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Zofeya Caldwell and her friend, Aimee Connell sat nervously on the sofa in the living room. To the girls’ left, Zofeya’s adoptive mother, Diane, sat in her leather armchair. Opposite Ms. Caldwell, in the other armchair sat their neighbour, Miss Pauline Manson. The ladies sat there in silence. Aimee, despite her friend’s warning about what was going to happen to the young ladies, sat and hoped that Ms. Caldwell would simply tell her off. Zofeya played nervously with her long dark hair, looking at Pauline Manson in between looking at the floor. Unlike Aimee, she knew that she was going to be placed over the older woman’s lap and spanked hard for her unacceptable behaviour.

Two days had passed since the eighteen-year-olds had received their A-Level exam results. Both had done well and Zofeya had done even better than had been predicted, having achieved three A grades. She had been accepted to study Law at the local University and had decided, along with her friends, that they would celebrate and make the most of their last few weeks of freedom before heading off to University. The tall, dark-haired girl had smiled as she had been hugged tightly by the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. McNamara and then by the Deputy Head Mistress, Ms. Storey before Zofeya and her large group of girls from St. Katherine’s Girls’ School had headed into town and started drinking.

They drank for almost twelve hours, until shortly before midnight and were the worse for wear. Zofeya and her friend Aimee were so drunk that they were discovered by two female Police Officers sitting on the kerb outside the bus station. Luckily, or unluckily for Zofeya, one of those officers was her mum’s friend, Rachel. The thirty-five-year-old had recognised Diane’s daughter at once and had gone over to the girls. They were steaming drunk and under normal circumstances, Rachel would have placed them in the back of the Police van and took them to the station and left them in a cell to sober up.

The kindly, red-haired Police officer had asked Zofeya her name and address and because the girl had been able to answer her correctly, she had decided to take her home. Rachel Edwards and her partner, Charlotte Norton, led the girls to their van and carefully helped them inside. They had driven the short distance to Zofeya’s home and Rachel had got out and rang the doorbell to Diane’s house. She watched and waited for a few moments as she saw the lights come on and then took a deep breath as Zofeya’s mum placed her keys in the door and opened the front door. She immediately thought the worst when she realised that she had a Police officer standing on her doorstep.

“Oh my God. Zofeya. What’s happened to her? Is she okay?” She spat out in shock.

Rachel waited until Diane had calmed herself and smiled reassuringly at the older woman before replying.

“Relax. Diane. She’s fine. Everything is okay. I’ve got her and a friend in the van and they’re a little bit drunk.” The younger woman smiled before continuing.

“We found her in the town, and I thought I’d bring her home instead of putting her in the cells. I’ve tried to drop her friend off, but no one was home so was wondering if you would take her in for the night as well.” Rachel Edwards turned and looked over her right shoulder as Charlotte opened the back doors to the van.

“I’ll kill her!” Diane Caldwell spat out in a mixture of anger and relief.

Rachel smiled as she watched Charlotte slowly and carefully help Aimee and then Zofeya out of the van and lead them across to where Rachel and Diane were standing.

“I didn’t hear that.” Rachel Edwards replied softly.

The three women helped the girls inside and Diane took her daughter and her friend upstairs, ensuring that she had taken their shoes off and turned them on their sides on their beds. She shook her head at Aimee who immediately passed out on the bed in her spare bedroom. She returned to the living room where the two female Police Officers were waiting.

“Thanks for not locking them up tonight. They’ve just got their A-Level results and have been out all day.” She smiled.

“That’s okay. We’ve all been there at some point in our lives. Don’t be too hard on them Diane.” Rachel picked up her hat from the arm of the sofa and walked to the front door.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give her at least two days to recover before I give her what for.” Diane followed Rachel and Charlotte down the hallway and stood on the doorstep watching as they got back in their Police van.

She smiled as they pulled out of the road and closed her front door, locking it with her key.

“And after those two days, they won’t sit for a week.” She thought to herself.

“Well Zofeya. You know what’s going to happen this afternoon so why don’t you explain it to Aimee?” Diane said in her usual gentle tone of voice.

Zofeya Caldwell knew only too well what was about to happen and looked first at her mother, then across at Pauline and then, finally, at her friend, who was sitting next to her on the sofa. She shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Well, because I have been so bad and came home drunk and in such a state, I will be made to take my clothes off and place myself over Miss Manson’s knees.” She paused as she fidgeted with her hair.

“She will smack my bottom with her hand and her clothes brush and lots of other things before caning my bottom to make sure that I don’t want to misbehave in such a way ever again.” She tried to conceal her smile.

Diane got to her feet and looked down upon the two eighteen-year-old girls.

“And, because you were involved Aimee you will also take a trip across my knee.” She looked across at Pauline Manson before returning her gaze to her daughter’s friend.

The blonde-haired girl looked up at Diane and immediately began to protest.

“You can’t do that. I haven’t done anything.” She turned and looked at Zofeya who simply ignored her and continued to look lovingly at Pauline.

“Oh, but I can young lady. I have spoken to your parents and they agree that you should be punished.” Ms. Caldwell placed her hands on her hips and continued.

“And from what your mother told me, you are no stranger to having your bottom smacked, are you?” Diane raised her voice ever so slightly.

Aimee Connell shook her head in disbelief. She looked down at the floor and her trainers before raising her head and replying to Zofeya’s mother.

“But you can’t!” She said almost pleading with Diane.

The older woman took a step towards her and nodded.

