Sent To The Lady Next Door Part Five: Pauline's Part-Time Job free porn video

Pauline Manson sat and smiled at her old friend who was sitting on the sofa across from her. The retired School Mistress could not quite believe what her friend, and colleague, Alice Conway, had just asked of her and took a few moments to think about how she would reply to her offer. The seventy-year-old ex-History Mistress leaned over and picked up her coffee cup from the table and took a sip, not taking her eyes from her friend, before replacing her cup back on the table and sitting back in her comfortable leather armchair. She closed her eyes before she began to speak.

“Surely, there are younger women out there who can do the job far better than I ever could, Alice.” She smiled at her friend who sat with a serious look on her face.

Pauline Manson knew that look only too well. It meant that Alice Conway would not take no for an answer. Mrs. Conway swept her dyed blonde hair behind her ears before replying.

“Well, I have thought long and hard about this and, although I do know some good women who probably could do this for me, they’re either already in jobs that would keep them busy and that would mean that they couldn’t just drop everything and visit the schools as and when they were required.” She smiled as picked up her cup before continuing.

“It’s a job that would suit you, seen as it would be sort of part-time – no more than two days per week, and sometimes it would be just a morning here and afternoon there.” Alice sipped at her coffee, smiled and placed her cup back on the table in front of her.

“It gives you the freedom to do the things you want to do during the week and also, the money is really good so you will have lots of extra money to do anything you like.” Mrs. Conway smiled.

Pauline Manson nodded. She had to admit that the almost full-time wage for doing just part-time hours was very appealing. The retired teacher did not need the money as her pension was a good one, but the extra cash would enable her to do all those home improvements she had wanted to do but had put off thinking that it was not financially worth it.

“But Alice, I mean, I think schools have changed a lot since we were spanking naughty girls’ bottoms all those years ago.” She smiled at her friend whose expression had not changed.

“Not at all. Now that all schools have been allowed to re-impose corporal punishment if they want to, they need someone to show their teachers how to do it properly and safely.” She leaned forward so that she was sitting within inches of where Pauline was.

“And there aren’t many people out there who can do that. I naturally thought of you, Pauline, as you were never afraid to lay the strap or cane across a naughty girl’s bottom, were you?” the younger woman continued.

Miss Manson nodded. She had spent her entire thirty-seven-year career at the local girls’ Grammar School and from her first year there, she had kept her girls in line with doses of corporal punishment if, and when, they were required. Pauline had even built up her collection of implements over the years, receiving many of her wooden and leather implements as gifts from her colleagues and friends. Alice, on the other hand, had hated teaching. Unlike Pauline, who remained a classroom teacher for her entire career, the younger woman had risen through the ranks quickly; her ability to talk-the-talk and use the correct words in interviews had ensured that Alice Conway had become Deputy Head Mistress by the age of thirty-five.

She had been glad to get out of the classroom, but the arrival of her three daughters had made her decide to leave teaching. Once the girls were older, and she wanted to get out of the house, she had landed a job in the local education authority, and now, here she was, on silly money in the top job. It suited Alice. Not too much work, not much stress and no work to take home at the end of the day. She was fifty-nine years old and intended to keep the job for another few years at least. It paid for those expensive foreign holidays that her husband and herself enjoyed each year as well as helping out their daughters with deposits for houses or university fees.

“No. I wasn’t afraid of punishing my girls, Alice. I figured that it would do them no harm whatsoever and also, it would mean that they would not behave badly in the future if they knew that they would be punished for breaking the school rules.” Pauline Manson smiled.

“I think that you would be perfect for the role, Pauline and like I said, it will be on your terms – you can make the appointments at the schools to suit yourself.” Mrs. Conway smiled as she sensed that her friend was coming around to her way of thinking.

“Plus, I have been keeping my hand in, sort of.” Miss Manson pulled her navy cardigan around her and licked her lips.

“Really?” Alice leaned forward, open-mouthed.

The retired School Mistress smiled sweetly and got to her feet.

“My neighbour had some trouble with her eighteen-year-old daughter recently, so I have been spanking her.” She smiled as she looked down on her friend.

“Her behaviour is so much better these days. Plus, I’ve been teaching Diane – that’s my neighbour – how to spank her daughter herself.” Pauline continued.

“See what I mean? You would be absolutely perfect for the job, Pauline. All it entails is literally giving a PowerPoint presentation to those staff who are going to have the job of administering punishments at their schools.” Alice Conway stood up and pushed her small breasts out in front of her so that they stood out proudly underneath her expensive, short-sleeved red satin blouse.

“Then, depending what the school wishes to do, you may be asked to demonstrate how to punish to their staff and, in some cases, attend and witness punishments being administered to their students.” The younger woman smiled.

Pauline could feel that her knickers were damp from the thought of corporal punishment. She was also aware that Diane Caldwell was coming over that evening to have her bottom smacked once again. Pauline Manson continued to think about her friend’s offer before giving her answer. She really looked forward to her weekly meetings with her younger next-door neighbour, both the spanking and the sex that their meetings resulted in.

“I tell you what, Alice. Why don’t I come and see you next week and we can discuss this further once I’ve had some more time to think about it.” She touched her friend’s right arm with her left hand.

“You can email me all the information and documents about the role, and I’ll have a look over them and let you know when I come and see you.”

Mrs. Conway smiled. She knew that she had persuaded her friend, despite not having received a firm acceptance from her.

“Of course. If you give me your phone number and email, I’ll send all the information that I have from the government about it so far. They’re a little bit vague about it up to now – I think that they’re happy to leave schools to decide how to implement the policy themselves and then see how it goes.” She smiled.

