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Three years had passed since Katherine Cook had first visited one of her tenants, Ellie Mitchell, and confronted her over the non-payment of rent. She had punished the girl with a spanking and had not had to repeat the punishment for non-payment of rent since then. However, Ellie had become a regular recipient of corporal punishment from the ex-governess. She had needed it in her life and Katherine had enjoyed dishing out the occasional over-the-knee hand spanking and caning to the younger woman.

Katherine’s property portfolio had grown steadily, and she now managed half a dozen properties across the city. She vetted her tenants carefully and ensured that they were all professional-types. She checked and double-checked their references before offering them one of her well-appointed properties. Katherine had few issues in collecting her rent or dealing with her tenants’ demands but here she was, sat in the living room of Jennifer Rannigan, hearing about the anti-social behaviour of two of her younger tenants.

“They just party every weekend, Katherine – and the music goes on until three or even four in the morning before they pass out,” the sixty-year-old woman explained.

Katherine Cook shook her head and sipped at her cup of coffee before answering.

“That’s just not on and I’ll have a word with them about it. I promise.” She placed her cup on the coffee table and smiled.

“I’m just not used to having young people as neighbours, I guess.” Ms. Rannigan shook her head.

Miss Cook continued to smile at the older lady. The house next door had been her family home and she had lived there all her life until she moved out after returning home from University. Jennifer Rannigan had known Katherine all her life and was good friends with Katherine’s mum, Linda. It was through her mother that the forty-four-year-old had been made aware of a problem with the girls who now rented the house. Ms. Rannigan was widowed and lived alone, having retired five years previously from her job as the Principal at a girls’ reformatory. Katherine was slightly nervous around the woman, knowing that in the past, part of her job had been to administer corporal punishment to those girls in her care who had broken the rules.

“I can see their car on the drive, so I’ll go and have a word with them once I’ve finished my coffee – they won’t be playing loud music all night once I’m finished, Ms. Rannigan.” Katherine Cook could not bring herself to call her mother’s friend by her first name.

Jennifer smiled.

“Thank you, Dear. You can call me Jennifer, you know. I don’t expect to be addressed as Ma’am or Miss anymore.” She laughed.

Katherine Cook laughed.

“I know, but it’s just I’ve always known you as Ms. Rannigan,” she replied softly.

“Plus, I sort of, always imagined you punishing your girls and did not want a demonstration of what you did to them if I ever upset you,” she continued.

Deep down, Katherine Linda Cook had spent many nights thinking about the older woman next door and the job she did. She dreamed about being disciplined by the older lady, sometimes masturbating until she fell asleep at the thought of it. Jennifer Rannigan certainly was a lady who you would not want to upset. She looked stern and no-nonsense and her usual appearance, of dark hair, tied in a bun, white blouse, black skirt and black shoes, simply added to the image that Katherine had of her mother’s friend. A punishment from her would not be a pleasant experience.

The two ladies chatted for several more minutes before Katherine got to her feet and smiled at Jennifer. The younger woman looked in the large, oval-shaped mirror that was hung above Ms. Rannigan’s fireplace. Her appearance was perfect, but she still decided to iron the creases from her red long-sleeved cotton blouse with the small white spots on it before running both hands down her knee-length black skirt. She inhaled deeply before returning her attention to the retired Reformatory Principal.

“Miss Rannigan,” Katherine Linda Cook said thoughtfully.

“How would you feel about helping me to put Abby and Amy back in their place – to show them how upset you are with their loud music and downright lack of consideration for others?” she continued.

Ms. Rannigan got to her feet and smiled at her friend’s daughter, touching her gently on her right arm.

“I haven’t had to punish a naughty girl for over five years, Dear, but I must admit that I’d really like to take some of my frustrations out on those young ladies.”

“I still have a few of my favourite 'toys' upstairs too!” Jennifer laughed.

Katherine’s mind was made up.

“Wonderful. I think that what we should do is go next door and show them how displeased we both are with their behaviour. I have my bag of tricks in my car so, I’ll go and get them and talk with the girls. I will then give them a clear choice – to accept their forty-day notice and move out or, to take a spanking from us and then to behave themselves in future. What do you think, Miss?” Katherine smiled.

“Jennifer. Sorry, I meant Jennifer,” Miss Cook smiled as she corrected herself.

Ms. Rannigan laughed, ironing the creases from her own white blouse and black skirt.

“I’m sure that, like riding a bike, you don’t forget how to spank a naughty young lady on her bottom.”

“Why not?” She nodded at Katherine.

Katherine smiled at the older woman. She was going to enjoy watching the dark-haired sixty-year-old discipline her young tenants.

“Great. Why don’t you go and sort out the implements that you want to use on them and then I’ll give you a call to come and join us when we’re ready?”

Jennifer leaned in close and kissed the younger woman on her right cheek.

“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll bring my reformatory cane with me and some other things that may be of use.”

Within five minutes, Katherine Cook had left Jennifer’s house and collected her long, black document bag from the boot of her car. She then walked the short distance next door and paused for a moment. She stared through the frosted glass panel in the front door and smiled. The girls did not know that she was coming over to see them and had even less idea that she was going to either serve their notice to leave the property or smack their bottoms.

Katherine Linda Cook reached up with her left arm and pressed the doorbell with her index finger. The bell sounded with a loud chime, which echoed around the downstairs of the three-bedroom house.

