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Zofeya Caldwell just needed it. She had no idea why, but she just needed to have her bottom spanked once more. The eighteen-year-old had thought about little else during her holiday in Tenerife with her friends from school, and she had spent most of the fortnight dreaming about that first punishment from her neighbour Pauline Manson. She had no idea why she wanted to see the retired schoolmistress for another spanking, but she was determined to make it happen. Zofeya had planned it meticulously and the time had come to put her plan into action.

She had lied to her mother, Diane, that she needed the car that day and had driven her to work before returning home just after 8.30 that morning. This ensured that her mum would not come home unexpectedly – she would have to call for a lift if she did finish work early that day. Next, the ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student had taken a long hot shower to give her the chance to relax and to think calmly about what she was going to say to Pauline. Once she had dried her long, dark hair, the tall young lady had wrapped herself in her dressing gown and returned to her bedroom where she had laid her old school uniform out neatly on her bed.

Zofeya spent an age ensuring that her make-up made her look as slutty as possible, using the brightest red lipstick that she had in her armoury to add the finishing touch. She dressed in her uniform, careful to ensure that she had the wrong type of knickers on, that her short-sleeved blouse had a few buttons undone, her tie was a mess and that she was wearing an extremely tight, and extremely short, navy tube skirt that rose up, leaving very little to the imagination. The young lady carefully fixed her long hair, tying it neatly behind her head with a hairband before grabbing her navy school blazer and heading downstairs. The time had come.

The eighteen-year-old made herself a cup of coffee and took it into the living room where she looked out of the window. She noticed that Pauline Manson’s car wasn’t on her driveway and so she waited. Just as she took the final mouthful of coffee from her mug, she heard the sound of a car engine pass as Miss Manson pulled up onto her driveway. Zofeya smiled to herself and watched for a few moments as the sixty-nine-year-old woman got out of her Honda and spent a few minutes unloading her shopping from the boot of the car. Zofeya Caldwell decided to give her neighbour a few minutes to get sorted out before heading next door. She looked at the clock on the wall – 9.20. She would go next door in fifteen minutes. She walked into the large kitchen and placed her empty coffee cup in the dishwasher.

The tall, dark-haired girl put her school blazer on and placed her mobile phone in the inside pocket. She took her house keys and walked down the hallway, unlocking the front door before taking a deep breath. She pulled the door open and stepped out into the sunny morning. Zofeya turned and locked the grey front door with her key before placing it in her right-hand blazer pocket. She smiled as she slowly walked the short distance to Pauline’s front door. She was soon standing there, looking through the frosted glass panel in the middle of the door. The young lady hesitated for a second before pushing the doorbell which sounded with a loud chime, which reverberated around Pauline Manson’s house.

Zofeya Caldwell nervously played with her long, dark hair as she waited for her neighbour to come to her front door. Through the frosted glass, she could see a figure approaching, and within a few moments, she could hear a key turn in the lock and saw the handle move. The front door was opened, and Zofeya smiled as she came face-to-face with the retired schoolmistress. Pauline Manson smiled as she saw who was standing on her doorstep.

“Hello there, Zofeya. What can I do for you, dear?” Miss Manson smiled and took a step back from her front door.

The eighteen-year-old girl thought about what to say for a few moments before replying.

“My mum has sent me to you because I was naughty,” Zofeya replied quietly.

“She said that she would text you to tell you what I have done, Miss,” she added quickly.

Pauline touched her breasts through her short-sleeved navy blouse with her left hand before replying.

“Oh. I haven’t checked my phone this morning, so I wasn’t expecting you, sweetie.” Pauline continued to smile until she noticed the girl’s messy appearance.

“I think you had better come in, Zofeya and I’ll check my phone and you can tell me all about it. Then we can decide what we need to do with you.” Pauline Manson turned and headed down her hallway and towards her kitchen.

The smile across Zofeya’s face widened as she watched the older woman walking away towards the kitchen. She stepped inside Pauline’s house and locked the front door behind her before following the retired teacher into the kitchen. When she arrived in Pauline Manson’s large kitchen, she watched as the older woman checked her mobile phone. After a few moments, the older woman looked up from the small screen and shook her head at Zofeya.

“No messages from your mum, Zofeya. What has she sent you to me for?” Miss Manson placed her mobile phone on the worktop and busied herself by taking two glasses from one of her cupboards and filling them with water.

“I have been very naughty with a friend of my friend Abbie.” Zofeya Caldwell concentrated so that she got her lie absolutely correct.

Pauline handed the eighteen-year-old a glass of water and nodded at her to continue.

“Last night my mum caught me in my bedroom giving a boy a blow.” She stopped and looked down at her shoes. “Giving him oral sex,” she corrected herself, hoping that this was more acceptable to the prim and proper ex-schoolmistress.

Miss Manson took a sip from her glass and thought about her reply.

“Oral sex, Zofeya? I would have thought better of you than that, young lady.” Pauline stared at the ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School pupil.

“Mum went mad and threw him out and then she told me off and sent me to bed. She said that I had to come and see you this morning and that you would punish me for being so naughty.” Zofeya Caldwell sipped at her glass of water, staring at Pauline.

Pauline Manson looked at her mobile phone again and shook her head.