Miss Manson bent down and picked up the cups from her coffee table and walked into her kitchen where she placed them in her sink. She then removed a writing pad from one of the drawers and picked up a pen from the kitchen table. She quickly scribbled her number and email on the paper before removing the sheet and handing it over to Alice.

The younger woman had smiled and had placed the paper in her handbag before leaving Pauline’s house. The ex-History Mistress had already made her mind up and spent the rest of that afternoon researching the new school discipline policy on the internet. As her friend had suggested, it seemed that the government were, indeed, allowing schools to do their own thing and seeing how things went, before getting involved. Later that afternoon, Alice’s email arrived with yet more information and details of the extremely generous salary that she was offering. That evening, Pauline had entertained Diane but had not told the younger woman about her potential new job. She had instead scolded her neighbour severely for her imaginary poor behaviour before turning the forty-seven-year-old across her lap and spanking her bottom as hard as she physically could with her hand, clothes brush and small leather paddle.

Ms. Caldwell had then had to remove her thrown-together “school uniform” of white blouse, short black skirt and her daughter Zofeya’s old school tie and lie face down over Pauline’s bed whilst the older woman whipped her mercilessly twenty-four times with her well-used school strap and then, finally, eighteen strokes with the senior dragon cane. The retired School Mistress had then soothed Diane’s hot and sore bottom with cooling cream before pleasuring the younger woman. Zofeya’s mother had then stripped Pauline naked and returned the favour, both women then collapsing on the bed and holding one another closely.

The following week, Pauline Manson had met Alice in the younger woman’s impressive office on the third floor of the Town Hall. She had laid down her terms for taking on the position of School Behaviour Consultant, expecting her friend to reject the long list of conditions that Pauline had outlined to her. However, the retired School Mistress had shaken her head as Mrs. Conway had simply nodded and agreed to everything that her older friend asked for. Finally, she had signed the contract that Alice had placed in front of her before her younger friend had explained more about how Pauline’s new job would work. After about three hours, the ladies shook hands, before hugging – Alice kissing the older woman gently on the cheek before they said goodbye.

A few days later, Pauline was sat in her office in one of her spare bedrooms and sipped at her cup of tea as she clicked on her emails. She almost spat her mouthful of tea all over the keyboard as she noticed one from Cranston School, entitled “School Discipline Workshop training.” Pauline Manson carefully set her cup down and clicked on the email, shaking her head as it opened. She smiled as she read the words carefully.

Dear Miss Manson,

In response to an email I received from the Local Education Authority last week, I am emailing to arrange a “School Discipline Workshop” training session with yourself. The Head of the Local Education Authority, Mrs. Alice Conway, has suggested that all schools in the authority arrange such sessions for those members of staff who will have responsibility for administering corporal punishment in their school.

Personally, I have taught for thirty-five years and do just about remember administering corporal punishment to students, but almost all of my staff at Cranston are far too young to have administered, or experienced, such discipline. Several of them now, due to the new government policy, will be required to administer it to our students.

I do wish for my staff to be able to discipline our students without having to resort to corporal punishment, but, if such action is deemed necessary, that my members of staff can do it confidently, safely and effectively so that the course of action may be a one-off.

I would be very grateful if you would be able to come to Cranston School sometime in the near future to demonstrate to those senior staff whose responsibility it will be to implement this new behaviour policy. Once we have arranged a date and time, I can then contact the local education authority and arrange for payments to be made and deal with all the other administrative matters that training days cause.

Please would you be able to contact my secretary, Miss Charlotte Kimmel at ([email protected]) or on 01773 993 3000 to arrange the session. If you do need further information, please email the head of student behaviour, Mrs. Amy Roddam on ([email protected]) and she will be able to answer any questions or deal with any requests that you may have.

Looking forward to meeting you in the near future.

Yours sincerely,

Mrs. Karen Milligan – Head Mistress

Miss Manson had smiled to herself and read the message several times before sending a reply to Mrs. Milligan’s secretary. The process had moved quickly from there, and less than two weeks’ later, the seventy-year-old retired teacher was parking her small Volvo in the car park at Cranston School, a school that had a similar reputation to that enjoyed by the Grammar School at which she had worked. Pauline sat in her car for a few moments, trying to think about how she was going to approach things. She had checked her phone before turning off the car engine and opening her door. She had stepped out into the sunny afternoon and closed her door quietly.

She had opened the boot of her car and removed the long, hockey stick bag, then the sports bag and finally, her handbag. She shut the boot and pressed the button on her key fob, smiling as the indicators flashed, showing that the car was secure. Pauline placed her car keys in her handbag and picked up the other two bags, carrying the sports bag in her right hand and placing the hockey stick bag over her left shoulder. The seventy-year-old looked around for a moment before noticing the sign that pointed to the school reception. She walked slowly until she reached the main door to the reception and smiled as a small, dark-haired schoolgirl, wearing the Cranston School maroon coloured blazer, grey knee-length skirt, white blouse and maroon and white striped tie pulled the door open and smiled as she allowed the woman through.

“Thank you.” Pauline Manson smiled at the girl.

“No problem, Miss.” The girl smiled back before walking out of the door and out into the car park.

Miss Manson looked around for a moment before noticing the large reception desk behind which, two young women were sat, tapping away at computers. Pauline walked across to them and placed her sports bag and hockey bag on the floor. The young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair looked up from what she was doing and smiled at her.

“Hello. Can I help you?” she asked cheerfully.

Miss Manson nodded.

“Yes. I’m Pauline Manson from the Local Education Authority. I’m going to deliver the new behaviour policy workshop this afternoon. I’m looking for Mrs. Milligan, Miss Kimmel or Mrs. Roddam.” Pauline smiled back at the woman.

