Sent To The Lady Next Door Part Nine: Pauline Finds Out About Zofeya's Part-Time Job free porn video

Pauline Manson sat at her desk in her office in total shock. There was no doubt that it was who she thought it was in the picture on her screen in front of her. But it couldn’t be her, could it? Not Diane’s daughter. Not the twenty-one-year-old final year Law student? Not the sweet, angelic, bright-blue eyed girl who she had helped to turn into a lovely young woman over the past five years or so. She really began to regret looking for images of strict disciplinarians for her latest workshop at a prestigious school in the following week.

The retired School Mistress got up from her chair and walked downstairs and into her kitchen, where she made herself a cup of coffee. After about ten minutes, she carried her steaming mug upstairs and returned to her office, sitting down in her padded leather chair. She made a note of the website address where she had discovered the image with the girl with the long, dark hair and switched to Google. She typed in the name of the girl in the picture and sighed heavily as the search engine brought up hundreds of matches for “Miss Olivia Birchwell of Nottingham.”

The dark-haired lady slowly worked her way through the first ten results, quickly concluding that it was, indeed, Zofeya. She ran her right hand through her short brown hair and thought about how she could handle this situation. There was no way that she would tell Diane, the girl’s mother about this. Nor, would she allow the twenty-one-year-old get away with it without at least having to explain herself first. There was no way that she could just pretend that it had not been Zofeya Caldwell in the picture and on a variety of spanking websites. Pauline finally decided what she would do.

If Zofeya Caldwell was so into spanking, then she would receive a punishment to put her off the whole idea of spanking someone for money. It had been far too long since the young lady had taken a trip over Pauline’s lap and the strict, ex-School Mistress was determined to remedy that situation as soon as she could.

Pauline scribbled Zofeya’s, or Miss Olivia Birchwell’s, details from a contacts website, onto her writing pad, and opened up her email account. She had typed out a message before she realised that the girl would know it was from her and then would not reply to her message. The seventy-two-year-old logged out of her account and within half an hour had created a new one, just for the purpose of contacting Miss Olivia. Once she was satisfied, she copied and pasted her original message, read it through once more, took a deep breath and pressed “send.”

“Hello Miss Olivia,

I hope that you are well and are having a good day. I saw your details on “Spank Or Be Spanked” website and wondered whether you would consider seeing me in the near future for a spanking session.

I am fifty-years-old and have had a long-held spanking fascination since my time at school, where I was regularly spanked by my teachers. I think I must have felt every spanking implement that there is out there and would like to revisit those experiences after all these years.

In your advert, you mention roleplay and, although I’m not sure of this, I guess being disciplined by a no-nonsense Head Girl, in her smart school uniform, like you describe on your website would be something I would like to try.

I am flexible with times and dates and can visit Nottingham in the near future to meet if you decide that I am suitable for a session with you. I would be travelling quite a distance so would ask if we could do a two-hour session in order to make the trip worthwhile. I doubt I could take a full two-hour punishment from such a strict Head Girl but guess you could give me some corner time to break up the session or maybe we could have a cup of tea and a chat about it afterwards.

I do hope that you will agree to meet me in the future as it is an experience that I have been thinking about for a long time now.

Hope you have a good day,

John Smith.”

The seventy-two-year-old shook her head before logging off and closing down her computer. She would check her emails later that evening after she had administered Diane’s regular maintenance spanking. Pauline Manson smiled as she walked back down the stairs and sat down in her living room. She enjoyed spanking both the Caldwell ladies, but especially loved the sex that followed.

Three days had passed and not a reply from Miss Olivia Birchwell. Pauline was beginning to think that it had all been a joke, or that Zofeya was wise to her fake email, but, then, out of the blue, when she checked her emails on her newly-created account, there was an email from Miss Olivia Birchwell. It was entitled:

“Head Girl Olivia would like to see you after school.”

The retired History teacher clicked on the email and leaned forward in her leather office chair, showing absolutely no reaction as she read the entire message.

“Hello John,

Firstly, let me apologise for not replying to your email sooner. I have been extremely busy with one thing and another and this is the first real opportunity that I have had to sit down and check and reply to emails this week.

Of course, I would love to meet you for a CP session in the near future. I am sure that Head Girl Olivia could recreate your memories of being punished at school and leave you feeling very sorry for what you have done.

Please tell me more about yourself – what kinds of implements have you experienced, what you like and do not like, what you would like to get from our session, how you would like me to dress for you – I do like to know my submissives so that I can tailor your session so that we both enjoy it.

A two-hour session sounds ideal. I charge £140 per hour but do discounts for a longer bookings, so a two-hour detention with Miss Olivia would be £250. I would require a deposit of £50 to be paid via an Amazon voucher to secure your booking. Once the voucher has been sent, then I will give you my phone number. Just let me know what day and time you would like to book, and I will get you booked in. Once we have a date and time arranged, I will then send you the address of my venue and directions.

I do like to chat prior to the session so I can find out what you would like from our session and would need you to text me on the morning of the session to confirm that you will be attending.

