Miss Manson's Memories: That First After School Punishment free porn video

“Lucy Cardwell.” Pauline Manson smiled to herself as she sat in her armchair by the fire on that dark, cold, winter’s afternoon in January.

That was the name of the tall, slim girl with the long, flowing black hair that she had been thinking about that day.

She involuntarily shuffled around on her comfortable chair, feeling a twinge of excitement as she thought back to 1971. It had been her probationary year as a young teacher and she had met the lovely Lucy Cardwell, who had been the first girl who she had spanked.

Sweet and quiet Lucy had been in her first Form class and had never caused her any issues or trouble during the near two years when the young History Mistress had been her Form Mistress. Like most of the members of the class, they were relieved to have a new teacher as their Form Mistress, as opposed to one of the more experienced teachers at Riverside Comp. They would know the rules and would punish accordingly. A new, young, innocent teacher would be easier to get around and they certainly did push their luck with the quietly spoken and kindly History teacher. That was until that day, early in the Spring term, when Lucy’s continued low-level poor behaviour ensured that a note found its way onto Pauline’s desk.

At the school, it was the responsibility of the Form teacher to deal with low-level acts of poor behaviour and attitude, but as Pauline was just finding her feet, the vast majority of the other members of staff took it upon themselves to deal with any members of Miss Manson’s Form class who had misbehaved for them. That was until Lucy Cardwell had failed to bring her PE kit for the fourth time that school year. Her PE Mistress, Miss Benson, normally the kind of teacher who would wallop her girls with the plimsoll without giving it a second thought and who had already given Lucy three full-force doses with her large canvas plimsoll, decided to send a note to the girl’s Form Mistress, requesting that the new teacher deal with the dark-haired girl’s behaviour instead.

Pauline smiled as she recalled her shock at reading the note, remembering exactly what it had said, and having to then place the lovely Lucy in an after-school detention for her repeated failure to do PE.

“I expect Miss Cardwell to be given lines – which she will present to me first thing the following morning.”

Miss Manson unintentionally reached for the top two buttons of her navy cotton blouse and undid them.

“In addition. As Lucy is a repeat offender – this is her fourth instance of failing to have her PE kit this school year – I expect a suitable dose of corporal punishment to be administered across her bottom.”

Pauline Manson licked her lips as she recalled the times she had taken misbehaving students – more female than male – across her knee and smacked their bottoms over their underwear with her small right hand and her weapon of choice - a small, round-headed, tan-coloured leather paddle that she had been given on her first day at Riverside Comp by the formidable Head Mistress, Mrs. Handley. She remembered how tall, slim eighteen-year-old Sixth Former, Lucy Cardwell had shown hardly any reaction when she had been confronted after morning registration and had the after-school detention for the following afternoon recorded in her notebook by a clearly disappointed, and slightly reluctant, Pauline.

In fact, Miss Manson had an impression that sweet and innocent-looking Lucy had actually smiled and accepted her detention, and the dose of corporal punishment that came with it, far too readily.

At 3.50 pm the following day, Pauline had dismissed her year Thirteen class, which included Lucy Cardwell, and was left alone with the quiet, dark-haired girl, who was sat near the back of her long classroom. Pauline had taken a few moments to collect in the students’ work and the textbooks they had been using, placing them on the desk at the front of the row in her long classroom. She had then looked at Lucy, who was sitting behind her desk in the middle of the row next to the window. The girl did not look worried or concerned that she had been given a detention, or that she would also receive a dose of corporal punishment from Pauline as a consequence of her poor attitude towards her studies.

The young History Mistress shook her head and took a sheet of paper from her desk. The dark-haired young teacher picked up her pen and scribbled the statement that Miss Benson, the PE Mistress had given to Pauline for the girl to copy out.

“I will always come equipped for PE lessons, or I will be severely punished.”

Miss Manson smiled as she read the statement herself, before standing up and walking over to where Lucy was sitting. She placed the sheet of paper down on the girl’s desk and stood looking down at the eighteen-year-old who was sat there, black blazer on the back of her chair. She wore a short-sleeved white cotton school blouse which was extremely tight-fitting around her large, well-formed and prominent breasts. Her navy and blue striped school tie ran neatly down the centre of her breasts. As with almost all the girls in her form class, Lucy Cardwell wore a grey pleated school skirt, which they tried to wear as short as they dared. The eighteen-year-old’s was so short that it may as well have been a belt and this revealed her long, shapely bare legs under her desk.

