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It had been a week since Diane Caldwell’s adopted daughter, Zofeya had been spanked by their neighbour Pauline Manson for her poor behaviour and attitude. Initially, Diane had felt uneasy about asking the retired School Mistress to administer corporal punishment to her eighteen-year-old daughter, but she admitted that she had been fascinated as she watched the older woman use her hand and implements to teach Zofeya a lesson.

Her daughter’s behaviour had improved immediately, and she had started to help her mother with the household chores and speak to Diane in the well-mannered and polite way that she had done before those last six months or so, where the sixth form student had started to give her mother attitude and cheek. Diane hoped to herself that the prolonged dose of corporal punishment and the embarrassment that her daughter had felt at having her underwear taken down and smacked on her bare bottom by Pauline Manson would ensure that her beautiful, dark-haired daughter would remember to treat people with respect in future.

Diane Caldwell had allowed Zofeya to go on holiday to Tenerife with her group of friends from St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, and they had arrived safely, her daughter texting her to say that they had arrived safely, two days previously. Then the daily text to inform her mother that all was well. The forty-seven-year-old began to relax and returned her thoughts to their neighbour, Miss Pauline Manson.

Zofeya’s mother had texted her neighbour to thank her for spanking the girl and she began to think more and more about being spanked by the quiet and unassuming sixty-nine-year-old woman herself. They had chatted for a while on Pauline’s driveway the previous day and the older woman had invited Diane to her house the following evening for a cup of tea and a chat. Ms. Caldwell had made her mind up. She would use this opportunity to ask her older neighbour to give her an introduction to having her own bottom spanked.

Diane had baked a cake and smiled as she carefully placed it in a tin. She busied herself by placing everything in the dishwasher and then heading upstairs to get herself ready. She showered and fixed her shoulder-length brown hair. Next she applied some discreet make-up before opening her wardrobe, smiling as she pulled out the clothes she was looking for. She pulled on a pair of white cotton knickers and sat on her bed while she slipped on a pair of dark tights. Next, she carefully put on her white bra, fastening it carefully. She ran her hands across her small, but prominent breasts and down her body, finally ending as she touched her knickers.

Zofeya’s mum unbuttoned the short-sleeved white blouse and took it off the hanger before slowly putting it on and fastening the buttons. Finally, she picked up the knee-length black skirt and took it from its hanger, carefully stepping into it and zipping it at the back. She was almost ready. After clearing everything away in her bedroom, she walked next door into her daughter’s bedroom and opened her wardrobe, searching through the large collection of clothes until she found what she was looking for. Her daughter’s St. Katherine’s Girls’ School tie.

She placed this in her hand and closed the wardrobe doors. Diane headed downstairs and into the living room where she placed the tie in her handbag, along with her mobile phone. Next, Diane Caldwell walked into the kitchen and placed the lid on her cake tin. She picked it up in her left hand and walked back to the living room where she placed her handbag over her right shoulder. The forty-seven-year-old paused and smiled for a moment before heading out into the hallway. She opened the front door and stepped out into the warm and bright summer evening. Diane locked the door behind her with her key and walked the short distance next door.

Once she was standing on Pauline’s doorstep, she pressed the doorbell with her right index finger and smiled as the bell chimed loudly around her neighbour’s home. A few moments later, Zofeya’s mum saw a figure through the frosted glass panel in the centre of the door. Diane’s smile widened as she heard the woman place a key in the lock and moments later, the front door was open, and she was standing face-to-face with Pauline. The older lady smiled back, shading her eyes from the sun that was slowly beginning to set.

“Hello Diane. How are you? Won’t you come on in?” She asked softly, taking a few steps back and waiting as the younger woman stepped inside her house.

“I’m good thank you. I’ve brought you something to say thank you for dealing with Zofeya last week.” Ms. Caldwell looked down at the cake tin that she was holding in her left hand.

Once inside, Diane walked past Pauline and waited as the older woman locked her front door.

“Let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll make some tea. There really was no need to bring me anything dear. I didn’t mind teaching her some manners.” She headed past Diane, before turning and adding,

“I trust that she is still behaving herself?” Miss Manson smiled.