“Oh, but I can, Aimee Connell. Firstly, you got my daughter drunk. Secondly, you vomited all over your clothes and my spare bedroom. And thirdly, your mother said that if you refuse to be punished, that she will tan your backside with her slipper and then you’ll get the belt from your dad when he gets home from work. The choice is yours, young lady!” Diane Caldwell raised her voice yet more.

Zofeya’s friend bit her lip and tried to stop herself from bursting into tears. She was regularly spanked at home for various things, most notably, poor performance at school. Her mother, Joanne, spanked the eighteen-year-old with her hand and nasty little clothes brush regularly. Even worse for Aimee had been the aftermath of being caned at school by the Deputy Head Mistress, Ms. Storey. As if the caning hadn’t been enough, she had also been spanked by her mum in front of her younger sister before receiving eighteen swipes with her dad’s thick leather belt across her already sore and bruised bottom. She was anxious to avoid a repeat performance.

Aimee Connell thought to herself for a moment. Zofeya had told her how her mother had never spanked her, even though her friend arguably behaved worse than her most of the time, opting instead to take away her mobile phone and internet access as a punishment. She probably wouldn’t spank very hard and would give up quickly if Aimee began to cry. Her mind was made up.

“Sorry, Ms. Caldwell. Please don’t tell my mum and dad. I’ll take my punishment from you.” She said in a whisper.

Diane turned and looked at Pauline, who was smiling at Zofeya.

“Well, girls, shall we get this over with?” Ms. Caldwell looked down upon the two eighteen-year-olds who were sitting nervously awaiting their punishment.

“Yes. Mummy.” Zofeya answered quietly.

Pauline Manson got up from her chair and walked into the dining room where she began removing her collection of implements from her bag. As she busied herself deciding what implements she would use, Zofeya’s mother prepared the girls.

“Stand up and I want you to take off all your clothes. Leave them in neat piles on the sofa. Do I make myself clear, ladies?” Diane focused on Aimee.

She really was going to enjoy spanking the rude, know-it-all friend of her daughter. She reckoned with her almost three weeks of practice and watching spanking videos on the internet, that she could really teach this girl a lesson.

“Yes Mummy.” Zofeya replied.

Ms. Caldwell smiled and stared at Aimee, who finally replied after a few moments.

“Yes. Mrs. Caldwell.”

The forty-seven-year-old smiled to herself. She had never married and had hardly any relationships in her life. Being wrongly addressed by the arrogant girl simply made her more determined to spank her good and hard.

Diane watched as the eighteen-year-olds got to their feet and slowly began to undress. She watched them closely, not even being distracted by the sound of Pauline walking into the living room and placing her selection of implements on the coffee table in the middle of the room. The girls did notice what she had selected but tried to concentrate upon removing their clothes as quickly as possible and then folding them neatly before placing them on the sofa. As Zofeya removed her bra, which was her final item of clothing, she looked at Pauline who smiled at her, all the time, tapping her ebony-backed clothes brush against the palm of her right hand.

Diane Caldwell left the girls standing in silence for a few moments while she went into her dining room and brought two of her high-backed, padded leather dining chairs back into the living room. She placed these down and took one of them and moved it into a space between her sofa and the coffee table. Pauline did the same, moving her high-backed chair so that it was at the opposite end of the large room, facing where Diane would be seated. She smiled as she sat down gently on the chair and ironed the creases from her ankle-length blue and white patterned skirt. She then placed her hands in her lap and stared over at Zofeya.

Ms. Caldwell sat down and repeated what she had seen her neighbour just do, ironing the creases from her knee-length blue and yellow floral dress. She then placed her hands in her lap and turned her head to look at the girls who were standing naked, awaiting their punishment to begin. Diane Caldwell decided to take charge.

“Right. Zofeya. You know the routine. Over to Pauline and place yourself over her knee. Hands flat on the floor and not a word, young lady. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized those five last words.

Her eighteen-year-old daughter was already walking the short distance over to Pauline Manson when she replied.

“Yes. Mummy.”

Once she was standing close at Pauline’s right side, the older lady raised her hands from her lap and invited the girl to position herself over her lap. Zofeya Caldwell smiled at the older woman as she carefully lowered herself over Miss Manson’s blue and white silky skirt and placed her hands flat on the carpeted floor in front of her. She slowly, and deliberately, pushed her crotch against the woman’s knees.

Diane immediately turned her attention to her daughter’s friend, who was stood there watching Zofeya meekly and submissively do as she had been told. It was as if she actually enjoyed being spanked.

“Aimee. Come here and bend over my lap young lady. Hands flat on the floor in front of you and stick that bottom of yours as high as you can in the air for me.” Ms. Caldwell moved her hands from her lap and watched as the girl complied with her instructions.

Aimee Connell slowly positioned herself over her friend’s mother’s knee and placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her as she had been instructed. Moments later, she felt Diane’s right hand on her bare bottom and the woman’s left hand on her lower back. Ms. Caldwell rubbed the eighteen-year-old’s bottom until she was happy where her first series of smacks would land. Out of Aimee’s sight, Diane looked over at Pauline, who was doing exactly the same to Zofeya. The women nodded as they raised their right hands in the air, bringing them down within seconds of one another across the girls’ bottoms with a loud “slap!”

Zofeya’s friend smiled to herself. As she had predicted, Diane Caldwell smacked nowhere near as hard as her own mother, Joanne did. She took a deep breath and settled across the woman’s lap for the rest of her punishment. Ms. Caldwell raised her hand in the air once more and brought it down with another loud “slap!” which echoed around the living room. Diane smiled over at Pauline who had begun dealing with her daughter. Ms. Caldwell turned her attention back to Aimee, determined to really teach her a lesson.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The forty-seven-year-old laid out four hard smacks across the fleshy centre of her daughter’s friend’s bottom.