I hope that this all makes sense. If you have any further questions then please just ask and I shall do my best to answer them for you. Hope to meet you soon,

Hugs and spanks,

Head Girl Olivia Birchwell”

Pauline Manson had plenty of questions. However, she decided to leave the email for a few hours before replying. She needed to think about what she would say and try to make it sound convincing, as not to reveal herself to Diane’s daughter. The seventy-two-year-old woman clicked on Amazon and quickly ordered the £50 gift voucher, which arrived as an email to herself. Next, she noted down the code on the voucher, which she would include in her next email. Finally, she checked the dates that she was free and made a note of them, leaving them beside her computer keyboard before she logged off and left the room.

Pauline continued to correspond with “Olivia” for a week or so. She had paid the deposit that the young lady had requested and in return had received the woman’s mobile phone number. As she expected, it was different to Zofeya’s personal number, which she also had stored in her own phone. Pauline Manson had arranged to meet the Head Girl in just over a week’s time – on the Tuesday at midday. “Olivia” had also sent her address and comprehensive directions of how to get there – again, these were different from the address she had for Zofeya in Nottingham. The retired teacher had told the woman that “he” was nervous when speaking about such matters on the phone and had smiled when “Olivia” had replied, saying it was not necessary. Olivia Birchwell would simply expect a text to confirm the session on the day and that she would see him then.

Diane Caldwell’s neighbour then began planning how she would deal with the naughty twenty-one-year-old. The retired School Mistress still couldn’t quite believe that the girl with the brilliant bright blue eyes and extremely long-brown hair was making money doing that kind of thing. She had never enjoyed being spanked by Pauline, but here she was, dishing out spankings to total strangers – getting extremely well-paid in the process. Miss Manson resolved that she would stop this nonsense before Diane discovered what her sweet and innocent daughter had been up to and surprisingly turn the tables on the girl.

There would be a spanking that Tuesday lunchtime – but instead of administering it, Zofeya Caldwell would be receiving it!

On the day of her session, Pauline had used the pre-paid SIM card in her own phone to confirm the appointment at midday and had smiled when Zofeya had texted back within minutes.

“That’s great. Please text me again when you are nearby – do not be early and do not be late! I shall see you at midday in my study and you had better be ready to explain yourself young man. I have a list of things I need to discuss with you x”

She had set off early and had a relatively stress-free journey, arriving in Nottingham at just after eleven-thirty that morning. Her Sat Nav ensured that she was parked on the street where the venue was just after 11.50 and the woman with the short brown hair spent a few moments checking her appearance in the rear view mirror before gathering up her handbag from the passenger seat. Pauline Manson took out her mobile and texted Zofeya.

“Hello. I have arrived and am in your road. Can I come up? John x”

She placed the phone in her handbag and smiled.

Pauline checked her car before opening the driver’s door and getting out of the small Ford Fiesta. She closed the door quietly and walked to the back of the car, opening the boot and bringing out her long Slazenger hockey bag. Just as she was closing the boot and locking her car with her keyring, she heard her mobile beep in her handbag. Miss Manson carried the hockey bag over to the pavement, opened her handbag and brought out her phone, smiling as she read the message.

“Now is fine. Come to the door at the side of the house and I will let you in. See you soon. Miss Birchwell x”

The retired teacher placed the phone back in her handbag and placed it over her shoulder. She picked the hockey bag up in her right hand and looked at the numbers of the houses – she was outside number seventy-five and “Olivia’s” venue was number ninety-three. She began walking up the road, looking carefully for the correct address.

Within two minutes, Pauline had arrived. She squinted as the sun shone brightly into her eyes. The venue was an ordinary-looking three-bedroom semi-detached house in an affluent part of the city. It was very neat and tidy. The retired School Mistress made her way to the door at the side of the property and paused, trying to compose herself for the reaction that she would receive.

Pauline Manson took a deep breath and reached up with her left hand, pressing the doorbell, which rang with an extremely loud chime. It seemed to echo around the house. Within moments, through the frosted panel of glass in the door, she could see the slim shape of a woman coming to the door. Then a key turned in the back of the lock, the handle moved, and the door opened slowly.

And then she was face-to-face with Diane’s daughter, Zofeya, who stood there in her St. Katherine’s Girl’s School tie, white short-sleeved school blouse, white ankle socks, and navy school skirt. A look of happiness across her face instantly replaced by a look of total shock.

“Hello Zofeya Caldwell. I’m John Smith – won’t you invite me in?” Pauline said softly, ensuring that the shocked girl got a good look at her hockey stick bag.

Diane’s daughter continued to stand at the front door for a few moments in shocked silence. She had been caught out and would need to talk her way out of this if she could. It took Pauline to simply step towards her before she snapped out of her nightmare. Zofeya stepped back, turned and began walking down the hallway and into her living room. Pauline Manson smiled, stepped inside and quietly closed the front door behind her, turning the key in the lock to secure it. The seventy-two-year-old took a few deep breaths before walking the short distance along the hallway and into the living room where she found Zofeya, head in her hands, sitting on the sofa.

Miss Manson did not say a word, instead laying her hockey bag beside the armchair, placing her handbag next to it and then removing her thick winter coat which she neatly folded and placed down over the arm of the chair. She paused, took another deep breath before walking over to Zofeya and sitting next to her on the sofa. Pauline placed her right arm around the girl with the long dark hair and gently pulled her into an embrace. The retired school Mistress held her for a while, not saying a word, instead gently kissing Zofeya’s head.

