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Ann Meets Her Match – Part 1 free porn video
It was now spring 1970 and Clare had just moved to a new home in the small rural town of Dunghill where she was the assistant manager in an agricultural machinery firm selling tractors and other items to farmers and servicing them. One day she went out to a farm nearby to drop of a brochure for combine harvesters. At the farm she pulled up in her blue Mini and watched a farmhand carry a freshly slaughtered Southdown ewe to an outbuilding to be butchered. Clare was met by Ann who was standing by the farm office door watching a couple of lorry drivers taking lambs to market.
Ann greeted her and immediately thought Clare was a rather attractive girl. Clare was 26 and slim with collar length dark brown hair and an athletic figure. Clare followed Ann into the office and admired her shapely figure from behind. Ann was a few inches shorter and had similar length mousey hair and a nice figure. Ann was now 24.
Inside, Ann put the kettle on and put a spoonful of tea in the pot. She took the brochures from Clare.
“Oh, combine harvesters, how I hate them. Noisy things!”
“Yes but they get the job done very efficiently” remarked Clare keen to get a sale in due course.
“Then they sit in the barn for eleven months!” jibbed Ann pouring boiling water on the tea.
As they sat drinking tea Clare glanced at the map on the wall. All the fields had names and the overlay showed the plan for planting that year. A combine would be well used she thought. Ann however had other things on her mind.
“Now, Clare, are you sporty?”
“Umm, well, yes, I like swimming and used to play netball until I moved locally.”
Ann clapped her hands.
“Ideal! We need a couple of new players for our netball team! Here, telephone this number and speak to Laura and say I sent you!”
Clare took the slip of paper Ann held out and then glanced at this attractive young lady. Ann continued.
“It is just a fun league, nothing serious but we so need one or two players.”
That evening Clare dialled the number. A lady answered.
The next afternoon Clare dropped round to see Laura, a friendly older woman in her early 60’s, at her home.
Laura explained that it was an amateur league and she coached the players but the Dunghill team had done well in recent years but was on the slide. She hesitated, telling Clare that Ann’s captaincy was not all it should be. Yes she was a lovely girl and a good player but she did not really chivvy and chide the team when matches were in progress. Having one or two new players ought to help. Clare confirmed she would be very keen to play, after all, it was for fun, wasn’t it?
Laura was pleased and advised her to see Ann who held the spare kit and she would fit her out.
The next day Clare’s Mini again was in the farmyard and Ann came out to meet her.
“The kit is upstairs in a spare bedroom. Do come up.”
Ann led the way upstairs and on the bed various items of kit were laid out.
“You have suitable footwear?” asked Ann.
“Oh, yes, and socks so just need the top, skirt and…well, I suppose the knickers too” said Clare blushing a little.
Ann looked at Clare and sized her up and handed her a top.
“Try that on and maybe this skirt and these knickers.”
Clare was not shy when naked with others but was caught slightly off guard; Ann obviously was not going anywhere. In fact, Ann realised she had a chance to see the nubile figure inside the jeans and shirt.
Clare took her shirt off and tossed it on the bed before slipping the top on. It was a good fit so Ann selected another and put it to one side as a spare. Clare removed the top and Ann admired the firm breasts and lace edged bra Clare wore. Her skin was lightly tanned and smooth.
Ann then gave Clare a skirt and knickers.
Clare took her jeans down and turned to place them on a chair. Ann again admired her figure as she stood in her underwear. She handed Clare the knickers, thick and of a design that covered a girl well. Clare took them and wondered whether to try them on or not. Still Ann was not going anywhere.
She tugged her white cotton pants down and put one foot in the knickers. Ann studied her thick triangle of pubic hair and, as Clare moved to put the second leg in, she looked at her bare bottom with its deep cleavage.
Clare tugged the knicker up and they were a good fit as was the skirt as she put that on.
“That’s good, Clare, you can take two of each” Ann confirmed.
They smiled at each other.
Clare removed the skirt and handed it to Ann then lowered the knickers and handed them over.
“Ghastly thick things, just like regulation knickers at school!” Clare commented.
“I know, but they kept you warm in winter!” chortled Ann.
“Would have been more use it they reduced the sting from the cane!” Clare quipped.