Within thirty seconds, Miss Cook saw a shape moving towards the front door. She heard the keys turn in the lock and the door handle moved. The front door was slowly pulled open and Katherine was face-face with the tall, dark-haired Abby Faul. The twenty-three-year-old student nurse tried to hide the shocked look on her face, but it was no good. An unexpected visit from Katherine was not a good thing.

“Hello, Abby. I was in the neighbourhood and just thought that I would drop in and see that everything was okay. Can I come in?” Katherine smiled.

Abby Faul smiled back nervously. Her eyes immediately caught sight of the long, black document tube that Katherine had over her right shoulder.

“Of course. Come on in, Miss Cook.” Abby stepped back from the doorway and smiled awkwardly as the older woman stepped inside.

Abby Faul closed the front door quietly and turned the key in the lock before following Katherine down the hallway and into the living room. Abby’s housemate, Amy, was also taken by surprise and jumped up from the sofa on seeing Katherine Cook walk into their living room.

“Hello, Amy. How are things?” Katherine immediately began scanning the room, looking for any signs of damage before sitting down in the armchair across from where Amy was.

She laid her long document tube on the floor next to her feet and smiled.

At the same time as Katherine was talking with her tenants, Ms. Rannigan was rummaging around in the cupboard in her spare bedroom. The dark-haired lady smiled as she removed her collection of spanking implements. Each one with its own special meaning and memory for the former Reformatory Principal. The final spanking tool she picked out was her personal reformatory cane. The ten-millimetre-thick dragon cane with its black lambswool handle had been Jennifer’s trademark.

The mature lady swished the dense cane through the air and smiled. She looked at the other implements that she had laid out on the bed. Her extremely severe, Canadian Prison strap with its wooden handle and two-feet of thick, holed leather. Her wooden American-style spanking paddle with holes in it. And, finally, and most fondly, her thick leather belt. Jennifer licked her lips before picking the items up and returning to her living room, where she placed the items in a large plastic bag. She walked over to her living room window and looked out, waiting for Linda’s daughter to call her.

“Can I get you a drink, Miss Cook?” Amy asked kindly.

Katherine Cook smiled at the blonde-haired girl.

“No, thank you. I have just had a cup of coffee with Ms. Rannigan next door.” She looked over at Abby, and then back to Amy.

At that point, the girls realised why Katherine Cook had visited them that day.

“She tells me that she is very unhappy about the amount of noise coming from this house, especially at weekends.”

Katherine looked down at the document case that was lying on the floor next to her before continuing.

“If you look in your tenancy agreement, girls, you’ll see that there’s a condition about excessive noise and noise complaints.”

Abby and Amy looked at one another. Neither of them had read the sizeable contract word-for-word. They had simply signed and dated the document and handed it straight back to Katherine.

“We’ll keep the noise down in future. We’re sorry, Katherine,” Abby said apologetically.

Katherine Cook smiled at the girl.

“I think that you both had better start calling me Miss Cook from now on. I’m not in a friendly mood anymore – especially when my mother tells me that her friend is being plagued with loud music and noise until God-knows-what time almost every weekend.”

Katherine Cook sat back in the armchair and stretched out her arms – her large breasts standing out proudly under her red cotton blouse with the small white spots.

“Sorry, Miss Cook. We’ll keep the noise down and won’t play it past 10 o’clock after this.” Abby smiled as she sat down next to her friend on the sofa.

“Yes. All she needs to do is come and knock and we’ll turn it straight off – no argument,” Amy chipped in.

The brown-haired older woman smiled and thought to herself for a few moments.

“I don’t know. In my case here, I have a letter giving you forty days to leave my house. I can’t be dealing with having to come around here, listen to my mum’s best friend telling me about the noise and disruption she is having to endure and then having to speak to two, so-called grown-up ladies about what is a stupid matter.”

“Please, Miss Cook. We promise that we’ll not play music late at night and keep the noise down. Please don’t kick us out,” Abby said tearfully.

Katherine stared at the girls. Emotionless.

“Well, there is another option, I suppose.” She pulled up the sleeves on her blouse and continued.

“If I let you stay on in my house – IF I let you stay, then you will abide by some new conditions.”

Miss Cook stood up, bending down to pick up the long document case from the floor.

“We’ll do anything, Katherine,” Amy spat out.

Katherine stared at the girl and waited for her to realise her mistake and correct it. Abby nudged her older housemate.

“Oh, sorry. We’ll do anything, Miss Cook,” the girl laughed.

“You’ll not be laughing when we’re through here today, I can assure you of that, young lady,” the forty-four-year-old woman replied coldly.

The girls took each other’s hands and held them tightly, all the time watching Katherine, who stood looking down upon them.

“I propose that we insert a noise curfew into your contract – no loud music or TV after 10pm each night,” Katherine Cook announced.

The two student nurses nodded in unison.

That wasn’t too bad, they thought.

“Also, you will apologise to Ms. Rannigan next door and from now on, she will act as a sort of 'dorm-mother' like they have in America.” Katherine Cook struggled not to laugh.

Abby and Amy looked at one another, confused. They had no idea what a “dorm mother” was.

“Excuse me, Miss Cook. What’s a dorm mother?” Amy asked quietly.