As Pauline Manson stood there in her red woollen cardigan, white blouse and knee-length black skirt with her arms folded across her chest, she couldn’t help but notice how attractive Lucy, with her flowing black hair, was.

“I must admit that I am shocked and disappointed that it has come to this, Lucy.” Pauline tried to sound stern but failed miserably.

The dark-haired girl showed absolutely no remorse. No looking down at her desk in shame. No avoiding Pauline’s gaze. In fact, Lucy Cardwell was staring at her young Form Mistress with a smile on her pretty face.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Lucy?” Miss Manson asked softly.

The tall, dark-haired Sixth Form girl simply shook her head and continued to stare at her History Mistress.

“No Miss. I don’t mind the detention.” She replied defiantly.

“Hmmm.” Pauline Manson shook her head.

“Or the spanking, Miss,” Lucy added quickly.

Miss Manson took a step backwards and thought about how to proceed.

“I am so disappointed Lucy. You’ll be the first member of my form class that I’ve had to punish in this way, and you don’t seem to care.” The young teacher spoke softly.

Lucy Cardwell simply shrugged her shoulders.

“Very well. I know from your behaviour record that you’re no stranger to what happens in detention – so I will give you the choice, young lady.” Pauline paused and pulled her red cardigan around her tightly and held it closed.

“Miss Benson’s lines or your spanking first?” The twenty-two-year-old teacher asked, almost embarrassingly.

She couldn’t believe that she was going to have to punish any of her students in such a way or that Lucy Cardwell, who was a quiet and studious girl, would be her very first ever spanking. She suddenly felt how warm and damp she was between her legs and shuffled around on her flat heels as she stood looking down at Lucy.

“I don’t mind, Miss. I’ll let you decide.” Lucy lowered her head and looked down at her desk.

She, like Miss Manson, was so damp between the legs that she just wanted to take her fingers and masturbate right there and then.

Pauline Manson licked her lips and nodded.

“I think we’ll start with two sides of lines for Miss Benson and then we’ll get the unpleasant part of all of this done afterwards. Two sides young lady and you will then present them to Miss Benson in her office first thing tomorrow morning. Do you understand, Lucy?” Pauline spoke softly and pointed at the piece of paper that she had placed on the girl’s desk.

Lucy Cardwell nodded and picked up her pen from the groove in the top of her wooden school desk.

“Yes Miss.” The girl with the long black hair replied and pulled the paper closer before she stopped and paused.

Lucy thought to herself before opening her mouth.

“Miss, can I ask you something?” She asked softly.

Miss Manson was still standing facing her across the desk, arms folded across her chest. She nodded at the eighteen-year-old.

“Yes, young lady.” She replied as she stared at the attractive, year thirteen girl.

“Have you ever punished anyone before?” Lucy smiled as she sucked on the top of her pen.

Pauline Manson tried to maintain her stern expression, but it was no good. The members of her form class knew she was a new teacher, and the likelihood was that she had never had a naughty student across her knee ever before.

That was Lucy Cardwell’s hope. She had been spanked and slippered by the powerfully-built PE Mistress, Miss Benson, with her shovel-like hands on several occasions during her time at the school, as well as by her Head of House, Mrs. Barnes, for various infractions of school rules. Lucy had also suffered a full hour’s detention with the Deputy Head Mistress, Mrs. Lawrence, who had hand spanked her across her bare bottom before giving her a dose of the school strap and her only taste of the cane. This had been embarrassing, but the girl’s punishment had been made worse as it was witnessed by the three other girls in detention before they, too, had their punishment witnessed by the others in detention that evening.

Miss Manson’s stern expression changed to one of shock at the question, but she decided to answer honestly.

“Well, you are my first, Lucy, and I had hoped to avoid having to do this to anyone, but I have witnessed the Head Mistress as well as Mrs. Lawrence on several occasions punishing naughty boys and girls in their offices.”

Pauline could feel the dampness in her knickers and decided to go and sit down behind her desk.

