Another Friday Evening At Miss Marks' House: Part One free porn video

Amber Fox shuffled uncomfortably on her swivel chair behind her desk on reception at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. The woman with the long red hair could feel the juices flowing between her legs once more. She had found herself masturbating far more often than she ever had before and had even had to play with herself in the female staff toilets when the urge became too much for her. It had been just over a month since her latest punishment from the Head Mistress, and her boss, Amelia Marks, and the young secretary could feel that it was time to be spanked once again.

But how should she get herself in “trouble” this time in order for the diminutive, dark-haired Head Mistress to summon her to her house? This would be her fourth time since she had started visiting Amelia Marks at home in order to be treated like a naughty girl. The first time had been relatively easy. Amber had simply admitted that she wanted to find out what a spanking felt like after she had witnessed the young Head Mistress punishing two of the girls in her office. The next time, Amelia had punished her after the thirty-two-year-old had arrived back at her desk fifteen minutes late after lunch.

The third time, Amber had jokingly been cheeky to Amelia, who had smiled wickedly at the taller woman before telling her to report to her home that Friday evening where her rudeness would be spanked out of her. It had been well and truly spanked out of her too. She loved the punishments that Amelia Marks administered to her bare buttocks but loved the sex that followed even more. Amber Fox just needed an excuse to upset Miss Marks in order for her to be summoned to the woman’s impressive home once again. But what should she do?

Obviously, nothing too serious. Despite her need to be spanked, Amber Fox was totally professional and serious about her job so she wouldn’t do something that may jeopardise it. Maybe sugar in Amelia’s morning coffee as the older woman could not stand that. Maybe leave a rude note under her computer keyboard or somewhere that only the short, dark-haired woman would look—so many possibilities. Eventually, after much thought, she had decided upon wearing an extremely short skirt that would leave very little to the imagination in addition to a pair of dark stockings and suspenders so that Amelia would probably use this as the excuse to invite her to her home to be punished.

However, the dilemma was solved by Miss Marks late that Thursday afternoon when she had called the red-haired woman into her office to ask her to do several things for her. Once she had given Amber the list of tasks, she placed her chin in her hands and stared across her desk at the younger woman who was sat in her visitor’s chair.

“Amber. Do you allow the girls to just congregate on the sofas in the reception area?” The Head Mistress asked softly, before pushing her glasses to the top of her nose with her left index finger.

She smiled sweetly at the young woman and waited for an answer.

Amber Fox sat in silence, thinking to herself for a few moments before she answered.

“Well, no Head Mistress.” The younger woman smiled nervously.

Her nerves made her shuffle around on the leather chair, which in turn, made her short black skirt rise, allowing Miss Marks to see the woman’s bright pink knickers and black suspenders. Amber Fox could tell that Amelia had noticed this as she waited patiently for her secretary to continue her explanation.

“It’s just that sometimes I am so busy, or so focused on what I’m doing that I never notice that they’re there – or I assume that they’re waiting there to see either Mrs. Edwards or yourself.” She smiled.

Miss Marks brushed her right hand through her dark hair before replying.

“It just seems that some of the older girls – especially the year thirteen girls – have adopted them as a place to meet and have a chat.” She licked her lips.

“And they know the rules – or they should know the rules – that no girl, unless they have been sent to Mrs. Edwards or myself, are allowed to sit there, let alone stay there for half an hour having a chat. They are for visitors only, Amber.” Miss Marks sat back in her padded leather chair.

Amber Fox nodded and began to nervously play with the pile of papers she held in her lap.

“I’m sorry Head Mistress. I’ll make sure that the girls don’t congregate outside your office from now on and only allow those who should be there to be there.” She answered, knowing that she was about to be summoned to Amelia’s house that weekend.

“Good. So, you’ll understand why you are being punished this time, young lady.” The diminutive Head Mistress pushed her chair back and got to her feet.

Miss Fox bit her lower lip gently as she felt how damp she was between the legs at the thought of taking another trip over Amelia’s knees.

“Yes Head Mistress. I am sorry Head Mistress. I promise you that it won’t happen again.” Amber unintentionally looked across at the large vase in which the Head Mistress kept her impressive collection of canes.

“Are you free tomorrow evening, young lady?” Amelia Marks walked across to the large window behind her desk and stared out.

“Yes. Miss Marks.” Her secretary answered.

“Good. Then I shall expect you at 6.30 pm and we shall deal with this problem. Don’t be late young lady and do not forget your uniform.” Amelia turned around and looked at Amber, who was sitting in the visitor’s chair.

“It would be really unfortunate if I had to give you extra punishment for your appearance or for lateness, wouldn’t it, Miss Fox?” Amelia Marks smiled angelically.