Katherine nodded at the young lady with the long blonde hair.

“A dorm mother is a lady who would look after younger women at American colleges. They would help them with problems but also may administer discipline to them if they were poorly behaved.”

“Oh?” Amy Corcoran was still confused.

“I used to be a governess and would regularly punish my charges with corporal punishment – usually a spanking with my left hand, or a few smacks with a clothes brush, and then their behaviour would improve markedly.” She took a couple of steps towards the girls on the sofa.

“So, as part of your new contract with me, I propose that Ms. Rannigan, who used to be a Reformatory Principal becomes your 'dorm mother'. She will discipline you as she sees fit if you upset her in any way or do not behave as grown-up young ladies should.”

Katherine Linda Cook began to slowly unzip her long, black document case, all the time staring at the two girls.

They continued to stare at one another. They were so confused and had no idea what was coming their way.

As the girls sat in silence, contemplating the changes to their tenancy agreement, Katherine Cook began to empty the contents from her black document bag. First came the envelope with the new contract, then her crook-handled school cane which she laid on the coffee table. Next came her thick leather strap, then a two-tailed tawse. She placed these next to the cane before turning the long tube upside down, shaking it until the plimsoll and clothes brush fell onto the floor. She bent down, picked these up and placed them next to the other implements. Katherine then walked back to the armchair where she laid the empty document tube on the floor.

Miss Cook turned around and faced the girls. Her full attention was on them now. She crossed her arms and took a deep breath before speaking.

“Today, you will be punished by Ms. Rannigan and myself for the complaints. And, if we are both satisfied that you are truly sorry for what you have done, and only if we are truly satisfied, then I will give you the new contract and agree to you staying on in this house. Is that understood, girls?”

Amy realised what was going to happen and squeezed Abby’s left hand even tighter. They looked at one another before both replying.

“Yes, Miss Cook.”

The forty-four-year-old smiled.

“Very well. You will do exactly what Ms. Rannigan or myself tells you and I warn you now that even though you may cry or shout, that your punishment will only stop once Ms. Rannigan and myself are satisfied that you have been punished sufficiently for your poor behaviour. Is that clear?” Katherine could feel that her nipples had become erect and that she was becoming aroused at the thought of spanking the two, good-looking nurses.

Abby Faul and Amy Corcoran looked at each other, then at the carpeted floor in front of them before finally looking up and replying.

“Yes, Miss Cook.”

“Very well, young ladies. Do you have your uniforms here?” Katherine was determined to humiliate them even further.

Abby nodded.

“Good. While I call Ms. Rannigan to come over, I want you naughty girls to go to your bedrooms, change out of those sloppy tracksuits and put on your nurses’ uniforms. Just the uniform – no bra, knickers, tights or shoes – just the uniform dress, which better be ironed and neat or you may get an additional spanking.” Katherine smiled.

The girls slowly got to their feet and walked out into the hallway and then up the stairs to do as they had been instructed.

As she listened to Abby and Amy climbing the stairs, Katherine remained in the large living room and brought her mobile phone from her purse. She selected her contacts and found Jennifer’s home number and pressed “call.”

The older woman picked up on the second ring.

“Hello,” she replied in her posh voice.

“Hello, Miss… Jennifer. Sorry. It's Katherine. We’re almost ready if you want to come next door and we’ll deal with the noise problem.” Katherine smiled to herself.

“Okay. I’ll be a moment. I’ve picked a few of my favourite things which have never failed to turn a naughty young lady into a lovely young lady in the past.” She laughed softly.

Within five minutes, Jennifer Rannigan was sitting on one of the armchairs in the girls’ living room. She had unpacked the large plastic bag and placed her implements alongside Katherine’s on the coffee table. The two older women waited in silence until they eventually heard footsteps walking across the landing and then down the stairs, until the dark-haired Abby and blonde-haired Amy joined them in the living room.

The girls immediately focused on sixty-year-old Jennifer. For her age, she was quite attractive. Her dark hair tied in a neat bun, the crisp, immaculately ironed long-sleeved white cotton blouse, knee-length black skirt and shiny black shoes gave her a real air of authority. The stern look on her face also informed the girls that they were not going to forget this spanking in a hurry. She stared across at the girls through her deep blue eyes, not saying a word.

Katherine Cook picked up her clothes brush in her left hand and gently began tapping it against the palm of her right hand.

“Very good, ladies,” she said quietly as she looked the younger women up and down in their light blue nurses’ uniforms.

“So, your punishment will be like this.” She paused as she walked to within inches of the two girls before continuing.

“You will be taken across Ms. Rannigan’s and my lap, where you will receive a hand spanking across your bottoms and the backs of your legs.” She continued to tap the brush against the palm of her hand.

“Then, you will receive a dose of this brush across your bottom and a slippering from me.” Katherine looked over at Jennifer.

“And then to conclude your punishment, Ms. Rannigan will strap and cane you until she is satisfied that you have learned your lesson. Are you clear with what is going to happen and are you sure that you want to proceed with our new arrangement?”

Katherine walked back to the coffee table and laid her ebony-backed clothes brush down on the table.

The girls looked around the large living room. At Jennifer. Then at Katherine. Then at one another. After a few moments’ deliberation, they answered.

“Yes, Miss Cook,” Abby replied.