“And why are you dressed like that, young lady?” Pauline Manson picked up her phone and walked towards the door to her kitchen.

Zofeya’s smile disappeared and she looked at her black school shoes.

“She said that I should dress like a little slut seen as that is what I am, and you can deal with me in any way that you see fit.”

Pauline Manson turned and stared at her neighbour’s daughter. She was heavily made-up, was wearing bright red lipstick, was wearing a short, tight skirt which left little to the imagination, her tie was halfway down her blouse and at least three buttons of her short-sleeved white blouse were undone enabling Miss Manson to see the girl’s bra. The older lady shook her head and paused.

“Come into my living room and we can discuss this, Zofeya. I would have thought that after the spanking you received a few weeks ago that you would do anything to avoid a repeat performance.” The lady turned and walked into her living room.

Zofeya Caldwell smiled. She had got what she wanted. She quickly followed the sixty-nine-year-old lady and was soon sat in Pauline’s armchair. The retired teacher sat watching her from her sofa, thinking about what she was going to do to her neighbour’s daughter. She would leave her in no doubt that spankings were not fun and that she would not want to come back to her house anytime soon.

“So, Zofeya, I think we need to stop you becoming a little slut, don’t we?” Pauline Manson sipped at her glass of water.

Zofeya smiled nervously. She had never ever heard Pauline use the word slut before.

“Yes, Miss Manson. I want to be a good girl for my mummy.” The eighteen-year-old unintentionally opened her legs, enabling the ex-teacher to see the girl’s non-school uniform underwear.

Pauline sighed.

“Very well, Zofeya Caldwell. I want you to go up the stairs and into the bathroom straight ahead of you. You will use the make-up wipes on the windowsill to remove your make-up and lipstick. Is that understood, young lady?” Miss Manson could not help but stare at Diane’s daughter’s prominent breasts, which were poking out proudly under her navy blazer and white blouse.

“Yes, Miss Manson,” the young woman replied and almost jumped to her feet in anticipation of her spanking.

“You will then meet me in my office next door to the bathroom, and we will decide what we shall do to address your behaviour. Is that clear, Zofeya?” The older lady watched as Zofeya Caldwell got to her feet.

Diane’s daughter placed her glass of water on the coffee table and walked towards the door which led to the hallway and the stairs. She turned and looked at Pauline, who remained seated on the sofa. She too placed her glass down on the coffee table and picked up her mobile phone.

“Yes, Miss,” Zofeya smiled awkwardly.

“Right. Off you go and clean yourself up, and I’ll see you in a few moments.” Pauline Manson got to her feet and watched as the girl headed up her stairs.

Once she was alone, Miss Manson opened up the messages folder on her phone and soon found the messages that she had received from her neighbour Diane Caldwell. She pressed reply and soon began typing out a message.

Diane. Sorry to bother you but have Zofeya here at the moment. She said that you had messaged me about disciplining her for some bad behaviour last night. Just checking that this is true seen as I haven’t received a message from you. Happy to punish her if that’s what you want. Hope you’re okay for tonight at 7. The belt for you naughty girl. Pauline.

The sixty-nine-year-old smiled at the thought of spanking her younger neighbour later that evening. Diane had seen her once each week after that first time that she had spanked Zofeya and seemed to really be enjoying feeling the different implements that Pauline had started to introduce her to. The retired teacher also enjoyed their meetings. Diane was an extremely sexual lady and having her draped across her knees was such a turn on for Pauline, who had missed the intimacy over the years that she had been alone.

Miss Manson pressed “send” on her phone and waited until her device informed her that the message had been delivered. She took her phone upstairs and headed for her office. As she passed the bathroom at the top of her stairs she smiled as she saw that the girl had locked the door and was obviously doing exactly as she had been instructed. The retired teacher opened the next door and walked into her office. She placed her mobile on her desk and began opening the drawers in her desk, bringing out various implements and placing them on her desk. Next, she opened her cupboard and brought out more of her punishment tools, adding them to the growing pile on her desk. Finally, she laid the senior dragon cane on top of the pile and waited for Diane’s daughter to join her.

After about ten minutes, Pauline heard the toilet flush and then the sound of running water as Zofeya Caldwell washed her hands. A short time later she heard the lock on the door slide open and the young lady opened the bathroom door. Shortly afterwards she walked into Pauline Manson’s office and stood facing the older, shorter woman across the desk. The eighteen-year-old woman noticed the selection of implements which had been laid out on the desk and then looked at Pauline, who smiled. She was wearing a navy, short-sleeved cotton blouse and a long blue and white patterned silky skirt which ended at the older woman’s ankles.

The retired teacher remained silent for a few moments, smiling as she looked her neighbour’s daughter up and down. As instructed, the girl had removed her make-up and lipstick and looked like Pauline Manson remembered her. The older lady thought to herself how beautiful Zofeya was. She had a very attractive face and was very slim and well-toned. Her breasts were large and extremely well-formed, and she was sweetly and softly spoken. She waited until she was sure how she would proceed.

“So, young lady. I am going to deal with you for being such a little slut. Your appearance and being caught giving a boy oral sex will mean that I will punish you much more severely than I did before. Do you understand?” She looked down at her mobile phone on the desk.

Still no reply from Diane.

