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Stephanie, Miss Jamieson, the school secretary pressed the intercom. “Hullo, Headmistress. Miss Curtis, the School Inspector, is here to see you.”
“Send her in please,” The Headmistress, Miss Simons, replied.
The School Inspector listened to the exchange and afterwards said curtly, “The meeting will take about an hour. Please hold everything else until I come back out.”
Miss Jamieson looked up at the School Inspector. She was surprised to find she was so young, and no more than twenty-five she assessed. She was dressed smartly in a suit with a dark blue single-breasted jacket and matching skirt with a hem to the knee, and was bare-legged and her dark brown hair was worn shoulder length.
“Of course, Miss Curtis,” Miss Jamieson replied, smiling at the Inspector.
Miss Curtis opened the door and walked straight in and saw the look of surprise on Miss Simons’ face as she was used no doubt to people knocking on the door before entering. She ignored the look and went straight to the desk, held out her hand, and said, “Hullo, Miss Simons. I’m Melissa Curtis.”
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Simons wasn’t flustered and also stood up, shook Miss Curtis by the hand, and beckoned her to sit down. “I’m Jennifer Simons,” she said by way of introduction.
Jenifer Simons was very much the alpha female with an authoritative demeanour that got her the respect of everyone at the sixth form college. As she looked at the Inspector there was a sense of recognition, and she asked, “Have we met before, Miss Curtis?”
Melissa kept a straight face when she replied, “Probably, at some schools event.”
“Of course, that must be it,” Miss Simons replied, still thinking she knew Miss Curtis from somewhere.
Melissa got out her pad and started running down various questions about the school. Miss Simons answered the questions which were as usual repetitive, but remained quiet though, as School Inspectors must be treated carefully, she knew, and even young ones like Miss Curtis. Maybe especially young ones like Miss Curtis, who she knew was just twenty-five-years-old, Miss Simons reflected.
Melissa finished the standard questions and then got out another piece of paper and said, “I now have to ask you about a complaint that has been received.”
Miss Simons froze as she wasn’t expecting a complaint.
Melissa looked at the Headmistress. Miss Simons was thirty-nine-years-old, and as usual wore a smart long-sleeved white blouse, a blue skirt, and blue stockings. Her hair was pulled back tightly. In fact, she was just as Melissa remembered her when she was in the sixth form. She was at the college for two years, leaving just before her eighteenth birthday to go to university. She, on the other hand, had since coloured her blonde hair dark brown and even her close friends were surprised just how different she looked after colouring her hair so it was no surprise that Miss Simons didn’t recognise her.
“The complaint, Miss Simons, is that you caned a student for stealing when in fact she had done nothing of the sort. This happened,” Melissa looked down at her paper, and continued, “Two weeks ago.”
Miss Simons blushed as she remembered the incident clearly. The girl, seventeen-year-old Carrie Horn, was accused by another girl of taking a scarf from her bag. The scarf was found in Carrie’s bag but she denied putting it there. She was sent to the Headmistress’s Study and after a few questions, Miss Simons decided Carrie had stolen the scarf and gave her six strokes of the cane there and then.
Miss Simons replied, still blushing, “I do remember, Miss Curtis. I questioned the girl and didn’t believe her answers and so caned her.”
Melissa looked down and then said, “Yes. Erm, six strokes, I believe.”
Miss Simons blushed. “That’s right. Six.”
Melissa pursed her lips and asked officiously, “Well, she didn’t steal the scarf, did she, Miss Simons?”
Miss Simons blushed again. “No. It was a prank and I fell for it.”
“Indeed you did, Miss Simons. Indeed you did,” Melissa said sternly. “The question is what we do about it.”
Miss Simons stayed silent, not sure if it was a question she was supposed to answer.
Melissa looked at her notes before looking back up and gazed steadily at Miss Simons before saying, “The fairest answer would be that Carrie Horn gives you the cane.”
Miss Simons gasped and covered her hand with her mouth. Only the other day she had read an article in the paper about an incident not too dissimilar to this in a private school where a student caned the Headmistress. Surely though it was a one–off?
Melissa asked, “Well, Miss Simons, shall we get Carrie Horn here now?”
Miss Simons panicked. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything but please don’t have a student cane me.”
Melissa allowed the panic to dwell for a while before suggesting, “I have an alternative.”
