soothed her bottom.
After several minutes Liz dressed but this time slipped her pants back on.
They all had afternoon tea.
“You know, on balance, I not only deserved both the canings you gave me, Miss Haywood, for not coming forward when Kate and Helen were caned but also that slippering and spanking for misusing your rooms, Miss Green and Miss Clark. It was very naughty of me and you have now dealt with me with interest so to speak.”
The ladies all agreed.
Soon after, Liz stood to leave. Miss Haywood saw her to the door.
“If you need to see me again, just call” the old lady said kindly.
Liz thanked her and began her walk home.
Miss Clark also left and got into her car and drove away.
In the sitting room Miss Haywood tidied away the tea cups but before leaving the room Miss Green stood and spoke.
“Shall I go upstairs, Miss Haywood?”
“Yes, dear, that would be sensible.”
Miss Green went upstairs to a spare bedroom where she had left her sports bag earlier. She opened it and took out a sports vest and gym knickers. She undressed and stood in front of a mirror to study here naked body. At 51 she was in fine shape with firm breasts, an athletic, well-toned body, firm buttocks, a neatly trimmed triangle of golden pubic curls and collar length blond hair. She picked up her gym knickers and pondered for a moment before putting them in her bag.
She left the bedroom and went down the stairs naked. Miss Haywood met her in the hallway.
“I thought as Liz was dealt with naked then I should take my caning nude as well, it seems appropriate.”
Miss Haywood smiled and nodded as she led the way to the sitting room. In there, she picked up Miss Green’s gym shoe.
“Perhaps we start today with this as it is handy” she suggested.
Miss Green was well used to using the gym shoe.
“Um, yes, miss.”
She faced the settee and bent over with her forearms and elbows on the padded arm, feet apart. Miss Haywood took her position and applied the first smack with the slipper sending a loud slap noise round the room. Miss Green winced.
After 20 smacks with the gym shoe Miss Green stood and held her bottom. It stung and throbbed. Miss Haywood waited for her to sooth her cheeks then picked up the cane. When she was ready, Miss Green tuned the armchair round and faced the back as had done once every couple of months for 27 years.
“You, um, you gave Liz twelve….twelve strokes of the cane?”
“Yes, dear. She was owed six and the extra six were for the extras her friends took for not admitting who the third girl was.”
“Then please gave me twelve.”
Miss Haywood nodded her acknowledgement. Miss Green gracefully bent right over the back of the armchair. After a short delay she felt the cold rattan touch her hot cheeks.
Miss Haywood drew the cane well back.
At that moment Miss Clark arrived home and poured herself a large gin and tonic. Liz arrived at Hugh’s flat. As Miss Clark sipped her refreshing drink Liz and Hugh were naked by his bed. He had inspected Liz’s red, striped bottom.
“I should find an old plimsoll” he jested.
Liz knelt and took his throbbing erection between her lips and started to work energetically on him. This continued for some minutes then Hugh lay on the bed and Liz tickled her moist pussy with the tip of his erection then guided him inside her cowgirl style.
In Miss Haywood’s large bathroom she sat on a stool with a bath towel on her lap and watched the naked body of Miss Green as she showered.
Grace
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