Ann nearly choked. She knew exactly what Clare meant….but…yes…surely…it was obvious, this gorgeous girl had been caned on those lovely cheeks!
Ann was lost for words for a minute or two, a rare occurrence for her. She folded the kit Clare was taking and watched as Clare bent right down to pick her pants off the rug. Her bottom was superb and in that position too, the same as she must have adopted for the cane! Her pussy looked so nice too. Ann continued to watch as the pants came up and covered that delicious bottom followed by the jeans.
Clare joined the team for a few practice sessions and discovered that results indeed had not been that good. A series of defeats had been the recent trend and at the end of the training Laura called them together. Clare thought Laura was in great shape for age and she had an athletic figure too. Laura discussed their next match and how they needed to move the ball faster and be more alert for any chance to intercept the opposition when they passed it. She then turned to Ann and urged her to be more directing during the match.
However, the next match was not that good at all and they lost 18-12 to another village team. The teams were using the village hall to change but there were no facilities so they all put on a jumper and walked or cycled home. The next match was similar and they lost 19-12.
Laura invited Ann round for tea. She set the table waiting for Ann to arrive. Then she was going back to the kitchen and paused by the cupboard under the stairs. Laura opened the door and took out a cane. It was brown and old with a traditional crook handle. Laura flexed it. It brought back memories of the many times she had used it and of even earlier years when it had stung her own bottom. She ran it through her fingers and recalled the three times she had used it on Ann when one of her pupils.
The doorbell rang. Laura pondered for a moment longer…should she…no she would give Ann one more chance. The cane was returned to its hook inside the cupboard alongside several other canes.
The next match was pretty awful and the team went from a solid 4-0 lead to an even more solid 22-4 defeat. This was admittedly against a team with a proper coach and nice sports hall. The team showered almost in silence and Laura joined them naked in the hot, steamy communal showers. Ann studied Clare’s lovely figure then when Ann had her eyes closed to wash her face Clare took a good look at Ann. She thought her new friend had a super body with pert breasts and a modest bush but a cute bottom. Both Ann and Clare secretly studied Laura’s naked body which was in great shape still with small breasts, fine mature cheeks and a large triangle of curls. On the rare occasions a match was at a venue with showers, Ann enjoyed seeing her former tutor naked and wondered if she had ever felt the cane, after all, Ann knew full well how proficient she was at using one on her and on other girls! In the changing rooms the girls all agreed how nice it was to have proper facilities. Laura dried herself and saw Ann on the next bench with her back to her; she was still naked. Her bottom was delightful but would the application of her cane be a way to improve results?
Ann cycled homewards but caught up with Laura on her bicycle. Laura invited Ann back to her house. Inside, Laura showed Ann to the lounge.
“Now, Ann, as captain, you must be disappointed with the team’s results…” Laura started.
The conversation continued and Ann thought she would be replaced as captain and willingly would have accepted that change – but Laura had other ideas.
“Ann, I think you make a good team captain but you are in a position I found myself at training college when I captained our netball team. Our coach came up with an innovative way to focus my mind on leading the team well.”
“On, umm, what was that?” asked Ann now rather curious.
“She set me a target. Every match we lost she would cane me and the number of strokes of the cane depended on the result; she deducted our score from theirs to get the total due.”
Ann was taken aback but also aroused at this confirmation that Laura had indeed received corporal punishment but it was Laura’s next statement that made her almost gasp with pleasure.
“…I was, of course, familiar with corporal punishment having been caned when younger on four occasions for being naughty.”
Ann momentarily forgot that Laura was proposing that she took a caning after a defeat and images flashed through her brain of this gorgeous mature woman, the one she had just seen naked in the showers, taking a caning.
Ann was slightly flustered. “So, so…you propose…but today we lost by 18…I couldn’t take that many…!”
Laura sat up straight.
“Well do you agree with the idea, Ann? I think it could work for you.”
“Um, well…I think…but when would I be caned? Not in the changing rooms in front…”
Laura sought to reassure her. “You could come back here.”
Ann agreed. “Yes, ok, Laura….”
Laura put her hand on Ann’s knee. “Shall we start with a sound six of the best now?”