“We accept the new arrangements and take Ms. Rannigan as our Dorm Mother,” Amy added.

Katherine Cook smiled and looked at Jennifer, who had already begun to get in position for what was going to happen. She sat forward on the armchair, opened her legs slightly and brushed the creases from her black skirt with both hands.

Miss Cook sat in the middle of the sofa, across from Jennifer and repeated the procedure – adjusting the sleeves of her blouse, ironing the creases from her black skirt and opening her legs slightly. She nodded at Amy and Abby.

“Ms. Rannigan. Which naughty girl would you like over your knee?” The ex-governess smiled at the student nurses, who stood there, nervously awaiting their punishment to start.

“Ooh, I do like a blonde, so I’ll take Amy if it’s okay with you, dear?” She patted her knees with both hands.

“Amy – over to Miss and bend over her lap. You may take a cushion to cover your face if you wish.” Katherine Linda Cook smiled, shifting her full attention to Abby Faul.

“Abby, you can come here and get over my knee. Stand there and then lower yourself over my knees, young lady.” The no-nonsense Miss indicated a spot to her left-hand side where the girl should move into before bending over Katherine’s sizeable and comfortable lap.

“You may take a cushion and use it to muffle your screams and noises if you wish.”

The ex-governess stared at the twenty-three-year-old, who slowly, and awkwardly, lowered herself down until she felt her crotch resting against the older lady’s knees. She reached over and took a cushion, gently placing her face into it. Across from Abby, her friend was in the same position over Jennifer Rannigan’s knee, the older woman having placed both hands on the girl’s lower back.

“Now, girls. We are going to lift your uniforms and the punishment will be given across your bare bottoms. If you protest, or struggle too much, or make us stop – then the letter giving you notice will conclude this meeting. You will have forty days to get out and find somewhere else to live.”

Katherine looked over to Jennifer who had already moved her hands and was slowly raising Amy’s light blue uniform, neatly folding it out of the way and revealing her small bottom. Miss Cook wasted no time in pulling Abby’s uniform up and folding it out of the way until the girl’s bottom was on display for everyone to see. The experienced spanker placed her right hand under the girl’s stomach and pulled her tightly into her lap. Her left hand began slowly rubbing the student nurse’s bottom and backs of her legs.

Miss Cook looked over to Jennifer Rannigan and nodded. Within a moment, both women had raised their hands in the air. The spanking was about to begin.

It was Jennifer who connected first. That first smack with the woman’s large hand announced its arrival across Amy’s bottom with a loud “slap!” which echoed around the living room. Ms. Rannigan smiled at Katherine, who watched Amy wriggle as her buttocks wobbled from the impact. Miss Cook licked her lips before connecting with Abby’s bottom a moment later.

“Slap!”

The dark-haired girl buried her head in the cushion. Unlike her older friend, she had never been spanked before. Abby Faul decided that she would just try to lie there and take it, hopefully in a way as not to antagonise Katherine any further.

The spanking continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jennifer and Katherine concentrated on the bottoms in front of them, spanking every inch of the small, perfectly-formed buttocks. They had soon turned Abby and Amy’s bum cheeks a bright shade of pink, but carried on regardless, turning their attention to the girls’ thighs and backs of their 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!”

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

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

Abby was crying freely into the cushion. She sniffed and sobbed into the cushion, but still Miss Cook kept slapping her bottom and backs of legs at regular intervals. Across from where she was draped over Katherine’s knees, Jennifer meted out a targeted, and hard-handed spanking to Amy Corcoran. Unlike Abby, Amy had been spanked regularly, both at school and at home, and tried to take Jennifer’s heavy right hand without upsetting the stern ex-Reformatory Principal.

The older ladies continued spanking the two student nurses for a further ten minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slow, hard slaps turned the girls’ bottoms from a shade of pink to a bright, fiery red.

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

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

“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 rapid-fire dose of Katherine Cook’s small left hand had Abby Faul burying her head deeper in the cushion as well as pushing her crotch deeper into Katherine’s short black skirt, which had ridden up, revealing her strong, powerful 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!”

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

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

Jennifer laughed as she treated Amy to her own one-minute long rapid-fire dose with her right hand.

The two disciplinarians continued to spank the girls slow and hard for a further five minutes before Miss Cook removed her right arm from around Abby Faul’s waist and placed both hands flat on the girl’s back. The twenty-three-year-old was crying freely, sniffing and sobbing into the cushion which she continued to hold to her face.

On seeing Linda’s daughter stop spanking, Jennifer Rannigan placed her large hands on Amy’s lower back, before moving her right hand back to the girl’s red and sore bottom. The retired Reformatory Principal rubbed Amy’s bottom gently. She smiled at Katherine as she felt the heat coming from the small bottom lying in front of her. The twenty-four-year-old nurse was sniffing into the cushion, but, unlike her younger friend, she had not been broken yet.

Katherine and Jennifer sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room being the sniffs and sobs coming from the naughty student nurses. After a short while, the ex-governess leaned forward, reaching over to the coffee table where she picked up the ebony-backed clothes brush with her right hand and immediately transferred it to her left hand before gently rubbing the bristles over Abby’s bottom. The young woman continued to sniff and sob as she felt this new sensation on her hot and sore bottom.