The red-haired secretary stood up carefully, not taking her eyes from her boss for a moment.

“Yes. Miss Marks. I’ll be there on time and I’ll bring my uniform with me, Miss.” The young woman turned to leave.

“Just a moment young lady. I’m not quite finished with you yet.” Amelia walked from behind her desk until she was standing within inches of the taller, red-haired woman.

“You will also be punished for dressing like a slut today. I don’t think that skirt is knee-length, is it, Amber? And as for your underwear – well, I will let my cane tell you how much I disapprove of that. You will be properly dressed tomorrow – am I making myself clear girl?” Miss Marks spoke quietly but left the younger woman in no doubt that she was in for a prolonged punishment the following evening.

Amber smiled nervously.

“Yes. Head Mistress. I’m sorry Head Mistress.” She swallowed hard.

Amelia walked to her office door and placed her small right hand around the doorknob before she paused and turned back to her secretary.

“Actually, Amber. I think just to add to your punishment this time that you should choose the implements with which I am going to punish you.” Miss Marks smiled.

The smile on her face widened as she saw the shocked expression on the younger woman’s face.

“Yes. I am covering a year nine Maths class tomorrow morning for Miss Petersen so, while I’m not here, I want you to go into my cupboard and pick out at least four different implements and leave them on my table for me. I shall then use them, as well as my senior dragon cane to show you how naughty you have been. Am I making myself clear, young lady?” Amelia slowly pulled her office door open

“Yes. Head Mistress. I’ll leave them on your table while you are not here.” Miss Fox stood in the doorway for a moment and the two ladies smiled at one another.

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” The Head Mistress watched her secretary walk out of her office and back to the reception desk before she closed her office door quietly.

The next day had passed quickly for Amber. She had taken the Head Mistress’ coffee in shortly after Amelia had arrived at school that morning. Amelia Marks had commented on how smartly dressed Miss Fox was, which had made her laugh. Next, she had dealt with emails and taken a list of tasks that the Head Mistress wanted her to do that day. Later that morning, the young Head Mistress had left her office to go and supervise the year nine Maths lesson. During this hour, red-haired Amber had gone into Miss Marks’ office and opened her tall cupboard that was to the right-hand side of her desk. The young woman had spent considerable time carefully selecting the four implements like she had been instructed.

Amber Fox smiled as she laid the small, ebony-backed clothes brush and large, white canvas plimsoll down on the table. Finally, she placed the thick, tan-coloured leather strap and the American-style large wooden spanking paddle with the eight holes in it next to them and left the room, the juices flowing freely between her legs as she thought of the punishment coming her way later that day. Amber concentrated upon her work and remembered to tell the two small groups of year thirteen girls who sat on the sofas in reception at various times that morning that they needed to leave, unless they wanted to see Mrs. Edwards or Miss Marks. The mention of the Deputy Head Mistress and Head Mistress ensured that the girls moved on quickly and without argument.

At 6.27 pm, the thirty-two-year-old secretary pulled up outside Amelia’s house and was soon standing on the doorstep and pressing the doorbell with the index finger on her right hand. The bell rang with a loud “chime” that seemed to ring through the house. Within a minute, Miss Fox could see through the oval frosted glass panel the shape of the Head Mistress walking towards the front door. The door was pulled open gently and Amelia smiled and took a few steps back.

“Good evening, young lady. I don’t think we’ll waste any time will we seen as you know the routine by now.” Miss Marks took a few more steps back.

Her secretary stepped inside Amelia’s hallway and closed the heavy front door quietly behind her.

“Get yourself up those stairs and into the bedroom and change. Then come into my living room and we’ll get that lovely bottom of yours over my lap, shall we?”

Amber Fox smiled as she looked at the older woman. She was absolutely stunning, the young secretary conceded. Amelia was wearing an obviously expensive, long-sleeved red satin blouse that showed off the woman’s small breasts perfectly. Miss Marks also wore a three-quarter length black skirt and dark tights. Her hair was tied in the customary bun and her small glasses rested neatly on her small nose.

“Yes Head Mistress.” Miss Fox smiled and quickly made her way up the stairs and along the landing until she came to Amelia’s spare bedroom.

Within ten minutes, Amber was standing in front of Amelia in the living room. She had changed out of her jumper and jeans and was neatly presented in the light grey school blazer, light grey school skirt that stopped just below her knee, light blue short-sleeved cotton school blouse, white socks and shiny black school shoes. As she entered the living room, Amber Fox’s eyes had immediately caught sight of the high-backed dining room chair that was positioned in the centre of Amelia’s large living room. Next, her eyes looked down to the coffee table where the Head Mistress had laid out the clothes brush, plimsoll, leather strap, wooden paddle and the pink, lambswool handled dragon cane. A tube of Aloe Vera gel and a pack of antiseptic wipes were also on the table.