“Yes, Miss Manson. I need to be punished for being a dirty girl,” Zofeya Caldwell smiled.

The retired teacher placed the index finger on her right hand into her mouth and contemplated what she would use on her neighbour’s daughter. After a moment, she began to pick up some of her implements. Firstly, the ebony-backed clothes brush and the slipper. Then the leather oval shaped paddle. Next came the wooden ruler and small wooden paddle. Next, Pauline selected the extra heavy tan-coloured strap from her collection. Finally, she picked up her black-handled senior dragon cane. She picked up her mobile phone and headed to the door of her office.

“Right, young lady. Follow me back to the living room and we’ll deal with your bad behaviour.” Miss Manson smiled and headed back down the stairs.

Zofeya followed closely behind the older lady and paid no attention to Miss Manson’s phone beeping, announcing the arrival of a new message.

Once the ladies were in Pauline’s living room, the older woman placed her implements neatly on her coffee table and sat on her sofa. Zofeya Caldwell stood in her school uniform watching her.

“Right, Zofeya. Please take off all your clothes and fold them neatly. Place them on my dining table, young lady.” She watched as the eighteen-year-old obeyed her instructions, walking the short distance into the dining room and beginning to undress.

Miss Manson looked at her mobile phone and opened her messages. It was from Diane. She smiled as she read it to herself.

We watched TV last night. I have not had a problem with Zofeya since you dealt with her a few weeks ago so she is lying. You may want to punish her for lying. Please feel free. Looking forward to tonight Miss – I have thought of little else. Diane x

Pauline tapped out a quick reply, watching Diane’s daughter, who was busy removing her shoes and socks, before pressing “send.”

That’s what I thought. I’ll take care of her.

After a short while, Zofeya had removed her school uniform and was standing naked in Pauline Manson’s dining room, awaiting further instructions.

The retired History Mistress stood up and walked the short distance to her dining room where she stood within inches of the tall eighteen-year-old woman. The sixty-nine-year-old ex-teacher smiled as she picked up one of her dining room chairs and carried it back into her living room, where she placed it into the centre of the room. Pauline sat down on the padded chair and ironed the creases from her blue and white long, silky skirt with her hands.

“Come over here and stand next to me, young lady,” Miss Manson instructed quietly but left Zofeya in no doubt that she should comply.

The ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student walked confidently over to where Pauline was sitting and stood at Pauline’s right-hand side where she looked down on the older woman.

“Well, young lady. I think you realise that you will be severely punished today. I have spoken to your mum and she does not want her daughter to be a dirty little slut so, you will be punished like a dirty little slut until we’re sure that you won’t want to act like that ever again. We want the nice, well-mannered, respectful, St. Katherine’s School student back. Is that clear, Zofeya Caldwell?” Pauline Manson looked up into the girl’s light blue eyes and smiled sweetly.

“Yes, Miss.” Zofeya felt herself becoming very aroused.

“Very well. Over my knee young lady and place your hands flat on the floor in front of you.” Miss Manson sat back in her chair and moved her arms out of the way to allow the girl to position herself over the ex-teacher’s lap.

The dark-haired eighteen-year-old tentatively reached over and lowered herself slowly and carefully over the woman’s lap. She placed her hands flat on the beige coloured carpet in front of her and pushed her crotch deep into Pauline’s silky blue and white patterned skirt. The sensation of her bare skin rubbing against Pauline’s ankle-length skirt was really arousing and she moaned quietly with pleasure.

The ex-teacher placed her small right hand on the girl’s bare bottom and began rubbing it gently, trying to cover every inch of the small and perfectly formed globes in front of her. Miss Manson placed her left hand on Zofeya Caldwell’s lower back and gently pushed her down into her lap in order to secure her in place. She too could feel her juices beginning to flow and took a deep breath.

“Right, Zofeya. I shall start with a hand spanking on your bare bottom and the backs of your legs. You will not act like a slut in future. Is that clear, you naughty little girl?” She continued to rub her right hand across the younger girl’s bare bottom.

Zofeya took a deep breath. She was so turned on.

“Yes, Miss Manson. I promise that I won’t suck boys’ cocks in future and act like such a slut.” Zofeya Caldwell hoped that using such language would earn her an even harder hand spanking from Pauline.

She would not be disappointed.

The sixty-nine-year-old teacher raised her right hand high in the air and paused for a moment. She took a deep breath and smiled. She then brought her hand down, fast and its journey was broken with a loud “slap!” when it connected hard across the centre of Diane’s daughter’s small bottom.

The girl did not react much, except for pushing herself deeper into Pauline Manson’s blue and white patterned skirt. Pauline smiled as she felt her own private parts becoming hot and damp. Once again, she raised her right hand high in the air and waited. She really was going to spank Zofeya severely for turning up at her door looking the way she did and also for lying.

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Pauline Manson rapped out a hard and slow series of spanks that covered every inch of Zofeya Caldwell’s small bottom. She smiled as she could see the girl’s buttocks immediately starting to change colour from a pale white to a light pink. She decided to push on and ignore the girl wriggling across her lap. She tightened the grip she had on the eighteen-year-old with her left hand and resumed her punishment.

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Another dose of Pauline’s small, but extremely hard right hand kissed the centre of the girl’s bottom.