“Okay. If you can just sign in there and I’ll let them know that you’re here. If you take a seat on the chairs over there and they’ll be with you in a minute.” She picked up the phone on the desk and pressed a button.

Miss Manson picked up the pen from the reception desk and filled in the details on the sheet before picking up her bags and taking a seat on one of the padded chairs in the large reception area. She was just sorting out her handbag when she looked up and noticed the tall, brown-haired lady in the tracksuit standing looking down on her.

“Miss Manson?” Amy Roddam asked softly.

Pauline looked up and smiled, stuffing the various things back into her handbag before standing up and holding her right hand out to the younger woman.

“Yes. I’m here to do the behaviour policy workshop,” Pauline Manson replied as the younger woman shook her hand strongly.

“Great. I’m Amy Roddam and I’m in charge of behaviour at Cranston. I’ll take you to the sports hall and help you to get sorted out. Is there anything that you need?”

The retired School Mistress smiled as the younger woman released her grip. She bent down and picked up her bags.

“No. I think I’ve got everything that I need but you may need to sort the technology out for me. This is the first time that I’ve done this, so I do hope that it will be okay.”

The younger woman smiled and took Pauline’s hockey bag and sports bag from her, before leading the older woman out of the reception and through some double doors. The women then walked down a long corridor before Amy paused at the end and pressed her badge against another double door. It beeped loudly and she pulled it open, following Pauline through and outside into the schoolyard. They walked quickly across the tarmac and came to the large sports hall, where Amy led Pauline into the main area, laptop and projector already set up and chairs arranged neatly in three rows.

“It should all just work, but if you want to try it and if we have a problem I’ll go and get someone to help.” Mrs. Roddam laid Pauline’s hockey bag and sports bag down on a table that was against the brick wall.

Miss Manson took a moment and looked around the large brick building. She removed her navy jacket and walked across to the table and placed it on the back of a chair.

“Thank you. It’s all on a memory stick and then I’ll do some demonstrations if people want me to do that.” She smiled.

Amy Roddam stood watching Pauline as the older woman took her USB stick from her handbag and slipped it into the laptop on the table. She quickly found the file she wanted and clicked on it, smiling as the presentation appeared on the large screen behind her.

“Got a couple of videos from YouTube to show people how to punish properly.” The seventy-year-old could feel herself starting to become nervous.

“Great. It shouldn’t be long until we start. Can I get you something to drink?” Mrs. Roddam asked.

“Some water would be lovely.” The retired teacher walked over to her bags and unzipped them before beginning to take out the implements.

Mrs. Roddam watched in silence as Pauline laid her brushes, slippers, plimsolls straps, tawses and canes out on the table.

“I’ll go and get some. I’ll not be long. If you need the bathroom then the staff toilets are just to your right once you come out of the double doors.” The thirty-two-year-old smiled as she walked to the far end of the sports hall, pulled the door open and left.

Pauline checked to see that she could move the slides on her presentation along using the laptop, before returning it to the beginning and looking around the large hall as she waited for her audience to arrive. After a few minutes, the double doors at the back of the hall opened gently and the members of staff began to file in. Most of them were carrying something to drink and they were chatting away to one another. Mrs. Roddam was at the back of the group and smiled at Pauline as she placed the bottle of water and a glass on the desk next to the laptop.

“There you go.” She smiled and went to find a seat at the front of the hall.

The retired School Mistress allowed the audience to chat amongst themselves for a few moments, until a short woman with long black hair and a friendly face stood up and walked over to where Pauline was standing. Miss Manson estimated that the woman was in her late fifties and smiled as they shook hands.

“I’m Andrea Holden, Deputy Head Mistress. Pleased to meet you.” The smaller woman smiled as she shook Pauline’s right hand.

She turned to the audience and waited for them to stop talking.

“Ladies. This afternoon we have a speaker from the Local Authority concerning the new government policy on school discipline.” Andrea shot two members of the audience, who were still chatting to one another, an icy stare and paused until they had realised that they should stop.

“As we are all well aware, the government, from September next year, are allowing schools to reintroduce corporal punishment in all schools in order to improve discipline in the classroom.” The Deputy Head Mistress took a few small steps towards her audience before continuing.

“I know that many of us here in this room have had many meetings to discuss this and have eventually decided to re-impose corporal punishment here at Cranston from next September and that you, as senior members of the school staff, or because your job directly involves you disciplining students, will be the ones responsible for administering such punishments.”

Andrea paused and looked back at Pauline, before returning her full attention to the ten women sitting before her.

“Like most of you, I believe that because our existing behaviour policy and also because the vast majority of our girls are always well behaved, that we will have very little need to administer corporal punishment.” She smiled.

“However, being the lead on behaviour at Cranston I am aware that there are a very small minority of girls here who are a challenge and so, I think we must be prepared, and capable of, delivering corporal punishment to them, if the need arises from next September.”

Mrs. Holden looked back once more and noticed Pauline’s implements that had been laid out on the table against the wall of the sports hall.

“To help us understand what that entails, I would like to introduce Pauline Manson from the Local Authority. Pauline taught for over thirty years at the Grammar School and has more experience of corporal punishment than anyone in this room I think.”

The Deputy Head Mistress looked at Pauline and smiled as she stepped forward. Miss Manson paused and thought about how she would begin her talk, waiting for Andrea Holden to take a seat in the middle of the front row before she spoke.

“Good afternoon, ladies, and may I say what a pleasure it is to be here today.” She deliberately looked over the heads of the ladies in the room before continuing.

“I taught at the Grammar School for thirty-seven years and was amazed at how well-behaved the girls were there. When I arrived here this afternoon, I experienced the same well-mannered, polite pupils that I remembered from my time in teaching.” She smiled at Mrs. Holden.