Laura had checked the team’s fixtures for the next few weeks and none of the matches would be at venues with proper changing rooms such was the sate of 1970’s sports facilities in many communities. There would be no chance of Ann’s bottom being seen by the others.
Laura went out to the cupboard under the stairs and fetched her favourite supple cane. She returned to the lounge where Ann was waiting. Ann looked at the cane.
“Now come here and bend right over the back of this chair. Oh, lower your jeans, of course.”
Ann faced the chair almost in a daze. She fumbled with her buttons and then lowered her jeans. She hesitated. The young girl then lowered herself slowly over the back of the well upholstered armchair.
Laura waited until she was settled. This was a change from most canings she had administered over the years where a girl generally had to touch her toes or bend over a chair; some, in the dormitory had to bend over the end of their bed before the cane was applied to their bottom clad in the thin layer of a nightie or pyjamas clinging tightly to their cheeks and showing the buttocks well.
The cane tapped her bottom. Laura intended to make this a good one.
Swiiish-crack!
Barely had the cane whipped back off her bottom than Ann yelped loudly.
“Hush!” came the rebuke.
Swiiish-crack!
Ann pressed her face hard into the soft cushion by her face and only a muffled cry was heard.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Ann braced herself for the sixth which she knew Laura always followed tradition and made it a little harder. Laura had every intention of maintaining that tradition.
Swiiiiiish-craaack!
Even the soft cushion was not enough to disguise Ann’s loud squeal as her right hand reached round to sooth her right cheek. But the cane tapped her hand and she removed it.
The cycle ride back to the farm was awkward to say the least. She thought about the long hug Laura had given her and how she enjoyed the feel of Laura’s firm body. Did Laura have any idea how her bottom felt, thought Ann. Yes, she remembered Laura had told her she had been caned a few times. Meanwhile Laura put the cane away after giving it a final inspection as she thought about the weals it had left on her bottom many decades ago.
As Ann arrived at home a Mini was glimpsed driving away. It was Clare. She had found Ann’s watch in the changing area and brought it back. In her bedroom Ann stripped naked and examined her body all over in front of the mirror. How she longed for Clare to be there.
Ten days later the team had its next match. It stared well and was hard fought but by the end it was another defeat, this time 20-14. Clare walked off and put her arm around Ann’s shoulders to sympathise with her. Her touch was magic but Ann knew there was unfinished business with Laura.
“Clare” she said.
Clare grunted an acknowledgement.
“Fancy supper at mine?”
“Ok, I can comeback with you now.”
“Um, well, I have an errand, say, thirty minutes, 6pm? No, here is my key, let yourself in and I’ll be with you as soon as.”
Clare took the key.
The girls collected their bags and dispersed except for Laura and Ann.
“Back to my house, Ann?”
“Yes, I suppose I must, Laura.”
Twenty minutes later they entered Laura’s house and the front door shut. They dumped their bags in the hallway and Laura opened the cupboard door. She took out the same cane.
Meanwhile Clare made herself at home in Ann’s house. She looked around and peeped in her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and looked at Ann’s clothes hanging there. She saw a bra strap caught in a drawer nearby. She opened it and examined Ann’s lingerie including some very nice silk underwear. On the top of a chest of drawers she was a box of papers and the lid was open. She looked. The box had been taken out by Ann a few days before when she had studied her bare bottom to see if the marks were gone. It contained among other things some old school reports.
Clare studied them. The academic marks and remarks were good but several had heading ‘discipline’ and referred to detentions awarded. Then one contained a comment about Ann being caned; then another and another.
Quickly she tidied the box and left it as she had found it.
Ann followed Laura to the lounge.
“Same chair?” asked Ann.
“No, place your hands on the coffee table and bend over.”
Ann did as she was told and looked a picture in her netball kit. Laura lifted her pleated skirt up to reveal Ann’s tight knickers.
“Six strokes of the cane this time, Ann, I believe.”
“Yes, Laura” came the reply loud and clear. Ann was ready for this.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Three quick strokes barely giving Ann time to gasp or clench her cute cheeks.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
“Aaaaah” she cried before bracing herself for number six.
Swiiiiiish-craaack!
It did not disappoint and Ann jumped up and rubbed her bottom.