“Yes, anything, Miss Curtis,” Miss Simons pleaded.
Melissa replied keeping a straight face, “I will cane you, right now.”
Miss Simons licked her lips, not sure what to do. She was clearly unsettled by the discussion and different thoughts flooded her mind, like how could she face the students and staff if they knew a student had caned her? On the other hand, if the School Inspector caned her that may well stay within these walls.
What never crossed Miss Simons mind was whether Miss Curtis had the authority to cane her as she was too flustered to think that bit through.
“You know you deserve to be caned, don’t you, Miss Simons?” Melissa said pointedly.
Miss Simons resistance collapsed. “Yes,” she replied weakly.
Melissa pressed, “So, you agree to being caned?”
“Yes,” Miss Simons repeated.
“By Carrie Horn or by me?” Melissa demanded to know.
Miss Simons blushed again. “You please,” she said quietly looking at her desk squirming slightly in her chair as the thought of an impending stinging bottom sank in.
“Right then, I will,” Melissa said getting up and going to the cupboard that housed the canes.
Miss Simons was still too flustered to question how come Miss Curtis knew that was the correct cupboard as she was only thinking about the caning she was about to get.
The thing was, though, that being caned wasn’t the real issue for Miss Simons. She got caned, and spanked, regularly at home where she lived with her partner, Celia Marsh, who was sixty-two-years-old and very much a mother figure as well as being lovers and had a dom/sub relationship. The immediate concern was that Celia spanked and caned her two or three times a week and Miss Simons couldn’t remember if the cane marks from her last caning would have fully disappeared or not.
Melissa chose a hook-handled senior cane and brought it back to the desk. She looked at the distraught Headmistress and ordered, “Please stand-up Miss Simons. You can bend over and grab my chair.”
Miss Simons licked her lips as she stood up and walked round her desk and stood in front of the chair. She looked at Miss Curtis and asked, “How many?”
Melissa gave Miss Simons a hard stare and said sternly, “Address me as Miss Curtis, please.”
Melissa was immediately respectful and replied, “Oh, yes. Of course. I’m sorry. How many, Miss Curtis?”
Melissa looked at the Headmistress and was so enjoying the power she had over her which was so different to the last time she was standing in this Study, or bending more to the point, as she had got six strokes on the very last day she was at the school for playing a prank on one of the teachers. She took the teacher’s knickers from the changing room and the teacher spent all day at school without any knickers on, but when Melissa gave the teacher back her knickers at the end of the day the teacher didn’t see the funny side. So, ten minutes later Melissa was in the Headmistress’s Study bent over with her skirt raised and given six strokes of the cane over her knickers.
That was six years ago, back then Miss Simons was just a teacher, in fact, the very teacher who she played the prank on. Today she was the Headmistress, and today Melissa was going to get her revenge. It was just a harmless prank after all, Melissa always told herself.
Melissa said sternly, “Well, Miss Simons, you will get six strokes for giving that number incorrectly, plus three extras as a penalty.”
Melissa saw Miss Simons swallow hard, and smiled to herself with self-satisfaction.
In fact, Miss Simons took the information quite well as at home she was often given a dozen strokes and so nine were well within her capacity. The trouble was she was looking at Melissa Curtis and thinking she quite liked being told off by her. It was demeaning on the one hand but rather sexy on the other, particularly as she had come to terms with the fact she would be caned. Not just that, but caned by a woman so much younger than herself.
Miss Simons gasped as she watched Melissa take off her jacket and saw she was wearing a vest top underneath and looked so sexy as she swished the cane through the air with her bare well-toned arms. Miss Simons realised she was actually getting aroused by what was happening and was even more aroused by the next order from the young School Inspector.
Melissa ordered, “I’ll be caning you on your bare bottom as I think that is appropriate given your age.”
Miss Simons had no idea what her age had to do with it but knew she was caned on her bare bottom at home. Well, she was normally naked actually. However, the thought of taking her knickers down in front of this beautiful young lady aroused her further.
“Lift up your skirt and take down your knickers, Miss Simons,” Melissa ordered. After a moment she added in a threatening tone, “Unless you want me to do it for you.”
Miss Simons gasped. “Would you?” she replied, blushing and could feel the tingling in her pussy as she asked. It sounded so much sexier to have one’s knickers taken down for her, she thought.