“I doubt that you will ever have the need to impose corporal punishment on your girls as a matter of daily routine, but I am here to show you how it should be done, when the odd incident of poor behaviour arises.”

Pauline walked to the laptop and clicked onto her first slide. She spent the next five minutes outlining what the vague government policy would mean for schools that following September when they were expected to introduce it in their institutions. The seventy-year-old began to relax and almost enjoy the experience of talking to a group of colleagues when she noticed a young woman, wearing a bright summer dress, sitting on the second row with her hand up in the air.

“Yes. You have a question?” Pauline Manson spoke softly.

The young woman with the blonde hair smiled at her.

“Oh, yes. I’m Lucy Benson and I’m head of year ten. So, if we do have to administer corporal punishment to a girl in our year group, how do you suggest we do it in terms of safety and how many strokes or what we use?” She looked at the woman next to her and smiled uneasily.

Miss Manson smiled at the young teacher, who she thought couldn’t be any older than twenty-six.

“Well, Lucy. I’m glad that you asked that. It is the next part of the presentation. She clicked onto the next slide.

“Corporal punishment is, and has always been, a last resort in schools. You go through the normal behaviour steps, so, a verbal warning, then maybe sending the student out into the corridor to think about their behaviour, then a detention, maybe alerting form tutors and Heads of Year to the behaviour, before we get to the stage of using it.”

Pauline paused and reached over for her bottle of water which she poured into the glass and took a sip before placing it on the desk.

“That’s why you, as senior staff, are given the task of administering it. When all other methods have failed, or the behaviour is so extreme, then you, as senior members of school staff, will be allowed to punish your girls with reasonable doses of corporal punishment.”

The retired School Mistress walked across to the desk and picked up several of her implements. She turned and walked back to her audience.

“Lucy, I would always say begin with a hand spanking, given across the girl’s covered bottom and then perhaps on her bare buttocks as this will warm her up for the next stage in her punishment if it is deemed necessary.”

Miss Manson held her ebony-backed clothes brush in the air.

“I would then give her perhaps half a dozen to a dozen swats with my brush across her bottom, once again, while the girl is over your knee.”

Next, she held up the red, size ten slipper.

“If her behaviour has been really bad, or perhaps they have been defiant or argumentative, I would make them bend over the desk or a chair and again, half a dozen or a dozen smacks on the bare bottom with a slipper or gym shoe.” She looked at Amy Roddam, who smiled at the thought.

Finally, Pauline held up the narrow school strap and one of her canes and held them for a moment so that the ladies all got a good look at them.

“And for the repeat offenders, or those who have been particularly badly behaved, half a dozen to a dozen with either a strap like this, or a cane.”

She began to pass the implements to the ladies on the front row so that they could get a closer look at them. Miss Manson gave the women a few minutes to allow everyone to see and feel her implements in their hands before she brought the room back together.

“So, I think it would be a good idea to show you what a typical school punishment should look like. Please excuse this video – I found it on YouTube and it’s a woman, called Miss Fox, who has a series of clips showing people how to administer discipline in their relationships. It just gives you a very clear explanation and demonstration of what a typical school punishment will look like from next September.”

The seventy-year-old clicked on the clip and expanded it so it filled the full screen. Pauline smiled as Amy Roddam got to her feet and switched off the lights before returning to her seat in the front row. Over the next twenty minutes, the women sat in silence watching and listening intently as the tall lady with the long brown hair explained how she was going to punish the “schoolgirl” in the film. Several of the teachers in the hall laughed as the Miss Fox character called in her naughty schoolgirl – who turned out to be a beautiful blonde-haired woman in her thirties – and began scolding her for her poor behaviour.

The video then showed the dark-haired woman spanking the “schoolgirl” on her bottom, over her skirt. Miss Fox provided a commentary, describing every step of the punishment, how she was using her hand, why she was smacking the girl’s bottom where she was and explaining why she was then going to lift the girl’s skirt and continue the punishment on the young woman’s underwear.

The audience sat in silence as the video played, Miss Fox working her way through her collection of implements, similar to those that Pauline had passed around the sports hall. All the time, the dark-haired woman provided a commentary on how to use the implements safely but effectively. At the end of the clip, Miss Fox moved the camera in close and explained in detail the collection of marks and colours that had appeared across the “schoolgirl’s” bottom. She paid particular attention to the twelve red, neat tram-lines that had been the result of the caning that Miss Fox had administered.

Once the clip had finished playing, Miss Manson quickly clicked on a second, shorter clip, which outlined what implements could be used in schools to implement this new policy. Once it had finished, she returned to her presentation and clicked onto her second-from-last slide. It simply had one word in large bold type.

“Demonstration.”

Once again, Mrs. Roddam stood up and walked over to turn the lights back on. As she made her way back over to her seat, Pauline began speaking.

“So, I think that we need a demonstration of how a punishment looks in reality and for this, I do need a volunteer – or several volunteers, ladies.” She laughed as she saw the look of shock appear across many of the faces in front of her.

The women started chatting and laughing and Miss Manson waited, smiling at them. After a few moments, Mrs. Roddam put her right hand in the air.

“I’ll do it.” She got to her feet and looked around at her colleagues.

“Thank you. I promise that it won’t be too bad.” Pauline smiled at the younger woman and thought about how she was going to proceed.

“Would you mind moving your chairs into a large semi-circle so that you all have a good view?” Miss Manson asked and waited.

Slowly, and noisily, the ladies followed Pauline’s instruction and the retired School Mistress picked up a chair that was under the desk and placed it in the centre, so that she could see everyone. Amy Roddam stood there, nervously looking at her colleagues as Miss Manson sat down, ironing the creases from her knee-length black skirt, before placing her hands flat in her lap.