“Now, you naughty girls. You are going to receive twenty-four smacks with my clothes brush, and you will take them like good girls, or you’ll be finding yourself somewhere new to live. Am I clear, Amy and Abby?” She turned the brush over and tapped it gently against Abby’s bottom.

It took the girls a few moments to reply.

“Yes, Miss Cook,” Abby replied.

“Yes. I understand, Miss Cook,” Amy sniffed, before burying her head back into the cushion.

“Very well. I will give them hard and fast and all you need to do is take them, Abby.” Katherine raised the clothes brush in the air.

She looked across at Jennifer who continued to rub and touch Amy Corcoran’s bottom. The sixty-year-old woman was feeling hot and was aware that she was sweating into her white blouse. Jennifer was aroused and could feel the dampness in her knickers. This feeling made her run her fingers over Amy Corcoran’s pussy lips. The girl was also aroused, and the older woman continued to gently stroke her pussy lips, smiling as the girls' sobs turned to satisfied gasps.

Miss Cook said nothing as she brought the innocent-looking clothes brush down against Abby’s bottom, the ebony-backed brush landing with a loud “smack!” across the centre of the student nurse’s small buttocks.

Amy yelled but forced her head as far as it would go into the cushion in front of her. It muffled her screams and cries as Katherine’s nasty brush left a lasting impression over every inch of Abby’s small and delicate bottom.

Katherine laid her strokes out in batches of six, allowing the twenty-three-year-old a few moments to recover between each batch.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The first half dozen swats with the brush landed across the centre of Abby Faul’s already sore and swollen bottom.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Katherine hit slowly, and hit hard, pushing each swipe with the brush deep into the younger woman’s bottom.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Miss Cook smiled as she targeted the creases in between Abby’s buttock and thigh. She paused to allow the young nurse to regather her composure. Katherine held her tightly in place with her right arm and looked closely at the mixture of bright reds, pinks and darker reds that had started to appear across Abby Faul’s bottom. Moments later, the strict disciplinarian wrapped out the final six strokes, landing them quickly and solidly across Abby’s thighs.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The young nurse screamed, sobbed and cried into her cushion. Katherine Linda Cook placed the brush on the girl’s back and began rubbing the sore and swollen bottom in front of her with her small left hand. She continued to do this until she looked at Jennifer, who was obviously enjoying having Amy lying over her lap.

“Up you get, Abby. Go and lie across Jennifer’s knee. Amy. Up you get and come and place yourself over my lap,” she instructed firmly.

The forty-four-year-old brunette removed the brush from the girl’s back and sat back on the sofa, allowing Abby Faul to slowly, and awkwardly, get to her feet. She rubbed her eyes and nose with her right hand before placing both hands on her bottom in a vain attempt to cool the inferno which her landlady had ignited with her small left hand and nasty brush. She waited while her friend stood up and walked to Katherine, before she slowly, and carefully, positioned herself over Ms. Rannigan’s lap, the older lady immediately beginning to rub and soothe her bottom with her large right hand.

Blonde-haired Amy looked down at Katherine Cook, who sat back on the sofa, legs open and hands on either side of the seat, indicating that the young woman should lay herself down across the older woman’s knees. Carefully, Amy Corcoran positioned herself, lifting both legs and resting them over the arm of the sofa. She grabbed the already wet cushion in both hands and waited for the punishment to resume.

Miss Cook gently brushed the girl’s long, blonde hair with her nasty clothes brush, smiling as she watched Jennifer shushing and soothing Abby, who had begun to calm down. Once satisfied, Katherine adjusted the long sleeves on her red blouse with its small white spots before returning her attention to the task in hand. She quickly, and painfully, administered the twenty-four swats with the clothes brush in groups of six, again, covering every inch of Amy’s bottom and thighs.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Amy screamed and cried into the cushion. Katherine ignored her.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Half a dozen full-force swipes kissed the young woman’s lower buttocks and thighs.

Amy wriggled and squirmed, but Katherine simply slipped her right arm under the girl’s stomach and pulled her tight into her blouse and skirt.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

Miss Cook ensured that she pushed the nasty little clothes brush into the student nurse’s bottom with each swipe.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

The creases in between buttock and thigh received another painful visit.

The forty-four-year-old ex-governess paused and smiled. She placed the clothes brush on the arm of the sofa and tried to soothe Amy Corcoran by rubbing her left hand in circles all over the girl’s sore and bruised bottom and backs of her legs. Amy was sniffing, sobbing and crying. She wanted the punishment to stop but knew that if she asked the ladies to end her punishment now that she would be looking for somewhere else to live in the near future. She was determined to take all that they would give her no matter how much it hurt.

After about five minutes, Katherine stopped massaging the girl’s bottom and looked over at Jennifer Rannigan, who seemed to be enjoying soothing Abby far too much.

“Right, girls. Up you get, and I want each of you to bend over one of the armchairs. Place your hands on the arms of the chair and hold on tightly.” The brown-haired lady sat back on the sofa and allowed Amy Corcoran to stand up.

Across from her, Jennifer helped Abby to her feet before the retired Reformatory Principal stood up and ironed the creases from her white blouse and readjusted her knee-length black skirt, which was creased beyond help by this point. Abby and Amy did as they had been instructed and were soon bent over, red bottoms on show.