Ms. Caldwell followed the older woman into her kitchen before replying.

“Impeccably. She’s helping around the house, will do what I ask her to do. It’s so lovely to have the sweet and kind Zofeya back instead of the nasty, selfish Zofeya who has been living under my roof for the past six months or so.” She placed the cake tin down on the kitchen worktop.

“Yes. She was polite to me when I saw her, just before she went off on her holiday.” Pauline Manson busied herself making the tea and the women stood in the kitchen in silence until she had poured the tea and cut two slices of cake.

“Let’s go and sit down and have a chat, dear.” The retired teacher handed a cup and a plate to Zofeya’s mum and they made their way into the living room.

Pauline placed her cup and plate on her coffee table and sat in her armchair and smiled as she watched the younger woman set her cup and plate down and take a seat on the sofa. Diane took her handbag from her shoulder and set it on the floor next to her right foot.

“So, how are things with you, Diane. Still busy at work?” Miss Manson leaned across so that she was inches away from her neighbour.

“As always but I’ve managed to take a few days off so I can have some time on my own while Zofeya is away. I just need to relax.” She smiled as she reached across and picked up her plate.

The two ladies chatted for a while as they drank their tea and ate their pieces of cake before Diane Caldwell decided to change the subject of conversation.

“Pauline. I was wondering if I could ask you another favour.”

Miss Manson smiled and nodded.

“Sure. What can I do for you, dear?” She shuffled on her seat, so she was close to the younger woman.

Diane sat for a few moments thinking about how best to approach the subject before deciding just to go for it.

“Well, I was so fascinated by the way you dealt with Zofeya last week I have thought about little else since then and was wondering if you might consider giving me a spanking too so that I can find out what it feels like.” She looked down at her black shoes.

The retired School Mistress took a deep breath and thought to herself for a few moments. Diane Caldwell was a very attractive lady and she had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed spanking the woman’s daughter. The interest she had in spanking had certainly not gone away and being able to punish the eighteen-year-old that previous week, had reawakened her interest in dishing out corporal punishment. The thought of administering another spanking really tuned Pauline on and she became hot, so much so, that she unbuttoned the second button down on her pink, short-sleeved blouse before answering Diane.

“Were you never spanked at school, dear. You went to St. Katherine’s too, didn’t you?” She smiled as Diane raised her head.

“I only ever got spanked once – by my Form Mistress, Miss Haldane, for being late to class. She only smacked me over my skirt, and it was really light. I don’t think she wanted to do it and stopped really quickly and then sent me on my way. I’ve never really been spanked but seeing what you did last week made me want to find out what it is like to get a proper punishment.” She smiled as she bent down and brought her daughter’s tie out of her handbag.

The retired teacher smiled as she saw the school tie and realised that her younger neighbour had this all worked out. She wanted to be spanked and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I see. That’s quite an achievement – I mean only being spanked once, at St. Katherine’s. From what I know, they are encouraged not to spare the rod.” Miss Manson licked her lips.

“I was a good girl. Plus, I had witnessed quite a few spankings and canings in class and remembered the tears of the girls who got punished in front of us. I didn’t want that to be me.” Diane played with the tie in her hands.

“So, you want me to introduce you to a typical kind of school punishment then?” Pauline placed her hands in her black knee-length skirt and stared at Diane.

The younger lady eagerly nodded back at her.

“Not like what Zofeya got, but just an introduction to help me understand what it feels like.” Ms. Caldwell smiled.

Pauline Manson took a deep breath and thought to herself before answering.

“Okay. I guess I could give you a hand spanking on your bottom and maybe use a couple of my implements on you to show you how we would have dealt with a naughty girl. Only problem is, dear, I don’t think you have been naughty, have you?” She asked quietly.

“I masturbated after you had spanked Zofeya, Miss.” Diane replied immediately.

The sixty-nine-year-old laughed. She got to her feet and picked up the cups and plates from her coffee table before looking down at her younger neighbour.