“Come on, Sweetie. Tell Auntie Pauline all about it.” She smiled as Diane’s daughter eventually raised her head and looked into her eyes.

“Tell me everything Dear and we’ll see how we can sort this all out.” She slowly pulled out of the embrace and took the girl’s small left hand in her right hand, squeezing it gently.

It took several minutes before the twenty-one-year-old began to tell the older woman her story.

“I thought that I could just do it, and no one would ever find out – certainly not you or mum.”

At that moment, Zofeya realised something.

“Oh my God – please don’t tell me that my mum knows about all this?” She spat out frantically.

Miss Manson squeezed the girl’s left hand tighter.

“Don’t worry about that. Continue, young lady.” Pauline continued to stare at the girl.

“Someone I know told me that it is an easy way to make money and, because I like spanking, I got involved in doing sessions.” She looked down at the white ankle socks on her feet and continued.

“I don’t get spanked – I spank – and I learned how to do it safely. I meet people for sessions and make good money. I wanted to use it to pay off my student loans and tuition fees so that when I finish in June, I won’t have debt.” She flicked a hair from her face with her right hand.

“I’ve been doing really well and have seen lots of different people – always safely. I work online too, so that’s even safer.”

Zofeya Caldwell could smell Pauline’s perfume and it began to get her turned on.

“I just thought that you were a new client and thought nothing about it. How did you find out, Auntie Pauline?” The tall girl looked at the older woman.

Miss Manson paused, still trying to process what she had just heard.

“I was doing some research for a visit to a school I was booked in to do and, imagine my surprise, when I saw an image of you in a school uniform. A little further research brought me to websites and I eventually found a contact email address for you – or should I say Head Girl Olivia Birchwell?” She replied.

The dark-haired young woman smiled.

“The name was Jessica’s idea. She’s been doing this longer than I have, and I suppose was the one who got me into it. She trained me up and I must admit that I enjoy doing it.”

Pauline Manson touched the collar of her dark blue cotton blouse with her left hand and thought to herself for a moment.

“And your Law degree? I bet this is affecting all of that, isn’t it, young lady?” She licked her lips as Zofeya looked down at her navy school skirt.

“I’m sorry, Auntie Pauline. Please don’t tell mum about this.” She said almost in a whisper.

The retired School Mistress allowed the younger girl to sit there in silence for a moment. Pauline smiled to herself. She had no intention of telling Diane about what her daughter had been up to. Nor had she had any intention of letting her get away with it without having her bare bottom warmed.

“Ssshhh, Sweetie. Auntie Pauline won’t tell your mum about this. It can remain our little secret as long as you promise me that it stops now.” Pauline let Zofeya’s hand go and turned her attention to stroking the girl’s long, dark hair with her right hand.

“I will. Auntie Pauline. No more spanking.” Zofeya Caldwell could feel how wet she had become from thinking about spanking.

“Well, there will be one more spanking before you quit, won’t there, my Dear?” Miss Manson smiled sweetly at the girl.

Diane’s daughter took a few moments to realise what was going to happen and then nodded at her socks.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I’m sorry for being a naughty girl again.” She replied quietly.

The seventy-two-year-old smiled.

“Yes you are, and Auntie Pauline needs to show you exactly how naughty you have been, doesn’t she?”

Miss Manson stopped stroking Zofeya’s hair and carefully got to her feet.

“I want you to stand up, take off that silly school uniform and face the fireplace with your hands on your head. I will show you how a real School Mistress deals with a very naughty schoolgirl and this will not be a roleplay – it will be a proper punishment, young lady. Do you understand? Pauline said, raising her voice slightly.

The twenty-one-year-old smiled.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I understand and I am sorry for being a naughty girl.” She got to her feet and started to undress.

“You will be sorry, Zofeya. I can assure you of that.” Pauline Manson walked over to where her hockey bag was lying on the floor and picked it up.

Diane’s daughter watched the older woman at the same time as she undressed. First, she undid the school tie and placed it on the armchair. Then, she unbuttoned her short-sleeved white school blouse, which she folded up and placed on top of the tie. Next, she slipped off the white ankle socks, which she added to the pile. Finally, she unzipped her navy skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor before she stepped out of it and bent down to pick it up, folding it neatly and placing it on the growing pile of clothing. Nervously, the young woman slipped her hands down the sides of her white school knickers and lowered them, stepping out of them carefully before picking them up and leaving them on top of the other clothes.

Zofeya smiled at Pauline before taking a few small steps across to the fireplace, where she turned and faced the wall, placing both hands on her head. She tried to hide how aroused she was at the thought of being spanked, but it was no good. Her nipples were fully erect, and she could feel how wet she had become between her legs. She hoped that once she had been spanked that Pauline would take care of this too.

As dark-haired Zofeya stood facing the fireplace, Pauline Manson unzipped her long hockey stick bag and emptied the contents on the floor, before placing the blue and white bag to one side. She bent down and picked up her tools, placing them neatly on top of the young woman’s clothes that had been piled on the armchair.