Miss Marks smiled as she walked into the living room from her kitchen. She was holding two glasses of water, which she set down on the coffee table before she turned her full attention to her young secretary who was standing bolt upright in front of her.

“Looking very smart, young lady.” She spoke quietly as she stood within inches of the taller woman.

Amelia Marks inhaled Amber’s sweet perfume and stood looking at the red-haired woman in silence.

“So, young lady, you are being punished for not keeping the girls out of the reception area and also, for dressing like a little slut at work. Do you understand me, Amber?” Miss Marks gently brushed the young woman’s long red hair from her face with her small right hand.

“Yes Miss Marks. I am sorry for making you punish me and for dressing like a slut.” Amber gasped.

She could feel how moist she had become, and it wasn’t helped by smelling Amelia Marks’ strong perfume.

“I don’t like having to put you over my knee Amber, but if you continue to displease me, you leave me with no alternative in the matter.” Amelia smiled as she continued stroking Amber Fox’s flowing red hair.

“As for dressing like a slut at work – then that really has upset me, and your lovely bottom is going to feel that displeasure tonight.” Miss Marks licked her lips and took her hand from the young woman’s hair and slowly ran it down the right-hand side of Amber Fox’s blazer.

“Naughty, naughty, girl. Aren’t you?” Amelia walked away and stood beside her high-backed chair.

The thirty-two-year-old secretary shuffled around on her feet, a mixture of nerves and arousal making her move around.

“Yes. Miss Marks. I’m sorry for being a slut.” Amber Fox flicked her long red hair behind her left ear.

Amelia Marks smiled and continued to stare at the tall, red-headed lady as she carefully sat down on her padded dining room chair. She concentrated upon ironing the creases from her long skirt, which covered her legs all the way down to her ankles. Next, she adjusted the sleeves on her satin blouse before resting her small hands on her knees.

“My little office slut, aren’t you, Amber?” Miss Marks licked her lips as she looked the younger woman up and down.

Miss Fox fidgeted with her hands which she struggled to hold behind her back.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I’m your little office slut.” Amber Fox purred, firstly because she was so aroused and secondly, because she just wanted to jump onto the smaller woman’s lap.

The thirty-two-year-old did not have long to wait until she got her wish.

“Very well, Amber, my dirty little slut. You know the routine by now – blazer, skirt, knickers and shoes off. Place them on the armchair over there and then get yourself over my knee.” Miss Marks adjusted her round glasses so that they rested on the top of her small nose before she continued.

“You had better be wearing regulation school knickers young lady otherwise I’ll smack your legs until they’re black and blue. I don’t like my girls wearing slutty underwear.” Amelia laughed quietly as she watched the young woman begin to undress.

A couple of minutes later, Amber Fox had removed her school uniform and was standing in front of Miss Marks in only her white school socks and the short-sleeved light blue school blouse that was far too short. This allowed Amelia to admire the neatly trimmed clump of red pubic hair that sat above Amber’s pussy. The younger woman stood with her hands behind her back and looked down at the Head Mistress.

“Naughty girl, making me smack your bottom yet again.” The dark-haired woman moved her hands from her lap and smiled.

“Well, if you insist upon being a bad girl, then I won’t waste any more time with you this evening – over my knees. You are familiar with the routine, Amber.” Miss Marks sat back in the high-backed chair and invited the red-haired woman to lie over her knee.

Amber Fox unintentionally laughed quietly. This came from a mixture of nerves – Amber knew exactly how hard the sweet-looking lady actually spanked and also from her excitement at getting her bottom smacked once more. She slowly and carefully moved across to Amelia’s right-hand side and looked at the dark-haired woman before reaching across and placing her hands flat on the carpeted floor in front of her. Amber lowered herself down until she felt her crotch touching the older woman’s skirt and pushed herself down against the Head Mistress’ legs.

Deliberately, she opened her legs and closed her eyes in anticipation of what was coming her way in a short while. The thirty-two-year-old’s red hair fell down and covered her face and she awaited the soothing sensation of feeling Amelia’s warm hand on her bare bottom. The Head Mistress took a deep breath and looked down at Miss Fox’s bottom. She smiled as she saw that her secretary had opened her legs slightly, anticipating her spanking. Miss Marks placed her small left hand on the woman’s covered back and allowed her right hand to touch her small, exposed bottom.