“Oh, well, that is naughty, so I will spank your bottom.” She walked towards the door that led into the kitchen.

“I think that you had better put your tie on and get ready for school then, Diane Caldwell.” With that, she walked into her kitchen, leaving Zofeya’s mother alone in the living room.

The retired School Mistress was gone for a few moments while she placed the cups and plates in the sink and poured a couple of glasses of water for Diane and herself. On her return to the living room, she found Zofeya’s mum standing next to her coffee table, dressed in her “school uniform” of short-sleeved white blouse, knee-length black skirt and her daughter’s St. Katherine’s Girls’ School tie. Diane Caldwell had slipped off her black, flat-soled shoes and removed her tights. Pauline smiled sweetly at the younger woman as she placed the two glasses of water on her coffee table.

“You’re very smart, my dear.” She smiled as she stood close to Diane.

“Thank you, Miss.” Ms. Caldwell replied in a whisper.

“Well. Seen as this is your first real spanking, I think that we shall begin with a hand spanking over my lap, then a few smacks with my hairbrush and six of the best with the cane.” She could feel herself becoming increasingly turned on.

“What do you think, naughty girl?” Miss Manson added.

Diane Caldwell smiled nervously. Pauline was standing so close to her that she could smell the strong and sweet perfume that she was wearing. Zofeya’s mother’s breathing became heavier as she started to become aroused. She could feel the dampness in her knickers and sensed that her nipples had become erect under her bra and blouse.

“Yes, Miss. I need to be punished for masturbating.” The forty-seven-year-old replied.

The retired teacher nodded and stepped back before heading towards the door to the living room.

“Yes, you do, young lady. While I’m gone, you will stand in that corner, facing the wall with your hands on your head. You will push your nose hard up against the wall and you will not move. If, when I return, you are not standing facing the wall, you will receive extra punishment. Is that clear, girl?” Miss Manson raised her voice, emphasizing the last four words and pointed with her left hand to the corner of the room.

Diane smiled nervously and quickly made her way to the corner of Pauline’s large living room. She placed both hands on her head and gently touched the cool, white-painted wall with her small nose. Her breathing came in gasps as she heard her neighbour climb the stairs and then the sound of her feet walking around upstairs in her office.

Five minutes later, Ms. Caldwell heard the ex-School teacher walking back along the landing, then down the stairs and was soon aware that the older lady was in the living room, watching her standing there.

“Good girl. Turn around and come and stand next to my coffee table.” Pauline instructed softly.

Zofeya’s mum complied slowly and nervously walked the few steps over to where Pauline had laid her implements out on the coffee table. The older lady sat down on her sofa and looked up at Diane as she ironed the creases from her knee-length black skirt.

“Now. We shall begin with a hand spanking on your skirt. Then over your knickers and then on your bare bottom.” Miss Manson adjusted her short-sleeved pink blouse before continuing.

“Then we shall smack your bottom with my paddle hairbrush and, then, because I do not like girls who masturbate at the thought of being spanked, you shall receive at least six of the best with my junior school cane.”

Miss Manson smiled as she looked up at Zofeya’s mum, who stood there uneasily.

“I think that is sufficient punishment for a first offence dear.”

Diane smiled uneasily.

“Thank you. Miss.” She answered quietly.

The sixty-nine-year-old woman sat back on her sofa and patted her black-skirted knees gently, looking up at her younger neighbour.

“Very well, you, naughty girl. Come and lie across my lap and I shall deal with your unacceptable behaviour.” She smiled as Diane slowly edged forward.

Ms. Caldwell stood to Pauline’s right-hand side and slowly and carefully lowered herself down until she felt her older neighbour’s legs touching her crotch. She shuffled around until she was comfortable and placed her face down in her arms. Miss Manson shuffled around and lifted the forty-seven-year-old’s legs with her right arm until she was comfortable, placing both hands on the younger woman’s back. She looked down upon the back of Diane’s head before placing her left hand on the woman’s lower back, pushing her further down into her lap. Her right hand began to rub the woman’s covered bottom gently, her juices flowing more and more at the thought of spanking her neighbour.