Miss Manson stood, contemplating, and admiring, Diane’s daughter for a few moments, smiling as the girl stood obediently, facing the fireplace with her hands on her head. The older woman licked her lips and returned to the sofa, where she sat down in the middle, ironing the creases from her knee-length dark grey skirt with both hands. She too, like Zofeya, could feel that she was becoming increasingly aroused at the thought of punishing the young lady. The retired teacher adjusted her short-sleeved, navy blouse and spread her legs.

It was time for the spanking session to begin.

“Right, young lady. Take your hands from your head, turn around and come and stand at my right-hand side.” Pauline instructed softly.

Diane’s daughter smiled. She enjoyed being spanked by the lady next door. She removed her hands from her head and turned, walking the few steps over to where the older lady was sat on the sofa.

“Before we begin, I want you to fetch my clothes brush and slipper from the chair.” Miss Manson looked at Zofeya Caldwell sternly, pointing with her left hand over to where her implements were laid.

The young lady with the long dark hair obeyed and within moments was standing facing Pauline, the ebony-backed clothes brush and large, red slipper held in her hand. Pauline Manson reached over and took the implements in her right hand, placing them beside her on the sofa. She ironed the creases from her knee-length grey skirt, before looking up and smiling at the beautiful twenty-one-year-old woman.

“Over you go, young lady. You may place a cushion over your face if you wish, as I will be making you very sorry this afternoon. Is that understood, you bad, bad, girl?” The retired teacher scolded Diane’s daughter.

After a moment, Zofeya Caldwell lowered herself down and reached across the sofa, until she could feel Pauline’s skirt rubbing against her bare stomach. She then lifted her feet from the floor and the older woman helped to lift them so that they were resting over the arm of the sofa. Within a minute, Miss Manson had placed her left hand on the girl’s lower back and had started to rub Zofeya’s bare bottom with her warm right hand. The experienced disciplinarian took some time to ensure that she had rubbed every inch of the girl’s bottom and thighs, before pausing and taking a deep breath.

It was time to begin.

“Now. We have about an hour and a half Zofeya, so you will be spanked until I am satisfied that you will not be selling your services to strangers. Do I make myself clear, you naughty girl?” Miss Manson continued to rub the girl’s bottom that was lying before her.

The twenty-one-year-old Law student reached over for the cushion in front of her and held it in her hands. She looked over her shoulder at Pauline and smiled sweetly.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She turned her head, smiled and placed her face in the cushion.

The retired School Mistress took another deep breath, raised her right hand in the air and nodded. She took a moment to work out where her first smack would land and, once satisfied, sent her hand through the air, it’s journey ending when it connected with a loud “Slap!” across the centre of Zofeya’s small bottom. The sound it made echoing around the large room.

Zofeya Caldwell showed very little reaction. Out of Pauline’s view, she smiled into the cushion. She could feel that the juices had started flowing between her legs and she pushed her crotch deeper into the older woman’s skirt until she was hard up against Pauline’s legs. The seventy-two-year-old ignored this and began to go to work on Diane’s daughter’s bare bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The experienced spanker laid out a slow and hard series of smacks against the younger woman’s small bottom, pausing between each blow and trying to push her hand as far as it would go against Zofeya’s buttocks. She smiled to herself as she saw the girl’s bottom immediately start to change from a pale shade to a bright pink. Pauline Manson raised her right hand once again and decided to push on with the punishment.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The centre of Zofeya’s bottom received a prolonged and painful visit from Miss Manson’s small, but surprisingly hard, right hand.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The seventy-two-year-old retired teacher concentrated on the fleshy centre of Zofeya’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Manson paused for a few moments to inspect the girl’s bottom and to listen to her breathing. Diane’s daughter had buried her head in the cushion and, although she was breathing heavily, she was not crying. The retired History Mistress raised her hand once again, touching the backs of Zofeya’s legs with her right hand.

“Now, you naughty girl, you will learn to behave, or Auntie Pauline will spank you so hard that you won’t sit down for a week afterwards.” Pauline lifted her right hand from the girl’s thighs and waited for a moment.

No reaction from Diane’s daughter.

Pauline Manson nodded and resumed her onslaught against the twenty-one-year-old’s thighs and backs of her legs.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The Law student’s thighs had quickly turned the same shade of bright pink as her hot and sore bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

A repeat dose was administered to the dark-haired girl’s thighs.

Again, Pauline Manson paused, and gently rubbed the younger woman’s bottom and thighs with her right hand. She smiled as she could hear that Zofeya was sniffing and sobbing. She decided to conclude the hand spanking quickly and wrapped out a rapid-fire dose with her right hand, which left her neighbour’s daughter squirming and wriggling across the older lady’s lap.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Pauline paused and placed her hands on the girl’s back for a few moments. They were both becoming increasingly hot and the older woman could feel that she was aroused. She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her navy short-sleeved blouse, before reaching down and picking up her ebony-backed clothes brush with the large oval-shaped head. Mss Manson tapped it gently against Zofeya’s red and hot bottom.