“Will you come here, Miss and stand at my right-hand side.” The retired School Mistress indicated with her right hand.

Mrs. Roddam remained silent as she walked across the wooden floor in her trainers. She stood close to the older woman, smiling awkwardly and brushing her long, brown hair behind her ears with her hands.

“Ladies. We begin, like you saw in the video, by asking the girl to bend over your knee. Make them place their hands flat on the floor before them so they take most of the weight – not your knees taking their weight.” Pauline lifted her hands from her lap and sat back in the chair.

“Over you go, Mrs. Roddam.” Pauline Manson smiled.

The thirty-two-year-old teacher smiled nervously before leaning across the older woman’s knees and lowering herself carefully, until her hands were flat on the floor in front of her. She shook her head to try and keep her long hair out of her eyes and gasped as Miss Manson placed her left hand on her lower back and her right hand on her tracksuit-covered buttocks.

Pauline began rubbing the woman’s bottom gently with her right hand and after a few moments, placed her left hand under Amy’s stomach.

“I would recommend holding your naughty girl like this – with your free hand securing her into your lap – so that she can’t struggle and squirm and make the spanking difficult.” The seventy-year-old tightened her grip.

“Can you move or struggle, Miss?” She looked down at the muscular PE Mistress.

Amy laughed.

“No. Miss. I can’t go anywhere.” She moved her head and smiled as she looked across at her friends.

“That’s ideal.” The retired teacher gave Amy’s buttocks one final rub before raising her small right hand in the air.

“When you’re ready, you then raise your hand in the air, like so.” She paused and took a deep breath.

“Before bringing it down, flat against the fleshy part across the centre of the naughty young lady’s bottom, like so.” Pauline brought her hand down across Mrs. Roddam’s covered bottom.

It landed with a muffled “slap!”

Amy Roddam hardly felt it and began to laugh.

“And we continue this until we have warmed the girl’s bottom and are satisfied that we can move on to the next stage. Are you comfortable, Mrs. Roddam? Happy to continue?” Pauline Manson held Amy tightly in place with her left arm.

“Yes, Miss,” Mrs. Roddam answered unintentionally, feeling every inch the naughty girl.

“Very well.” Pauline raised her right hand and slowly and solidly laid out a five-minute-long spanking which warmed Amy’s bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The seventy-year-old retired teacher paused and replaced both hands on the younger woman’s back. Amy Roddam had hardly felt the spanking through her tracksuit bottoms and lay there smiling at her colleagues.

“Once you’re happy that the bottom is warmed sufficiently, you should lift the girl’s skirt – or in Amy’s case – lower her tracksuit bottoms. Stand up, dear.” She spoke softly and smiled.

Mrs. Roddam got to her feet carefully and slowly slipped her black tracksuit bottoms down to her ankles, wincing as the Head of Sixth Form, Miss Carrie Mathieson, whistled on seeing Amy’s skimpy underwear.

“Shut up, Carrie!” Amy stared at the woman before laughing.

“Back over.” Pauline sat back and moved her arms out of the way, inviting the young woman to resume her position.

Within a few moments, Pauline had Amy secured in place over her lap with her left arm and her right hand in the air once more.

“We then move on to spanking the naughty girl over her underwear.” Miss Manson paused, before adding, “And very lovely underwear it is too, Amy.” She laughed and smiled as the other ladies in the hall followed.

Then Pauline rapped out a solid, but nowhere near, full-force spanking across the thirty-two-year-old’s bottom, once again, covering every inch of the woman’s fleshy buttocks. This lasted for another five minutes or so.

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

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

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

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

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

Once again, Amy Roddam took it well, showing very little reaction. She could feel that her bottom was growing increasingly warm from Pauline’s surprisingly hard hand and awaited the next part to the punishment.

“Now, even if you are simply giving our naughty girl a hand spanking as punishment, I always feel that it is important to conclude it by spanking her bare bottom. Firstly, to add to her humiliation and embarrassment so that, hopefully, she never wants to be placed in the position again. And, secondly, to drive your message home.” The older lady playfully tugged at Mrs. Roddam’s bright pink panties.

“Lift your hips, young lady.” She smiled as the muscular female PE teacher obeyed and allowed the woman to take her underwear down until it was resting on top of her tracksuit bottoms which were already around her ankles.

Once again, Miss Manson replaced her left arm around Mrs. Roddam’s waist and pulled her tightly into her lap. Within moments, Pauline Manson began the finale to Amy’s hand spanking, covering every inch of the younger woman’s bottom and tops of her thighs with slaps, given hard and slow. The retired School Mistress concentrated on giving a good demonstration to her audience, taking the opportunity to look over at them from time to time as she tanned Amy’s increasingly red and sore bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

Pauline rubbed Amy’s bottom gently with her right hand before smiling at her fixated audience and then returning her full attention to the thirty-two-year-old’s fleshy bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

Miss Manson could feel her juices flowing and knew that she was becoming increasingly aroused. Once more, she gave Mrs. Roddam another slow and hard dose with the flat of her small right hand.

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

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

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

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

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

The well-toned young woman finally began to feel the effects of Pauline’s hand and tried to wriggle and squirm around in order to escape Miss Manson’s small, but surprisingly painful right hand. She simply found herself being pulled closer into the older lady’s white cotton blouse and black skirt.

“Finally getting through to the naughty girl,” Miss Manson announced to her audience and laughed before rapping out a final dose.

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

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

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

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

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

The seventy-year-old retired teacher stopped and removed her left hand from underneath Amy Roddam’s stomach. She placed both hands on the woman’s back and paused.