Amelia Marks spent a few minutes rubbing Amber’s bottom with her warm hand. Miss Fox’s bottom was cold to the touch and the Head Mistress smiled as she ran her hand in circles so that she touched every part of the younger woman’s bottom and backs of her legs. Deliberately, the Head Mistress ran her fingernails down the length of Miss Fox’s long legs before slowly bringing them back up until she came to rest on the woman’s pussy lips. She gently slipped her fingers inside and held them there for a few moments. Her secretary was hot and moist, and Amelia smiled at the thought of what was going to happen after she had spanked the younger woman.

Amber Fox moved around slightly on Amelia’s knees as the feeling of her warm hand registered in her brain, but she was going nowhere. The Head Mistress simply pushed down on the red-haired woman’s lower back with her left hand with a little more force to keep her in place. Amelia Marks deliberately moved her right hand between her secretary’s legs and smiled as she felt how moist the woman was and also at the fact that she let out a moan.

“Naughty little slut!” Miss Marks whispered and smiled.

She continued stroking the younger woman’s pussy lips and anus with the fingers on her right hand until she decided to begin Amber’s punishment. Amelia could feel that she was hot and that the juices were flowing between her legs. She wanted to get her secretary’s punishment over quickly so that she could take the gorgeous red-haired lady up to the bedroom. The Head Mistress stopped rubbing Amber Fox’s bottom and raised her small right hand in the air. She paused and took a deep breath before she pushed her left hand down a little firmer to hold the woman in place. Once satisfied, she brought her right hand down through the air. It landed a moment later across the fleshy centre of Amber’s bum cheeks with a loud “slap!” that echoed around the large living room.

The young, red-haired woman hardly showed a reaction. She had been spanked by Amelia Marks before and knew how hard the diminutive woman could actually spank. Miss Marks smiled as she watched Amber’s fleshy buttocks wobble as her hand connected with them before they returned to their previous position. She adjusted where she had her left-hand flat on the woman’s lower back and applied some pressure to keep her in place over her knee before continuing the punishment.

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

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

The dark-haired Head Mistress began by laying out a dozen, hard and slow slaps across Miss Fox’s pale buttocks, careful to land six on each bum cheek. Amelia’s secretary showed little reaction, her focus was totally on the carpeted floor before her. Amelia smiled as she paused and rubbed her right hand over every inch of the younger woman’s bottom and thighs. She licked her lips as she deliberately slipped her fingers between Amber’s legs and stroked her anus and pussy lips. Miss Fox gasped but knew that her punishment was far from over. After a few minutes, Amelia Marks stopped rubbing the red-haired woman’s bottom, adjusted her glasses and resumed her onslaught.

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

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

Miss Marks again targeted her secretary’s fleshy buttocks, smiling as the sound of her hard right hand connecting with Amber Fox’s bare bottom echoed loudly around her large living room.

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

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

Another dozen slaps landed across the centre of Miss Fox’s bottom. Again, she showed little reaction, but Amelia had noticed that the woman’s skin had started to change colour, from a pale shade to a bright pink. That wasn’t good enough for her though and she went to work on the younger woman’s bottom which lay before her.

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

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

Miss Marks began to target the lower part of the young secretary’s bottom and the tops of her thighs. Amelia Marks licked her lips as she thought about how difficult it was going to be for Amber to sit down over the weekend and then into the next week at work once she was finished with her that Friday evening.

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

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

After a prolonged visit from Amelia’s right hand across her lower bottom and tops of her thighs, Amber began to react. She shook her head, her long red hair covering her face and Miss Marks could hear the young woman sniffing and sobbing. Miss Fox wanted to throw up her right hand and place it over her bum cheeks to prevent Amelia from spanking her any more, but she resisted. It would be a futile gesture in any case seen as the Head Mistress would simply take hold of it and pin it in place behind her back with her free hand before continuing with Amber’s punishment until she was satisfied.

Amelia Marks paused once more, and again gently rubbed and touched every part of the younger woman’s bottom. It was already hot to the touch and the dark-haired Head Mistress said nothing as once again, she touched and massaged her secretary’s anus and pussy lips before returning to the job in hand. To conclude the first part of the red-haired woman’s punishment, the forty-two-year-old Head Mistress delivered two dozen, rapid slaps across the backs of the woman’s legs, careful to deliver a dozen hard slaps to each leg.

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

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

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

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

The dark-haired Head Mistress stopped and immediately began rubbing her small right hand over every inch of the young secretary’s bottom. It was warm to the touch and had turned a nice shade of pink and red in places, where Amelia had spanked her hard. Particularly impressive were the series of small, clear, handprints that had been left across the backs of the woman’s legs. Amber Fox was crying. Her sobs, sniffs and gasps being the only sounds in the room as Amelia Marks continued to touch her gently with her small hand. Once more, it wasn’t long before the Head Mistress’ hand had wandered to the younger woman’s pussy lips, where she spent a while softly running her fingers backwards and forwards.