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Pauline turned her attention to the crease in between the girl’s buttocks and thighs. Zofeya Caldwell took it well and showed little reaction, opting instead to focus on Pauline’s feet and trying not to think about how much the older woman’s hand was hurting her small bottom.

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A series of hard, slow slaps targeted the girl’s bottom once more.

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Next, Pauline unleashed a minute-long, rapid-fire spanking that targeted the teenager’s legs.

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Pauline Manson continued spanking Zofeya for fifteen minutes, varying the speed and force of her slaps, covering absolutely every inch of Zofeya’s lovely bottom, which was glowing bright pink by the time that Miss Manson paused and placed both hands on the younger girl’s back. She smiled as she heard Zofeya Caldwell sobbing and sniffing.

The older woman, aware that Zofeya’s mother wasn’t present this time, rubbed the bottom in front of her. It was glowing and warm to the touch. She gradually began touching the backs of the girl’s legs with her fingernails and smiled as Zofeya Caldwell began to moan with pleasure in between her sniffs and sobs.

“Spread your legs a little for me, dear,” Pauline instructed.

The eighteen-year-old girl obeyed immediately and was soon feeling the lovely sensation of having Pauline’s fingers touching her pussy lips. The retired schoolmistress smiled to herself as she felt how wet her neighbour’s daughter was. She had obviously enjoyed the spanking as much as Pauline Manson had enjoyed spanking her. After about five minutes, Miss Manson returned her right hand to Zofeya’s lower back and waited while the girl re-gathered her composure.

“Right, young lady. Up you get and stand and face me,” she said, removing her hands from the girl’s back and sitting back in the high-backed chair.

Slowly, and carefully, Zofeya Caldwell got to her feet and rubbed her eyes before looking down at Pauline, who stood up, being towered over by the younger lady by a good five inches. She smiled as she watched Zofeya rub her bottom with both hands.

“I want you to bend over my chair – place both hands on each side of the seat and hold on tightly dear,” Miss Manson instructed as she walked into her dining room.

The retired schoolmistress picked up her clothes brush, slipper, wooden paddle, wooden ruler and her oval-headed leather paddle from her table and turned and walked back into her living room. She smiled as she could see that Diane’s daughter had followed her instructions and was bent over her chair. Pauline carefully placed the implements on her coffee table before deciding to begin the next part of the girl’s punishment with her wooden ruler, which she held in her right hand.

“Now, young lady. I am going to smack you with my ruler across the backs of your legs, is that understood?” She took up her position at Zofeya’s left-hand side.

“Yes, Miss,” Zofeya Caldwell replied submissively.

The sixty-nine-year-old teacher placed her left arm around Zofeya and held her tightly, pulling her into her blouse and skirt. She raised the thin wooden ruler and looked at where it would land before laying it out in a series of rapid-fire strokes across the girl’s lower buttocks and thighs.

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

Zofeya received six stinging smacks with the thin piece of wood across the crease in between her right buttock and thigh. She squirmed, but Pauline Manson held her tightly with her left arm before continuing her punishment, this time targeting her left buttock and thigh.

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

Again, the eighteen-year-old struggled but could not escape the stinging pain as Pauline held her in position with her surprisingly strong left arm.

“Now, now, young lady. You deserve every smack for being a dirty little slut so you will be going nowhere until I’m satisfied that you have been punished sufficiently and that you won’t act or dress like a slut ever again. Do I make myself clear, Zofeya?” Pauline tightened her grip and raised the ruler once more.

“Yes, Miss,” Zofeya Caldwell almost shouted as she awaited the ruler once again.

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

The ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student squirmed as the small wooden ruler bit into her right bum cheek once again.

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

Pauline Manson targeted the girl’s left buttock and thigh to level it up.

Once completed, Miss Manson relaxed the grip that she had on the girl and held her for a few moments until she had calmed down once more. The retired teacher then let her go and walked over to the coffee table where she placed the ruler down and picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush, before taking the few steps back to where Zofeya was still bent over the dining room chair.

“Stand up, sweetie,” Pauline Manson instructed almost in a whisper and smiled as Zofeya Caldwell complied.

“Now, we shall have you back over my knee and re-introduce you to my clothes brush seen as I know how much you love it.” She smiled as she walked past the girl and sat back down on the padded seat.

“Back over you go – hands flat on the floor, dear.” Pauline tapped the brush on her silky-skirted knees and watched the girl position herself.

Pauline Manson placed the brush on Zofeya Caldwell’s lower back and spent a few moments rubbing and massaging the girl’s bottom and thighs. The ex-teacher smiled as the eighteen-year-old pushed her crotch harder into Pauline’s silky-skirted lap and prepared herself for the punishment that was coming her way. The older woman gently stroked Zofeya’s long dark hair before she picked up the clothes brush and began tapping it gently against the girl’s bare bottom.

“Now, young lady. You will receive twelve spanks with my clothes brush. I want you to count and thank me for each spank and then say, 'I am a dirty little slut.' Do you understand?” Miss Manson smiled as Zofeya turned her head to look up at her.

“Yes, Miss Manson."

“Very well. We shall begin,” Pauline replied as she took the brush back behind her head and brought it down rapidly, landing across Zofeya Caldwell’s right bum cheek.

“Thump!” Pauline raised the brush in the air and waited.