Still no reaction from Aimee, whose long blonde hair had fallen down and covered her face.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

A repeat visit from Diane’s right hand, this time across the lower part of the girl’s fleshy bottom. Diane smiled as she heard the sound of Pauline’s hand connecting repeatedly with her eighteen-year-old daughter’s bottom. Again, she returned her full attention to Aimee Connell’s bottom that lay in front of her. Zofeya’s mother tucked her left arm under the girl’s waist and pulled her close into her silky summer dress. Diane nodded as she continued to hear the sound of her neighbour’s hand landing at regular intervals across her daughter’s bottom. Zofeya had started to cry and her sniffs and sobs had started to dominate the room.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Ms. Caldwell concentrated her spanking across the fleshy middle of Aimee Caldwell’s bottom. Once again, the girl showed very little reaction.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Diane tried to put a little more force behind her slaps, continuing the onslaught against the centre of Aimee’s bottom. Zofeya’s mum paused and looked at the bottom in front of her. The pale white skin had started to slowly turn a light shade of pink and Diane smiled as she noticed a faint handprint across the blonde-haired girl’s right buttock. She took aim against Aimee Connell’s lower buttocks and thighs before taking a deep breath. She raised her hand in the air once more and a second later, brought it down with a loud “slap!” across the arrogant eighteen-year-old’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Diane concentrated her spanking against the girl’s lower bottom and backs of her legs. Still, very little reaction from the young lady with the long, blonde hair. Diane continued.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Aimee Connell began to feel it and used her right hand to try and push her long hair out of her eyes and also to rub her running nose.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Ms. Caldwell slapped the girl across the backs of her legs as hard as she physically could. The girl’s white skin had turned a lovely shade of pink, and in the delicate creases between her buttocks and thighs, the skin had turned a shade of bright red.

Diane smiled as she watched Pauline continuing to spank her daughter in the opposite corner of the room. Unlike Aimee, Zofeya was sniffing and sobbing loudly but Pauline was ignoring her, opting instead to lay out a series of very slow, but extremely hard, slaps across the backs of her legs. Ms. Caldwell decided to conclude the first part of Aimee’s punishment as quickly as she could. She was really enjoying herself but was looking forward to seeing what impact she could have with the implements against the eighteen-year-old.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Aimee Connell began to wriggle and squirm against Ms. Caldwell but was held tightly in position by the older woman’s surprisingly strong left arm.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The green-eyed ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student began sobbing loudly. She hoped that this would persuade Zofeya’s mother that she had been punished enough but her noises were ignored as Diane wrapped out another thirty or so slaps across the creases between Aimee’s buttocks and backs of her legs.

The hand spanking lasted about fifteen minutes before Pauline and Diane stopped, placing their hands on the girl’s backs. Both Zofeya and Aimee were crying, and their bottoms were hot and sore from the hand spankings that they had received.

“Up!” Diane Caldwell tapped Aimee gently on her bottom and sat back in her high-backed chair.

Aimee struggled to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes before rubbing her warm bottom with both hands. She looked over to her friend who was in the identical position having experienced a fifteen-minute bottom-blistering hand spanking from retired School Mistress, Pauline Manson. Diane and Pauline stood up and walked to the coffee table, smiling at one another. The ladies selected their implements before returning to their seats and sitting down once more.

“Back over my lap young lady.” Ms. Caldwell looked up at her daughter’s friend, tapping Pauline’s paddle hairbrush against her right hand.

Aimee Connell continued to rub her eyes and try to brush her long, blonde hair behind her ears before slowly reaching over Zofeya’s mum’s lap and placing her hands on the floor. Diane replaced her left arm under the eighteen-year-old’s waist and began playfully tapping Aimee Connell’s bare bottom with the wooden-backed hairbrush. Across from where Diane was dealing with Aimee, Pauline had Zofeya draped across her knee and was tapping the girls bottom with her nasty ebony-backed clothes brush. Within moments, the girls’ punishment resumed.

“Thump!”

The centre of Aimee’s bottom received a full-force smack with the brush.

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

Diane wrapped out five quick swipes with the small, square-headed wooden brush across the eighteen-year-old girl’s bare bottom.

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

Half a dozen painful swats kissed Zofeya’s friend’s bottom.

Diane Caldwell smiled as she heard the blonde-haired girl sobbing. The sound was mixed with the noises coming from the opposite side of the living room, where Pauline Manson was busy concentrating on spanking Diane’s daughter, Zofeya thoroughly with her nasty, ebony-backed clothes brush. The forty-seven-year-old was unaware that the reason why her daughter was receiving a frenzied dose of the brush from her neighbour was that Zofeya had opened her legs wide while over Pauline’s lap. The retired teacher shook her head at the thought of the girl becoming aroused while being spanked and also at the thought that Pauline could not do anything to deal with her. She really wished that she could spank Zofeya in private so that she could touch her private parts. She did not dare do this in case Diane noticed.

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

Ms. Caldwell resumed Aimee Connell’s punishment by smacking her hard across the centre of her fleshy buttocks with the paddle hairbrush.

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

Five very hard swipes kissed the girl’s right thigh.

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

Diane levelled the punishment up by landing five smacks with the brush against Aimee’s left thigh.