Katherine stood up and picked the two, large, size eleven slippers from the coffee table. She handed one to Jennifer, who began to tap the heavy rubber sole against the palm of her right hand. Miss Cook walked across to Abby and smiled as she saw Jennifer Rannigan take up her position at Amy’s left-hand side. The dark-haired lady had already started to measure out where her swipes with the heavy slipper would land and was tapping the large shoe gently against the bottom bent over in front of her.

The ex-governess stood to Abby’s right-hand side and gripped the slipper firmly in her left hand. She watched as Jennifer neatly tucked Amy’s uniform out of the way and quickly followed her lead before measuring the large slipper out across the centre of Abby’s bottom. She reached under the younger woman with her right hand and held her tightly in position. Abby Faul could struggle and squirm for all she was worth, but it would do her no good.

“Twenty-four smacks with the slipper, ladies – no fuss!” she announced authoritatively and raised the slipper

The disciplinarians calmly, and slowly, administered the twenty-four swipes with the slipper, pausing only to allow the girls to re-take their positions and to inspect their handiwork. The noise the slippers made as they kissed the young nurses’ bottoms echoed around the living room.

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

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

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

Katherine said nothing as she administered a painful, full-force spanking with the large slipper. She smiled to herself at the memory of how effective a heavy slipper or plimsoll had been when used against her wards all those years ago when she was a governess. How she enjoyed seeing them, face down on their beds, pyjamas pulled down and then administering a good dozen smacks to teach them the error of their ways.

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

From the opposite side of the living room, Jennifer calmly and slowly laid out the swipes across blonde-haired Amy’s red and bruised buttocks.

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

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

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

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

Like Katherine Cook, Ms. Rannigan was reminded of many fond memories whilst slippering Amy Corcoran. She would rarely use the slipper in the Reformatory, instead preferring the harsher straps or canes, but did enjoy using it, especially against those young ladies who had broken the rules of the Reformatory for the first time. Jennifer smiled at how effective such an innocent-looking tool could be and the effect it could have when used correctly against a naughty bottom.

The ladies left Amy and Abby bent over the armchairs while they replaced the slippers on the coffee table.

“Now, Jennifer. How do you suggest we conclude their punishment?” Katherine untucked her blouse from her skirt.

“Well, we used to administer strappings and canings to my naughty young ladies in my study or in their dormitories. They would be punished while the other girls were at work or at their classes, so it was all done in private, so to speak.”

She had already moved over to the coffee table and was looking lovingly at her thick leather belt and Canadian Prison strap.

Ms. Rannigan had continued to sweat, so she unbuttoned the buttons on her white blouse, her silky white bra clearly visible.

“Amy. Abby. I want you to stand up and go into one of the bedrooms. Take off your uniforms. Amy – you will lie face down on the bed. Abby, you will sit astride her and hold her shoulders down. Do I make myself understood?”

Both student nurses remained bent over the armchairs but replied, “Yes, Miss Cook.”

“Very well. Up you get and go and prepare yourselves. Ms. Rannigan and I will join you shortly.” She smiled as the girls stood up and turned to look at her.

Once the girls had left the living room and climbed the stairs to the bedroom, Katherine and Jennifer chatted and picked up the remaining implements. Katherine Linda Cook was very aroused and could feel how damp she was between her legs at the thought of what she was doing that day. Ms. Rannigan was equally turned on and was thinking about how she could deal with it once this was over. Could she ask Linda’s forty-four-year-old daughter to pleasure her? Or one of the girls who she had punished? One thing was for sure – she needed a good seeing to!

Ten minutes later the disciplinarians walked into the bedroom which the girls shared. As instructed, Amy Corcoran was face down on the bed. Abby Faul was sitting, back to the door, astride her friend. The girl’s weight pushing down on Amy’s shoulders would ensure that she would not move during that final caning and strapping. Ms. Rannigan smiled as she laid the implements on the dressing table, noticing how neatly the girls had removed and folded their uniforms.

“Right, Amy and Abby. This is what is going to happen now.” Katherine paused and walked around so that the girls could see her.

“You will be strapped and caned and then we will consider the matter to be dealt with. If you ask us to stop, then I will serve your forty-day notice. If you continue to cause Jennifer any more problems, then I will come back and punish you and then serve you with forty-days’ notice.” She gently brushed a hair from Abby’s face.

“From now on, Ms. Rannigan will act as your disciplinarian. You will be punished by her for any little act of misbehaviour. I think you should address her respectfully too. What do you think, Jennifer?” Katherine looked past Abby and at the older woman, who already had her belt in her right hand.

“I think I’d like these two lovely young girls to call me Nanny Jennifer, because I’ll be looking over them constantly like a good nanny would,” she smiled.

Katherine walked across to where the older woman was and watched as she expertly wrapped the long, thick leather belt tightly around her right hand. The metal buckle shone proudly in the light, covering her knuckles. She leaned forward and began to think about the strapping that was imminent.

“Twelve strokes, please, Ma’am.” Katherine laughed as Amy buried her head into the duvet.

Abby looked across to her left, just in time to see Jennifer Rannigan bring the nasty, heavy piece of leather down hard across her friend’s bottom.

“Whap!” it landed across the fleshy centre of Amy’s small bottom.

The girl screamed and burst out crying as the belt hit home. She was given a few moments to recover before Jennifer took the belt back behind her right shoulder, bringing it down a moment later with another loud, and painful,

“Whap!”