“One. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut,” Zofeya answered clearly despite the pain beginning to burn in her already sore bottom.

“Thump!” The second smack landed millimetres lower down from where the first had.

“Two. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” The eighteen-year-old squirmed but was held down by Pauline’s left arm.

“Thump!” Zofeya’s left buttock received a painful visit.

“Three. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” The ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student began wiping tears from her eyes.

“Thump!” Pauline caught the girl exactly in the crease between her left buttock and thigh.

“Four. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut,” Zofeya Caldwell replied after a few moments to re-gather her composure.

“Thump!” The girl’s right buttock and thigh received a visit from the clothes brush.

“Five. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” Again, a pause before the reply to allow the girl to wipe her eyes and nose.

“Thump!” The centre of her bottom received a full-force smack with the brush.

“Six. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” She tried to lift her right arm to place it over her bottom but thought better of it and returned it to the carpeted floor in front of her.

“Thump!” Again, the crease in between buttock and thigh received a visit.

“Seven. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” Zofeya kicked up her right leg and Pauline waited until the girl had resumed her position before taking aim once more.

“Thump!” The centre of the girl’s small buttocks took a full-force swipe with the nasty wooden brush.

“Eight. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” Zofeya Caldwell shook her head and her face was covered by her long, dark hair.

“Thump!” Pauline deliberately laid out a hard swipe with the brush across the back of Zofeya’s right leg. She struggled and squirmed before eventually replying,

“Nine. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.”

“Thump!” The girl’s left leg received the exact same treatment a moment later.

“Ten. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut.” Miss Manson smiled as she realised that the girl was crying uncontrollably.

“Thump!” The retired teacher returned her attention to the centre of Zofeya’s small, round buttocks.

“Eleven. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut,” the girl replied after a few moments of trying to regain her composure.

“Thump!” Miss Manson wasted little time in delivering the final stroke across Zofeya’s bottom.

She placed the clothes brush on the eighteen-year-old’s lower back and began to rub her hands over every inch of the small bottom lying over her lap in front of her. It was not until she touched Zofeya’s pussy lips once again that the girl finally replied.

“Twelve. Thank you, Miss. I am a dirty little slut, sniffing and sobbing in between the gasps of pleasure from feeling Miss Manson’s fingers touching her between her legs.

After about five minutes, where Pauline soothed the girl with her hand, she picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush and playfully tapped it against Zofeya’s red, bruised and scorching hot bottom.

“Up you get, my dear. Stand in front of me.” Pauline sat back in the chair and watched as the eighteen-year-old struggled to her feet.

As she stood facing Pauline, the older lady stared at Zofeya’s naked body. She had a neatly shaven vagina and her breasts were large and perfectly formed. Miss Manson decided there and then that she was going to soothe the girl after she had completed her punishment. Pauline Manson got to her feet and smiled as she noticed that her blue and white patterned skirt was wet from her own juices but also from having Diane’s daughter over her knee. She walked over to the coffee table and placed the clothes brush down and picked up her small oval-headed leather paddle. She smiled at Zofeya who was rubbing her bottom and continuing to sniff and sob before retaking her seat on her dining room chair.

“Back over my knee, young lady.” She sat back and watched as the eighteen-year-old obeyed silently.

“Now. I’m going to give you twelve with my leather paddle for giving boys oral sex. I want you to count and thank me and then say, 'I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.' Is that clear, sweetie?” Pauline tapped the small tan-coloured oval paddle gently across the girl’s bottom and waited for a reply.

Eventually, Zofeya Caldwell had calmed herself enough to reply. She turned her head to look at her neighbour and almost whispered,

“Yes, Miss Manson.”

Pauline Manson wasted no time in resuming the girl’s punishment and slapped the hard piece of leather across the centre of Diane’s daughter’s small bottom. It landed with a loud “whack!” which seemed to echo around Pauline’s large living and dining room.

“One. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” Zofeya Caldwell started laughing but soon stopped when Pauline’s next stroke hit home.

“Whack!”

“Two. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” The tears began to fall from her eyes and onto the beige carpet below.

“Whack!” Pauline caught the girl painfully in the crease between her right bum cheek and thigh.

“Three. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” Zofeya answered after a few moments as she sniffed and sobbed and wiped tears from her eyes.

“Whack!”

“Four. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” Again, she paused to sniff and brush her long hair out of the way.

“Whack!”

“Five. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” She squirmed but felt Pauline Manson using her left arm to push her further down into the woman’s patterned skirt.

“Whack!”

“Six. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks,” she replied after biting her lip to stop her shouting out with the pain.

“Whack!”

“Seven. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks,” she shook her head and eventually replied.

“Whack!”

“Eight. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” She kicked up her right foot and tried to escape from Pauline’s nasty paddle.

“Whack!”

“Nine. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks,” she struggled to reply.

“Whack!”

“Ten. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” She could feel more pressure in her bladder and hoped that she didn’t let go whilst she was over her neighbour’s lap.

“Whack!”

“Eleven. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.” She began to wish that she hadn’t asked Pauline to punish her.

“Whack!”

“Twelve. Thank you, Miss. I am Zofeya and I like to suck boys’ cocks.”