Diane and Pauline continued spanking Zofeya and Aimee for another five minutes before they stopped and placed their brushes on the girls’ backs.

“Right. Stand up. You may rub your bottom if you wish.” Diane Caldwell sat back in her chair and took the brush from Aimee’s back.

The eighteen-year-old girl carefully got to her feet. She frantically rubbed her bottom which was scorching hot. Zofeya’s mum got to her feet and watched as her daughter slowly got up from being over Pauline’s lap. The women placed their brushes back on the coffee table and made their next selection, Miss Manson opted for a small, round-headed leather paddle and Diane picked up a very innocent looking flip-flop.

Once more, the ladies returned to their chairs and adjusted their clothing, ironing the creases from their skirt and dress. Pauline Manson unfastened the top two buttons of her short-sleeved navy blouse before looking up at the tall Zofeya Caldwell. She smiled and tapped the tan-coloured paddle against the palm of her right hand.

“Naughty girl. Back over you go!” She smiled as Diane’s daughter complied immediately.

Aimee Connell watched as her friend obediently lay across the older woman’s lap once more before she turned her attention back to Diane. She had sat back in the high-backed chair and had adjusted her blue and yellow floral dress. She smiled sweetly at her daughter’s friend.

“Back over my knee Aimee.” Diane stared with her brown eyes at the eighteen-year-old who slowly did as she had been instructed.

“Now. You are going to learn that you behave like a young lady and not like a little slut. Do you understand me, Aimee?” Diane laid the small, red, plastic flip-flop across the girl’s bottom and took aim once again.

Across the living room, Pauline resumed her onslaught against the dark-haired teenager’s bottom with her small, round-headed leather paddle.

“Slap!” The solid piece of tan leather kissed Zofeya Caldwell’s already sore right buttock.

She squirmed and struggled but was held in position across Pauline’s lap by the retired teacher’s surprisingly strong left arm.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Manson delivered four, slow, full-force smacks with her small-headed leather paddle across the fleshy part of Zofeya’s small bottom. Diane’s daughter continued to struggle and squirm, but Pauline simply laughed and wrapped out another slow and hard smacks with the solid leather paddle.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The girl’s already red buttocks quickly changed colour to an even deeper shade of red as the paddle continued to kiss every inch of her bottom at regular intervals.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Manson expertly held Zofeya in place and wrapped out numerous smacks with the surprisingly solid piece of leather to her bottom over about ten minutes.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Pauline took aim against Diane’s daughter’s buttocks and thighs, deliberately catching her numerous times in the crease between her lower buttock and the top of her thigh. She would feel it for days afterwards.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

In the opposite corner of the living room, Diane was enjoying walloping Aimee Connell with the deceptively innocent-looking red flip-flop. She concentrated on the job in hand, smacking the blonde-haired girl slow and hard with the size five, plastic flip-flop. It made a very loud and satisfying “whap!” sound as it landed solidly across the centre of the girl’s fleshy bottom.

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

Zofeya’s mum focused on catching her daughter’s friend in the correct place, ensuring that each smack kissed the fleshy centre of Aimee’s red and hot bottom.

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

Ms. Caldwell paused for a moment to watch how Pauline was getting on with her paddle. The frequent “Slap!” sound echoing around the living room assured her that Zofeya was being made to feel very sorry for her drunken behaviour by Pauline. She returned her attention to Aimee Connell and took aim with the flip-flop once more.

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

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

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

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

The eighteen-year-old girl tried to struggle but Diane managed to push her deeper into her silky-skirted knees. She could feel that her lap was becoming increasingly damp and took her frustration out on the vulnerable bottom lying in front of her.

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

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

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

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

The spanking with the flip-flop continued for about ten minutes, until the forty-seven-year-old paused and placed the small, red flip-flop on Aimee’s back. The girl was sniffing and sobbing, and her tears had fallen onto the carpet before her. Diane sat back in her high-backed chair and took a few deep breaths as she watched her neighbour conclude Zofeya’s punishment with the paddle. Aimee Connell’s bottom was now a shade of bright red, with darker shades of red beginning to appear across her thighs and backs of her long legs. Ms. Caldwell rubbed the girl’s bottom with her right hand as she waited for Pauline to finish dealing with Zofeya.

The sixty-nine-year-old retired teacher slowly realised that Diane had finished spanking Aimee and paused for a moment to look over at the younger woman. She smiled before tightening her grip around Zofeya Caldwell’s waist. She raised the small, round headed paddle and administered half a dozen hard, rapid-fire smacks across Diane’s daughter’s already red, sore and bruised bottom. The noise echoed around Ms. Caldwell’s large living room.

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

Pauline used all of her strength to hold the wriggling eighteen-year-old girl in place over her knee, waiting for a few moments until she had calmed herself. Miss Manson placed the tan-coloured paddle on the girl’s back and watched as in the opposite corner of the room, Diane allowed Aimee Connell to get to her feet. Pauline Manson shook her head as she watched the girl with the long blonde hair rub her bottom in an attempt to cool it.

Ms. Caldwell got to her feet and smiled as her older neighbour gently tapped Zofeya on her bottom.

“On your feet young lady.” She picked the paddle up with her left hand and sat back, allowing the tall, dark-haired eighteen-year-old to get to her feet.

The retired School Mistress got to her feet and walked over to the coffee table where Diane had already laid the flip-flop. Pauline gently placed the paddle next to it before picking up her well-worn extra heavy tan-coloured school strap.

“Right. Girls. Into the dining room please and we shall conclude your punishment.” Ms. Caldwell spoke softly but left both girls in no doubt that they needed to comply with her instructions without question.

