Sent To The Lady Next Door Part Six: Diane And Pauline Punish free porn video

Pauline Manson smiled as she wiped the cups and plates, which she took from her dishwasher, with a tea towel. The seventy-year-old retired School Mistress tried to keep herself busy in order to help the time pass a little quicker before Zofeya and her boyfriend arrived. She hummed to herself as she placed her things back in the cupboard. Pauline Manson was looking forward to spanking Diane’s eighteen-year-old daughter that afternoon. It had been far too long since she had smacked the dark-haired girl’s bottom and then pleasured her afterwards. She had smiled as her younger friend had told her about and then had shown her the video on her mobile phone, which showed Zofeya giving a boy oral sex.

Pauline had not hesitated when Diane Caldwell had asked if she could send her daughter to her when she came home for her reading week. Of course, she would see the eighteen-year-old girl. Of course, she would have a chat with her about the video. And, of course, she would smack the girl’s bare bottom until she promised never to do such things in the future. The ladies had agreed that Zofeya would come and speak to Pauline that Sunday morning at 11am and the retired teacher smiled as the clock on the wall of her kitchen showed the time to be just before 11am.

The dark-haired seventy-year-old had spent the morning deciding upon the implements that she would use on Zofeya and had carefully laid them out on her dining room table. She had then showered and dressed smartly in her favourite short-sleeved white blouse and knee-length grey skirt. Pauline had been having regular sex with Diane but was determined to soothe the woman’s beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter when she got the opportunity. She was day-dreaming and it took a few moments for her to realise that her doorbell was ringing. She took a deep breath and walked down her hallway and smiled as she saw the two shapes through the frosted glass window in her front door. She pulled the door open and smiled.

The older woman smiled at the young couple who looked at her. The tall, dark-haired girl smiled back but the young man remained emotionless, knowing what was going to happen to his girlfriend at the hands of this sweet-looking retired lady.

“Hello there, Zofeya. How are you, sweetie?” Pauline Manson stepped back from her front door.

“Won’t you come on in and tell me what you have been up to?” She watched as the eighteen-year-old girl stepped inside.

“I’m good, Miss.” She reached over and gave Pauline Manson a hug.

“Pauline, young lady. Or Auntie Pauline, if you prefer.” She kissed Zofeya on her cheek and gently stepped back.

“And this must be Stefan.” She looked up at the tall, blonde-haired man who stood there watching the women.

“It is.” Zofeya Caldwell stepped back to her boyfriend and put her left arm around his waist.

Miss Manson smiled at the couple as they stepped inside Pauline’s house, closing the front door behind them.

“Why don’t you lock my front door and we can then all go and sit down and have a cup of coffee?” The older woman had already turned and began walking towards her kitchen.

Diane’s daughter locked the door with the key that was in the lock and led her boyfriend into Pauline’s large living room. They sat down on the sofa in silence and waited for the seventy-year-old woman to return. Zofeya took Stefan’s large right hand in her left and squeezed it tightly. The young woman knew what was coming her way and she was excited and turned on at the thought.

After about five minutes, Pauline joined the couple in the living room and set the tray with the coffee cups down on her table.

“Please help yourselves to milk and sugar and then you can tell me all about University. Not too many wild parties I hope, Zofeya?” she laughed.

Diane’s daughter busied herself by leaning across and pouring the milk into two cups and stirring it loudly. She handed a cup to her boyfriend and smiled as she picked up her own cup before replying.

“I’ve been working hard and behaving myself, Auntie Pauline.” She remembered to address the woman correctly.

“That’s good, dear. Keeping up with the work?” The retired School Mistress poured a little milk into her own cup and stirred it before sitting down in her comfortable leather chair.

“But there is an issue that your mum wants me to deal with, Zofeya.” She smiled sweetly. “Would you like to tell me what that issue is, Dear?” she continued.

Zofeya Caldwell knew only too well why her mother had sent her to the lady next door. It was a well-known ritual by now. She actually enjoyed being sent to Pauline Manson. She actually enjoyed having her bottom smacked by the retired School Mistress. However, the best part for the beautiful eighteen-year-old was the fact that Pauline happily soothed her afterwards.

“I sent my mummy a video by accident, Auntie Pauline.” Zofeya spoke quietly, a smile spread wide across her face.

“A video.” Pauline Manson sipped at her coffee. “What kind of video, young lady?” she asked.

Diane’s daughter looked over at her boyfriend, ran her right hand through her long, dark hair and then looked over at the sweet-looking retired teacher.

“A video of me giving Stefan a blow job, Auntie Pauline.” She smiled but then lowered her head and looked at her trainers.

“A what, Zofeya?” Miss Manson pretended to act surprised.

She already knew what was in the video. Diane had shown her the full video on her phone. It clearly showed the eighteen-year-old giving her boyfriend oral sex until he ejaculated in her mouth. Pauline had acted surprised and even shocked and had quickly agreed to discipline Zofeya when she returned home from University for her reading week.

Pauline smiled as she watched Diane’s daughter think about how she should re-phrase what she had said.

“I accidentally sent my mummy a video we made of me giving Stefan oral sex. I am the one in the video with his penis in my mouth.” The young lady unintentionally licked her lips.

This made Miss Manson smile and also determined to spank Diane Caldwell’s daughter severely.

“You dirty girl. I can see that you need a reminder about how a good St. Katherine’s Girl behaves and also about not being such a dirty little slut, don’t you?” Pauline took a mouthful of coffee and smiled at Zofeya.

The eighteen-year-old smiled and nodded.

“I’m sorry, Auntie Pauline. I don’t know how I managed to send the video to my mummy – I didn’t mean to send it to anyone but must have pressed something on my phone.” Zofeya Caldwell licked her lips once more and began to feel moist between her legs at the thought of being spanked.

Miss Manson and her guests spent the next five or so minutes sitting in silence, finishing their cups of coffee. Pauline leaned forward and placed her empty cup on the tray. She looked across at the young couple and smiled.

“Well, Dear. I think you know what is going to happen now, don’t you?” She sat back in her leather armchair and watched as Zofeya put her cup down on the tray.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline.” Zofeya Caldwell looked at Pauline, aware that she was becoming increasingly damp between her legs.