Ann hugged Laura and wanted to tell her how she needed that caning but she knew Clare was at her house.
“Would you like to shower here?” Laura asked gently.
Ann spoke softly and said she had invited Clare round for supper. Laura had noticed that Ann and Clare were very good friends. Laura also thought how she would like to give Clare a thorough caning on her beautiful bottom. Maybe one day both of them might….
Ann kissed Laura and made her excuses. She was shown to the front door where they kissed again. Laura enjoyed the brief moment of Ann’s body odours then they parted.
The cycle ride home did not take long as Ann pedalled as furiously as she could even with a sore bottom. She so wanted to see Clare. In no time she was at home and entered the house. She closed the door as Clare stood up from a chair at the kitchen table.
Ann was looking a little flustered. Clare concluded it was the bike ride.
“Oh, Clare, so sorry, I should have told you to shower here while waiting. Would you like to shower before supper?”
“Yes that would be nice, Ann” she replied.
Ann took Clare’s hand and led her to her bedroom. Their bags were dumped on the bed and Ann threw a large bath towel to her friend.
“The shower is here” indicated Ann leading Clare along the landing and opening the bathroom door.
There was a large tiled cubicle with a large shower head. The cubicle was quite wide and deep so there was no need for a door or curtain. It was like some at school by the dorms.
“Gosh, it’s big enough for two” Clare blurted.
There was a moment of awkward silence as Clare realised what she had said.
Ann took her hand and they went back to the bedroom.
“Of course, we could share the shower, Clare. Come on, undress!”
Both girls removed their shoes and socks and skirts. Off came their tops and bras. Clare quickly lowered her knickers and put them with her other clothes. Ann was still in her knickers that fully covered her bottom.
“You go ahead while I find a towel” said Ann with a hint of nervousness.
Clare took her towel and turned. Ann watched her bare back, legs and gorgeous bottom as she strode to the bathroom.
Ann hesitated. She went to the hook behind the door and took down her bath towel.
She slipped her knickers down. In the wardrobe mirror she saw her latest set of stripes. Six red weals were neatly arranged across her bottom.
Ann walked towards the bathroom now nude. She could hear the shower running. As she entered Clare was standing naked under the torrent.
Ann placed her towel on a chair and stepped into the shower cubicle.
Water was cascading down Clare’s face as Ann came close.
Their breasts touched as they kissed.
Ann greeted her and immediately thought Clare was a rather attractive girl. Clare was 26 and slim with collar length dark brown hair and an athletic figure. Clare followed Ann into the office and admired her shapely figure from behind. Ann was a few inches shorter and had similar length mousey hair and a nice figure. Ann was now 24.
Inside, Ann put the kettle on and put a spoonful of tea in the pot. She took the brochures from Clare.
“Oh, combine harvesters, how I hate them. Noisy things!”
“Yes but they get the job done very efficiently” remarked Clare keen to get a sale in due course.
“Then they sit in the barn for eleven months!” jibbed Ann pouring boiling water on the tea.
As they sat drinking tea Clare glanced at the map on the wall. All the fields had names and the overlay showed the plan for planting that year. A combine would be well used she thought. Ann however had other things on her mind.
“Now, Clare, are you sporty?”
“Umm, well, yes, I like swimming and used to play netball until I moved locally.”
Ann clapped her hands.
“Ideal! We need a couple of new players for our netball team! Here, telephone this number and speak to Laura and say I sent you!”
Clare took the slip of paper Ann held out and then glanced at this attractive young lady. Ann continued.
“It is just a fun league, nothing serious but we so need one or two players.”
That evening Clare dialled the number. A lady answered.
The next afternoon Clare dropped round to see Laura, a friendly older woman in her early 60’s, at her home.
Laura explained that it was an amateur league and she coached the players but the Dunghill team had done well in recent years but was on the slide. She hesitated, telling Clare that Ann’s captaincy was not all it should be. Yes she was a lovely girl and a good player but she did not really chivvy and chide the team when matches were in progress. Having one or two new players ought to help. Clare confirmed she would be very keen to play, after all, it was for fun, wasn’t it?
Laura was pleased and advised her to see Ann who held the spare kit and she would fit her out.