“How was that, young lady?” She looked down at the back of Amy’s head.

The younger woman took a few moments before turning her head and looking up at Pauline.

“Hot and sore, Miss.” She was breathing heavily.

Miss Manson stroked the perfectly formed bottom lying in front of her with her right hand.

“Are you okay to carry on with my implements, Amy – or would you like to volunteer someone from the audience?” Pauline laughed as she looked across to Carrie Mathieson.

“I’ll carry on, Miss.” Mrs. Roddam unintentionally opened her legs wider.

“Very well. I would usually use my clothes brush next, usually twelve smacks with it, but I’ll only give you six, dear.” Pauline looked around the semi-circle of women sitting watching her.

“Who has my brush?” Miss Manson smiled.

“I have,” The Head of Year Thirteen, Ms. Abbie Corrigan announced.

The tall, slim, brown-haired woman stood up and walked the short distance to where Pauline was seated with Amy still draped over her lap. The sweet-looking young woman handed the small ebony-backed clothes brush out and Pauline took it in her left hand. Miss Manson began gently tapping it against Amy’s bottom while Abbie returned to her seat and sat down.

“Ladies. If your naughty girl has been so badly behaved, or is still showing attitude, I suggest that you use an implement, like this, to make her very sorry for her poor behaviour. Usually six or twelve swipes with the brush, again, given across the fleshy part of the bottom. Ready, Amy?” Pauline continued tapping the wooden-backed brush against the woman’s red and hot bottom.

Amy Roddam shuffled across the older woman’s lap until she was as comfortable as she could get before she turned her head to look up at her.

“Yes, Miss.” She placed her head down and stared at the wooden floor before her.

“Very well. Six smacks.” Pauline raised the brush and laid out her strokes slowly and deliberately across the fleshy bottom in front of her.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

The sound of the ebony-backed brush kissing the PE Mistress’ bare bottom echoed loudly around the large, brick-walled sports hall. Once completed, Miss Manson placed the clothes brush down, flat on Amy’s back. She looked across at her audience.

“How was that, young lady?” She looked down at the back of Amy’s head.

The young teacher winced before she turned her head and looked up at Pauline once more. She thought before answering.

“Painful, Miss.” She tried to move around on the older woman’s lap to make herself more comfortable.

The retired School Mistress nodded and smiled at the other women who were sitting in the semi-circle watching the demonstration.

“Usually, that’s enough but Amy here is a very naughty girl so she needs stronger measures. A taste of the slipper, strap and then the cane will make her behave better in future, I’m sure.” Miss Manson rubbed the woman’s bottom playfully.

“Stand up, dear.” She sat back in her chair and watched as the young PE teacher awkwardly got to her feet.

Amy Roddam used both hands to rub her red and sore bottom, smiling nervously as Pauline stood up and faced her.

“In my experience, my girls never wanted to take it further than a hand spanking and the brush, but if they ever did, then my next implements certainly taught them the error of their ways. Amy, do you want to stop there, or is there someone else who would like to take her place?” Miss Manson smiled as she scanned the room.

Amy looked around at her colleagues, pausing as she came to her fellow behaviour manager at Cranston School, Jessica Tweedy.

“I think you should come and bend over, Jess, seen as we’ll be the ones who have to do most of the spankings.” Miss Roddam was already pulling up her underwear and tracksuit as the slightly-built woman with the extremely long brown hair and bright blue eyes nervously walked out into the centre of the hall.

As Mrs. Roddam sat on the chair recently vacated by Jessica, the gentle, softly-spoken Miss Tweedy stared nervously at Pauline.

“Please don’t worry, dear. I won’t do it very hard.” She turned the high-backed chair around before continuing.

“Take down your trousers, please, and then bend over the back of the chair with your hands flat on the padded seat.”

Pauline took the chance to grab a sip of water as the room watched Jessica nervously slip her black, pin-striped suit trousers down to her ankles and slowly bend over the chair as she had been instructed.

“Who has the slipper?” the ex-School Mistress asked.

A moment later it was handed to her by Stephanie Phillips, a tall, skinny woman, with dark hair and small glasses.

“Thank you, dear. Now, when slippering a naughty girl, please ensure that you land the slipper in the fleshy centre of their bottom – there.” Pauline indicated with the red, size ten shoe before drawing it back and quickly, and expertly administering the six smacks across Miss Tweedy’s white knickers.

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

She wasted no time in laying the slipper across Jessica Tweedy’s small bottom. The smacks were given lightly, but the girl still winced with the impact. She had never been spanked before in her life.

“That usually does the trick – it can also be given with the girl bent over your lap, but that does require a little bit of practice in order to hit hard enough to make it effective.”

Pauline placed the slipper on the floor and looked at the semi-circle of women before her. They were all enthralled by what they were watching, and most had moved from being slumped in their chairs to sitting on the edge of them in order to get a closer look at what was going on.

“Next, naughty Miss here is going to receive the strap across her bottom. Who has my strap ladies?” She scanned the room and smiled as the Deputy Head Mistress, Mrs. Holden stood up, walked over and handed it to her.

“Now, ladies. The strap is a difficult tool to master and I would suggest folding it in half so that you have more control over it and can bring your strokes down straight. It also means that you will not wrap in around the girl’s legs or thighs which is extremely unpleasant and painful.” Miss Manson gently laid the thick piece of tan leather across Jessica’s bottom.

She looked at her audience before continuing her lesson.

“You can also lay it across the palms of the hands, like they did in Scotland, but I don’t like that idea and would always recommend strapping the girls on their bottom.” Pauline paused, thinking about how she was going to strap Miss Tweedy.

“The best thing to do, with all the implements that you may be using, is to practice at home. Maybe some of you have a willing partner who would allow you to practice on them?” She laughed.