The seventy-year-old ex-teacher got to her feet and looked down on the couple who were sat on her sofa. The older woman took a few steps towards the door to the living room.

“Zofeya, I would like you both to go upstairs to my spare bedroom – the door is already open – and take off all of your clothes. I shall join you in a little while, and we can begin to deal with your naughtiness.” She placed her hands on her hips.

Diane’s daughter stood up and watched as her boyfriend did the same, placing his empty cup on the tray on the coffee table. Zofeya Caldwell took Stefan’s large left hand in her right hand and moved towards the door.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I have been a very naughty girl and need my bottom smacked.” She smiled as she headed out of the living room and walked down the hallway to the stairs.

Miss Manson watched the young couple climb the stairs before picking up the tray with the empty cups and carrying it into the kitchen where she placed it on the kitchen table. She picked up her mobile phone and scrolled through her messages until she found one from Diane. She pressed “reply” on her screen and tapped out a message.

Have just sent Zofeya to her room and will make sure that she does not want to do such disgusting things in future. I’ll pop over when you get home from work and we can make a little video of our own. I’m looking forward to seeing how much you have learned over these last few weeks. Do not disappoint me young lady – or you may find yourself in detention with me. Pauline x

Pauline Manson smiled, pressed send, checked that the message had been delivered and then placed her phone on the table. She took a deep breath, gave her breasts a gentle rub through her blouse and smiled. The seventy-year-old walked out into the hallway and then up the stairs. She smiled as she saw the young couple standing naked in her spare bedroom and walked in.

“Now, Zofeya. You are going to be spanked but before that, I want to see exactly what you did to your boyfriend.” She closed the door gently behind her.

“Auntie Pauline?” the eighteen-year-old asked, confused.

“As you know, I’ve never married and am not very experienced with such things so I would like you, the dirty little St. Katherine’s Girls’ School slut that you are, to show me how to give a man oral sex – or a blow job – if you prefer.” She walked to the side of the double bed.

“I want your boyfriend to lie on his back on my bed here.” She pointed with her hand.

Zofeya smiled uneasily. She looked at Stefan, who was even more confused.

“Lie on your back please, Dear,” Pauline instructed softly.

Diane’s daughter wanted to laugh but held it in. Pauline smiled at her, breasts standing out proudly, nipples so obviously erect, under her white, short-sleeved blouse.

“Show me what a blow job is like, young lady. On the bed, young man,” Pauline Manson insisted.

Zofeya Caldwell looked up into the bright blue eyes of her tall boyfriend and took him by the hand, leading him to the bed and gently making him lie down on his back. The eighteen-year-old then moved to the bottom of the bed and paused as she looked across at her older neighbour.

“Auntie. I don’t want to,” Zofeya smiled.

Pauline walked around to the other side of the bed and lay on the bed to Stefan’s left-hand side. The seventy-year-old moved in close to the nineteen-year-old man and looked up at Zofeya.

“Show me how you suck a cock, young lady, or I will have to punish you even more severely. Come on, young lady, suck that cock!” She looked down and stared at the blonde-haired young man’s erect penis.

Diane’s daughter did not want a punishment that meant that she couldn’t sit down for days so she slowly knelt at the bottom of the bed and took her boyfriend’s large erect cock in her right hand. She looked first at Stefan, who smiled and then at Pauline, who was watching her intently. The dark-haired eighteen-year-old slowly began stroking her boyfriend’s cock with her left hand and allowing her right hand to stroke his balls. She smiled as Stefan began to moan and move around on the bed next to Pauline. He rested his head on the pillows and closed his eyes.

“So, young lady. Show me a blow job. Like in the video on your mother’s phone.” Pauline laughed and began to stroke Stefan’s muscular left thigh.

Zofeya continued to stroke her boyfriend’s balls and without a word, leaned in closer and took the seven-inch long erect penis in her warm mouth. She sucked it gently for a moment before she removed her hand from Stefan’s balls and placed it gently around his wide, throbbing cock. She continued to suck and lick it gently as she began to masturbate him slowly with her hand. After a few moments, she pulled away and allowed Stefan’s penis to fall out of her mouth.

She continued to masturbate him slowly with her right hand before moving in close, allowing her long dark hair to brush against her boyfriend’s naked stomach. He moaned with pleasure as Zofeya Caldwell took him in her warm mouth once more, this time, licking his massive penis from its shaft to its tip several times. Finally, the eighteen-year-old could tell that her boyfriend was close to climax and returned to massaging his balls, whilst gently sucking and licking his cock. Pauline smiled as she watched the young lady pleasuring her boyfriend and found herself stroking Stefan’s thighs, as he shuddered.

Miss Manson gasped as she saw the nineteen-year-old student climax, squirting his spunk into Zofeya’s warm mouth. The eighteen-year-old woman took it all and swallowed, raising her head once he had finished, droplets of spunk on her chin. She held onto her boyfriend’s cock and licked it clean, swallowing every last drop. Stefan had long since collapsed into the pillows with satisfaction, having shot his load. Pauline continued to stroke the young man’s thighs, looking at Zofeya, who was sweating from her exertions.

“So, that’s a blow job, Zofeya?” she laughed, moving closer to Stefan and cuddling him.

Diane’s daughter wiped the spunk from her chin and sat on the edge of the bed, touching her boyfriend’s legs softly.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. That’s how you give oral sex.” She smiled.

The three of them lay on the bed for a few moments before Pauline decided that she would get down to the real reason why Zofeya was there.

“Right. Now that Auntie Pauline knows what a blow job looks like, I can truly say that she is disgusted at you, young lady.

“I want you in the living room and I’m going to spank your bottom until you can assure me that you will not behave like that ever again. You, dirty, dirty girl!” She raised her voice slightly.

Pauline stood up and ironed the creases from her grey skirt with her hands. She smiled as she walked past Zofeya, who sat on the edge of the double bed smiling, knowing what was coming her way.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I’m sorry, Auntie Pauline, I need to be taught a lesson for what I’ve done.” She laughed quietly.