“You had better get on with your lines, young lady. Both sides.” She snapped sharply and turned and returned to her desk at the front of the classroom.

Pauline Manson sat on her padded chair and tried to take her mind off what was to come by tidying the books and papers that were strewn all over her desk. She shot Lucy Cardwell the occasional glance and smiled as the girl did not notice her looking at her, instead concentrating totally on writing, “I will always come equipped for PE lessons, or I will be severely punished.”

Lucy wrote as quickly as she physically could. The way she thought about things was that if she got the lines done as quickly as possible, then hopefully the more time she would spend over the young History Mistress’ knees.

“I wonder if she’s a feeler?” The eighteen-year-old thought as she flipped the page over and began on the final set of lines.

Once Miss Manson had tidied her desk, she opened the bottom left-hand drawer in her desk and took out her small, round-headed, tan-coloured leather spanking paddle and placed it on a space on her desk. She closed the drawer in her desk and sat watching the tall Sixth Form girl writing her lines. As she contemplated what was going to happen, Pauline could feel how damp her cotton knickers were and desperately fought the urge to slip her hands up her skirt, under her knickers and into her pussy to relieve herself. The young teacher smiled as she watched Lucy place her pen down on the desk as noisily as she could.

“Are you finished, Lucy?” Pauline asked softly.

The attractive eighteen-year-old nodded.

“Yes Miss.” She replied, pushing her chair back as she did so.

“Both sides, young lady?” Miss Manson added.

Again, Lucy Cardwell nodded, before picking up the sheet of paper in both hands and holding it up for her teacher to see.

“Yes Miss.” The girl replied sarcastically.

Pauline Manson sighed heavily and reluctantly got up from her chair. She adjusted her black knee-length skirt, then she ran her hands down the front of her white blouse before finally adjusting her red cardigan, smiling as she pushed the sleeves up. The young History Mistress then pulled her chair into the space between her desk and the front of the classroom and looked at the dark-haired girl who was sitting behind the desk.

“Bring them here Lucy and let me have a look at them.” She said as she sat on the chair.

Lucy Cardwell was immediately on her feet and almost skipped to the front of the classroom. Within seconds the young woman was standing at Pauline’s right-hand side, holding the sheet of paper out for her teacher.

Miss Manson took it in her small right hand and quickly looked at what the girl had written. It looked correct, so she reached over and placed it on her desk beside her. She placed both hands flat on her lap and looked up at Lucy. Pauline knew that they were both aroused. The young woman was very attractive, and she really did not want to have to punish her. However, there was no other option for so many reasons. She had to do it whether she wanted to or not.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself before I smack your bottom, young lady?”

Lucy Cardwell giggled.

Miss Manson stared at her sternly.

“No Miss. I want my bottom smacked. Why do you think I misbehaved?” She smiled sweetly as she stood facing Pauline with her hands held in front of her.

The young, dark-haired teacher shook her head and looked up at the girl.

“You want your bottom smacked?” The twenty-two-year-old teacher asked. Surprised.

Lucy Cardwell reached behind her head with her right hand and made sure that her long dark hair was running down her back.

“Yes please, Miss. I really want you to smack my bottom hard.” She smiled and licked her lips.

Pauline Manson shook her head. She really was unsure now. Should she punish this girl just because she wanted to be punished? Perhaps she should send this matter to Lucy’s Head of House or even the Deputy Head Mistress to deal with. However, as she sat on the padded chair she could feel how turned on she was. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been so aroused. The fact that the thought of having the young lady over her knee and smacking her small bottom was turning her on so much made her mind up.

“Very well, young lady. I assume that you are no stranger to being smacked over your teachers’ knees, so put yourself over my lap Lucy. Hands on the floor in front of you, feet touching the floor and open your legs slightly.” Pauline spoke softly, moving her hands from her lap as she did so.

“Thank you, Miss.” Lucy Cardwell replied as she stepped closer to her Form Mistress.

Lucy reached over Pauline’s knee and soon found herself with her hands flat on the wooden floor in front of her. Her toes touched the floor behind her, and she had spread her legs. The eighteen-year-old could smell her teacher’s discreet perfume and scent and the Sixth Form girl intentionally pushed her crotch into Pauline Manson’s lap.