The next day Clare’s Mini again was in the farmyard and Ann came out to meet her.
“The kit is upstairs in a spare bedroom. Do come up.”
Ann led the way upstairs and on the bed various items of kit were laid out.
“You have suitable footwear?” asked Ann.
“Oh, yes, and socks so just need the top, skirt and…well, I suppose the knickers too” said Clare blushing a little.
Ann looked at Clare and sized her up and handed her a top.
“Try that on and maybe this skirt and these knickers.”
Clare was not shy when naked with others but was caught slightly off guard; Ann obviously was not going anywhere. In fact, Ann realised she had a chance to see the nubile figure inside the jeans and shirt.
Clare took her shirt off and tossed it on the bed before slipping the top on. It was a good fit so Ann selected another and put it to one side as a spare. Clare removed the top and Ann admired the firm breasts and lace edged bra Clare wore. Her skin was lightly tanned and smooth.
Ann then gave Clare a skirt and knickers.
Clare took her jeans down and turned to place them on a chair. Ann again admired her figure as she stood in her underwear. She handed Clare the knickers, thick and of a design that covered a girl well. Clare took them and wondered whether to try them on or not. Still Ann was not going anywhere.
She tugged her white cotton pants down and put one foot in the knickers. Ann studied her thick triangle of pubic hair and, as Clare moved to put the second leg in, she looked at her bare bottom with its deep cleavage.
Clare tugged the knicker up and they were a good fit as was the skirt as she put that on.
“That’s good, Clare, you can take two of each” Ann confirmed.
They smiled at each other.
Clare removed the skirt and handed it to Ann then lowered the knickers and handed them over.
“Ghastly thick things, just like regulation knickers at school!” Clare commented.
“I know, but they kept you warm in winter!” chortled Ann.
“Would have been more use it they reduced the sting from the cane!” Clare quipped.
Ann nearly choked. She knew exactly what Clare meant….but…yes…surely…it was obvious, this gorgeous girl had been caned on those lovely cheeks!
Ann was lost for words for a minute or two, a rare occurrence for her. She folded the kit Clare was taking and watched as Clare bent right down to pick her pants off the rug. Her bottom was superb and in that position too, the same as she must have adopted for the cane! Her pussy looked so nice too. Ann continued to watch as the pants came up and covered that delicious bottom followed by the jeans.
Clare joined the team for a few practice sessions and discovered that results indeed had not been that good. A series of defeats had been the recent trend and at the end of the training Laura called them together. Clare thought Laura was in great shape for age and she had an athletic figure too. Laura discussed their next match and how they needed to move the ball faster and be more alert for any chance to intercept the opposition when they passed it. She then turned to Ann and urged her to be more directing during the match.
However, the next match was not that good at all and they lost 18-12 to another village team. The teams were using the village hall to change but there were no facilities so they all put on a jumper and walked or cycled home. The next match was similar and they lost 19-12.
Laura invited Ann round for tea. She set the table waiting for Ann to arrive. Then she was going back to the kitchen and paused by the cupboard under the stairs. Laura opened the door and took out a cane. It was brown and old with a traditional crook handle. Laura flexed it. It brought back memories of the many times she had used it and of even earlier years when it had stung her own bottom. She ran it through her fingers and recalled the three times she had used it on Ann when one of her pupils.
The doorbell rang. Laura pondered for a moment longer…should she…no she would give Ann one more chance. The cane was returned to its hook inside the cupboard alongside several other canes.
The next match was pretty awful and the team went from a solid 4-0 lead to an even more solid 22-4 defeat. This was admittedly against a team with a proper coach and nice sports hall. The team showered almost in silence and Laura joined them naked in the hot, steamy communal showers. Ann studied Clare’s lovely figure then when Ann had her eyes closed to wash her face Clare took a good look at Ann. She thought her new friend had a super body with pert breasts and a modest bush but a cute bottom. Both Ann and Clare secretly studied Laura’s naked body which was in great shape still with small breasts, fine mature cheeks and a large triangle of curls. On the rare occasions a match was at a venue with showers, Ann enjoyed seeing her former tutor naked and wondered if she had ever felt the cane, after all, Ann knew full well how proficient she was at using one on her and on other girls! In the changing rooms the girls all agreed how nice it was to have proper facilities. Laura dried herself and saw Ann on the next bench with her back to her; she was still naked. Her bottom was delightful but would the application of her cane be a way to improve results?