As she watched Aimee and her own daughter walk the short distance to the dining room, Diane picked up a cushion from her sofa and followed Pauline into the dining room. The forty-seven-year-old lady watched emotionless as the two girls tried to cool their burning bottoms by rubbing them with both hands. She then looked across at Pauline who was already working out how she would administer the strappings and canings that were to come.

“Zofeya. You will go first so that Aimee can witness how Miss Manson punishes you and also to give her an idea of what’s coming her way.” She walked a few steps and placed the cushion on the dining room table before continuing.

“Over the table young lady. Place your hips on the cushion so that your bottom is sticking up in the air.” She stared as her daughter obeyed, placing her crotch on the cushion and lying face down over the dining room table.

Her mother walked around to where her daughter’s head was and took Zofeya’s wrists in her hands to secure her in place. Diane looked up at the blonde-haired Aimee and then over at Pauline, who was measuring her strap out against the young girl’s bottom.

“Pay close attention Aimee because this is coming your way in a little while.” She then looked across at Pauline, who had taken up her position to the left hand side of Zofeya.

“You may begin the punishment, Miss. No need to count the strokes dear.” Diane tightened her grip around her daughter’s wrists and nodded to Pauline.

The retired School Mistress adjusted her stance once last time and took the nasty piece of tan-coloured leather over her right shoulder. She paused for a moment before bringing the two-foot long leather strap whistling through the air, its journey broken a second later when it landed with a deafening “Smack!” across the dead centre of Zofeya Caldwell’s already sore bottom.

The eighteen-year-old girl screamed and swayed but could not get away as her mother held her securely in place across the dining room table. Pauline Manson took aim once more.

“Smack!”

The strap bit deep into Zofeya Caldwell’s right buttock. Again, she screamed but was held down by her mother. Within moments, Miss Manson sent the third stroke on its way.

“Smack!”

The eighteen-year-old began crying and pleading, but her mother ignored her, watching as her older neighbour administered the next stroke.

“Smack!”

Again, the centre of the girl’s small bottom received a painful stroke with the strap. Once more, Zofeya screamed and tried to pull away from Diane, who continued to hold her securely in place over the table. Pauline Manson wasted little time in laying on her next stroke, connecting solidly across the lower part of the dark-haired girl’s bottom.

“Smack!”

Diane’s daughter buried her head and her tears began to fall on her mother’s blue and yellow summer dress. The older woman ignored this, instead focusing on her neighbour who was concentrating on administering a memorable and painful punishment. Her next stroke landed moments later with a loud,

“Smack!”

Zofeya swayed but her mother held her tightly and securely in place over the table. Miss Manson soon had the strap back over her right shoulder and sent it on its way once again.

“Smack!”

Yet more screams and sobs from the girl, but Pauline ignored her, returning the heavy piece of leather to her right shoulder.

“Smack!”

Diane looked across at Aimee. The girl was standing there nervously, with her right index finger in her mouth.

“Smack!”

Pauline’s next stroke bit Zofeya low down across her bottom and the backs of her legs. Again, more screams and sobs.

“Smack!”

Miss Manson laid the nasty piece of leather out within millimetres of her previous stroke. She paused for a moment to allow the girl to calm herself and also to take a closer look at her neighbour’s daughter’s bottom. She smiled as she saw the mix of reds and pinks that covered the undoubtedly sore bottom. The strap was returned to her right shoulder once more before being sent on its way.

“Smack!”

The sixty-nine-year-old laid the piece of leather across the younger girl’s bottom, expertly landing it within millimetres of her previous stroke.

“Mummy! Please make her stop!” She shouted.

Diane simply shook her head and shushed her daughter, nodding over at Pauline to continue. The older woman landed her next stroke.

“Smack!”

The experienced disciplinarian returned her attention to the centre of the girl’s small bottom.

“Smack!”

Another stroke landed across the centre of the red-hot bottom lying at the mercy of Pauline Manson. Zofeya continued to sob and sniff as the retired teacher took the piece of leather back over her right shoulder.

“Smack!”

The girl swayed but was held in place by her mother.

“Smack!”

Another swipe with the strap caught dark-haired Zofeya across the tops of her thighs. Pauline returned the strap to her shoulder and sent it down once more.

“Smack!”

The strap caught the eighteen-year-old higher than the other strokes across the fleshy part of her bottom. Pauline ignored the shouts and sobs and pleas that came from her neighbour’s daughter and took aim once more.

“Smack!”

A painful stroke caught Zofeya Caldwell in between right buttock and thigh. Miss Manson took aim for one final time, pausing until she was satisfied, before bringing the leather strap down with as much force as she could muster.

“Smack!”

It bit deep into the middle of Zofeya’s bottom and caused the girl to sway and struggle.

The retired teacher took a deep breath before laying the bloodied tan piece of leather down on the dining table beside Zofeya, who was crying and sobbing uncontrollably. The sixty-nine-year-old smiled at Aimee as she walked into the living room, returning moments later with her thirty-inch long senior dragon cane. She swished it several times through the air, laughing as she saw Aimee Connell’s shocked reaction.

Diane continued to hold her daughter’s wrists as she looked over at her older neighbour. She had become very aroused and her knickers were soaking wet from the thought of being punished and then pleasured by the older woman. Zofeya’s mum hoped that she could make her excuses to go next door that evening and go to bed with the deceptively attractive and very sexual, Pauline Manson.