The young teacher with the short dark hair placed her left-hand flat on Lucy’s back. Her right hand immediately rested on the girl’s bottom which was still covered by her grey pleated school skirt. She sat with the tall Sixth Former across her lap for a few moments, not saying a word and contemplating what she was going to do. She felt hot Lucy Cardwell was and smiled as the dark-haired girl continued to push her crotch into Pauline’s black skirt.

“Now young lady. I’m going to start over your skirt, then across your underwear and then, to finish off, I’m going to give you a good dose with my paddle.” Miss Manson explained quietly.

She smiled as she looked down at the back of Lucy’s head. Her long hair had fallen down, and the eighteen-year-old’s head was moving as she nodded to signal that she understood.

“I don’t want any fuss, Lucy otherwise I shall have to tell Mrs. Barnes, Mrs. Lawrence and Miss Benson, won’t I?” Pauline unintentionally gave Lucy Cardwell’s small bottom a rub.

The young Sixth Form girl exhaled loudly.

“No Miss. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She purred.

Miss Manson shuffled around on her seat in an attempt to calm herself and also to get comfortable with the eighteen-year-old girl lying over her lap.

“I hope so, young lady. I really do not want to have to do this to you.” The twenty-two-year-old teacher thought about where to land her first smack.

“Just smack my bottom hard, Miss. Please. You can even do it on my bare bottom if you like Miss.” The young woman gasped.

“Miss Benson always smacks us on our bare bottoms, so I wouldn’t tell.” She added.

Pauline Manson was shocked and although she did not intend to start Lucy’s punishment right then, found her right hand being lifted from the girl’s skirt and connecting a moment later across the centre of Lucy’s small bottom.

“Slap!”

The flat palm of Pauline’s small right hand landed the sound it made being muffled by the girl’s skirt.

“Be quiet, young lady!” Miss Manson hissed in annoyance.

Lucy Cardwell giggled. A little due to nerves, not knowing what was coming her way, but also because she knew that she had finally got her way and was going to be spanked by her plain-looking Form Mistress. The young woman closed her eyes and settled in for her punishment. Her detention was for one hour and she had at least twenty-five minutes of spanking to look forward to. Lucy Cardwell pushed herself into Pauline’s covered lap, feeling her teacher’s left hand pushing down solidly on her lower back as she did so.

“I’m disgusted at you Lucy Cardwell.” Miss Manson scolded.

“If you wish to be spanked, then a spanking you most definitely will receive!” She added.

“Ooh, yes please, Miss. Smack me so hard it hurts!” Lucy spat out before laughing.

The young History Mistress sighed loudly and raised her small right hand in the air once more, pausing for a moment before bringing it down across the girl’s skirt once more.

“Slap!”

“You bad, bad, girl.” Pauline tried to sound angry but failed miserably.

The eighteen-year-old Sixth former shuffled around on Pauline Manson’s lap and the History Mistress found that she had to push down with her left hand on the girl’s lower back. This pushed Lucy’s bottom up and Pauline smiled as she decided to push on with the punishment.

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

The young teacher smacked Lucy Cardwell alternately across her right, then her left, bum cheek, the sound Pauline’s hand made as it connected being muffled by Lucy’s grey school skirt.

Lucy Cardwell closed her eyes and thought about Pauline, as the young teacher’s small right hand continued to land across her bottom at regular intervals. It was nowhere near as hard as she had experienced before, and she knew that she was aroused. She pushed her crotch deeper into Miss Manson’s lap, the teacher’s small hand continuing to connect with her covered bottom.

After about five or so minutes, the young History Mistress paused and placed her right-hand flat on Lucy’s skirt. Her hand was warm, and she could feel that the eighteen-year-old’s bottom was also warm, as she felt the heat through her grey skirt.

“Now young lady. As I promised you earlier, the spanking will continue on your knickers. Lift your hips for me.” Miss Manson spoke softly as she moved her hands out of the way.

The young, dark-haired girl obeyed almost immediately and held herself up as the young teacher carefully lifted her skirt and folded it out of the way, revealing her tight-fitting white cotton school knickers. Once her skirt was out of the way, Lucy lowered herself back into Pauline’s lap, deliberately pushing herself against the woman’s short black skirt.