“Young man. Get yourself dressed and come down to the living room,” she instructed.

“Zofeya. Gather up your clothes and bring them into the living room. No point in you getting dressed as you’re going to get your bare bottom smacked,” Pauline continued before bending forward and kissing the eighteen-year-old gently on her forehead.

The seventy-year-old lady turned and left the room. As Pauline walked down the stairs, the young couple got up from the bed and began to do as they had been instructed. Within five minutes, Stefan Bjorkman was fully dressed and fastened his trainers. Diane’s daughter gathered up her tracksuit, bra, knickers, socks and trainers and smiled at her boyfriend as they slowly walked down the stairs. A moment later, the young couple were standing in Pauline’s living room. The older woman sitting waiting on her leather sofa.

“Young man. Sit in the armchair over there,” Pauline Manson indicated with her right hand and smiled as the tall, blonde-haired man did as he had been told without a word.

She then turned her attention to Zofeya Caldwell, who stood facing her, her arms holding onto her bundle of clothes.

“You. Young lady, place your clothes on the dining room table over there and bring my clothes brush and the small, round-headed leather paddle over here.” The retired teacher smiled sweetly as Diane’s daughter turned and headed into the dining room.

Within moments, the dark-haired eighteen-year-old girl faced Pauline and looked down on the older lady who was sat on the sofa. She held the implements out in her right hand.

“Here are your brush and paddle, Auntie Pauline. I am sorry for being a dirty little slut, Auntie.” She smiled at the older woman.

Pauline Manson took the implements in her left hand and placed them down on the sofa next to where she sat. She moved into the middle of the sofa and removed the creases from her grey skirt, which had risen up to reveal her shapely legs. The retired School Mistress adjusted her short-sleeved white cotton blouse before turning her full attention to Zofeya Caldwell.

“You know the routine, young lady. Lie over my knees and place your head in the cushion if you want to.” She stared up as the tall young lady took a step forward.

Diane’s daughter carefully reached over her neighbour’s lap and lowered herself carefully down, until she felt the material of Pauline’s skirt touching her exposed pussy. She grabbed hold of the soft cushion and rested her head against it. Zofeya breathed slowly as she felt the lovely sensation of Miss Manson’s left hand resting on her lower back and her right hand gently massaging her cold bottom.

Pauline Manson looked across at Stefan as she continued to rub Zofeya’s small but perfectly formed, bottom. The seventy-year-old lady smiled as she saw the girl open her legs slightly, putting her pussy on full display.

“Well, young man. This is what happens to naughty young girls and boys who get up to disgusting things in their bedrooms.” Her right hand wandered and touched Zofeya Caldwell’s pussy lips.

The young woman squirmed as she felt the sensation of Pauline’s fingers touching her pussy lips.

“Hopefully, this will teach you both not to make naughty videos and certainly to keep them to yourselves if you do!” She raised her voice slightly.

She gave Diane’s daughter’s bottom one final rub before raising her right hand in the air, smiling as she saw Zofeya pull the cushion close and bury her face in it in anticipation of the spanking that was coming her way. A second later, Pauline’s small, but extremely hard, right hand landed across the fleshy centre of Zofeya Caldwell’s small bottom with a “slap!” The sound echoed loudly around the ex-School Mistress’ large living room.

Pauline then went to work with her hard hand on the small, vulnerable bottom lying over her knee in front of her. There was to be no gentle build up this time. Diane’s daughter was going to feel Auntie Pauline’s displeasure from that first slap and there would be no break from the punishment until the seventy-year-old lady was satisfied that the girl was sorry for what she had sent her mother. The right hand was raised in the air once more and the onslaught began.

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

Miss Manson used her left hand to pull Zofeya Caldwell into her white blouse and grey skirt, holding her so tight that there would be no escape from the retired teacher’s hand, no matter how much she wriggled and squirmed.

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

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

Pauline began by laying out a targeted spanking against the fleshy centre of Zofeya’s small bottom. She spanked slow and she spanked as hard as she could.

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

The centre of the beautiful young lady’s bottom received a repeat visit. Miss Manson paused and took a breath before laying out another slow, painful dose in the same area.

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

Pauline paused once more and looked down at the small bottom that was lying at her mercy over her lap. It had already started to turn pink and Diane’s daughter had already buried her head deep into the cushion to muffle her sobs and cries. The retired School Mistress looked across at Stefan, who had sat forward in his chair and was watching her in a mixture of amazement and downright shock.

“Well, this is just the beginning, young man. Naughty Zofeya has a lot more coming her way before I may be satisfied that she won’t be sucking your cock in future.” Pauline Manson returned her attention to Zofeya and took aim against the centre of her lovely bottom once more.

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

Zofeya Caldwell squirmed but soon discovered that she could not go anywhere due to Pauline’s left arm, which was under her stomach, holding her into the older lady’s lap.

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

The eighteen-year-old’s thighs began to feel Pauline’s displeasure. Again, she was held tightly in place by the older woman.

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

Again, the young woman tried to struggle and get away from the older woman’s hard right hand, but it was no use. The surprisingly heavy and hard hand continued to land at regular intervals covering every inch of Diane’s daughter’s bottom, thighs and, most painfully, backs of her legs.

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

Pauline Manson paused and stroked Zofeya’s long dark hair with her right hand before going back to work and concluding the first part to her punishment.

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

Slow, hard, targeted slaps on the girl’s fleshy bottom.

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

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

A frantic spanking against the creases in between Diane’s daughter’s buttocks and thighs.

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

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

A final, five-minute-long, slow and as hard as physically possible hand spanking turned the sobbing girl’s bottom bright red and sore. Pauline smiled at Stefan as she listened to her neighbour’s daughter’s sobs and cries.

Miss Manson paused and pulled her left hand out from under Zofeya’s stomach, placing it on the girl’s lower back. Pauline placed her warm right hand on the girl’s scorching bottom and resumed rubbing it gently, smiling as she continued to listen to the girl’s sobs and sniffs. She rubbed the fingers on her right hand across the eighteen-year-old woman’s pussy lips and smiled over at the girl’s boyfriend, who sat in silence, shocked at what he had just witnessed. The retired School Mistress continued to rub Zofeya Caldwell between her legs until her sobs and sniffs had been replaced by sniffs and gasps as she became aroused.