“Now, girls. You will receive eighteen strokes of the cane across your bottoms to show you that I will not tolerate your drunken behaviour. Do I make myself clear, young ladies?” Diane smiled across at Aimee, who replied quietly.

“Yes. Ms. Caldwell.”

Zofeya took a few moments to compose herself before she raised her head and looked tearfully at her mother.

“Yes. Mummy. I’m sorry.” She buried her head in her arms once again.

Pauline Manson took up her stance at Zofeya’s left hand side and placed her left hand on her hip before beginning to tap the dense cane across Diane’s daughter’s bottom. Like Diane, she hoped that she could attend to her urges after this was all over, hopefully with the lovely young lady bent over before her.

“Eighteen strokes, Zofeya Caldwell. No need to count. Just take the caning.” Ms. Caldwell said softly.

She watched as Pauline raised the cane in the air, took aim against the bottom lying before her and brought it swinging through the air, landing across the dead centre of Zofeya’s bottom with a loud and satisfying,

“Thwack!”

Zofeya screamed and started crying once again. Miss Manson concentrated on completing the caning as quickly as she could. She wrapped out the next five strokes with very little time in between each stroke.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The ex-School Mistress paused and leaned in close, running her right hand across the eighteen-year-old’s sore and swollen buttocks. She exhaled heavily before re-taking her stance and delivering the next half dozen strokes, ignoring Zofeya’s sniffs, sobs and promises.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Once again, the experienced teacher paused and inspected the small but perfectly formed bottom lying bent over the table in front of her. Zofeya Caldwell’s buttocks were a mix of red and bright red shades and bruising had begun to appear on the lower part of her bottom and on the tops of the girl’s thighs. Once again, the older lady ran her right hand over the younger girl’s bottom. After a few moments, Pauline re-took her position at Zofeya’s left hand side and laid the cane out across her bottom, gently tapping it until she was satisfied where her final set of six strokes would land. She drew the cane back and wasted no time in concluding the dark-haired girl’s punishment.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Miss Manson laid the cane down on the table next to where Zofeya was crying and sobbing. Diane continued to hold her in place until she was satisfied that her daughter had calmed herself. Pauline spent a few moments running her hands over every inch of the eighteen-year-old’s bottom, trying to soothe her the best she could. Eventually, Diane stood up and released her grip on her daughter’s wrists. She stroked Zofeya’s dark hair gently and smiled.

“Up you get, sweetie. It’s all over.” The forty-seven-year-old watched as the girl slowly got to her feet, standing staring at her mother and rubbing her bottom.

“Now. You will never get in such a state ever again. Is that understood Zofeya Caldwell?” Diane continued.

Her daughter took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes and to rub her bottom some more before she replied.

“Yes Mummy. I understand. I am sorry.”

Ms. Caldwell smiled and looked at Pauline, who had picked up the strap once again.

“Go and stand where Aimee is, dear.” She turned her attention to the blonde-haired Aimee Connell.

“Aimee get yourself over here and bend over the table. Hips on the cushion and place your bottom as high as you can.” Diane instructed.

Eighteen-year-old Aimee Connell looked at her friend before doing as she had been instructed. She took a deep breath before she felt Zofeya’s mother take hold of her wrists in her hands and squeeze them tightly.

“Pauline. Over to you.” The forty-seven-year-old said.

Out of the girl’s sight, Miss Manson took up her position at Aimee’s left hand side and began to measure the strap out across the fleshy bottom that lay at her mercy.

The retired teacher remained silent as she drew the strap back over her right shoulder, pausing before bringing it whistling through the air a few moments later.

“Smack!”

The first stroke landed solidly across the centre of Aimee’s bottom. She showed little reaction. Pauline Manson hit nowhere near as hard as her dad had when she had received his belt for her unacceptable behaviour whilst at school. The blonde-haired girl took a deep breath and awaited the next stroke.

“Smack!”

Pauline landed the next stroke within millimetres of her previous one. Again, very little reaction from the blonde-haired eighteen-year-old. Within moments, her third stroke was on its way and soon hit home.

“Smack!”

Aimee exhaled heavily and focused on Diane’s blue and yellow patterned dress. Out of her sight, Miss Manson sent the fourth stroke on its way.

“Smack!”

The tan-coloured strap kissed Aimee Connell’s lower bottom. The girl bit her lip to stop herself from shouting out.

“Smack!”

Pauline landed her strap low down, in between buttock and thigh, but Aimee continued to take her punishment with as little fuss as possible. Behind her, Miss Manson had already returned the nasty piece of leather to her right shoulder, ready to administer the next stroke.

“Smack!”

Her left buttock received a hard and painful swipe with the thick school strap. Miss Manson paused and looked over at Zofeya, who was still wiping tears from her eyes and sniffing and sobbing loudly. Pauline smiled before returning the strap to her right shoulder.

“Smack!”

Aimee Connell swayed but soon resumed her position bent over the table.

“Smack!”

The retired School Mistress began to concentrate on the girl’s lower buttocks and thighs, catching her there with the next six strokes.

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

By this point, Zofeya’s friend’s resistance had been broken. She was crying and Diane knew it – the girl’s tears flowing freely onto her blue and yellow summer dress. She continued to hold her securely by the wrists as she watched the experienced ex-History Mistress lay out the final strokes as hard as she physically could.