Miss Marks continued to soothe Amber for a few minutes before she leaned over and picked up the ebony-backed clothes brush from her coffee table. The young Head Mistress studied the well-used brush for a few moments before she playfully brushed the woman’s long red hair with it. Amber Fox was still sniffing and sobbing, and Amelia could feel that her skirt was damp from having her lying across her lap for some time. She also felt that her knickers were damp at the thought of spanking the very attractive young woman as well as thinking about what was to come in her bedroom afterwards. The thought of taking Amber Fox to bed made Miss Marks want to get the punishment over with as quickly as she possibly could. The dark-haired older woman had to admit that, although she loved spanking Miss Fox, she was so sexually attracted to her secretary and loved the sex they had after the punishment.

Amelia replaced her left-hand flat on Miss Fox’s lower back and laid the cold, wooden-backed brush against Amber’s warm and bruised bottom.

“Now, young lady. Time to get a little more serious with you and to show you how displeased I am with you. I expect that from now on that you will tell the girls not to congregate in reception if they have a free lesson and also, that you, my secretary, will be dressed appropriately and not like yesterday when you turned up to work dressed like a slut.” Amelia laughed and began tapping the clothes brush against Amber’s bare bottom.

“Also, as you have chosen the implements for your punishment, I expect you to take what I give you with no fuss and take it like a good Alannah Lawrence girl. Is that understood, you, naughty, naughty, slut?” Amelia whispered.

Amber Fox sniffed and tried to shake her long red hair from her eyes. She turned her head to the left-hand side and looked up at her boss who was sitting on the chair, clothes brush already raised in her right hand, ready to resume the spanking. After a few moments, Amber had recovered her composure enough to allow her to reply.

“Yes Miss Marks. I’m sorry for my behaviour and for being a little slut.” She answered submissively.

Amelia looked at the two small, increasingly red, globes in front of her, awaiting her attention and said nothing as she brought her nasty little brush down hard. It landed with a loud “Thud!” across the younger woman’s right buttock.

The pain was intense and Amber Fox shouted, but all this led to was the Head Mistress pushing her further down into her lap with her left hand before continuing the woman’s punishment, laying on the clothes brush in slow, but seriously hard, batches of six. The experienced disciplinarian tried her best to administer the brush evenly, smacking Amber’s bum cheeks alternately, despite the woman squirming and wriggling in an attempt to avoid the nasty little brush which bit into her bottom at regular intervals.

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

Amelia Marks used all her strength and experience to keep her secretary in position over her knee.

“Ssshhh, slut. You have asked me for this, and you have chosen these implements so take your spanking like a good girl.” Amelia spoke softly and paused for a moment before applying another dose.

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

Again, Miss Fox struggled and squirmed and was crying freely by this time. Her response to the pain ignited by the brush was to kick up her right leg. Amelia responded to this by landing an exceptionally hard slap with her right hand across the young woman’s thigh. The leg was soon back in position and Amber’s foot stayed on the floor after the shock.

“Ssshh, slut. You’ve seen me spank the girls and so you know what is coming your way and also, that I won’t stop until I’m finished, so take these like a good girl.” Amelia said, leaning over so she was almost speaking into the woman’s right ear.

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

More kicking and screaming, but Amelia Marks simply removed her left hand from Amber’s lower back and slipped her left arm right under the woman’s waist, pulling her tightly into her silky blouse, it’s cold buttons rubbing against the secretary’s bare skin.

“Have it your way, sweetie. Try and wriggle and squirm about now. You will be spanked and the more you annoy me, the longer and harder I will spank you with my brush.”

Amelia Marks slapped the brush down four times, twice on each bum cheek, rapidly and at full-force. Amber yelled with pain, but, just as her boss had promised, she couldn’t go anywhere and she lay there, sniffing and sobbing, as the brush continued to connect with her increasingly sore bottom.

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

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

The forty-two-year-old Head Mistress concentrated upon her task and held Amber securely in position as she covered every inch of the woman’s bottom with the clothes brush, delivering nearly one hundred smacks with it before she had finished. Miss Fox had cried and sniffed all the way, but she knew that there was no escape. Once satisfied, Amelia removed her arm from around the younger woman’s waist, leaned over and returned her brush to the coffee table. She then turned her attention to Amber’s bottom, which she rubbed and touched for several minutes, trying to soothe the red-haired woman.

“Ssshh, lovely. I’m only doing this for your own good.” Miss Marks quickly found that her fingers were inside the young woman’s pussy once again.

She was so wet that Amelia found herself thinking about ending the punishment right there and taking her secretary upstairs and to bed, but she resisted. Amelia continued to touch and tease Miss Fox until the younger woman’s sniffs and sobs had almost stopped, being replaced by gasps and moans of satisfaction.