“Now, young lady, I’m going to smack that naughty little bottom of yours with my clothes brush as I know how much you love it.” The older woman reached over to where the brush was lying on the sofa and picked it up in her left hand, playfully brushing the girl’s long, dark hair with it.

Miss Manson smiled over at Stefan Bjorkman as she moved the nasty, ebony-backed brush into her right hand. She replaced her left arm under Zofeya’s stomach and pulled her back into position, tightly secured against Pauline’s blouse and skirt. The seventy-year-old then began to tap the brush gently against the girl’s already red and sore bottom. Zofeya Caldwell grabbed the cushion in front of her and buried her face in it. She knew what was coming her way.

“Now, you little slut. Auntie Pauline is going to show you what happens to dirty little girls who like giving oral sex.” Pauline Manson continued tapping the girl’s small bottom with the brush until she was ready to resume the punishment.

The retired School Mistress lifted the large brush behind her head and took a deep breath, bringing the nasty piece of wood down a moment later. It landed with a loud, and painful “Smack!”

Diane’s daughter shouted out but muffled her scream by burying her head deep in the cushion which she held in her hands. Miss Manson smiled and paused for a moment before raising the brush once more, landing it a second later in the fleshy centre of the girl’s bottom with another loud “Smack!” Pauline held the girl tightly, pulling her into her blouse and skirt. The sound that the brush made echoing around the large room. Again, Miss Manson paused before deciding to teach Diane Caldwell’s daughter a painful lesson. Moments later, the brush kissed the girl’s bottom once more.

“Smack!” The ebony-backed brush left a dark red mark across the girl’s left buttock.

“Smack!” Zofeya’s right bum cheek received the same treatment.

Pauline Manson spent five minutes smacking the sobbing girl’s bottom with the nasty, wooden brush, ignoring her sniffs and sobs, simply tightening her grip on the eighteen-year-old and concentrating upon landing the brush solidly and as hard as she physically could.

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

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

Miss Manson paused for a moment and placed the brush on the girl’s back. She gently ran her fingers over every inch of Zofeya’s small bottom. Pauline smiled as she saw the different shades of red that had started to appear across the eighteen-year-old’s bottom and thighs. However, she was far from finished. The retired teacher picked up the brush in her right hand once more and laid the six-inch-long brush, with the heavy wooden back across the creases in between the girl’s bottom and backs of her legs. Once satisfied, the brush was raised until it was high above Pauline’s head. A pause. Shortly followed by a loud “smack!” which echoed loudly around the room. Pauline then spent five minutes spanking Zofeya’s lower buttocks and thighs.

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

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

Zofeya Caldwell was crying uncontrollably and Miss Manson spent a while rubbing and soothing the girl until her breathing had returned to almost normal, just the occasional sniff coming from the long-haired girl with her face pushed deep into the cushion. The retired teacher placed the brush back on her sofa Pauline pulled her small, round-headed leather paddle from underneath the young girl and began tapping the tan-coloured implement gently against the red and sore bottom being held securely over her knee.

“Now, Dear. I think we are beginning to get through to you that your mother, nor I, expect you to behave in such way in future.” Miss Manson thought about where she would land her small paddle.

“However. I feel that you need quite a severe punishment on your bottom and thighs in order to get that through to you for sure.” Pauline could feel that her grey skirt had risen up and that her knees were damp.

“You will receive twenty-four spanks with my little paddle here. Then a dose with the slipper and then, finally, twenty-four strokes with my cane. And then Auntie Pauline will soothe you and take care of you to show that she still loves you.” The seventy-year-old woman raised the tan-coloured paddle and brought it down solidly a moment later with a surprisingly loud “Whap!”

The experienced teacher did not hold back and put as much force and effort as she could behind each stroke. She laid the spanks with the small paddle out quickly, holding the girl tightly with her left arm so that she could complete this part of Zofeya’s punishment as quickly as possible.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Pauline paused for a moment to give the girl a chance to regather her composure but also to allow her to examine the bottom in front of her. Zofeya Caldwell’s bottom was a mixture of light and dark shades of red. She had handprints and marks where the older lady’s hand and implements had connected with her bottom and thighs. After a few minutes, she picked up the paddle in her right hand once again and laid out the final three smacks across the crease in between Zofeya’s buttocks and legs.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

Pauline Manson looked over at Stefan, smiled sweetly at him, before raising the paddle one final time and bringing it down against Zofeya’s right thigh with a loud,

“Whap!”

Miss Manson placed the paddle on the sofa next to her and concentrated on soothing the eighteen-year-old. The ex-School Mistress rubbed her right hand over every inch of Diane’s daughter’s bottom and thighs. She spent a while touching the girl until she had calmed herself and the tears had stopped flowing.

“Ssh, Dear. Auntie Pauline only spanks you because you have been a bad girl.” The older woman removed her left arm from around Zofeya’s waist and placed it flat on her lower back.

“Auntie loves you and doesn’t really enjoy having to do this to you.” She brushed the girl’s long-dark hair with her left hand.

“Up you get and go and bend over my dining table, young lady.” She deliberately pushed a finger on her right hand into the girl’s pussy.

The eighteen-year-old woman took a while to get to her feet but in a few moments, she was positioned, as requested, bent over Pauline’s dining table, her bottom sticking out proudly, awaiting the next part of her punishment.

“Young man. I want you to stand in front of Zofeya and hold her wrists tightly so that she can’t move.” Pauline Manson watched as the tall, blonde-haired man got to his feet and walked into Pauline’s dining room.

Stefan gently took Zofeya’s wrists and leaned over her. A moment later, Pauline took up her position to the left-hand side of the girl. She picked up her red, rubber-soled slipper and tapped it gently against the eighteen-year-old’s bottom.

“No need to count. We’ll just get through these quickly, my dear. I’m only doing this because I love you very much. Do you understand, Zofeya?” Pauline re-adjusted the left sleeve of her blouse and smiled.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I am so sorry for my behaviour. I’ll be a good girl. I promise,” the eighteen-year-old spat out, turning her head to the left to look at the woman.