She continued to sob uncontrollably, and the tears had dropped onto the floor before her. Zofeya’s bottom was hot and almost numb. She felt Pauline Manson touching her bottom and the backs of her legs and found herself pushing her crotch further and further into the older lady’s silky blue and white patterned skirt. Miss Manson stroked the young girl’s long dark hair and patiently waited for Diane’s daughter to calm herself. As the eighteen-year-old settled down, Pauline smiled as she gently stroked the girl between her legs which Zofeya had opened during her punishment. She had noticed that the young lady’s vagina was neatly shaved and allowed herself to push a couple of fingers on her right hand deep inside, slowly touching and teasing her neighbour’s daughter.

After about ten minutes, the retired teacher removed her fingers and placed her hands on the girl’s back. She had calmed down and her breathing had returned to almost normal. Zofeya had enjoyed being soothed by the older woman but was aware that her bottom was extremely hot to the touch and that the backs of her legs were red and bruised.

“Up you get, dear. Stand in front of me,” Miss Manson instructed softly.

Zofeya Caldwell slowly and carefully got to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes before looking down at Pauline, who busied herself by ironing the creases from her blue and white patterned skirt. She ignored the fact that it was damp from having Zofeya across her knee and from her own juices beginning to flow from the experience.

Pauline got to her feet and walked to her coffee table where she replaced the small leather paddle and picked up her small, holed wooden paddle, which had been a gift from her first Head Mistress at the Grammar School. She looked at it carefully. It was about twelve inches in length and about half an inch thick. It had six small holes in it, equally spaced along the length of it and, from what Pauline remembered, it delivered quite a punch. Miss Manson playfully tapped it against the palm of her small right hand.

“Now, young lady. I want you to bend over the chair once again and grip the padded seat with both hands. Stick that bottom out.” She walked over to Diane’s daughter and waited.

The ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student sniffed but eventually positioned herself over the dining room chair, ensuring that she stuck her bottom out as far as she could. Miss Manson walked behind the girl and stood at her left-hand side. She placed her left arm around Zofeya’s waist and held her tightly into her blouse and skirt.

“Twelve quick smacks with my little favourite, dear. No need for you to count.” Pauline Manson thought about where she would land her swats and when she was satisfied, she tightened her grip on Zofeya Caldwell even more before quickly rapping out her dozen strokes with the small paddle.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

Diane Caldwell’s daughter struggled to take the wooden paddle. She squirmed and kicked her feet and tried everything she could in order to escape Pauline’s nasty little piece of wood. However, it was no use. Miss Manson was extremely experienced in administering spankings and used all her strength and experience to hold the eighteen-year-old in position until all twelve swats had been administered. She released her hold on the girl and walked back to her coffee table where she put down her paddle and picked up her red, size eleven, rubber-soled slipper. Again, she tapped this gently against the palm of her right hand as she walked the short distance to where Zofeya was still bent over her dining room chair.

“Move away from the chair and bend over and touch your toes, dear.” Pauline smiled as Zofeya stood up and followed her instructions.

She moved the dining chair out of the way and took up her position at the eighteen-year-old’s left-hand side before measuring the innocent-looking slipper out across the small bottom before her. Zofeya inhaled heavily. She knew that the slipper was far from innocent, especially in the right hand of her sweet-looking neighbour.

“Right, young lady. Eighteen smacks with my slipper and then we shall conclude your punishment for being naughty upstairs.” Pauline Manson tapped the large slipper gently against Zofeya’s vulnerable bottom.

“You will count and thank me for each smack and say, 'I’m sorry Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.' Do you understand me, young lady?” she continued.

“Yes, Miss.” Zofeya felt the tears building in her eyes once more as she realised that her punishment was going to continue.

A few moments later, Pauline Manson drew the slipper back in her right hand and brought it down hard across the centre of Zofeya’s small bottom. The slipper landed with a loud “thud!” The sound echoed around the living room.

“One. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl,” the eighteen-year-old answered, wincing with pain.

A few moments later, Pauline Manson took aim across Zofeya’s small bottom once more.

“Thud!”

The young lady swayed as the pain registered in her brain and it took her a few moments to compose herself and reply.

“Two. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

The sixty-nine-year-old teacher concentrated on landing her large, rubber-soled slipper across the fleshy centre of the bottom in front of her.

“Three. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl,” the ex-St. Katherine’s Girls’ Schoolgirl answered.

“Thud!”

The heavy, red slipper slapped Zofeya Caldwell solidly across the lower part of her buttocks and she tightened the grip that she had on the seat of the chair, breathing heavily and beginning to sniff and sob once more.

“Four. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

Pauline Manson concentrated her next half dozen smacks across the girl’s buttocks so that they each received three, no-nonsense swipes.

“Thud!”

“Five. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Six. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Seven. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Eight. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Nine. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Ten. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

Miss Manson paused and leaned in close to inspect her neighbour’s daughter’s bottom. It was bright red and her thighs and backs of legs were beginning to show slight signs of bruising; a darker shade of red was evident across the girl’s delicate thighs. The older lady touched Zofeya’s bottom gently, ensuring that she had touched every inch of the lovely bottom that lay bent over her dining room chair. Pauline smiled as she realised that the girl’s bottom was swollen in places, Zofeya announcing this as she gasped when the woman touched the red marks that had appeared across the creases in between her bottom and thighs.