“Okay, honey. Now we need to conclude your punishment and show you that I don’t like slutty behaviour or, just letting those naughty girls do things that they know they shouldn’t be doing. Am I making myself clear, sweetie?” Miss Marks began brushing Amber’s long dark hair out of her face.

After a few more minutes of soothing and touching the younger woman, Amelia Marks tapped Miss Fox gently on the bottom with her small right hand.

“Up you get, lovely. Stand in front of me.” The Head Mistress sat back in the high-backed chair and waited for Miss Fox to get to her feet.

It took the thirty-two-year-old a few minutes until she was standing in front of her boss, wiping the tears, and her long red hair, from her eyes. Amelia smiled as she ironed the creases from her black skirt before she got to her feet. She smiled as she placed both hands around her secretary’s large breasts which stood out proudly under the tight, light blue school blouse that she was wearing. Miss Marks said nothing as she caressed the woman’s breasts in her hands before she slowly, and carefully, unbuttoned the blouse to reveal Amber’s silky white bra. Amelia Marks eventually walked away and gathered up the expensive cushions from her armchairs and added to the two that had been on her sofa.

The Head Mistress piled them at the near end of the three-seat leather sofa before returning to the coffee table where she picked up the large, white canvas plimsoll in her right hand. She gently tapped the large shoe against the palm of her hand.

“Right young lady. Bend yourself over the arm of the sofa. You may take one of the cushions to cover your face if you wish. I’m going to wallop your bottom with my plimsoll for your dreadful behaviour and appearance. Is that clear, Amber?” She stared at the younger woman through her dark brown eyes and smiled.

“Yes. Miss Marks. I’m really sorry for my behaviour Head Mistress.” Miss Fox replied quietly and moved over to the sofa.

Within a minute, Amber was lying face down in one of the cushions, hips resting on the others and her legs were supported by the arm of the sofa. Miss Marks leaned in close and folded the woman’s light blue blouse out of the way, exposing Amber’s whole bottom. Amelia took the plimsoll in her right hand and laid it across the small bottom. She tapped it gently and took a deep breath.

“Twelve whacks with the plimsoll for allowing the sixth form girls to use the reception as a meeting point. Just lie there and take these like a good girl.” Amelia Marks gripped the shoe tightly in her right hand and raised it above her head.

She administered the plimsoll slowly, wrapping out the dozen smacks across the centre of Amber Fox’s already red, bruised and sore bottom.

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

Once she had laid out the first six smacks with the plimsoll, Amelia paused and leaned over to take a close look at her secretary’s bottom. The nasty, size eleven shoe had left several dark red marks on the young woman’s bottom. Amber was crying into the cushion once again, but the Head Mistress ignored her, even resisting the temptation to rub the woman’s bottom. She decided to lay on her final smacks and, once again, administered them as hard as she could, smiling as the young woman squirmed and wriggled as the pain registered in her brain.

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

She allowed Amber a few minutes to calm herself and stood looking down on her for a while before she returned the plimsoll to the coffee table and picked up her two-foot-long, tan-coloured leather strap. Amelia Marks studied the implement closely. It had seen about five years’ service, being used when she had been the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student discipline as well as when she had taken over as Head Mistress.

“She would need to look for a replacement soon,” she thought to herself.

Miss Marks carefully adjusted the long sleeves of her red satin blouse before she laid the thin piece of leather across Amber’s bare bottom. The disciplinarian tapped the woman’s bottom gently with it until she was satisfied where it would land. She took it back over her right shoulder and paused.

“Right, young lady. Twelve with my strap and just lie there and take them like a good Alannah Lawrence girl. Do you understand.” Amelia took a breath and waited.

Miss Fox gave a muffled reply, the cushion making her answer unintelligible. However, Amelia saw her head move in a nodding motion, so she decided that she had understood and brought her first stroke down. It landed with a loud “Whap!” a moment later. The fire ignited across the centre of Amber Fox’s already sore bottom was something else and the young secretary wriggled and squirmed for all she could. Her sobs and cries had started again, and Amelia paused, taking an age to administer the full twelve strokes.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Amelia Marks leaned over once more and winced as she noticed the shade of deep red that covered most of her secretary’s bottom. The young woman’s bottom was swollen in places and when she looked at her strap, she could see tiny spots of blood that had been left. She shook her head and returned the strap to her coffee table and picked up her large, American-style, holed wooden spanking paddle.

The dark-haired Head Mistress paused and got on her knees, shuffling on her knees until she was within inches of Amber’s bare bottom. She leaned over and began to kiss the younger woman’s red and swollen bottom. She took a few minutes to kiss every inch of her secretary’s bottom and backs of her legs before she smiled and ran her tongue over the young woman’s pussy lips. She continued for a short while, listening as Amber Fox moaned with pleasure in between the sniffs and sobs. Eventually, Amelia got to her feet and laid the heavy, wooden spanking paddle with its eight holes, flat against Amber Fox’s bottom.