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

Miss Manson bent down and leaned in close to Aimee’s bruised and sore bottom. It was bright red and the girl had a series of deep red marks where the strap had landed. Lower down, her lower buttocks and tops of her thighs were even darker, bruised and slightly swollen. Pauline smiled as she placed the strap on the table and picked up her cane. Mouthy Aimee Connell would certainly not be sitting comfortably for a few days after she had finished with her. She swished her cane through the air several times before taking up her position at the girl’s left hand side and tapping it gently against Aimee’s already bruised and hot bottom.

“Eighteen strokes you, naughty young lady. No need to count and no fuss please. We want to get this over with as quickly as we possibly can, don’t we?” Miss Manson adjusted her stance and waited for the girl to reply.

Eventually Zofeya’s friend raised her head slightly and sniffed.

“Yes. Miss. Thank you, Miss.”

Pauline Manson looked over at Diane, who simply nodded at her. Within seconds the first stroke landed across the centre of Aimee’s fleshy bottom, leaving a neat, thin red line.

“Thwack!”

The girl buried her head in her arms but showed little reaction. Ms. Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School had caned her harder than this. Pauline whipped out her next five strokes, leaving little time in between each one.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The sixty-nine-year-old retired teacher paused to inspect Aimee’s bottom. She smiled as she saw the six, thin red tram-lines that had been left by her dense dragon cane. She ran her right hand gently over the girl’s bottom, feeling the heat coming from Aimee’s buttocks. She resumed her position and unleashed the next half a dozen painful strokes in quick succession.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Again, Pauline paused and leaned in to inspect Zofeya’s friend’s bottom. It was incredibly warm to the touch and red and bruised in places. She had a collection of neat, tram-lines from where Miss Manson’s cane had kissed her bottom. Still, the girl had not been broken and had taken her caning exceptionally well. This made the older woman determined to cane her even harder for those last half a dozen strokes. Miss Manson resumed her position and raised her cane high in the air before bringing it down as hard as physically possible across the blonde-haired girl’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

Aimee screamed, but Pauline Manson already had the next stroke on its way.

“Thwack!”

Another scream but Diane held the girl’s wrists tightly and held her in position over the dining room table.

“Thwack!”

The crease in between buttock and thigh received a visit.

“Thwack!”

Again, Pauline targeted the eighteen-year-old’s lower buttocks and thighs.

“Thwack!”

A full-force stroke against Aimee Connell’s fleshy buttocks.

“Thwack!”

Pauline’s final stroke landed across the dead centre of the girl’s red and sore bottom. The retired School Mistress held and pressed her cane against the younger girl’s skin for a moment before pulling it away and then placing it down on the table, next to where the girl lay sobbing and crying. Diane Caldwell held onto her daughter’s friend for a few moments to allow the eighteen-year-old to calm herself. Eventually, Zofeya’s mum let the blonde-haired girl’s wrists go and stood up, looking down upon her. She continued to sniff and sob loudly, head down in her arms.

“Now. Girls. I hope that you have learned your lesson. I will not have you getting so drunk that you nearly got arrested. You were so lucky that it was Rachel who found you and brought you home. No more immature behaviour ladies. Do I make myself understood?” Ms. Caldwell looked first at Zofeya and then down at Aimee.

Pauline smiled as she listened to her younger neighbour scolding the girls in her best teacherly-tone.

“Yes. Mummy. I promise that I’ll be good from now on.” Zofeya replied softly, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and then looking over at Pauline.

Zofeya’s mum nodded at her daughter and then looked at Aimee, who had slowly got to her feet and was standing up straight, rubbing her burning bottom frantically with both hands.

“Yes. Ms. Caldwell. We’ll be good St. Katherine’s girls from now on.” She tried to flick her long, blonde-hair from her eyes.

Diane Caldwell smiled and walked over towards the hallway. She smiled over at Pauline Manson, who stood with her hands on her hips, watching Zofeya.

“I’ll go and get some cream and some wipes, and we’ll clean you up. I’ll then drop you off at home Aimee. Can you sort Zofeya out for me please, Pauline?” Ms. Caldwell left the room and headed upstairs to her bathroom where she opened the medical cupboard and brought out a couple of tubes of cream and a pack of anti-septic wipes. Once she had arrived back in the dining room, she handed a tube of cream over to Pauline and took out a few wipes which she placed in the older woman’s right hand.

“I’ll take her to her bedroom and sort out her bottom there if that’s okay dear?” Miss Manson said softly and smiled as Diane nodded back.

“Bedroom. Now. Young lady. Get yourself face down on your bed and I’ll soothe that naughty little bottom of yours.” Miss Manson smiled as she watched Diane’s daughter almost sprint towards the stairs in anticipation of being soothed by Pauline.

“Back over the table, you.” Diane Caldwell pointed with her tube of cream and watched as her daughter’s friend followed her instructions, sticking her bottom out as far as she could.

The forty-seven-year-old woman placed the tube of cream on the table and removed a couple of moist wipes from her pack before placing them back on the table. She spent a few moments covering Aimee’s red and sore bottom with the cool wipes, before crumpling them up in her hand and placing them on the table. Next, she picked up her tube of cream and squirted a handful into her right hand before flipping the cap of the tube closed and putting it back on the table. Diane then spent a few minutes rubbing the cream gently into her daughter’s friend’s bottom until she was satisfied.

“Stand up Aimee. Go and get your clothes and get dressed. I’ll drop you off home and maybe have a word with your mum.” She said softly as she watched the angry reaction spread across Aimee Connell’s face.