Pauline Manson decided to conclude this part of the girl’s punishment quickly and re-took her position at Zofeya Caldwell’s left-hand side. This time, she leaned in close and wrapped her left arm around the girl in order to hold her securely in position. Over the next three minutes, the strict teacher administered those final eight smacks with the slipper to Zofeya, pausing only to allow the girl to thank her for each, painful smack.

“Thud!”

“Eleven. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Twelve. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Thirteen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Fourteen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Fifteen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Sixteen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Seventeen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

“Thud!”

“Eighteen. Thank you. I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I will be a good girl.”

The tears had long since restarted and Pauline Manson tried to ignore them as she released the girl from her left arm. She placed the slipper on the coffee table alongside her other implements and picked up her tan-coloured school strap and the black-handled dragon cane. She stared at Diane’s daughter, who remained holding onto the dining room chair and sobbing loudly. The sixty-nine-year-old woman waited for a few moments as the girl remained bent over her chair. Her long, dark hair had fallen down and covered her face, she was wiping tears away from her eyes and sniffing and crying.

“Well, young lady. Do you have anything that you would like to say to me before I conclude your punishment?” Pauline found herself staring at Zofeya’s small bottom and thinking about how much she would like to pleasure her neighbour’s daughter.

After a few more moments of sniffing and sobbing, Zofeya turned her head and faced Pauline.

“I’m sorry, Miss Manson. I lied so I could get spanked. I didn’t suck Abbie’s friend’s cock.” She shook her head.

Pauline smiled and walked over to where Zofeya Caldwell was still bent over, holding onto the dining room chair.

“I know you didn’t, Honey. Your mum texted me earlier and told me that.” She smiled before continuing.

“Now you are being punished for lying to me.”

The eighteen-year-old girl nodded.

“I think I will take you into my bedroom and we will finish your punishment there. I think six strokes with my strap and then six strokes with my cane will be sufficient. What do you think, dear?” Pauline gently stroked the girl’s back with her right hand.

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.” Zofeya really had not expected such a severe and prolonged spanking.

Pauline Manson deliberately ran her right hand down the girl’s back, across her bottom and continued until she gently touched her anus and then pussy lips.

“Right. Follow me and then I’ll get you cleaned up, young lady.” The older lady removed her fingers from Zofeya’s vagina and walked out of her living room, Zofeya following close behind.

Once they had climbed the stairs, Miss Manson headed to the third door along the landing and opened it, walking inside. Zofeya Caldwell followed her inside the bedroom and stood watching as her neighbour removed the pillows from her bed, piling them neatly at the bottom of the bed.

“Lie face down on my bed. Place your hips on the pillows, sweetie.” She smiled as she watched the girl follow her instructions.

As Diane’s daughter lay face down on the bed, Pauline took the chance to unbutton her navy blouse and untucked it from her skirt. She was sweating, due to her exertions and also due to the fact that she was so aroused. She lay the cane on her dressing table and walked around to the left-hand side of her double bed, looking down upon Zofeya who was lying there, head buried in her arms.

“Would you like a pillow to put your face in, young lady?” she asked softly.

Zofeya Caldwell nodded.

Miss Manson walked out of the bedroom and went into her spare bedroom next door, returning a few moments later with a pillow which she placed at the girl’s head. The eighteen-year-old looked up, grabbed it and buried her head deep in it.

“Right, dear. Six with my strap. No need to count. Just take them and don’t move, please.” The ex-History Mistress laid the inch-wide piece of tan leather across Zofeya’s small bottom and once satisfied, drew the two-foot-long leather strap back until it rested on her right shoulder. A second later she sent it flying through the air, announcing its arrival across the already sore bottom lying on the bed with a loud “crack!”

Zofeya buried her head deeper into the pillow and began crying uncontrollably. Pauline ignored her and decided to get the punishment completed quickly. The second stroke landed within thirty seconds of her first.

“Crack!”

Miss Manson smiled as she returned the nasty piece of leather to her right shoulder, paused for a few seconds before bringing it down once more across the centre of the small bottom that was lying helpless on her double bed.

“Crack!”

A pause for about a minute to allow the girl to recover before Pauline laid on the fourth stroke.

“Crack!”

The eighteen-year-old wriggled and squirmed and Miss Manson waited until she was still once more before delivering the next stroke.

“Crack!”

The nasty piece of leather caught the girl across the lower part of her bottom and top of her thighs. She squirmed but her sobs and sniffs were muffled by the pillow. Finally, after she had settled, Pauline placed the strap back over her right shoulder and paused before bringing her final stroke down. It landed expertly within millimetres of her previous one, across Zofeya Caldwell’s buttocks and thighs.

Pauline Manson ignored the sniffs and sobs coming from underneath the pillow and placed the strap on the bed, turning to her dressing table and picking up her dragon cane. She swished it through the air several times for effect before placing it across Zofeya’s red and sore bottom. She tapped it gently against the girl’s bottom as she spoke.

“Now, young lady. I am going to give you six strokes with the senior cane. They will be given hard and at full-force for your lies. There is no need to count or thank me. Just take them, sweetie, and then we’re done.”