“Now, you naughty girl, I’m going to show you how disappointed Auntie Pauline is with you. I do not want my lovely Zofeya to act like a prostitute.” She turned the brush over and ran the soft bristles over the girl’s bottom.

Diane’s daughter turned her head and thought to herself for a moment before opening her mouth.

“I’m not a prostitute Auntie Pauline. I’m a disciplinarian and spanking model.” She replied quietly.

Out of her sight, the retired teacher had turned the brush over and had taken aim with the ebony-backed side of the brush.

“No, Dear. I am a disciplinarian – you are a dirty little girl and you will stop seeing people immediately, or you will be spanked until you do stop!” She raised her voice.

At the same time as she was scolding the girl, she brought the clothes brush down with a loud “Thud!” which echoed around the living room.

Zofeya squirmed and buried her head once again in the cushion, which she held in front of her. Miss Manson resumed the girl’s punishment, slowly and deliberately spanking the girl’s fleshy bottom with the nasty brush, spanking each buttock alternately.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Pauline Manson paused and smiled as she could see that the younger girl’s bottom had begun to change from being a bright shade of pink to more of a brilliant shade of red. She decided to push on regardless of Zofeya’s sniffs and sobs.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Again, the fleshy centre of the twenty-one-year-old’s bottom received a painful visit from the nasty clothes brush. The retired School Mistress smiled as she felt the young woman push her crotch further and further against her knees.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Pauline Manson turned her attention to Zofeya’s lower buttocks and thighs, wrapping out two dozen, slow and full-force swipes with her brush.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Another two dozen smacks with the ebony clothes brush had left an impressive set of dark red marks across the girl’s thighs. The dark-haired girl was crying and sobbing but had done well to stay in position over Pauline’s knees without too much squirming and wriggling about.

The seventy-two-year-old disciplinarian threw the brush onto the sofa next to her and reached down, pulling out the large, red slipper, with its rubber sole. She tapped it gently against the younger woman’s hot and sore bottom and waited until she was ready to resume her punishment.

“Now, my Dear. Auntie Pauline needs to do this for your own good. She wants you to behave like a young lady – and not like a dirty little slut.” The older woman gripped the slipper tightly in her right hand, raised her right arm in the air and brought the large, red slipper down against Zofeya’s bottom a moment later. It announced it’s arrival with a loud “Thump!” Which made Zofeya Caldwell squirm.

Miss Manson placed her left arm around the girl’s slim waist and pulled her into her navy blouse and grey skirt. Once she was sure that the girl was securely held in place, she began to go to work with the not-so innocent-looking slipper.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

The slipper kissed Zofeya’s already hot and sore bottom at regular intervals. The twenty-one-year-old was crying and her tears began to fall freely onto the cushion and also onto the sofa. Miss Manson ignored her promises and pleading and pushed on with her punishment.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

A slow, full-force and methodical slippering across the centre of the dark-haired girl’s bottom.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

A minute-long frantic spanking, again, targeting Zofeya’s fleshy bottom.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

A slow, painful dose with the slipper across Zofeya Caldwell’s lower buttocks and tops of her thighs. More squirming, more wriggling, but Pauline’s left arm around her waist, ensured that the girl was going nowhere.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

After a further five minutes, where the experienced School Mistress smacked slowly and smacked hard, the older woman stopped and placed the slipper down on the sofa next to her. She brought her left arm out from under the girl’s stomach and placed both hands flat on the younger woman’s back, slowly rubbing her right hand over every inch of Zofeya’s extremely hot and red bottom and thighs. Pauline spent what felt like an age soothing the girl, smiling as Diane’s daughter eventually calmed herself.

“Now, my dear. Auntie Pauline needs to put you off spanking naughty men’s bottoms and she’s going to do it with her cane and, as a special treat for Miss Birchwell – with her birch too!” She playfully tapped Zofeya Caldwell’s bottom gently with her right hand.

The twenty-one-year-old did not react. She knew that it would do her no good. Jessica, her housemate who had got her into all this in the first place, had birched her as part of her training and it had really hurt. She didn’t want to be caned or birched but couldn’t do anything to stop it happening. She simply moaned quietly into her cushion – she was so aroused.

“Stand up young lady and then go and place yourself over the arm of the armchair over there – hips on the arm of the chair and bottom right up in the air, naughty girl.” Pauline intentionally ran her right hand between Zofeya’s legs and smiled as she felt how wet the young woman was.

After a few moments, Zofeya Caldwell slowly, and carefully, got up from Pauline’s lap, rubbing her sore bottom with both hands as she looked at the older woman through her tear-filled eyes. Miss Manson smiled as she looked up at the girl, ironing the creases from her knee-length dark grey skirt. Without a word, Diane’s daughter walked over to the armchair in the far corner of the room, reached over, placing her hands on the far arm of the chair before lowering herself down so that her bottom stood out proudly on display.

The seventy-two-year-old disciplinarian got to her feet and adjusted her navy short-sleeved blouse before picking up her black-handled dragon cane in her right hand. She flexed the ten-millimetre thick cane in both hands, smiling at how flexible the dense wood was. Next she swished it through the air to get a feel for her favourite cane and also to announce to Zofeya what was coming her way in a very short while. Once satisfied, Pauline walked over to where Zofeya was bent over the chair, her long, dark hair covering her face as she looked down into her arms.