“I know you will, sweetie, but I don’t want to have to do this again so we will make this punishment memorable.” She drew the slipper back.

The retired teacher then wasted no time in delivering the twenty-four smacks with the slipper, giving no more than five seconds between each whack.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

The seventy-year-old woman placed the slipper down on the table and reached across for her cane. As she re-took her position at Zofeya’s left-hand side, she took a close look at the hot, sore and bruised bottom positioned over the table before her. She resisted the opportunity to touch the girl’s bottom and took up her position at the younger girl’s left-hand side. Pauline laid the cane out against her bottom and began tapping it gently. She placed her left hand on her left hip and placed her left foot in front of her right. She was ready for the finale to Zofeya Caldwell’s punishment. Every time the girl thought about oral sex in future, she would have those thoughts dismissed with the thought of the punishment that she had received.

“Now, Dear. I’m going to give you twenty-four strokes with my cane. Again, no need to count. Just take them and then Auntie Pauline will sort you out.” She drew the cane back.

A second later, it landed across the dead centre of the girl’s small bottom with a loud “Thwack!” As Pauline Manson pulled the cane back and lifted it, a neat, thin red line appeared on Zofeya’s buttocks.

Miss Manson rapped out the strokes in batches of six, wasting very little time in concluding the dark-haired girl’s punishment.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

The seventy-year-old dark-haired woman paused and allowed Zofeya to calm herself. She was crying uncontrollably, and her bottom was red, swollen and had a neat collection of lines across the centre of it. Pauline targeted those final five strokes against the creases in between the girl’s buttocks and thighs.

“Thwack!”

A pause, allowing Miss Manson to take a breath and re-arrange her blouse.

“Thwack!”

Another pause while Zofeya sobbed and cried as the cane bit deeply and painfully into her lower bum cheek.

“Thwack!”

The cane left yet another neat red line on the crease between buttock and thigh.

“Thwack!”

A pause to allow Zofeya Caldwell to regather her composure. Pauline decided to deliver her final stroke, ignoring the girl’s promises and pleads to be good in future.

“Thwack!”

The ex-School Mistress held the cane against the girl’s red and bruised bottom for a moment before pulling it away and placing it down on the dining table. She smiled over at Stefan, who had released his grip on his girlfriend’s wrists and began kissing her head gently. Pauline spent a while rubbing the young lady’s bottom and bent down to enable her to kiss and lick Zofeya’s bottom in an attempt to soothe the eighteen-year-old’s red and swollen buttocks. After a few moments, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

“Right, I think we had better take you upstairs and clean you up. Don’t worry – Auntie Pauline will take good care of you, Dear.” She smiled as the girl turned and looked at her.

“Up you get. Get yourselves upstairs to the spare bedroom and lie on your stomach on the bed, Zofeya,” Pauline continued.

The tall young lady stood up awkwardly and rubbed her bottom with both hands. She looked at Pauline tearfully before she took her boyfriend by the hand and led him up the stairs. Diane’s neighbour picked up her implements and followed the couple, heading into her bathroom, where firstly, she cleaned her implements with some antiseptic wipes before opening her cupboard and bringing out a tube of cooling cream. Miss Manson walked the short distance from her bathroom to the bedroom and found Stefan standing looking down at Zofeya, who was lying on the double bed on her stomach.

“Right, Dear. I’ll put some cream on your bottom and thighs and then Auntie Pauline will show you how much she loves you and that she has forgiven you for your slutty behaviour. Would you like that?” she asked softly.

Zofeya Caldwell turned her head and looked at the seventy-year-old woman who had sat on the bed next to her. She had already flipped the cap of the tube of cream open and squirted a good handful into her right hand before flipping it closed with a loud “click!” She threw it onto the bed next to Zofeya.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. I won’t be a slut ever again, I promise. I will be a good girl.” The eighteen-year-old rubbed her eyes and lay face down on the bed.

“Sit on the chair over there, young man while I take care of this lovely young lady.” Pauline smiled at Stefan before turning her full attention to Zofeya.

As Stefan Bjorkman sat in the chair, Pauline began rubbing the cooling cream over every inch of Zofeya’s red and sore bottom. She spent a good ten minutes massaging aloe vera gel into the young woman’s bottom and thighs, smiling as the girl moaned with pleasure. Out of the eighteen-year-old’s sight, Miss Manson quickly untucked her blouse from her skirt and unfastened the seven buttons, revealing her silky white bra.

“Turn over onto your back, Dear,” Pauline purred, knowing exactly how she was going to show the girl that she had been forgiven.

Zofeya obeyed immediately and unintentionally opened her legs wide. The retired School Mistress lay down at the girl’s left-hand side and began stroking her breasts with her right hand. Soon, she moved on to touching the dark-haired girl’s shaven pussy, placing her fingers inside. The older woman leaned over and kissed the young lady full on the mouth and then moved on to her breasts. Zofeya Caldwell had large, well-formed breasts and her nipples were erect and Pauline spent a while licking and sucking gently on her large nipples. The girl was becoming increasingly wet between the legs and her breathing came in gasps.

Miss Manson slowly massaged Zofeya’s clit, all the while kissing, sucking and gently biting on her nipples. She smiled as the eighteen-year-old reached a noisy climax and shuddered violently as she came. The ladies lay in one another’s arms for a short while, before Diane’s daughter leaned over and kissed Pauline softly on the lips, her hands pawing at the older woman’s white, short-sleeved blouse.

The ex-School Mistress sat up and removed the blouse, slowly followed by her bra. She kicked off her shoes and shuffled around as she slipped off her grey skirt and white knickers. Within moments, Zofeya Caldwell had the older woman lying on her back and was kissing her softly on the mouth, gently probing with her tongue. The younger woman’s hands slowly and softly massaged Pauline’s very small breasts, until Miss Manson took the dark-haired girl’s hand and placed it over her unshaven pussy. Within moments, Diane’s daughter was massaging the older woman’s clit with her fingers, bringing the seventy-year-old to climax a short time later.