“A hand spanking on your skirt to begin with, naughty girl.” Pauline announced softly, lifting her small right hand from Diane’s black knee-length skirt.

A moment later, Pauline Manson’s small hand landed with a muffled “slap!” relatively gently across the centre of Zofeya’s mum’s bottom. The younger lady barely showed a reaction.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Manson smiled as she spanked Diane across the fleshy centre of her covered buttocks.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Pauline began working away with her right hand across the younger woman’s black-skirted bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

After a short while, Pauline paused and placed both hands on her younger neighbour’s lower back.

“Now, naughty girl. I’m going to raise your school skirt and smack you on your knickers. Is that clear, Diane?” She smiled as Zofeya’s mum turned her head and looked up at her.

“Yes. Miss Manson. Thank you, Miss.” She gasped.

Pauline Manson used both hands and slowly pulled Diane’s skirt up, revealing her white, school-type underwear.

“Lift up dear so that I can fold your skirt out of the way.” The ex-History Mistress instructed.

Diane complied immediately and soon, Pauline Manson had folded the skirt out of the way, exposing the younger woman’s covered bottom. Pauline replaced her hands on the younger woman’s lower back and resumed rubbing her bottom with her small right hand. After a few moments, she raised her right hand and brought it down a second later with a solid “slap!” across her neighbour’s knickers.

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

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The retired teacher slowly and relatively gently smacked every inch of Ms. Caldwell’s relatively fleshy bottom. Zofeya’s mum took her spanking well, hardly moving and just lying there, becoming increasingly aroused.

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

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Miss Manson increased the force and intensity of her hand spanking across the white knickers, continuing to smack Diane for about five minutes.

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

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

Finally, she paused and placed both hands across her younger neighbour’s lower back and bottom. She could feel the heat starting to build in Diane’s bottom even through her white, cotton knickers.

“Now, young lady. I’m going to take your knickers down and we will conclude your hand spanking across your bare bottom. Just like poor Zofeya had to endure.” Pauline Manson immediately placed her hands at the top of Diane’s panties and gently pulled them down.

The forty-seven-year-old lifted her hips once again and waited until Pauline had lowered her knickers until they lay at her ankles. The retired teacher returned her hands to her neighbour’s lower back and bottom, which she resumed rubbing gently.

“Now, Diane. This will show you how hard a proper spanking can be and also make you understand that I do not tolerate masturbation.” Miss Manson laughed and raised her small right hand in the air.

It landed with a loud “slap!” a second later across Ms. Caldwell’s fleshy right bum cheek.

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

Miss Manson laid out half a dozen full-force smacks across the centre of the younger woman’s bottom.

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

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

A dozen solid spanks kissed Diane’s right buttock.

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

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

Her left buttock received the same dose.

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

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

Twelve full-force smacks, given alternately across the lower part of the younger lady’s buttocks.

Pauline Manson paused for a moment and looked at Diane. The younger woman had taken the spanking well so far and was not sniffing and sobbing. When she looked down at her neighbour’s bare bottom, she could see that it had started to turn from being a pale white colour to almost a bright pink. Miss Manson decided to try and set it on fire. She raised her small right hand in the air, tightened her grip around the woman’s waist with her left hand, before resuming her hand spanking.

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

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Five minutes where Pauline Manson unleashed a frantic, rapid-fire onslaught against Ms. Caldwell’s perfectly-formed bottom.

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

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A series of slow, and extremely hard, slaps across every inch of Zofeya’s mum’s bottom.

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

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

Pauline went to work against her neighbour’s buttocks and thighs.

This final part of the spanking broke Diane. She began to struggle, but soon found that she couldn’t go far as the retired teacher held her securely in position over her knee with her left arm. Ms. Caldwell had tears in her eyes and buried her face in the cushion before her. Pauline smiled to herself as she continued to work away at Zofeya’s mum’s increasingly red and sore bottom.