Miss Manson wasted no time in laying the thick cane across the twenty-one-year-old student’s bare bottom and she began to tap it gently against Zofeya’s bare skin, contemplating where she would land her first stroke. Once she was happy, she placed her left hand on her left hip, stood with her left foot slightly in front of her right, and bent her left knee slightly. She was ready.

“Now my Dear, Auntie Pauline is going to give you twelve very hard strokes with her cane, and they will be given hard, because I do not want you doing such dirty things in the future. Do I make myself clear, Zofeya?” She spoke quietly, but in a stern tone, which left the girl in no doubt that she needed to do as she had been told.

Diane’s daughter took a few moments to reply, turning her head to the left so that she could look at Pauline, who continued tapping her bottom gently with the cane as she waited for a reply.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I’m sorry for being a naughty girl.” She returned her face to her arms and waited for the caning to begin.

“You will thank me for each stroke and say, “I am a dirty little slut” after each stroke. Do you understand, Zofeya Caldwell?” Miss Manson smiled as she raised the cane in the air.

The dark-haired twenty-one-year-old turned once again and looked at the older woman before replying.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

The young woman returned her face to her arms and closed her eyes. She knew that Miss Manson was going to cane her as hard as she could, and this would re-ignite the fire that she had felt in her bottom. The ex-History Mistress took a deep breath and paused for a moment before she brought the cane swooshing through the air. She licked her lips as the dragon cane connected fully with the young woman’s bottom a moment later.

“Thwack!”

Zofeya Caldwell took a moment, wincing as the pain registered in her brain, before replying.

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

The experienced disciplinarian paused for a moment to allow the girl to re-gather her composure, before raising the cane once more, pausing as she took aim, before landing the next stroke across the centre of the girl’s small bottom.

“Thwack!”

Once again, Diane’s daughter winced and squirmed, before replying.

“Thank you Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

A few moments later, Pauline Manson’s third stroke announced it’s arrival across Zofeya’s bottom with a loud,

“Thwack!”

The tears had started once again, and it took a while before the dark-haired girl replied.

“Thank you Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

The experienced disciplinarian remained silent as she concentrated upon delivering the next three strokes. They were given at full-force, landing within millimetres of her previous strokes, across the centre of Zofeya’s small, and increasingly sore, bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

And then.

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

Followed shortly afterwards by another.

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

The seventy-two-year-old woman paused and leaned in close, rubbing her right hand slowly and gently over every inch of the younger woman’s bottom and thighs. It was red and giving off a lot of heat, but more satisfying for Miss Manson, were the six, neat, deep red tram lines which covered the girl’s buttocks. She would be receiving another half dozen such lines before the caning would end. With that, Pauline re-took her position at Zofeya’s left-hand side and resumed tapping the dragon cane against the young woman’s sore and swollen bottom. The ex-School Mistress smiled as she listened to the Law student’s sniffs and sobs before administering the next stroke.

“Thwack!”

Diane’s daughter buried her head deep in her arms and muffled her shouts by placing her head deep in her arms before replying.

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

A moment later, the next stroke bit into the crease between the girl’s buttocks and thighs, leaving another, neat red tram line.

“Thwack!”

Zofeya was crying uncontrollably, and Pauline paused and waited for the dark-haired girl to reply.

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

The disciplinarian tried to concentrate those last half-dozen strokes with her cane against the girl’s lower buttocks and thighs, catching her each time in the creases, so that she would have a reminder of the punishment for days to come. Miss Manson smiled as she thought about Zofeya trying to sit down and seeing her wince each time she did so as the soreness in her lower buttocks and tops of her legs kicked in. She slowly, and deliberately laid out her final strokes as hard as physically possible, allowing her neighbour’s daughter time to recover between each painful swipe with the cane.

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

“Thwack!”

“Thank you, Auntie Pauline. I am a dirty little slut.”

Once she had delivered the last stroke with the cane, Miss Manson stood and bent over Zofeya, inspecting the young lady’s red and marked bottom. She was crying and sniffing but Pauline knew that she had to complete the punishment in order to reinforce the message that she was very displeased with the girl’s behaviour and that she needed to give up the unacceptable way that she was making money, even if it was done in order to subsidise her studies.

After a few moments, the ex-History Mistress turned and walked over to the other armchair where her birch rods and Zofeya’s clothes had been piled. She placed the cane back into her hockey bag before picking up the bundle of birch twigs, which she had collected, soaked and then expertly tied into a birch. She smiled across at Zofeya, who had not moved – head down in her arms, sobbing and sniffing loudly. The seventy-two-year-old swished the birch through the air a few times in order to get the feel for it and also to announce to Diane’s daughter what was coming her way in a short while.

Pauline took a few deep breaths before walking over to where Zofeya Caldwell was bent over the armchair and gently touched the girl’s red and sore bottom with the birch twigs. The older woman had never used a birch before but had watched several videos on the internet about how to do it properly and effectively. She licked her lips and adjusted her skirt and blouse before taking up her position at the girl’s left-hand side.