Melissa quite liked the idea actually. “Bend over and grab the chair, and I’ll undress you then,” she said sternly.
Miss Simons bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair just as so many students had done on her command.
Melissa stood beside the now bent over Miss Simons and lifted her skirt up above her waist. She looked down at the older woman’s thighs and smiled as this was getting better by the moment. Once the skirt was above Miss Simons waist, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees, her cheek brushing Miss Simons bare bottom.
Miss Simons gasped as Melissa’s cheek brushed her bottom and stuck her bottom out hoping to catch her again. She didn’t, and felt disappointed.
Melissa looked down and saw Miss Simons was perfectly presented as her tummy was pushed down so her bottom was pushed upwards and her legs were nicely parted and so she had a very good view of Miss Simon’s pussy hair mound.
It was then Melissa saw it, the glistening reflection from Miss Simon’s pussy. Was it sweat, she wondered? Surely she wasn’t aroused by the thought of being caned, was she? Then she looked closely at Miss Simons bottom cheeks and wondered whether they were there the remnants of cane marks? They certainly looked like they might be, so maybe Miss Simons was aroused, she was now thinking?
Miss Simons was breathing deeply. This was a position she was in so often at home, and of course, her Celia would rub her bottom, and inner thighs, and brush her fingers along her soaking wet vagina. In fact, she was always wet by the time she bent over.
There was then a sudden horrific thought that reached Miss Simons’ mind. What if she were wet now? If she was, would Miss Curtis see? Quickly she moved her legs together, just in case.
“Get your legs apart, Miss Simons,” Melissa ordered, and as Miss Simons edged her legs apart Melissa slipped the cane between her thighs and whisked it from side to side. “Further,” she ordered until Miss Simons had her legs well apart again.
Melissa had a wicked thought just then. If Miss Simons was aroused then maybe she won’t mind her gently tapping the cane upwards? So, she eased the cane between Miss Simons’ thighs and ever so lightly tapped her on her vagina, and was shocked by the gasp the older woman gave as it was full of sexual emotion, she realised.
Miss Simons couldn’t stop the orgasm as the cane licked her vagina but covered up her emotion with a cough and hoped Miss Curtis hadn’t noticed the erotic gasp she gave.
Melissa smiled at the realisation that Miss Simons was really turned on by being caned and was sure that the cough covered an orgasmic squeak. So, without any further delays, she took up her position and tapped the cane on Miss Simons beckoning bare bottom. “Nine,” she said sternly.
“Yes, Miss,” Miss Simons replied not realising she had addressed Melissa like a teacher.
Melissa Curtis smiled again as she took aim, brought the cane back, and whipped it down for a hard cane stroke.
Miss Simons yelped as the cane bit into her bottom but she kept hold of the chair. She was used to being caned and the stroke wasn’t so very hard.
The second stroke was harder and Miss Simons yelped again. The third followed quickly and the stinging started to spread around her bottom.
Celia normally waited a few moments after the third stroke but Melissa didn’t. The fourth stroke drew another lovely red line across Miss Simons bottom and that was followed immediately by the fifth stroke that caused Miss Simons to yelp much louder than any of the previous strokes.
Melissa hadn’t realised just how much she was enjoying giving the cane. What started as revenge was quickly becoming erotic and she was breathing deeply as she landed the sixth stroke across Miss Simons red lined bottom. She suddenly realised it wasn’t only Miss Simons who was aroused and as she tapped the older woman’s bottom again, she ran her finger under her own skirt and along her knickers. To her utter surprise, her knickers were damp as she was getting seriously aroused herself.
Melissa raised the cane again and brought it down hard for the seventh stroke and delighted in again hearing Miss Simons yelp and saw the start of a tear run down her cheek. The eighth stroke had tears running down both Miss Simons cheeks and the ninth had her yelling out and crying.
Both women had counted and both knew the caning was over. Melissa put her hand on the small of Miss Simons back to make her stay bent over as she savoured the sight of the nine red lines and listened to the quiet weeping of the older woman and then gently rubbed Miss Simons bottom but anxiously wanted to know how aroused she was. So, her hand rubbed lower and lower until she was rubbing between Miss Simons legs, and, as Miss Simons made no attempt to move, Melissa quickly did a wide rubbing circle so her fingers ran along Miss Simons vagina lips. That was when Melissa knew Miss Simons was totally aroused.