“Right, all you need to do young lady is to take these twelve smacks with my paddle. You are being paddled because you decided that you would push me yesterday with your choice of clothing. Do you understand, young lady?” Amelia adjusted her stance and prepared to resume her secretary’s punishment.

After a few moments, she saw the back of the red-haired woman’s head move and there was a muffled sound as Amber spoke, her face still held tightly against the cushion. Miss Marks took a deep breath and raised the paddle. She licked her lips and then slowly, and as hard as physically possible, administered the first six swats with her heavy wooden paddle, each stroke landing expertly across the centre of the young, red-headed woman’s bottom, each one leaving a nice, red mark on her bum cheeks.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Amelia Marks could tell that her secretary was crying once more and paused to give the woman some time to recover. The young Head Mistress could not resist the opportunity to give Amber’s sore bottom and rub with her right hand. She spent what seemed like an age doing this, before she re-took her position at the woman’s left-hand side, adjusting the sleeves on her satin blouse before laying the large spanking paddle flat against Miss Fox’s bottom. She slowly, and carefully, administered the final half a dozen swats across Amber’s bruised bottom, giving her plenty of time to calm herself between each smack.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Once this part of her secretary’s punishment was completed, Amelia immediately placed the paddle down on the coffee table. It, like the strap and clothes brush, would need to be cleaned after she had finished. Miss Marks returned to touching and soothing Miss Fox’s battered bottom, once again, letting her fingers wander up and down the backs of the woman’s legs before coming to a rest inside her wet pussy. Once Amber had settled herself, Amelia walked over to the table and picked up her dragon cane with its pink lambswool handle. She contemplated the implement before swishing it three times for effect.

The next sensation that the thirty-two-year-old secretary felt as she was lying face down on the sofa, was the dense cane being tapped gently against the centre of her already swollen bottom. This continued for about a minute before Amelia spoke softly.

“Now, Sweetie. We’re almost done – just the caning to come and then you’re forgiven.” Miss Marks took up her position at Amber’s left-hand side.

Amelia smiled as she adjusted her feet, placing her left foot in front of her right and placing her left hand on her left hip. She continued tapping the bottom lying in front of her with the cane.

“I want you to count each stroke for me, lovely and reply, “If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.” Is that understood young lady?” Miss Marks raised the cane in the air and waited for an answer.

After a few moments, Amber raised her head from the cushion and tried to flick her long red hair from her eyes. The tears dropped from her eyes and she sniffed and sobbed loudly. Eventually, she was able to reply.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I understand.” Before returning her face to the cushion and preparing herself for what was coming her way.

Amelia bet her left knee slightly and once she was satisfied where her first stroke would land, she lifted the cane from Miss Fox’s bottom. She took a deep breath and paused for a moment before bringing the twenty-eight-inch long cane swooshing through the air. Its journey being broken a moment later when it landed across the centre of her young secretary’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Fuck!” Ow!” Miss Fox’s shout was muffled by the cushion, which she held even closer to her face.

Miss Marks laughed.

“Er, that’s not what I asked you to say, young lady. Do I need to start over or even award you extra for your bad language?” The Head Mistress had already raised the cane in the air once more.

She waited for Amber to calm herself. After what seemed like an age, where she sniffed and sobbed and cried into the cushion, she raised her head and turned to her left, looking at her boss through tear-stained eyes.

“I’m sorry, Miss. It’s just that it hurts so much!” She struggled to answer through the gasps and sobs.

The dark-haired woman smiled at her.

“Still, I don’t expect my young ladies to swear. Take your punishment like a good Alannah Lawrence girl, Amber Fox.”

The red-haired secretary nodded and tried to catch her breath.

“I’m sorry Miss. I’ll take my punishment like a good girl.” She replied before adding,

“One - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

“Yes, you will,” Amelia answered quietly before bringing her second stroke down. It landed within millimetres of the first.

“Thwack!”

Again, the young secretary buried her face deep into the cushion and wriggled about on Miss Marks’ leather sofa. A few minutes had passed before she raised her head and replied.

“Two - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

She immediately covered her face again with the cushion as Miss Marks contemplated where the next stroke would land.

“Thwack!”

“For God’s sake!” Amber Fox shouted as the dense cane connected with the lower part of her fleshy left bum cheek.

After a while, she managed to reply.

“Three - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

Amelia Marks waited for the younger woman to resume her position before the fourth stroke was brought down across her right buttock, the young Head Mistress nodding as she noticed the neat red lines that had started to appear after each swipe with her cane.