“I’m going to smack you over your knickers Lucy and then we’ll give you a paddling for your bad behaviour. Do you understand, young lady?” Miss Manson adjusted the sleeves of her cardigan and looked down at Lucy Cardwell’s long black hair that had fallen down over her face.

“Yes Miss. Please, can you smack me harder?” She replied quietly, opening her legs slightly as she did so.

“Do you say those kind of things to Miss Benson or Mrs. Lawrence, Lucy?” Miss Manson asked as she raised her right hand in the air.

Lucy Cardwell giggled.

“I do Miss. I love being spanked, although Mrs. Lawrence tends to go a little too hard at times or just resorts to caning me and Miss Benson just takes my knickers down and takes a run-up before whacking me with her bloody plimsoll!”

Pauline placed her left-hand flat on Lucy’s lower back and resumed her spanking, slowly and deliberately smacking every inch of the lovely little bottom lying over her knees in front of her.

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

After about five minutes or so, Pauline Manson paused to inspect her handiwork. Her own hand was warm, and she could feel through the material of Lucy’s knickers that the girl’s bottom was warm to the touch too. The eighteen-year-old’s thighs also showed the signs of having being slapped. Lucy’s pale skin was a deep pink in places where Miss Manson’s right hand had connected with them. The girl with the long black hair had shown hardly any reaction to the prolonged and intense spanking, and if she showed any reaction, it seemed to be one of enjoying her punishment.

Pauline decided to continue and over the next five or so minutes continued spanking the girl with her right hand, slowly and as hard as she physically could, making sure that she landed her smacks equally against Lucy’s small left and right buttocks.

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

Lucy Cardwell said almost nothing as her Form Mistress smacked her bottom, instead pushing her crotch against Pauline’s black skirt, which had risen up, revealing her bare thighs. As the young History Mistress brought her right hand down again and again against the eighteen-year-old’s small bottom she tried to judge whether her first ever punishment was having any effect on the dark-haired girl. Feeling as though her hand spanking had not even registered with the tall Sixth Form girl, Miss Manson paused and placed both of her hands flat on Lucy’s back and looked down at the back of the girl’s head.

“Learning your lesson, young lady?” Pauline asked softly.

It took the girl a few moments to reply. She turned her head to her left and looked up at her teacher and smiled.

“No Miss. I need to be spanked harder. Please.” She licked her lips and returned her attention to the floor in front of her.

Pauline Manson shook her head and reached across her desk where she picked up her small, round-headed, tan-coloured leather paddle. She contemplated it in her hand for a few moments before gently laying it across Lucy Cardwell’s small, covered bottom.

“Very well, young lady. I will paddle you on your bottom and see if that gets my message through to you.” The young History Mistress scolded and sighed heavily.

Using what she had seen the other teachers do, Pauline slipped her left arm under Lucy’s slim waist and used her strength to pull the eighteen-year-old into her blouse and skirt. Once she was satisfied that the girl was secured, Miss Manson laid the small paddle against Lucy Cardwell’s knickers, deliberately aiming for her right bum cheek.

“I’m going to paddle you Lucy and see if that teaches you the lesson that you so badly seem to need.” She spoke quietly, lifting the paddle in her right hand as she did so.

“Thank you Miss. Spank me hard for being such a bad, bad girl!” The young lady said before starting to laugh.

“Smack!”

The small, tan-coloured paddle landed flat across the girl’s white cotton knickers, the sound it made muffled by Lucy’s school underwear.

Again, very little reaction.

“Smack!”

Pauline Manson brought her paddle down against the eighteen-year-old’s left buttock.

Again, hardly any reaction, except for the Sixth Former moving around on Pauline’s lap, pushing herself against her teacher’s bare thighs.

“Naughty girl.” Miss Manson whispered before delivering her next swipe with her paddle.

“Smack!”