Ann cycled homewards but caught up with Laura on her bicycle. Laura invited Ann back to her house. Inside, Laura showed Ann to the lounge.
“Now, Ann, as captain, you must be disappointed with the team’s results…” Laura started.
The conversation continued and Ann thought she would be replaced as captain and willingly would have accepted that change – but Laura had other ideas.
“Ann, I think you make a good team captain but you are in a position I found myself at training college when I captained our netball team. Our coach came up with an innovative way to focus my mind on leading the team well.”
“On, umm, what was that?” asked Ann now rather curious.
“She set me a target. Every match we lost she would cane me and the number of strokes of the cane depended on the result; she deducted our score from theirs to get the total due.”
Ann was taken aback but also aroused at this confirmation that Laura had indeed received corporal punishment but it was Laura’s next statement that made her almost gasp with pleasure.
“…I was, of course, familiar with corporal punishment having been caned when younger on four occasions for being naughty.”
Ann momentarily forgot that Laura was proposing that she took a caning after a defeat and images flashed through her brain of this gorgeous mature woman, the one she had just seen naked in the showers, taking a caning.
Ann was slightly flustered. “So, so…you propose…but today we lost by 18…I couldn’t take that many…!”
Laura sat up straight.
“Well do you agree with the idea, Ann? I think it could work for you.”
“Um, well…I think…but when would I be caned? Not in the changing rooms in front…”
Laura sought to reassure her. “You could come back here.”
Ann agreed. “Yes, ok, Laura….”
Laura put her hand on Ann’s knee. “Shall we start with a sound six of the best now?”
Laura had checked the team’s fixtures for the next few weeks and none of the matches would be at venues with proper changing rooms such was the sate of 1970’s sports facilities in many communities. There would be no chance of Ann’s bottom being seen by the others.
Laura went out to the cupboard under the stairs and fetched her favourite supple cane. She returned to the lounge where Ann was waiting. Ann looked at the cane.
“Now come here and bend right over the back of this chair. Oh, lower your jeans, of course.”
Ann faced the chair almost in a daze. She fumbled with her buttons and then lowered her jeans. She hesitated. The young girl then lowered herself slowly over the back of the well upholstered armchair.
Laura waited until she was settled. This was a change from most canings she had administered over the years where a girl generally had to touch her toes or bend over a chair; some, in the dormitory had to bend over the end of their bed before the cane was applied to their bottom clad in the thin layer of a nightie or pyjamas clinging tightly to their cheeks and showing the buttocks well.
The cane tapped her bottom. Laura intended to make this a good one.
Swiiish-crack!
Barely had the cane whipped back off her bottom than Ann yelped loudly.
“Hush!” came the rebuke.
Swiiish-crack!
Ann pressed her face hard into the soft cushion by her face and only a muffled cry was heard.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Ann braced herself for the sixth which she knew Laura always followed tradition and made it a little harder. Laura had every intention of maintaining that tradition.
Swiiiiiish-craaack!
Even the soft cushion was not enough to disguise Ann’s loud squeal as her right hand reached round to sooth her right cheek. But the cane tapped her hand and she removed it.
The cycle ride back to the farm was awkward to say the least. She thought about the long hug Laura had given her and how she enjoyed the feel of Laura’s firm body. Did Laura have any idea how her bottom felt, thought Ann. Yes, she remembered Laura had told her she had been caned a few times. Meanwhile Laura put the cane away after giving it a final inspection as she thought about the weals it had left on her bottom many decades ago.
As Ann arrived at home a Mini was glimpsed driving away. It was Clare. She had found Ann’s watch in the changing area and brought it back. In her bedroom Ann stripped naked and examined her body all over in front of the mirror. How she longed for Clare to be there.
Ten days later the team had its next match. It stared well and was hard fought but by the end it was another defeat, this time 20-14. Clare walked off and put her arm around Ann’s shoulders to sympathise with her. Her touch was magic but Ann knew there was unfinished business with Laura.
“Clare” she said.
Clare grunted an acknowledgement.