“Now, sweetie. To show how angry and upset I am with what you’ve been up to, I am going to birch you twelve times and you are going to promise me that you will be a good girl in the future.” Pauline thought to herself about where she would land the strokes before continuing.

“I want you to say, “I will be a good girl” after each stroke and then, once we’re done, Auntie Pauline will take care of you. Would you like that, Dear?” She raised the bundle of twigs in the air and smiled as Zofeya Caldwell turned to look up at her.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like that ever again, I promise.” She sniffed as she replaced her face in her arms and awaited the first stroke.

Miss Manson wasted no time in bringing the twigs down through the air. They announced their arrival a moment later, with an impressive sound.

“Whip!”

Zofeya winced into her arms but was shocked that the birch didn’t seem to hurt as much as Pauline’s caning had. She was crying, but after a few moments, managed to reply.

“I will be a good girl!”

Miss Manson targeted the centre of Zofeya Caldwell’s bottom with all twelve strokes. She did not want to catch her in a delicate place. She figured that the birching was painful enough as it was.

“Whip!”

Diane’s daughter took a deep breath, wiped her nose with her hand and then replied.

“I will be a good girl!”

The next stroke was soon on its way.

“Whip!”

Again, the young woman paused to try and re-gather her composure before replying.

“I will be a good girl!”

Pauline Manson smiled as she sent the next stroke whistling through the air.

“Whip!”

Diane’s daughter wriggled and squirmed slightly but soon had returned to her original position before she sobbed.

“I will be a good girl!”

Her disciplinarian said nothing as she administered the next swipe with the collection of thin and whippy birch twigs.

“Whip!”

The twenty-one-year-old gasped as the birch caught her on her tender thighs. She bit her lip and sniffed before she could calm herself enough to say.

“I will be a good girl!”

The next stroke followed soon after, connecting solidly with the dark-haired girl’s right bum cheek.

“Whip!”

She squirmed and buried her head deep in her arms before replying.

“I will be a good girl!”

Pauline Manson paused and stepped back, allowing Zofeya a few moments to calm herself and giving the older woman some time to admire her handiwork. The birch had added to the redness, which covered the young woman’s bottom. However, it was the twelve, neat, deep-red, tram lines from the cane that Pauline was most pleased with. After a short while, she laid the birch against her friend’s daughter’s bottom and concluded her punishment as quickly as she possibly could.

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

“Whip!”

“I will be a good girl!”

At the conclusion of Zofeya’s punishment, Miss Manson stepped closer and ran her warm right hand over the girl’s bottom. It was bright red, swollen in places, and the twelve, deep-red tram-lines would be a reminder to Zofeya for days to come. The retired School Mistress walked over to where her hockey bag was and replaced her implements, zipping up the bag and placing it on the floor before walking back over to Zofeya, who had not moved. She was sniffing and sobbing loudly, and Pauline spent a while soothing her – brushing the young woman’s dark hair from her face, rubbing her hot and sore bottom and thighs before bending down and gently kissing the girl on the forehead.

“That’s it over with Dear.” Pauline smiled as Zofeya Caldwell looked across at her, the older woman soothing her and sssshhhhhing her softly.

“No more spanking sessions for you, do you understand?” She softly massaged the girl’s red-hot bottom.

After a few moments of sobbing and sniffing, Diane’s daughter nodded.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I’m sorry for being so naughty.” She sniffed and wiped her nose with her left hand.

“Good. Now, do you have any cream and wipes and Auntie will take care of you?” Pauline Manson stood up and stepped away towards the door to the living room.

“In the bathroom, Auntie Pauline.” The girl replied softly.

The older woman left the room and disappeared upstairs and into the bathroom, before she returned a few minutes later. She spent a short while soothing Zofeya’s hot and sore bottom with some cooling gel before placing a plaster on her right buttock where the birch had left its mark. After a while, she placed the rubbish in the bin and placed the tube of gel on the coffee table. Pauline smiled as tall, dark-haired Zofeya got to her feet and turned to face her disciplinarian.

“Now, would you like Auntie to soothe you some more?” The older woman said with a smile on her face.

Zofeya Caldwell sniffed and nodded. She would like that more than anything in the world. However, she was aware that her housemate would be arriving for a session later that afternoon.

“Jessica will be here soon, but I guess that we could go to my house instead – its only a five-minute walk down the road.” Zofeya finally managed to calm herself and stop sniffing.

Fifteen minutes later, Zofeya Caldwell was dressed in her jumper, jeans and trainers and Miss Manson had replaced her thick winter coat and held her hockey bag in her right hand. She smiled as she watched the younger woman sort everything out before they left the house, Zofeya locking the front door behind her. They then drove the short distance to where Zofeya lived, immediately making their way up to her bedroom once they arrived.

“Lie on your bed, sweetie.” Pauline purred as she watched the younger woman kick off her shoes.

The dark-haired girl gently lay herself down on the bed, careful not to put too much pressure on her sore and bruised bottom. She busied herself by pulling her woollen jumper over her head and throwing it on the floor. Zofeya smiled as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and eased herself out of them before kicking them on top of her jumper that had been unceremoniously dumped on the bedroom floor. Diane’s daughter lay in her silky white bra and knickers watching the older woman.