Miss Simons felt Melissa’s fingers edging towards her vagina and knew the slightest touch would make her cum and casting caution aside she lifted her bottom up and, as the exploring fingers ran along her vagina, she let out a long low orgasmic gasp and knew there was no hiding that from the young lady.
Melissa heard the erotic gasp and ran her fingers back along Miss Simons vagina and heard another orgasmic gasp.
After a few moments Miss Simons realised what she had done and said to the seat of the chair, “Sorry.”
Melissa said urgently, “Stuff that, get up and do me.”
Miss Simons looked up and saw Melissa had yanked her knickers down and as she stood up her hand flew to the welcoming vagina of the young lady. They kissed passionately as Miss Simons fingers caressed Melissa’s vagina and quickly found her clit.
Seconds later Melissa was letting out her own orgasmic gasps as she came and then came again.
“Oh my,” Miss Simons gushed.
“Unbelievable,” Melissa cooed into Miss Simons ear as the two women hugged each other.
It was several moments before Melissa pulled herself away.
There was a momentary uneasiness between them but they both knew the other was equally aroused by what had happened. Even so they both got dressed and straightened themselves out before sitting down again, Miss Simons in her chair behind the desk and Melissa in the visitor’s chair.
“What happens now?” Melissa asked.
Miss Simons was back in Headmistress mode. “Well first, you should say the complaint has been dealt with.”
Melissa Curtis laughed. “It has at that.”
Miss Simons added, “I don’t mean that I got the cane. Just put a note on my file that I accepted it was a mistake and won’t make the same mistake again.”
“Oh right, yes of course,” Melissa replied more seriously. She then continued, “Erm, won’t your secretary have heard some of this?”
Miss Simons smiled as she replied, “If she asks then you will have to lie.”
“OK,” Melissa accepted, although thought that it won’t be easy but she will have to see what the secretary says.
Miss Simons added, “Oh, and I think we should meet again to review matters. I think at my house.” She knew Celia was going to be away next weekend so a liaison won’t be discovered.
“A very good idea, Miss Simons,” Melissa agreed. “Will you have a cane at home?”
Miss Simons replied, “I have several.”
Melissa packed her bag, got up, and held out her hand. “Thank you, Miss Simons,” she said half smiling.
“Thank you, Miss Curtis,” Miss Simons replied.
Melissa walked towards the door and, as she got there, she turned to find Miss Simons sitting clearly with one hand already between her legs. They smiled at each other as Melissa closed the door behind her.
Stephanie looked up and asked with a quizzical look, “It rather sounded like the cane was used?”
Melissa replied looking as contrite as she could, but lied as she replied, “It was, on me. I deserved it.”
“Oh dear,” Stephanie said. “How many strokes did Miss Simons give you?”
Melissa replied truthfully, “Nine.”
“Oh, right,” Stephanie said clearly picturing something in her mind, before asking, “Was it on the bare?”
Melissa lied again this time and said, “No, over my dress.” Melissa gave Stephanie a hard stare and added, “It has to be kept a secret though.”
“Of course,” Stephanie replied, knowing how she was used to keeping secrets about punishments in the Headmistress’s Study, including her own. Stephanie had been a student of Miss Simons until last year when she had finished, just after her eighteenth birthday, but because of a vacancy took over as school secretary.
The intercom sounded and Miss Simons said, “Hold my calls for fifteen minutes, Miss Jamieson.”
“Of course, Headmistress,” Stephanie replied, knowing what Miss Simons would be doing for the next quarter of an hour. She looked up sheepishly at Melissa and said, blushing, “She canes me as well for making mistakes, on my bare bottom. Sometimes it’s just a bare bottom spanking across her lap, or even just my bare legs smacked, which is why she makes me wear socks like the girl’s uniform, but I was a student of hers before working for her so I was already used to her discipline. Whichever punishment it is it she makes it really hard and she’s ever so strict, but it makes me do my work a lot better so it works very well.” Stephanie gave Melissa a smile which she intended to help her get over the humiliation of being caned at her age.
“Yes, she does take discipline very seriously,” Melissa said as she walked out of the office, smiling to herself, though, as she thought about how strict she was going to be with Miss Simons when she went to see her at her house. Smacking her legs, spanking her bare bottom, and the cane, all sounded perfect to her.
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