The women collapsed into one another’s arms on the bed, kissing and holding one another for a while. Eventually Pauline looked over at Stefan, who was shocked at what he had just witnessed. She could see that he was aroused from what he had just seen.

“Stand up and take your jeans and pants down, Dear,” she purred.

Stefan Bjorkman stood up and looked across at his girlfriend, who was lying on the bed, looking at Pauline, very satisfied at what they had just done. The dark-haired girl raised her head and looked at him.

“Go on, sweetie. Do what Auntie Pauline asks you.” She smiled at him.

The tall, blonde-haired man stood up, unfastened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Through his underpants, the ladies could see that he had an erection. They smiled at him as he lowered them and let them rest on top of his jeans. His large penis stood out proudly before him and Stefan Bjorkman tried to avoid looking at the women sitting on the bed.

“That’s a big cock, isn’t it, Zofeya?” Pauline laughed.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline. It’s almost too big to suck!” She sat up on the bed.

As the blonde-haired man stood there looking awkward, the women continued teasing.

“Would you like to give it a kiss and a suck, Auntie?” Zofeya Caldwell shrieked.

Pauline Manson got to her feet and began retrieving her clothing from the bedroom floor. She began to dress before answering.

“Oh, no, Sweetie. I think that your mummy may enjoy dealing with that more than I would.” She laughed again.

Once Pauline and Stefan had dressed, all three of them made their way back downstairs and into the living room, where Zofeya picked up her clothes from the dining table and got dressed. They sat in the living room for a while chatting before Pauline Manson announced the second, unexpected part to the couple’s punishment.

“So, you need to go home now and wait for your mummy to get home from work. I’ll join her later tonight and we’ll conclude your punishment.” She smiled at the couple.

“What do you mean, Auntie Pauline? My bottom is already too sore to take any more punishment,” Zofeya spat out in panic.

“Oh, I think that it is time for you to see how upset your mummy was when she received that video, so later this evening, this young man will be going over her lap for a spanking on his bare bottom.” The retired teacher got to her feet.

“Mummy doesn’t spank, Auntie Pauline,” Zofeya announced, confused.

“My dear, that’s not strictly true, is it? Maybe Stefan should speak to your naughty little friend Aimee. Besides, I felt that it was time for her to learn, so I have been teaching her a thing or two.”

The eighteen-year-old woman shook her head as she remembered being spanked alongside her friend after their drunken night out to celebrate their A-Level results.

At 5pm that evening, Zofeya, Stefan and Diane were sitting in the living room. The young couple were very subdued after Diane’s daughter had been punished that morning. They were also extremely nervous at the thought of the forty-seven-year-old woman actually spanking someone. Diane Caldwell was smartly dressed in her work blouse and blue silky skirt with small white spots. The fact that she had not changed clothes on her arrival home from work earlier that afternoon signalled to Zofeya that a spanking was going to happen. The doorbell sounded and Ms. Caldwell got to her feet, smiling at the young couple, as she walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Zofeya held Stefan Bjorkman’s right hand tightly in her left and smiled nervously as she heard the sound of voices in the hallway. She then heard the sound of the front door being closed and locked before looking up at Miss Manson who was standing in front of her, hockey bag in her right hand. Her mother stood behind the older woman, arms folded across her chest, smiling.

“Hello, Zofeya. Have you been a good girl this afternoon?” Pauline Manson laughed as she placed her hockey bag on the coffee table in front of the two teenagers.

Zofeya Caldwell smiled nervously and looked down at her trainers before answering the slim, brown-haired lady.

“Yes, Auntie Pauline, we’ve been good.” She could feel herself becoming wet at the thought of the retired School Mistress.

“That’s good, dear, but this evening we’re going to show you what your mother has learned over the last few weeks.” Pauline looked over her shoulder at Diane, who continued to smile.

“You’ve had your bottom smacked and I hope that your mum agrees that it is a well-smacked bottom indeed?” Miss Manson looked over at Diane once again.

Diane laughed quietly.

“It is a well-smacked bottom, thank you, Pauline. But we do need to deal with both parties to this disgusting act, don’t we?” She smiled directly at Stefan.

The Swedish student looked up at Ms. Caldwell. He knew what was coming his way. Zofeya had cried when they had returned from Pauline Manson’s house early that afternoon at the thought of seeing her boyfriend get spanked. The tall, blonde-haired man had lied that he would just take it if it meant the ladies drew a line under the video incident. Secretly, he could not wait to bend over Diane’s lap. She was an extremely attractive lady and it had been far too long since he had been spanked. He had missed it.

“Yes, we do, Diane. And, seen as there were two naughty young people involved, then it's only fair that they both take a spanking.” Miss Manson smiled at the young couple.

“Please, Mummy. We’ve learned our lesson and I have been spanked enough for both of us.” Zofeya raised her voice at her mother.

Diane stepped out from behind Pauline and took a step towards her daughter.

“Be quiet, my girl or you can have another spanking from Pauline if that’s what you want?” Ms. Caldwell snapped sternly at her dark-haired daughter.

Zofeya swallowed hard.

“No, Mummy. I’m sorry. It’s just it was my idea.” She squeezed Stefan’s hand harder.

The blonde, blue-eyed man smiled at the girl and looked up at the two older ladies who were staring at him.

“It’s okay, Zoe – I do deserve to be punished too. I was the one holding the phone and taking the video. I do need to be punished, Ms. Caldwell.” He let Diane’s daughter's hand go and stood up, towering over Diane and Pauline.

“Very well, young man. Take your shoes, jeans and underpants off, please.” Miss Manson smiled as she reached down and picked up her hockey bag.

The six-foot-four-inch tall student undressed and was soon standing naked from the waist down. Pauline had removed her cane and clothes brush from her bag and laid them neatly on the table, placing the bag on the floor next to it. Diane had brought a high-backed chair from the corner of the room and placed it in a space. She sat down, slowly ironing the creases from her blue silky skirt with her hands. Once satisfied, she placed her hands flat in her lap. She smiled at Pauline Manson. It was time.