After a few more minutes, the retired School Mistress paused and placed her hands on Diane’s back. She carefully reached across to her coffee table and picked up her wooden-backed paddle hairbrush which she tapped softly against Diane’s increasingly warm bottom.

“Now, you, naughty young lady, I’m going to give you twelve smacks with my hairbrush. Do you understand?” Pauline continued to playfully tap the wooden brush against Ms. Caldwell’s bottom.

It took Diane a few moments to answer.

“Yes, Miss Manson. Thank you, Miss Manson.” She replied before burying her head back in the cushion in front of her.

“Very well. No need to count the strokes. Just take them my dear.” Pauline Manson took the brush back behind her head and paused.

She smiled as she felt Diane push her crotch harder against her lap and could feel herself becoming aroused. A few moments later, she brought the small paddle hairbrush down against Diane’s bottom with a surprisingly loud “Thump!”

A few moments later, her second stroke landed.

“Thump!”

Pauline Manson tightened the grip she had on the younger woman with her left hand and decided to administer the punishment as quickly as she possibly could.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

The sixty-nine-year-old lady concentrated on spanking the fleshy centre of Diane’s bottom, which was now a bright shade of red and extremely warm to the touch. She inhaled heavily before resuming her punishment.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

Pauline Manson wrapped out the final two swats within seconds of one another, landing across the centre of her neighbour’s left, and then right, bum cheek.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

The retired History Mistress smiled as she looked down on the back of Diane’s head. The young woman had really taken her punishment well and with very little fuss indeed. Pauline placed the wooden-backed brush down beside her and started to stroke her neighbour’s bottom gently with her right hand. She spent a few moments massaging the fleshy bottom in front of her, listening to Diane becoming increasingly turned on.

“Right, young lady. I think that it is time for your caning.” Pauline smacked the bare bottom in front of her playfully and watched as Diane Caldwell raised her head and turned to face her.

“Get up and remove your skirt and knickers. Then go and stand over by my dining table. Bend over and touch your toes.” She sat back on the sofa and watched as Zofeya’s mum got to her feet awkwardly.

Eventually, Ms. Caldwell got to her feet and took off her white knickers before walking into Pauline’s dining room, where she unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor before picking it up and placing it, along with her white knickers, on the table. She looked across at Pauline, who had got to her feet and had picked up her red-handled junior school cane which she swished through the air several times. Zofeya’s mum moved into some space and bent over, reaching down as far as she could.

Moments later, the older woman was standing at her left-hand side, measuring out her thin school cane against the forty-seven-year-old’s bottom. She tapped it gently against the red and sore bottom.

“Six of the best, dear. I want you to count each stroke and thank me for each one. Do you understand me, young lady?” Pauline Manson continued to tap Diane’s bottom gently with her junior school rattan cane.

“Yes. Miss Manson. Thank you, Miss Manson.” Diane spat out, unsure about what to expect from the cane.

As Ms. Caldwell closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in anticipation, her older neighbour took up her caning stance. She placed her left hand on her left hip. Stuck her left foot about twelve inches in front of her right foot and bent her left knee slightly. She nodded as she continued to tap Diane’s bottom before drawing the cane back slightly and pausing. A few moments later, it landed with a loud “Thwack!” across Diane Caldwell’s bottom, leaving a thin red tram line across the lower part of the woman’s bottom.

Diane took it well.

“One. Thank you, Miss Manson.” She replied.

Pauline already had the cane in the air.

“Thwack!”

Again, Diane took it well and held her position, despite the pain beginning to build across the centre of her bottom.

“Two. Thank you, Miss Manson.”

Pauline Manson smiled as she raised the cane once again. She tapped Diane’s bottom gently as she took aim against her neighbour’s right bum cheek.

“Thwack!” The cane announced its arrival a second later.

Ms. Caldwell winced with pain but managed to reply.

“Three. Thank you, Miss Manson.”

The sixty-nine-year-old leaned in close and nodded with satisfaction as she noticed the three, thin red lines which illustrated where her cane strokes had landed. She had not even been caning Diane that hard, nowhere near as hard as she had caned Zofeya that previous week. She resumed her position and laid the thin cane against the fleshy centre of the dark-haired woman’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Ow!” Diane Caldwell shouted but managed to retain her position before replying.