“Failing that, a cushion or pillow is also an excellent way to build up your confidence with the strap or the cane!” she added as the women all laughed.

Pauline altered her stance and looked down at Jessica, who was bent over, gripping the edges of the padded chair before her.

“Six strokes, dear. Not too hard.” She smiled and took the strap back over her right shoulder.

“Smack!” It landed across the girl’s bottom a moment later.

Miss Tweedy felt it. It did hurt, even if the older woman had not put a great deal of force behind it. The twenty-eight-year-old Geography Mistress swayed but held onto the seat of the chair and awaited the next stroke.

“Smack!” Miss Manson landed the tan-coloured strap flat against the young woman’s buttocks.

“Smack!” Pauline deliberately laid the stroke on as light as she could.

She returned the strap to her right shoulder before pausing, looking at the audience, taking a deep breath before delivering the next stroke.

“Smack!”

Miss Manson took a step towards Miss Tweedy and ran her right hand across the woman’s white knickers.

“The strap is a most effective tool, isn’t it, Miss?” She smiled as she re-took her position at Jessica’s left-hand side.

The younger woman exhaled heavily.

“Yes, Miss. It really hurts.” She winced as she awaited the remaining strokes.

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

Once she had administered the swipes with the strap, Pauline walked over to the desk and placed it down, turning and walking back to the chair where Jessica remained bent over.

“Are you okay to carry on, dear?” Pauline Manson looked down at Jessica, who nodded at her.

The retired School Mistress scanned the room and immediately noticed that her junior school cane was being closely scrutinised by the Head of Sixth Form, Miss Mathieson.

“Finally, if our girls don’t respond to hand spankings, the clothes brush, the slipper or the strap, they do tend to take notice when you announce that they will be receiving the cane as a punishment.” Miss Manson walked over to where Carrie Mathieson was seated, and the younger woman handed her the thin wooden cane without being asked.

Pauline swished it through the air several times as she walked back over to where Miss Tweedy was positioned over the chair. The women sat, open-mouthed at the sound the cane made as it was repeatedly brought down through the air at speed.

“The canings are given with a variety of different canes. They range from the thin, whippy nursery cane for those younger girls or those who are first-time offenders, right up to the senior dragon cane for the older girls or those who are repeat offenders. A maximum of twelve strokes given across the skirt, underwear or bare buttocks, depending on the student and what they have done wrong. The new policy seems to give the Head Mistress or their Deputies the power to increase the number of strokes to twenty-four in exceptional circumstances, but we are not one-hundred-percent sure about that just yet.”

Pauline stood at Jessica’s left-hand side and she placed her left hand on her left hip. The older woman placed her left foot in front of her right and bent her left knee slightly. She began gently tapping the cane against Miss Tweedy’s white knickers that offered her bottom very little protection from what was coming her way.

“Now, dear. This is my junior dragon cane. It is dense and will land with a thud and bruise your bottom, rather than cut it like my thin, whippy nursery cane would. You may wish to get the girl to count and thank you for each stroke, or maybe, get them to count and apologise after each stroke, but I always used to just administer them and get them on their way back to class. Shall we begin, dear?”

Jessica Tweedy straightened her arms and her legs and stuck her bottom out as far as she could. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yes, Miss,” she replied and closed her eyes, awaiting that first, painful swipe.

Pauline concentrated on where the cane would land before drawing it back and bringing it down straight, landing in the centre of Jessica’s covered bottom.

“Thwack!” The sound echoed around the brick-walled sports hall.

Miss Tweedy winced loudly as the pain registered in her brain but remained in position.

“Thwack!” Pauline brought the cane down millimetres lower than her previous stroke.

Miss Tweedy held onto the chair tightly, but swayed, taking a moment before resuming her position for the next stroke.

“Thwack!”

“Ow!” Pauline smiled as Jessica shouted out.

A few moments later, and Pauline laid her fourth stroke accurately across the female teacher’s small bottom.

“Thwack!”

She did not wait long before delivering a fifth painful swipe which bit into Jessica’s covered bottom.

“Thwack!”

The young woman took her hand from the seat momentarily in order to push her long hair back behind her ear. Miss Manson took aim for one final time, smiling as her final stroke landed a moment later with a loud,

“Thwack!”

Pauline held the junior dragon cane against Miss Tweedy’s bottom for a moment before she removed it and took a step towards the young woman, who was still gripping the seat tightly with both hands. The older woman placed the cane in her left hand and gently touched Jessica Tweedy’s bottom over her white knickers. Miss Manson spent a few moments gently rubbing her hand over the woman’s bottom before removing her hand and turning to face the audience.

“So, ladies, that is how you administer a typical school punishment and that is what it should look like from next September.” She looked down at Miss Tweedy and smiled at the young woman.

“How was that, dear?” she continued.

The sweet-looking young teacher with the long brown hair remained bent over, turning to face Pauline before she answered.

“Painful, Miss. It really hurts even if you didn’t give it as hard as possible.” She swept her hair back behind her ears with her right hand.

Miss Manson smiled at the audience and stood holding the cane in her hand.

“So, ladies. You can see how effective a dose of corporal punishment can be when it is applied across a naughty young lady’s bottom.” She returned her attention to Jessica before continuing.

“You can stand up, dear and pull your trousers up. I think our volunteers deserve a round of applause.” She smiled.

The women in the sports hall applauded Amy and Jessica as Miss Manson walked to the table against the wall and placed her cane with the rest of her implements. She waited until the room had quietened down before deciding to finish her session.

“Ladies, I hope that the session has given you an idea of what is expected with this new policy and that it may give you the confidence to administer such punishments if, and when, they may be required.” Pauline walked to the desk and took a final sip from her glass.