“Fancy supper at mine?”
“Ok, I can comeback with you now.”
“Um, well, I have an errand, say, thirty minutes, 6pm? No, here is my key, let yourself in and I’ll be with you as soon as.”
Clare took the key.
The girls collected their bags and dispersed except for Laura and Ann.
“Back to my house, Ann?”
“Yes, I suppose I must, Laura.”
Twenty minutes later they entered Laura’s house and the front door shut. They dumped their bags in the hallway and Laura opened the cupboard door. She took out the same cane.
Meanwhile Clare made herself at home in Ann’s house. She looked around and peeped in her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and looked at Ann’s clothes hanging there. She saw a bra strap caught in a drawer nearby. She opened it and examined Ann’s lingerie including some very nice silk underwear. On the top of a chest of drawers she was a box of papers and the lid was open. She looked. The box had been taken out by Ann a few days before when she had studied her bare bottom to see if the marks were gone. It contained among other things some old school reports.
Clare studied them. The academic marks and remarks were good but several had heading ‘discipline’ and referred to detentions awarded. Then one contained a comment about Ann being caned; then another and another.
Quickly she tidied the box and left it as she had found it.
Ann followed Laura to the lounge.
“Same chair?” asked Ann.
“No, place your hands on the coffee table and bend over.”
Ann did as she was told and looked a picture in her netball kit. Laura lifted her pleated skirt up to reveal Ann’s tight knickers.
“Six strokes of the cane this time, Ann, I believe.”
“Yes, Laura” came the reply loud and clear. Ann was ready for this.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
Three quick strokes barely giving Ann time to gasp or clench her cute cheeks.
Swiiish-crack!
Swiiish-crack!
“Aaaaah” she cried before bracing herself for number six.
Swiiiiiish-craaack!
It did not disappoint and Ann jumped up and rubbed her bottom.
Ann hugged Laura and wanted to tell her how she needed that caning but she knew Clare was at her house.
“Would you like to shower here?” Laura asked gently.
Ann spoke softly and said she had invited Clare round for supper. Laura had noticed that Ann and Clare were very good friends. Laura also thought how she would like to give Clare a thorough caning on her beautiful bottom. Maybe one day both of them might….
Ann kissed Laura and made her excuses. She was shown to the front door where they kissed again. Laura enjoyed the brief moment of Ann’s body odours then they parted.
The cycle ride home did not take long as Ann pedalled as furiously as she could even with a sore bottom. She so wanted to see Clare. In no time she was at home and entered the house. She closed the door as Clare stood up from a chair at the kitchen table.
Ann was looking a little flustered. Clare concluded it was the bike ride.
“Oh, Clare, so sorry, I should have told you to shower here while waiting. Would you like to shower before supper?”
“Yes that would be nice, Ann” she replied.
Ann took Clare’s hand and led her to her bedroom. Their bags were dumped on the bed and Ann threw a large bath towel to her friend.
“The shower is here” indicated Ann leading Clare along the landing and opening the bathroom door.
There was a large tiled cubicle with a large shower head. The cubicle was quite wide and deep so there was no need for a door or curtain. It was like some at school by the dorms.
“Gosh, it’s big enough for two” Clare blurted.
There was a moment of awkward silence as Clare realised what she had said.
Ann took her hand and they went back to the bedroom.
“Of course, we could share the shower, Clare. Come on, undress!”
Both girls removed their shoes and socks and skirts. Off came their tops and bras. Clare quickly lowered her knickers and put them with her other clothes. Ann was still in her knickers that fully covered her bottom.
“You go ahead while I find a towel” said Ann with a hint of nervousness.
Clare took her towel and turned. Ann watched her bare back, legs and gorgeous bottom as she strode to the bathroom.
Ann hesitated. She went to the hook behind the door and took down her bath towel.
She slipped her knickers down. In the wardrobe mirror she saw her latest set of stripes. Six red weals were neatly arranged across her bottom.
Ann walked towards the bathroom now nude. She could hear the shower running. As she entered Clare was standing naked under the torrent.
Ann placed her towel on a chair and stepped into the shower cubicle.
Water was cascading down Clare’s face as Ann came close.
Their breasts touched as they kissed.
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