“Four. Thank you, Miss Manson.”

The ex-Grammar School Mistress took aim once more, determined to conclude the punishment as quickly as possible, delivering the next stroke within seconds, landing it expertly in the crease between buttock and thigh.

“Thwack!”

Again, Ms. Caldwell winced with pain, but managed to reply.

“Five. Thank you, Miss Manson.”

Pauline decided to end the punishment quickly and landed the final stroke within a second of her neighbour’s reply.

“Thwack!”

Zofeya’s mum sniffed and took a moment to regain her composure. She made sure that she was breathing properly before replying.

“Six. Thank you, Miss Manson.”

The retired teacher held the cane against the woman’s red and sore bottom for a moment before pulling away and walking back to her living room, where she placed her cane on the coffee table. She stared over at Diane, who had remained bent over, touching her toes in her dining room. The older woman walked back to where Ms. Caldwell was, and touched her warm bottom gently, smiling as the younger woman gasped.

“Stand up dear and follow me upstairs. I’ll put some cream on your bottom.”

Zofeya’s mum stood up and followed her neighbour up the stairs, where she was soon lying face down on Pauline’s double bed. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, the sixty-nine-year-old massaged and soothed the younger woman’s hot bottom with cooling cream and touched every inch of the lovely bottom lying in front of her. She knew that Diane was aroused and took the opportunity to touch the woman between her legs. She was moist.

“Do you want me to take care of that, dear?” She whispered in her left ear.

Ms. Caldwell simply moaned and allowed the older woman to place her fingers inside her pussy. Miss Manson slowly worked her fingers back and forwards, massaging Diane’s clit. After a short while, Zofeya’s mum’s breathing began to come in gasps and she began to moan loudly with pleasure until she came. Pauline repeated this twice before collapsing on the bed next to Diane.

The forty-seven-year-old removed her blouse and bra before turning over and smiling as Pauline began sucking and kissing her breasts softly. She stroked the older woman’s short brown hair and kissed her gently on her lips.

“Take off your clothes, Miss.” Diane purred and watched as Pauline sat up on the bed.

She kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her short-sleeved pink blouse and threw it on the bedroom floor. Next came her white bra. Then she unzipped her black skirt and kicked it off. Finally, her white knickers were slipped down and thrown onto the bedroom floor. Pauline Manson laid on her back and smiled as Diane kissed her softly on the lips. Over the next twenty minutes, Zofeya’s mum kissed every inch of the older lady, paying particular interest to the woman’s small breasts. She kissed, sucked and licked them for all she was worth before placing her fingers inside Pauline’s vagina. Ms. Caldwell gently and carefully brought the retired School Mistress to climax and the ladies collapsed on the bed, holding one another tightly.

The two women stayed in bed for a while, kissing and touching one another. Eventually, they got up and Pauline got dressed. Once they had returned to the living room, Diane replaced her bra and knickers, buttoned up her blouse and zipped up her skirt. She picked up her daughter’s school tie and put it back in her handbag.

“So, dear. How was your first proper spanking?” Miss Manson asked quietly as Zofeya’s mum sat down beside her on her sofa.

The younger woman busied herself by fixing her hair.

“It was lovely, thank you, Miss. I think that I will have to masturbate more often so that I can be punished for being such a naughty girl.”

Miss Manson placed her right hand on Diane’s left knee.

“I’d be happy to smack you bottom if you feel that you need it.”

The forty-seven-year-old woman slept well that night. She had pleasured herself before falling into a deep, satisfied sleep. Over the next few weeks and months, Diane Caldwell visited the lady next door once every week for an introduction to more of Pauline’s spanking implements. She also began to fantasize about spanking someone. Pauline Manson had been only too happy to show her how to use each of her “toys” and give her advice about how to ensure that they were used with maximum effect. Ms. Caldwell hoped that she could put her fascination with spanking into practice soon – she just needed an excuse to do so.