“Over you go, you naughty boy and bend over Diane’s lap.” Miss Manson watched the tall man walk the seven steps over to where Diane was seated before sitting next to Zofeya on the sofa. She took the girl’s left hand in her right and smiled.

“Right, Stefan. I want to spank your bottom to show you that I am disgusted at what you and Zofeya did and that if you want to continue seeing my daughter, then you will need to show me that you will never do such things ever again. Is that clear, young man?” She looked up at the tall nineteen-year-old.

“Yes, Ms. Caldwell. I am sorry and we won’t do that again.” He was aware that his cock had gone hard and was pointing proudly at Zofeya’s mum, inches away from her face.

“Very well, young man. Stand at my right side - here,” she indicated with her small right hand and smiled as Stefan Bjorkman complied immediately.

“Over my lap – hands flat on the floor in front of you.” Ms. Caldwell was really getting into her role.

The nineteen-year-old smiled at Zofeya, who was looking at her boyfriend and mum in disbelief. He then took a step and lowered himself gently over Diane’s knees. The large man placed his hands flat on the floor and this helped the diminutive Diane Caldwell with the nineteen-year-old’s weight pressing on her lap. Stefan opened his legs slightly and Zofeya’s mum began to stroke his muscular bottom gently with her right hand.

“Zofeya. Get my phone from my chair and open the video, please,” she exhaled loudly as Stefan Bjorkman pushed his large, throbbing cock into her silky blue and white spotted skirt.

Her daughter looked confused at Pauline, who let the girl’s hand go and began stroking Zofeya’s long dark hair with her right hand.

“I want to make a video. Get up and set my phone up or you can have another caning from Pauline.” Diane smiled as she continued to stroke Stefan’s bare bottom and thighs.

Pauline laughed as Zofeya stood up and picked up her mum’s phone from the armchair. She pressed a few buttons and then held the phone out.

“Is it ready, Zofeya?” Ms. Caldwell looked over at her daughter.

The eighteen-year-old held the phone up.

“Yes, Mummy,” she replied and pressed another button.

Diane nodded over at Pauline Manson. She raised her small right hand in the air and brought it down a moment later with a loud “Slap!” across Stefan’s bare bottom.

Pauline got to her feet and stood watching Ms. Caldwell go to work on Stefan Bjorkman’s muscular bottom.

“Just like I showed you, Diane.” She smiled as Zofeya’s mother began spanking her daughter’s boyfriend.

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

The forty-seven-year-old woman laid out half a dozen slow, but hard, smacks to the bottom in front of her. Stefan Bjorkman hardly moved.

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

Diane repeated the dose. Still no reaction from the tall, blonde-haired man.

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

Ms. Caldwell continued slapping the white, muscular buttocks lying over her lap until they had started to turn a shade of pink.

“Getting all of this, Zofeya?” She looked across at her daughter.

Zofeya Caldwell concentrated on holding her mother’s mobile phone so that she was getting everything in the shot.

“Yes, Mummy,” she replied quietly.

Pauline stood watching her student spank the young man’s bottom hard.

“Now, slap the naughty boy’s thighs and backs of legs, Diane. Just like I do with you.” She smiled at Ms. Caldwell.

“Yes, Miss.” She raised her right hand and brought it down a second later across Stefan’s right thigh with a loud “Slap!” It left a handprint on the nineteen-year-old’s thigh. Ms. Caldwell then wrapped out a five minute spanking that targeted Stefan Bjorkman’s thighs and the crease in between buttock and thigh.

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

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

Again, Stefan Bjorkman took it well, hardly showing a reaction. As Diane was finishing him off, Miss Manson walked over to the coffee table and picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush, which hours earlier had been used to spank Zofeya’s lovely bottom. She waited for Diane to finish her hand spanking before handing the brush to her younger neighbour.

“Now a dose with this, Diane.” She smiled as the younger woman took it in her right hand.

Zofeya’s mum playfully brushed her daughter’s boyfriend’s bottom with the bristles before turning the oval-shaped brush over and tapping him with the wooden back.

“I want you to feel every spank, young man. By the end of this, you won’t want my daughter to give you a blow job ever again!” She unintentionally raised her voice and raised the brush in the air. She paused for a moment, looked at Pauline, then at Zofeya and then finally brought the brush down hard, across the muscular bottom lying at her mercy with a loud “Smack!” The sound echoed around the living room.

The blonde-haired man showed no reaction. Diane raised the brush in the air once more and went to work on his bottom.

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

The nineteen-year-old’s muscular bottom received a prolonged dose of the nasty brush across the centre of his buttocks.

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

Diane rapped out a ferocious and rapid-fire dose of the ebony-backed brush across the backs of Stefan’s legs.

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

The crease in between the tall, blonde-haired student’s buttocks and thighs received a prolonged and painful visit from the nasty brush.

He had begun to feel the punishment and Diane and Pauline were smiling as they could see the shades of dark red that had started to spread across Stefan Bjorkman’s bottom and thighs. Ms. Caldwell paused and placed the brush on Stefan’s back. She rubbed his bottom gently with her small right hand.

“Have you learned your lesson, young man?” Diane Caldwell asked softly.

Zofeya’s boyfriend took a deep breath and raised his head to the left so that he could look up at the older lady.

“I have, Miss. I think you spank harder than my grandmother,” he laughed.

“Oh, do I? How often did she spank you?” The forty-seven-year-old moved around on the chair as she felt the nineteen-year-old’s cock push deeper into her skirt.

“She used to take me into the garden in the summer, or into my bedroom and spank me with a birch if I had been a bad boy. I got it quite regularly – I quite enjoyed it.” He laughed.

Diane picked up her brush and raised it once more, rapping out six hard and rapid spanks across Stefan’s bottom.

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

“Up you get, sweetie. We’ll finish your punishment.” She tapped him gently with the brush and sat back in the chair, allowing him to awkwardly get to his feet.

After a few moments, Stefan Bjorkman was standing, erect cock still pointing proudly at Diane, looking at his girlfriend’s mother, who slowly got up from the chair and adjusted her skirt. She was becoming hot and aroused and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her lemon short-sleeved blouse. Pauline walked over to the coffee table, picked up her cane and handed it over to Diane, who handed the clothes brush back to her.