“Thwack!”

Amber shouted into the cushion but eventually answered.

“Four - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

Miss Marks was so turned on that she wanted to complete the punishment as quickly as she could. She desperately wanted to take her secretary to her bedroom and pleasure her. She administered the next two strokes, again expertly delivering them across the secretary’s fleshy lower bottom, left, then right, smiling as two more thin red tram-lines appeared on Amber Fox’s red and swollen bum cheeks. Amelia gave the young woman time to compose herself before she answered and prepared herself for the next painful swipe with the Head Mistress’ cane.

“Thwack!”

“Five - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

“Thwack!”

“Six - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

After the first half-a-dozen strokes, Miss Marks paused and leaned in close to inspect the younger woman’s bottom. Amelia could see that Amber’s bottom was a deep shade of red, with marks also on the backs of her legs where she had been hand spanked earlier during her punishment. The cane had left six, straight and neat deep red tram-lines across Miss Fox’s fleshy buttocks. The dark-haired Head Mistress couldn’t resist rubbing the younger woman’s bottom with her hands, once again, slipping her fingers between her legs and stroking the inside of her thighs.

The forty-two-year-old Head Mistress held her fingers over Miss Fox’s pussy lips and stroked them gently, smiling as Amber squirmed and moved on the sofa as she felt the sensation between her legs. After a short while, Amelia had stopped and retook her position at Amber’s left-hand side. She soon had her pink-handled cane laid out against the younger woman’s bottom and began the finale to her secretary’s punishment.

“Thwack!”

The cane landed low down on Miss Fox’s left bum cheek. She squirmed and wriggled and took a while before she replied.

“Seven - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

The experienced disciplinarian levelled things up by landing her next stroke against the red-haired woman’s right buttock.

“Thwack!”

“Please, Miss. Please stop!” The younger woman shouted but knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears.

Eventually, she had settled herself and was able to reply.

“Eight - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

Amelia paused for a few moments and allowed Amber to calm herself. Once the woman had stopped moving around and kicking her legs, she resumed tapping her cane gently against the well-punished bottom, raised it in the air and brought it down once more, landing it solidly against Miss Fox’s lower right buttock.

“Thwack!”

Again, it took a while for the woman to reply as she struggled and cried, but eventually, she was able to answer.

“Nine - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

The Head Mistress smiled and administered an identical stroke to the younger woman’s left bum cheek.

“Thwack!”

Again, Amber Fox struggled and squirmed and shouted something that was muffled by the cushion that she held across her face. Miss Marks ignored this and laughed, knowing that it had probably been an obscenity as the pain in the woman’s bottom became almost too much. She smiled as she took a close look at the ten, neat red lines that had been applied equally across both buttocks. After a few minutes, the red-haired woman replied.

“Ten - If I act like a slut then I will have my bottom caned.”

The Head Mistress paused. She was sweating from her exertions. Amelia watched Amber lying on the sofa as she unbuttoned the top buttons on her red blouse before returning her attention to the task in hand. She carefully retook her stance before laying her cane against the crease in between the young woman’s right buttock and thigh.

“Now, Miss Fox. You have witnessed punishments in the past, so you know that the final strokes are always given as hard as possible in order to leave a lasting reminder to the naughty girl of what happens when she misbehaves. I just want you to lie there and take them – no need to count and then Miss will take care of you.” Amelia waited for a reply.

Eventually, Amber raised her head from the cushion and attempted to shake her long red hair away from her face.

“Y..Ye..Yes, Miss Marks.” She sobbed before returning her face to the by now sodden cushion in front of her.

Amelia wasted no time in bringing down the next stroke.

“Thwack!”

“Slut!” Miss Marks hissed.

She smiled as her secretary squirmed, feeling the burning sensation as the cane bit deep into the delicate crease in between her left buttock and thigh. Amelia wasted no time at all in completing the punishment by bringing her cane down hard against Miss Fox’s right buttock,

“Thwack!”

“Slut!” The young Head Mistress held her cane against Amber’s bottom for a moment before lifting it and turning away.

Amelia placed her pink-handled cane down on the coffee table and bent down and picked up the pack of wipes. She removed a couple before returning the pack to the table. The dark-haired woman walked back to the sofa where she bent down and listened to her secretary sobbing and sniffing into the cushion, which she continued to hold over her face.

“There, there, sweetie. We’re all done, and Miss forgives you for being a slut and for not keeping the older girls out of reception when they shouldn’t be there.” Amelia spoke quietly.

“I’m now going to take care of you, lovely and show you exactly what you mean to me.” Miss Marks got on her knees and untucked her blouse from her skirt.

To be continued...