More tears and muffled screams. Abby Faul felt like she was riding a bucking horse as her friend struggled but managed to hold Amy down as the belt did its work.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

The sixty-year-old dark-haired lady unwrapped the belt from her right hand laid the thick piece of leather across the dressing table, smiling as she picked up her ten-millimetre-thick reformatory cane, which she swished through the air several times to get the feel for it once again. She smiled at Katherine, who was standing with her arms folded across her chest.

“Now, Amy. Twenty-four strokes from Ms. Rannigan with her cane. Take them like a good girl and then that is your punishment over with.”

She didn’t hear a reply from Amy Corcoran. It was just a mixture of sniffles, sobs and snivels.

The dark-haired ex-Reformatory Principal resumed her position at Amy’s left-hand side and laid the dense, dragon cane flat across the bruised bottom lying in front of her. She paused for a moment and took several deep breaths before raising the long cane in the air, bringing it down a few moments later with a loud and painful “Thwack!”

Amy squirmed for all she was worth, but the weight of Abby on her shoulders meant that she could not move very far at all. Out of her view, Jennifer Rannigan rapped out her caning in batches of six, slow, hard and deliberate strokes.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Ms. Rannigan paused and leaned over, gently rubbing Amy’s bottom with her right hand. The girl’s bottom was dark red and swollen in places and, in addition, had six, dark red, neat tram lines from the cane. Jennifer administered the next half-dozen strokes across the centre of Amy’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Again, Jennifer Rannigan paused to inspect the bottom in front of her. It was indeed a well-punished bottom and a bottom that would not be comfortable to sit on for many days to come.

The sixty-year-old lady continued the caning, targeting the creases in between Amy’s bottom and thighs, expertly leaving six more red tram lines.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Amy Corcoran was sniffing and snivelling loudly and would not calm herself, despite Abby’s best efforts to soothe her. Ms. Rannigan took aim for one final time, left hand on her left hip, left foot out in front of her right, cane positioned straight against the fleshy centre of the bottom and a rapid-fire six of the best concluded Amy’s punishment.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Jennifer stood back and smiled as Katherine Cook leaned over and admired the bottom lying on the bed in front of her. After ten minutes, she instructed the girls to swap positions and after much awkwardness, Abby was now face down on the damp duvet and Amy was sitting astride her shoulders, red and bruised bottom touching her friend’s back.

“Now, Abby. You will receive twelve with the strap and then twenty-four strokes with the cane,” Katherine announced.

Jennifer Rannigan had placed her cane on the dressing table and picked up her eighteen-inch long, heavy leather Canadian Prion strap. She held the wooden handle tightly as she measured the thick, holed leather strap out across Abby Faul’s already sore buttocks. Once satisfied, the dark-haired lady took the strap back over her right shoulder, bringing it down with a loud “Whap!” moments later.

The intense pain, once it had registered in Abby’s brain, made her struggle and call out, but Amy managed to hold her down into the bed. Over the next fifteen minutes, the strict dark-haired lady administered the most painful strapping.

Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

Amy did her best to soothe her friend whilst Ms. Rannigan placed her strap on the dressing table. Once again, she swished the dragon cane through the air several times before turning her full attention back to Abby.

“Just like Amy, Ms. Rannigan will conclude your punishment with the cane and then we are all forgiven. Isn’t that right, Ma’am?” Katherine laughed as she looked over at the older woman.

“Absolutely.” Jennifer began tapping the thick, black-handled cane against the girl’s bottom.

A moment later and she began the conclusion to Abby Faul’s punishment.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Both Katherine and Jennifer leaned in to admire the six neat, thin red tram lines that had been imprinted on Abby’s bottom by the cane.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Another pause, while Amy tried to soothe a crying Abby. Jennifer Rannigan smiled and adjusted her skirt once more before taking aim.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Half a dozen rapid-fire strokes that targeted the twenty-three-year-old’s lower bottom and thighs.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The ex-Reformatory Principal laid the final strokes out slow and hard across the lower buttocks. She would feel each and every one of those strokes each time she attempted to sit down in the coming week.

Ms. Rannigan smiled at Katherine as she placed the cane on the dressing table. She was so hot that she decided to strip out of her already open blouse. Next, she unzipped her black skirt, letting it fall to the floor before picking it up and placing it, along with her blouse, on a chair in the corner of the room. Finally, she slipped off her flat, black shoes and placed them to one side. Katherine Cook had to admit to herself that, despite her age, Jennifer was an extremely attractive woman and smiled awkwardly at her.

“Very well, ladies. Lie face down on the bed and Nanny Jennifer and I will clean you up.” Katherine turned and headed to the bathroom.

After a minute or so, she had returned with some cream and smiled at Ms. Rannigan, who had sat on the bed next to Amy. The only sounds in the room were coming from Abby, who was still sobbing and sniffing. Katherine sat on the opposite side of the bed, next to Abby Faul. She opened the tub of cream and took a large handful in her left hand before passing it over to Jennifer, who did likewise before placing the tub on the floor.