The sixty-nine-year-old lady did not wait for a reply. She took aim across the fleshy centre of the girl’s bottom and rapped the six strokes out as quickly as possible, barely pausing in between strokes.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Pauline paused for a few moments, watching as the young lady sobbed and sniffed into her pillow. Her bottom had been well and truly punished. She laid her cane on the dressing table and smiled to herself.

“Wait there, dear, and I’ll go and get some cream and clean you up,” she said gently and turned and left the room.

Miss Manson headed downstairs and picked up her mobile phone before heading back upstairs and into her bathroom, where she brought a tube of cream from her cupboard and a clean towel. Zofeya Caldwell was still face down and sobbing into the pillow when she returned. Pauline placed the towel and cream on her bed and opened the camera on her mobile phone, taking four pictures of the well-spanked bottom that lay before her. She would send these to Diane as soon as she had sent her eighteen-year-old daughter home.

The older lady placed her phone on the dressing table next to her cane and picked up the tube of cream from her bed.

“Sit up, my dear, and I’ll clean you up.” She smiled as Zofeya struggled to get up from the bed but eventually knelt on the bed looking through tear-stained eyes at her dark-haired neighbour.

“I’ll put this towel down on the bed and then lie on it face down, lovely.” The ex-School Mistress laid the white towel down and smiled as Diane’s daughter returned to lying face down, face in the by now wet pillow.

The sixty-nine-year-old woman opened the tube of cream and squirted a handful into her small right hand. She closed the cap and threw it on the bed before sitting down on the bed next to the girl and began to slowly massage the cream into the small, battered and red bottom in front of her. After ten minutes, Pauline stopped. She had touched almost every inch of the beautiful bottom in front of her and began stroking the girl’s back and her long dark hair. The retired teacher smiled as she heard the young lady calm her breathing and soon it went from sobs and sniffs to deep breathing as she became increasingly aroused.

“Did you masturbate after I had punished you last time, Zofeya?” she whispered in Diane’s daughter’s left ear.

After a moment, Zofeya Caldwell turned her head to the left, looked at Pauline and smiled.

“I did, Miss. I couldn’t resist.” Pauline stroked the girl’s long hair.

The older lady quickly undid the final few buttons on her short-sleeved navy blouse and removed it, throwing it onto the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and undid her bra, which, again, she threw onto the floor. Zofeya sat up and looked at Pauline Manson’s small breasts and smiled as the older woman placed her hands on the eighteen-year-old’s own breasts.

“You have very nice breasts, sweetie," Pauline Manson said quietly as she began to touch and tease Zofeya’s small nipples.

“Thank you, Miss. Can I touch your breasts?” Diane’s daughter already had her hands on them.

“I’d like that.” The retired teacher leaned in and kissed the younger woman on her right breast before licking and sucking gently on her nipple. She repeated this on the girl’s left breast.

Soon, the eighteen-year-old collapsed onto her back on the bed and her older neighbour leaned over her. She continued to kiss her on her breasts before kissing her softly on the lips. The younger woman began to breathe heavily as she felt Pauline’s fingers slip inside her moist vagina. The sensation of feeling Pauline massage her pussy and clit soon made her orgasm. Miss Manson smiled as Zofeya’s screams of pleasure became louder and louder. She repeated this twice more before collapsing beside the younger woman on her bed.

Zofeya looked over at Pauline Manson and stroked her short, brown hair before kissing her softly on her lips.

“Can I give you an orgasm please, Miss?” the younger woman smiled.

Pauline awkwardly unzipped her long blue and white patterned skirt and slipped it off, before almost ripping her panties off. She lay back as Diane’s daughter kissed and licked her breasts. She then began kissing the older woman softly on the lips before touching and teasing her small breasts some more. After a while, Zofeya touched Pauline’s unshaven vagina and felt that she was moist. Within moments, the young woman had slipped her fingers inside and quickly brought the ex-School Mistress to a noisy climax.

Both Pauline and Zofeya lay in one another’s arms for a while before making their way downstairs and into the living room. Diane’s daughter dressed in her blouse and skirt and chatted with Pauline for a while over a cup of coffee. They kissed and touched one another some more before agreeing if Zofeya wanted her bottom smacked in future, that all she had to do was come and ask, and Miss Manson would oblige.

Zofeya had picked her mum up from work at 5pm that evening, and the journey had been spent mainly in silence. Diane was disgusted that her daughter had lied just to receive a spanking from their neighbour. She had to admit to herself though, that she had been impressed by Pauline’s handiwork from the photos that she had sent to her. Zofeya Caldwell had also been impressed by Pauline Manson’s handiwork. Not in terms of having her bottom spanked, but in terms of probably putting her vibrator out of work for the foreseeable future. She would definitely ask her quiet and unassuming neighbour for a spanking again.

As for Diane...

She ate her dinner quickly that evening before taking a long, hot shower. She spent an age fixing her hair and makeup before dressing in her knee-length grey skirt and white long-sleeved blouse. Ms. Caldwell picked up her keys and checked on her daughter, who was sitting awkwardly on the sofa, watching TV.

“Don’t wait up, sweetie. I’ve taken my keys.” She turned and headed into the hallway, before turning back and adding, “And don’t be inviting boys over so you can give them a blow job, or you know what will happen.” She laughed and headed out of the door for her meeting with the lady next door.