Miss Manson had placed her winter coat on the back of the chair in Zofeya’s bedroom and had slipped off her black shoes. She smiled as she teased the girl by slowly and carefully unbuttoning her navy short-sleeved cotton blouse, folding this and placing it on top of her coat on the chair. Next, she unzipped her knee-length skirt and, again, folded this, before placing it with her other clothes across the back of the chair under Zofeya’s desk. The older woman licked her lips as she carefully stepped out of her knickers, leaving them on the bedroom floor, before she reached behind her back and slowly undid her pink bra, carefully slipping her arms out and throwing it onto the floor, in front of her.

The dark-haired woman sat down on the double bed and slowly moved around until she was lying to the right-hand side of Diane’s daughter. Her hands immediately began to touch the twenty-one-year-old’s breasts through her bra and massaging the top of the girl’s pussy by rubbing her other hand across the white, silky knickers she was still wearing. Zofeya was extremely turned on and was already sweating at the thought of what was coming her way.

Zofeya Caldwell turned on her side and turned her full attention to Pauline, who was still stroking her breasts and pussy gently through her underwear. The younger woman leaned over and began gently licking and sucking on the ex-School Mistress’ small breasts. Her small nipples were erect and her increasingly heavy breathing was a tell-tale sign that the lady with the short, brown hair, was turned on. Diane’s daughter allowed her long, flowing dark hair to rub against Pauline’s skin as she continued to suck, lick and bite gently on the older woman’s breasts. She could feel Miss Manson continuing to rub and touch her through her bra and knickers and sucked harder.

The two women kissed, before the twenty-one-year-old touched Pauline between her legs and finding that her pussy was wet, wasted no time in slipping two of her fingers on her left hand, inside the woman. Miss Manson gasped, increasing the pressure as she rubbed Diane’s daughter over her silky knickers. Zofeya Caldwell gasped and began slowly moving her fingers backwards and forwards inside Pauline’s warm pussy. She expertly touched every inch, kissing the older woman on the lips gently as her fingers continued to explore. Faster and faster, then long and slow, holding and touching the woman’s clit until she shuddered, almost violently, reaching a noisy and mind-blowing climax moments later.

After a few minutes to allow the retired teacher to regain her composure and return her breathing to normal, she turned over and smiled at the younger woman.

“Pants and bra off sweetie. You need to be soothed – you are a good girl really, aren’t you?” Miss Manson slipped her hands inside Zofeya’s knickers and began trying to pull them down.

The dark-haired girl sat up and quickly removed her white bra, throwing it on the floor, not seeing it land next to the bed. She shuffled around and soon slipped out of her silky knickers too, kicking them off the bed with her right foot. Then she felt Pauline kissing her softly on the lips, her hands massaging the younger woman’s impressive breasts at the same time. Miss Manson softly returned the girl to the bed, ensuring that she was lying flat on her back, before slowly beginning to massage between her legs.

Zofeya Caldwell closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of having the older woman kissing her all over her body, before concentrating her attention to the young Law student’s large breasts. Diane’s daughter gasped loudly as the experienced School Mistress kissed and sucked on her large nipples, all the while, touching Zofeya between her legs with her other hand. After what seemed like an age, Miss Manson slipped two fingers of her right hand inside Zofeya and immediately touched her on the clit. The young woman kissed her hard on the mouth as she felt Pauline going to work inside her.

The older woman massaged the girl softly and slowly, smiling as she listened to her moaning contently. Pauline continued to do this as she sucked on the twenty-one-year-old’s breasts, not even stopping when she heard Zofeya climax loudly. She continued pleasuring the girl with her fingers until the girl with the long dark hair had had three, very noisy orgasms. Pauline played with the younger woman’s long hair and her breasts until she eventually lay down on the bed, exhausted.

The two women remained in bed for about an hour, kissing and touching one another, Zofeya occasionally kissing Pauline gently on her right ear and on her neck.

Once they had rested, Zofeya and Pauline Manson got dressed and headed downstairs, where they sat drinking tea in the living room. They chatted about why Zofeya had been punished and what she needed to do in order to avoid punishment in the future. Diane’s daughter had promised to behave herself and had cuddled the seventy-two-year-old woman, smiling at the thought of how much she had enjoyed the punishment once again.

Miss Manson had left Zofeya’s student house shortly before four-thirty that afternoon and did not say a word to Diane Caldwell when she saw her the next day. Pauline deleted her fake email account and laughed out loud in her office at the thought of Zofeya, the sweet and innocent girl with the piercing light blue eyes and lovely, long dark hair, spanking anyone.

Zofeya Caldwell woke up very satisfied the next day. She had enjoyed being soothed by the older woman once again and had no intention of retiring as Miss Olivia Birchwell. She loved the thousands of pounds that she was making each month, plus, the fact that if Pauline wanted to come and punish her for not doing as she had promised, then so much the better. She attended her Law lectures that day and then headed over to the venue where Jessica would be waiting for her – they were to play the Head and Deputy Head Girl that evening for a generous client. There was no way that she was giving up the lifestyle to which, she had become accustomed to.

Miss Olivia Birchwell was here to stay.