Katherine and Jennifer spent the next fifteen minutes or so, soothing the girls. They rubbed the cooling cream into every inch of the red and bruised bottoms and thighs. Jennifer Rannigan smiled over at her friend’s daughter just as both ladies began to pleasure the younger women. Jennifer placed two fingers of her right hand inside Amy’s moist pussy and slowly and gently massaged the girl’s clit. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, coming in gasps before she reached a noisy climax.

Abby felt the cool sensation of the cream being rubbed into the backs of her legs and then felt Katherine’s fingers wandering inside her moist and inviting pussy. Miss Cook used her right hand to gently stroke the girl’s hair, whilst at the same time using her left hand to explore deeper and deeper inside her, touching every inch until she slowly and deliberately targeted Abby’s clit. She stroked it gently and slowly before pushing down firmly and rubbing backwards and forwards, faster and faster, bringing the twenty-three-year-old student nurse to a noisy and mind-blowing orgasm. She collapsed face down on the bed next to her housemate.

Katherine Cook removed her left hand and looked lovingly at Jennifer, who took her left hand and gently pulled her to her feet. She led her out of the girl’s bedroom and into the spare bedroom along the landing. Ms. Rannigan opened the door and led the younger woman inside. She sat on the end of the double bed and pawed at Katherine Cook’s clothes. The strict ex-governess did not need to be asked.

She quickly unbuttoned her red blouse with the small white spots and threw it on the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and removed her black bra, releasing her large and impressive breasts with their large brown nipples. Then she slipped off her black shoes and unzipped her black skirt which she allowed to fall to the floor before kicking it to one side. And then finally, she felt Jennifer slip both hands down the sides of her black knickers and pull then down until they were around the younger woman’s ankles. Katherine stepped out of them and watched as the older woman removed her own bra and knickers.

Jennifer Rannigan took her friend’s daughter’s hands and gently guided her onto the double bed until they were lying next to one another. Katherine, unsure how to proceed, gently kissed the dark-haired woman on the lips and began gently touching her impressive breasts, gently rubbing her nipples with the fingers of her right hand.

The ex-Reformatory Principal used her hands to explore every inch of plain-looking Katherine Cook. She massaged the younger woman’s breasts, kissing, licking and sucking the large nipples. Then she began to touch the girl’s clump of black pubic hair, slowly massaging the area with her fingers. Katherine intentionally spread her legs wider and began to breathe heavily as Ms. Rannigan slipped her fingers inside and went to work, slowly massaging the younger woman’s clit.

The forty-four-year-old gasped as the older woman expertly massaged her clit, slowly, deeply, then faster until she felt Katherine’s muscles tense and then seconds later, bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm, which arrived with a loud scream of ecstasy.

Jennifer then found herself on her back on the double bed, Katherine on top of her. The dark-haired young woman kissed her softly on the lips before gently pushing her tongue into Ms. Rannigan’s warm mouth. At the same time, Katherine Cook touched and toyed with the older lady’s breasts and nipples, finally moving her attention to the nipples which she sucked and licked, smiling as she heard her mother’s friend breathing heavily. Accidentally, she bit Jennifer’s right nipple too hard.

“Ow! Dear.” She pulled Katherine away from her breasts by pulling hard on the young woman’s short hair with her right hand.

The ex-governess smiled and turned her attention to Jennifer Rannigan’s pussy. She slipped two fingers on her left hand inside and immediately was struck by how hot and moist she was. Katherine, who had far too much experience of masturbating, expertly teased the older woman by massaging her clit, reaching further and further inside, pushing deeper and deeper, harder then softer, touching every inch until she quickly brought her to a noisy, satisfied, orgasm. The two disciplinarians collapsed into one another’s arms on the bed, continuing to touch and stroke one another for an hour or so.

Eventually, the four women dressed and assembled in the living room, where Jennifer busied herself by cleaning the implements before returning them to the correct bag. Katherine showed the girls the amended tenancy agreement and watched as they both signed it, Ms. Rannigan acting as a witness. Once Miss Cook had signed it, she handed a copy to Amy and smiled at the blonde-haired girl.

“Now, remember, ladies. Ms. Rannigan is going to act as your dorm mother from now on. You will address her as Nanny Jennifer at all times and you will accept any punishment that she deems necessary. Is that understood? Abby? Amy?” Katherine Cook stood with her hands on her hips, breasts proudly pointing out from under her blouse.

The girls nodded frantically.

“Yes, Miss Cook,” Amy replied frantically.

“Yes, Miss,” Abby replied almost in a whisper, still rubbing her swollen and hot bottom through her tracksuit bottoms.

“Good. Then that’s us all settled. I will be keeping in touch with Nanny Jennifer and if I have to come back here and deal with your behaviour then you already know what will happen to you both – and we won’t be as lenient next time, will we, Nanny?” She looked over at Jennifer, who smiled.

“No. There will be no warm-up, girls. Just a cold strapping and caning across those naughty little bottoms of yours,” she answered so matter-of-factly.

Katherine and Jennifer left the girls’ house and walked back to the younger woman’s car where they said goodbye. Amy and Abby spent that evening lying face down on their double bed, trying to rub and soothe each other’s bruised and sore bottoms. They stopped playing loud music and began to treat Jennifer with more respect from that day onwards. There was no need for Jennifer Rannigan or Katherine Linda Cook to come over and punish them again for making too much noise.

Katherine, however, had grown very attracted to her mother’s friend, and began to dream about being punished by the older woman, once again.