Pauline Manson spent the next ten minutes slowly and carefully spanking Lucy’s small bottom with her paddle. The young, dark-haired girl showed very little reaction, but the young teacher knew that Lucy Cardwell’s bottom was hot to the touch. She also knew that the girl was aroused – as was she. Eventually, after about another dozen smacks with the paddle, Pauline stopped and brought her left arm out from under the girl’s waist, placing it on her white school blouse. Miss Manson placed her right hand, in which she still held her paddle, on Lucy’s lower back and waited. She tried to listen for sobs and sniffs, but there weren’t any. Disappointed, the twenty-two-year-old teacher sat back in her chair.

“Right Lucy. That’s enough. Get up. Sort your appearance out and get yourself to the toilet where you can sort your uniform out before I’ll dismiss you.” Miss Manson moved her hands from the girl’s back and watched as Lucy Cardwell slowly and carefully got to her feet.

Pauline instantly felt the dampness as the dark-haired girl got up from her lap and stood there, looking down on her teacher.

“Thank you Miss.” Lucy smiled as she pulled her skirt down and tried to straighten her school tie, walking across the classroom to take her blazer from the back of her chair.

Once the eighteen-year-old had left the classroom to go and clean herself up, Pauline returned her paddle to the drawer in her desk and replaced her chair behind her teacher’s desk. She then sorted out her handbag and the bag in which she placed that evening’s marking and waited for Lucy Cardwell to return. The young History Mistress shook her head as she could hear the sounds of punishment coming from other classrooms on the corridor and tried to take her mind away from the fact that she was wet between her legs.

After about ten minutes, Lucy returned, her appearance immaculate once more and with a glow in her cheeks. Although Pauline would have never thought about what the girl had been doing in the girl’s bathroom, Lucy Cardwell had masturbated hard in one of the cubicles, bringing herself to two very satisfying orgasms at the thought of being smacked on her bottom by her very plain-looking, young Form Mistress. The tall, slim, dark-haired Sixth Form girl looked lovingly at the shorter, older woman, hoping that she would give her a hug and a kiss to show her that she had been forgiven for her poor behaviour, but was too unsure whether to push things herself with her teacher.

Pauline Manson really wanted to take the sweet young lady in her arms and cuddle her. She really had not wanted to smack her bottom in the first place and felt guilty about the punishment she had administered across Lucy’s small bottom. However, she had simply scolded the tall, dark-haired girl before handing her the piece of paper on which Lucy had written her lines for Miss Benson. Once the young teacher had reminded the Sixth Former to deliver them to her PE Mistress first thing the following morning, she had dismissed the girl and had stood watching Lucy leaving her classroom before grabbing her handbag and marking and making her way to her car.

The young History Mistress only lived a short drive from the school and was home within ten minutes. She took her bags before she locked her car and opened the front door to the shared house in which she had a room. None of the others would be home until late that evening, so, once Pauline had closed and locked the front door behind her, she headed straight upstairs to her bedroom, where she threw her bags onto the floor and locked the door behind her. The twenty-two-year-old wasted no time in removing her coat and cardigan, which she simply threw onto the floor. Next, she slipped off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, which she allowed to slip down before she stepped out of it.

Pauline walked over to her bed and lay on her back, reaching down to slip out of her white cotton knickers, which she kicked onto the bedroom floor. Finally, she unbuttoned her short-sleeved blouse and immediately slipped the fingers on her right hand inside her wet pussy, quickly bringing herself to orgasm. She repeated this three more times until she was satisfied and lay back on her bed until she had calmed down.

Lucy Cardwell’s spanking had simply been the start of things for Pauline.

Lucy had told her friends – both those in her Form class as well as others in her year group – about her detention with Miss Manson. It had opened the floodgates as members of Pauline’s Form class had deliberately got themselves a detention with her to experience what Lucy Cardwell had. In those final months of her first year, Pauline Manson had punished seven girls and three boys from her Form class for various acts of misbehaviour. Lucy Cardwell had been a regular visitor too, being taken over Miss Manson’s lap at least once every three weeks for various breaches of school rules.

Pauline Manson had found herself becoming aroused as soon as she had taken a student over her knees for their punishment and had masturbated constantly at home afterwards at the thought of what she had done at work that day.

The retired teacher was shocked awake from her daydream by the phone ringing in the hallway. She smiled at the thought of punishment and wondered about Lucy Cardwell.

“I wonder how she turned out?” Pauline thought to herself as she got up from her chair.