“I am sure that when your school has decided exactly what implements they will use to carry out the punishment that you will be able to get some time to practice before having to administer a punishment for real. Do you have any idea of which implements you will be using, Mrs. Holden?” Miss Manson focused on the Deputy Head Mistress.

Andrea Holden had been whispering to Carrie Mathieson, and it took her a moment to realise that Miss Manson was speaking to her. She hesitated for a moment and thought about what she would say.

“Oh, we haven’t made a final decision yet, but we will be meeting in the next week or so and will make a decision then.” She turned her head and looked around at everyone in the room before returning her attention to Pauline.

“I should think that we will be using both the strap and the cane and perhaps giving people the choice of what other implements they use,” she continued.

“I’d be happy, and I know that Mrs. Milligan would be happy to sit down with you in the near future and get your opinion about what implements are the most suitable for Cranston School, Pauline.”

Miss Manson nodded.

“I’d be happy to meet with you again and discuss that.”

She could sense that the women wanted to get back to their classrooms or go home and Pauline decided to end her first training session.

“I think that we should call it a day, ladies, but feel free to come and have a closer look at some of the other implements that you could use.” She pointed with her right arm to the table behind her where her implements were laid out.

“And, of course, I would be happy to answer any questions that you may have.” She smiled as the women applauded.

The women all remained in the sports hall for a while, picking up and feeling the different implements that Miss Manson had displayed on the table. Many of them had questions for the older woman and Pauline Manson did her best to answer them. After a while, the ladies began to leave the large hall, until only Pauline and the Deputy Head Mistress, Andrea Holden remained. The retired School Mistress began placing her implements in her bags.

“Thank you for that, Pauline. It was very useful and informative. I think my staff got a lot out of that.” Andrea began picking up some of the implements and handing them to Pauline.

“I’m glad. I was really nervous doing it seen as that was my first presentation,” Miss Manson replied as she zipped up her sports bag.

“It was really good and gives our ladies a clear idea of what they will be expected to do from next September.” Mrs. Holden stood and watched Pauline slide her collection of canes into the hockey stick bag.

“I know that Karen would like you to come in again to meet with the senior leaders to help us decide upon the implements we should use and also to give at least another workshop where they can get some practical experience of administering corporal punishments – although I’m not sure how we could do that – I mean, how would we get people to willingly volunteer to be caned or strapped?” The younger woman laughed.

The seventy-year-old retired teacher zipped up her hockey stick bag and then turned her full attention to Mrs. Holden.

“I would be happy to come back and chat about what may be the best things to use here at Cranston School when you re-impose corporal punishment next September. Just send me an email and we can work out a date. I’d also be happy to come and teach your staff how to punish safely. I’m sure that you would be very surprised how easy it would be for you to get some volunteers!” She laughed.

“That’s wonderful. I have a meeting with the Head Mistress tomorrow morning so I’m sure we’ll come to a decision about more sessions then. I’ll email you and we can sort some dates out.” She picked up Pauline’s sports bag and smiled.

“Wonderful. I am getting pretty busy, believe it or not, but I’d be delighted to come back here to help you out.” The older woman picked up her hockey stick bag and her handbag before checking that she had all her possessions, removing her USB stick from the laptop and placing it securely in her handbag.

The two women walked out of the sports hall and Mrs. Holden took Pauline back to the main reception, where she shook the retired teacher by the hand before handing her sports bag to her.

“We’ll be in touch. Its been an absolute pleasure, Pauline. Thank you so much for coming in this afternoon.”

“My pleasure. I’ve really enjoyed it and am glad that it was useful for your staff,” Pauline replied.

Mrs. Holden waited and watched as Pauline signed herself out and then walked out into the car park.

Once Pauline had arrived home, she removed her bags from her car and took them inside the house. She was just removing her shoes when her mobile phone beeped loudly to announce the arrival of a new text message. The seventy-year-old picked up her phone and opened her messages. It was from Diane Caldwell. She smiled as she read it.

Pauline, I’ve had more problems with Zofeya. Would you be able to deal with her when she comes home over the holidays please? I am disgusted at her. Pop over for a coffee later and I’ll tell you everything. Hope today went well for you. Can’t wait for my next spanking. Diane.

Over the next few weeks, Pauline Manson found that her new job was far from part-time. She had been into eight schools in ten days. She had also returned to Cranston School, where she had met with the senior staff and helped them to decide on the implements that would be used against their misbehaving students from the following September. It had been quite a straightforward debate and discussion and had led to the ladies deciding upon using both a strap and cane, the individual member of staff deciding which one they would employ.

Pauline had smiled as she had listened to Amy Roddam during a coffee break. The young PE Mistress and Behaviour Manager had outlined how she would impose discipline on a naughty girl. It would be a hand spanking to start, then the clothes brush (which she had already ordered from a site on the internet!), then a slippering, before resorting to the cane. Miss Manson had nodded in agreement when Mrs. Roddam had asked her if that was an acceptable punishment routine.

The seventy-year-old ex-School Mistress had returned to the school two more times during that school year and had witnessed the women practising with the school’s newly-acquired corporal punishment implements. She had helped some of the female teachers to become very confident with the various canes and straps and had also assisted those who had decided to bring in their own implements, such as Stephanie Phillips whose year group would face the holed American-style paddle if they misbehaved and Abbie Corrigan, who had purchased a large, leather paddle to keep her students in line.

By the following September, Cranston School, like the forty or so other schools that Pauline had visited, were ready to impose the new government policy with confidence. The standard of behaviour in schools improved almost immediately. Miss Manson continued to find that her skills and interest in corporal punishment were still very much in demand.