“Still recording, Zofeya?” She smiled at her dark-haired daughter.

The girl was concentrating on the phone and took a few moments to reply.

“Yes, Mummy,” she replied quietly.

Diane Caldwell looked at the cane closely before returning her focus to her daughter’s boyfriend. She swished it through the air several times before smiling at him.

“Right, young man. Let’s see if I can give you a hiding that reminds you of your grandmother and also, that teaches you never, ever to ask my daughter to do things like that in future. Do I make myself clear?” She raised her voice.

Stefan smiled nervously at Diane. He really fancied the strict, older woman-types and began to dream about getting a blow job from his girlfriend’s mother.

“Yes, Ms. Caldwell. We won’t do anything like that ever again, I promise.” He looked over at Zofeya, who was still filming.

Diane Caldwell smiled and tapped the seat of the chair with her cane.

“Bend over the chair. Hands on the seat and do not move. Is that clear?” She looked over at Pauline, who was nodding at her.

“Yes, Miss.” Stefan did as he had been instructed within a few seconds.

Zofeya’s mum stood at the young man’s left-hand side and she concentrated on getting herself into the perfect position to administer a caning, just like Pauline had taught her. She laid the cane out against the nineteen-year-old’s bare bottom before placing her left hand on her left hip, placing her left foot in front of her right and began tapping Stefan Bjorkman’s buttocks gently with the senior dragon cane.

“Now, young man. I’m going to give you twelve hard strokes and hopefully, they will act as a reminder to you that you never, ever ask my daughter to do such dirty things ever again. Do you understand me?” Diane continued to tap the cane gently against the centre of the young man’s bottom.

He took a moment to reply.

“Yes, Ms. Caldwell. I’m sorry.” He concentrated on the padded seat on the chair before him.

Diane Caldwell drew the cane back behind her, raising it and paused.

“Very well. Twelve hard strokes, young man. No need to count them.” She looked across at Pauline and then to Zofeya.

“Still recording, Zofeya?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, Mummy,” her dark-haired daughter replied.

The forty-seven-year-old woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment before concentrating on Stefan Bjorkman’s red and sore bottom. She sent the cane through the air, smiling as it landed a second later.

“Thwack!”

The first stroke kissed the centre of Stefan’s muscular bottom, leaving a thin red line behind. The young man swayed but managed to stay in position over the chair.

“Thwack!”

The second stroke landed millimetres lower than the first across the fleshy centre of his bottom, again, leaving a thin red line.

“Thwack!”

Diane Caldwell concentrated upon landing the dragon cane on the fleshy part of the nineteen-year-old’s bottom, just as Pauline had shown her. She was angry at what the blonde-haired student had made her daughter do, but did not want to whip him on his legs, or catch him high, or worse still, wrap the three-foot-long cane around his thighs.

“Thwack!”

Another stroke across the centre of the bottom and another red line to show where it had landed.

“Thwack!”

Ms. Caldwell put her full strength behind the stroke, which landed mainly on Stefan’s right bum cheek. The tall, muscular man showed very little reaction.

“Thwack!”

Diane caught Stefan once more across the centre of his bottom.

Pauline walked over to where Stefan Bjorkman was bent over the chair and bent down to take a closer look at his bottom. It was red, even dark red in places, and he had a collection of neat, red lines from Diane’s cane. After a moment, she stood up and walked away, allowing Zofeya’s mum to resume her position in order to administer the finale to the young man’s punishment. Ms. Caldwell tapped the young man’s bare bottom with the cane until she was happy where her next stroke would land.

“Try to get him in the creases, Miss,” Pauline Manson instructed softly.

The final six strokes were given slowly, and deliberately. Diane Caldwell left six more red lines, expertly kissing the nineteen-year-old’s lower buttocks and tops of his thighs. He had tears in his eyes but refused to show the ladies that Diane’s caning had really been a painful one.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Zofeya Caldwell stopped recording on her mother’s phone and sat down in the armchair, tears in her eyes. She was upset at seeing her boyfriend get punished, but she was also worried that any poor behaviour on her part in future would lead to a trip over her usually soft-touch mother’s knee.

Pauline and Diane looked at Stefan’s bottom and the older lady smiled at her younger student. Her punishment had been, indeed a thorough one. The seventy-year-old, dark-haired lady rubbed the young man’s bottom gently with her right hand, while Ms. Caldwell placed the cane on the table before going and fetching some cooling cream from her medical cupboard in the bathroom. She spent a few moments rubbing the cream into the tall student’s bottom. His erection had gone and she smiled.

“Now, young man. For the rest of your stay with me, you will sleep in my spare bedroom. If I catch you in Zofeya’s room, or her in yours, I will cane both of you. Do you understand me?” Diane tried to put on her best teacherly voice to tell him off.

“Yes, Ms. Caldwell. I won’t do anything like that again,” he replied.

“Very well. Up you get and go and put your clothes on.” She watched as he stood up and did as she had instructed.

After Pauline and Diane had cleaned the implements and placed them back in the hockey bag, they sat in the living room with Zofeya and Stefan. The two women laughed and made comments as they watched the video of Stefan’s punishment that had been recorded on Diane Caldwell’s mobile phone.

“So, I do hope that you both realise that I will not tolerate such disgusting behaviour and what will happen if you ever do such things in future. I’m going to keep this video and if you ever upset me and if I meet your parents, Stefan, then I’m going to show them this little masterpiece.” Ms. Caldwell smiled at her daughter and her boyfriend.

The young couple nodded at her. The forty-seven-year-old woman continued to smile at them, thinking about making her own video of giving Stefan Bjorkman a blow job. It had been far too long since she had had any sexual contact with a man, and she would arrange with Pauline some way of getting him alone so that she could suck his large cock dry. Miss Manson did not seem to mind entertaining her eighteen-year-old daughter. Pauline Manson, like Diane, was thinking about how she could get Zofeya alone. She wanted to pleasure the sweet girl with the long, dark hair so badly. She smiled at her, licked her lips, and began thinking of an excuse for the girl to come and visit her next door.