The girl remained silent and went and dressed in her bra, knickers, socks, tracksuit bottoms and t shirt. She slipped on her trainers and was soon standing in the living room, waiting for Diane. Zofeya’s mum busied herself by placing the used wipes in the kitchen bin and replaced the tube of cream in the bathroom. She paused on the landing and listened to Pauline dealing with her daughter. She smiled as she heard the older woman lovingly telling her eighteen-year-old daughter off for her poor behaviour. Ms. Caldwell smiled to herself as she walked down the stairs and returned to the living room where Aimee was waiting for her.

“Come on then, young lady. I’ll take you home.” Diane picked up her car keys from the sideboard and headed for the front door.

Zofeya’s mum opened the front door and allowed her daughter’s friend out before closing the door behind her and walking to her car, which she unlocked.

The five-minute journey was spent in silence and on her arrival home, Aimee was disappointed to find that her mother, Joanne, was at home. She looked disapprovingly at her daughter before turning her attention to Diane. She smiled at the woman with the shoulder-length dark hair.

“Go to your room, Aimee and stay there until I tell you.” She smiled as her daughter obeyed her instructions.

As Aimee headed to the stairs her younger sister, Chloe, came out of the living room.

“Ha ha! Aimee got her bottom smacked!” The younger girl mocked.

The eighteen-year-old was just about to respond when Joanne Connell turned around and faced them both.

“I said up those stairs Aimee!” She snapped and watched her eldest daughter run up the stairs to her bedroom.

She then turned her attention to her younger daughter.

“And you had better go to your room too, unless you want to have your bottom smacked, Madam!” Joanne smiled at Diane as Chloe Connell quickly followed her mother’s instructions.

“Won’t you come in and we can have a chat and a cup of tea, Diane?” The small, blonde-haired lady continued to smile.

“Thank you.” Diane replied, stepping inside and walking down the hallway.

At the same time that her mother was sitting down with Mrs. Connell, Zofeya was lying face down on her double bed having her red and sore bottom lovingly massaged with cooling cream by Pauline. The older woman covered every inch of the small bottom and spent an age rubbing the soothing gel into the eighteen-year-old’s sore bottom. After a few minutes, Miss Manson’s hands began to wander and she was encouraged by Zofeya, who willingly spread her legs wide, allowing Pauline to see her vagina. It was wet to the touch.

“How long will your mum be gone for, dear?” The retired teacher asked softly.

The eighteen-year-old shifted around on her bed and began to gasp as her neighbour’s fingers began to explore deeper and deeper inside the girl’s pussy.

“She’ll be gone at least twenty minutes – longer if Joanne gets talking.” Zofeya Caldwell laughed and began to squirm on her bed as Pauline’s fingers began to touch her in all the right places.

“You are such a naughty girl, Zofeya.” Pauline Manson purred as she began to slowly massage the girl’s clit.

Diane’s daughter grabbed her pillow and placed it gently over her face. She was breathing heavily and as Miss Manson continued to work her fingers backwards and forwards, touching her clit, her moans with pleasure became louder and louder. Within minutes she came loudly holding onto her pillow for all she was worth. The retired School Mistress continued rubbing her fingers inside Zofeya’s vagina, making the girl orgasm twice more before she stopped and placed her hands on Diane’s daughter’s back.

“Would you like me to suck your breasts, sweetie?” Miss Manson asked almost in a whisper and smiled as Zofeya quickly flipped herself over until she was lying on her back.

The sixty-nine-year-old leaned over and began licking and gently kissing Zofeya Caldwell’s sizeable, and perfectly formed, breasts. The mature woman soon began delicately biting the young girl’s nipples, whilst simultaneously touching her vagina. Diane’s daughter began to claw at Pauline’s navy, short-sleeved blouse and the retired teacher sat up and quickly unbuttoned and removed it, taking her bra off at the same time.

“Miss. Please take your skirt and knickers off too.” Zofeya smiled.

Pauline Manson thought to herself for a moment, but soon found herself kicking off her shoes before removing her long, blue and white silky skirt and white knickers. Within moments, Zofeya Caldwell had her fingers inside the older woman’s vagina and was working away frantically trying to bring her to orgasm. She played with Pauline’s small breasts and gasped as her neighbour’s hands massaged her still warm bottom. After a while, Pauline came, shaking violently as she did so.

The two women collapsed on the bed and held one another for a few moments. Miss Manson was aware that Diane was almost certainly on her way back and so she hurried to dress. Within five minutes, Zofeya and herself were both back in the living room and she was watching as the younger woman dressed in her shorts and t shirt. They had been sitting on the sofa for a few minutes when Diane arrived home.

Later that evening, Diane made her way next door and had a cup of tea with Pauline. She told the older woman how much she had enjoyed spanking and punishing Aimee Connell. Miss Manson had complimented the forty-seven-year-old on how well she had punished the girl for a first timer. Zofeya’s mum had then made her way upstairs where Pauline Manson had administered a hard, no nonsense hand spanking and twelve full-force swats with her American-style holed wooden paddle to Diane’s bottom.

Pauline once again, had found her navy blue blouse, bra, patterned skirt and knickers on her bedroom floor as Diane had taken her to bed and kissed and sucked her all over, smiling as the older woman came noisily. Miss Manson had returned the favour, licking Diane between her legs and kissing and sucking on her small breasts before slowly and gently bringing the younger woman to orgasm.

Zofeya Caldwell and Aimee Connell started University the following month and immediately felt at home there. Diane and Pauline found that they had much more time and many more opportunities to have uninterrupted “cups of tea” at Pauline’s house. Diane Caldwell had finally found happiness and enjoyed the frequent punishments she received from the retired School Mistress, mainly for her confessions that she had masturbated again at the thought of seeing her.