Miss Marks The New Head Mistress: The School Secretary's Secret Spanking Desires Part One free porn video

“If you don’t ask – you don’t get.”

That’s what Amber Fox, Amelia Marks’ secretary, kept telling herself.

The thirty-two-year-old woman with the flowing red hair had been unable to get the experience of watching Amelia Marks caning those two naughty Year Eleven girls in her office out of her head. It had been a couple of weeks since Miss Marks had punished Emily Richardson and Chloe Williams in her office and a couple of weeks since she had invited her secretary to witness the girls’ punishment. Amber Fox had heard the sounds of punishment coming from both Amelia’s and Melanie Edwards’, her Deputy Head Mistress, offices on numerous occasions and it fascinated her. Seeing those two girls having their bare bottoms punished had been so arousing for the quiet and conscientious secretary.

She had found herself thinking about being punished constantly. On the occasions she had heard Amelia or Melanie punishing misbehaving girls in their offices since that day, Amber had got turned on and felt her knickers growing increasingly wet. The red-haired woman had masturbated more than usual and began to feel that it was taking over her life. She needed to deal with it. After another sleepless night, she decided to ask Amelia, the quiet, but no-nonsense, Head Mistress if she would give her an introduction to what it was like to be punished.

Amber had been Miss Marks’ secretary over four years and had a good relationship with her. Perhaps she should send her boss an email and tell her how she was feeling? Amelia was sure to understand and not just dismiss her interest or think it silly. As the red-haired woman was daydreaming of being treated like a naughty schoolgirl by Amelia Marks, she was rudely shaken from her thoughts by the dark-haired woman.

“Amber?” Amelia Marks smiled as she leaned over the high reception desk behind which Amber Fox sat on her swivel chair.

It took the thirty-two-year-old a few moments to realise that Amelia was speaking to her and shook herself from her dream.

“Oh. Sorry, Head Mistress.” She smiled awkwardly and tried to focus on her boss who was smiling at her.

“Can I have the Punishment Book, please?” Miss Marks ran her small right hand through her dark hair.

Amber smiled and quickly reached down and pulled the top right-hand drawer of her desk open. She removed the A4-sized hardback book and held it out for Amelia, who nodded as she took it in her small right hand. Just as she was about to speak, Mrs. Ambrose, one of Amelia’s Assistant Head Mistresses, walked into the reception area with two girls. The young secretary recognised both girls. They were regular visitors to Miss Marks’ or Mrs. Edwards’ offices. Both had spent many moments sitting on the leather sofas across from Amber’s desk, waiting for Amelia or Melanie to call them into their office to receive their punishments.

The taller, dark-skinned girl with her long hair in braids, Charmaine Ellison, usually shouted and cried uncontrollably during the canings that she had received in the past. The other girl, the shorter blonde-haired Molly Ansell, tended to be quieter, although on more than one occasion, she had cried almost as soon as the first stroke of the cane had connected with her bare bottom. Amber Fox watched as Miss Marks turned her attention to Mrs. Ambrose and the girls.

“Take them straight in, Miss, and I’ll be with you in a moment.” She continued to stare at the two girls, who stood next to the teacher, both with their heads bowed, focusing their attention on their shiny black school shoes.

“Yes, Head Mistress.” Sally Ambrose watched the two Year Eleven girls take the few steps across reception until they entered Amelia’s office before following them inside.

“Can you hold any calls for the next twenty minutes or so, please?” Amelia exhaled heavily and smiled.

The thirty-two-year-old secretary nodded and slowly closed the desk drawer with her right hand before answering.

“Of course.” She smiled and watched Amelia turn and enter her office. She closed the door quietly behind her.

Not long now, Amber Fox thought to herself as she awaited the sounds of punishment to begin.

Within ten minutes, the sounds of Amelia Marks’ small, but extremely hard, right hand connecting with the bare skin of the two naughty girls’ bottoms could be heard in reception. This was followed by the slipper – the noise it made and the shouts and cries of the girls becoming even louder as they echoed around the large reception area. Next, it was the school strap and then finally, the cane. Miss Fox concentrated on counting the number of strokes each girl was receiving.

“Twelve?” The red-haired secretary smiled as she thought about what the girls had done in order to receive that amount.

She would have to take a sneaky look in the Punishment Book once Amelia returned it to her once she was finished. The sounds of the cane swishing through the air and then the sound it made as it landed against the girls’ bottoms and the girls’ shouts and cries, really was too much. Amber Fox could feel how wet she was between the legs and she fought the urge to slip her hands inside her trousers and touch herself.

At that moment, her phone rang, and she answered. The conversation took her mind off what may be happening in the Head Mistress’ office and she was just ending the call several minutes later when Amelia’s office door opened and the two very tearful and obviously sore girls emerged, hurrying out of reception and to the bathroom to clean themselves up. Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Ambrose left the Head Mistress’ office and smiled at Amber, who nodded back. The secretary was daydreaming again when her phone rang again. She answered on the third ring.

“Amber, can you come into my office for a moment, please? I need you to chase a few things up for me if you don’t mind,” Amelia asked.

The young secretary was fighting the urge to touch herself under her desk.

“Certainly, Head Mistress.” She licked her lips as Amelia ended the call and she put the receiver down.

Amber Fox picked up a notepad and pen and pushed her swivel chair back and away from her desk. She got to her feet and walked out from around the large reception desk and took the few steps across reception until she was standing outside Miss Marks’ office. She knocked gently on the door and turned the door handle, pushing the door open. She walked in, closed the door quietly behind her and looked at Amelia, who was sitting in her leather chair behind her large desk.

The red-haired woman smiled as she noticed the spanking tools that had been used earlier still lying on the table on the right-hand side of the large office.

Maybe she should just come out with it right now and take Miss Marks by surprise. She could feel the dampness continuing to grow in her knickers.

The Head Mistress noticed the younger woman looking across at the plimsoll, Amelia’s thick leather strap and, most intriguingly for Amber, Miss Marks’ senior school cane.

“Sorry if I made too much noise earlier on, Amber,” Miss Marks laughed as her secretary returned her full attention to her.

“Oh no, Head Mistress. Sorry,” she replied, flustered.

Amelia smiled and then outlined what she wanted the red-haired woman to do for her that morning. Again, Miss Fox couldn’t help but take the odd quick glance over at the Head Mistress’ spanking tools on the table.

“I need you to do the letters for the Parents’ Association’s dinner next month, then Miss Wenham needs a letter about the senior girls’ music trip to Berlin. I need you to ask these candidates to come for the languages interview and then send out the details and finally, Charlotte asked if you could order these things for her to get here as soon as possible.” The Head Mistress handed the pile of papers to Amber, who took them and held them into her chest.

“I’ll get onto them right away, Head Mistress,” she answered quietly, still thinking about whether or not to ask Amelia if she would punish her.

“Thank you, Amber. Like I’ve said since you became my secretary, I don’t know what I would do without you or how this school would actually work.” She smiled as she got up from her leather chair.

As Amelia looked down at her desk, she noticed the large hard-backed Punishment Book lying there and picked it up.

“Oops. Almost forgot to give this back to you.” The shorter woman held it out to Amber, who stood four inches taller than her boss.

The secretary took the book and added it to the pile before holding everything against her chest.

“I’ll get on with all this straight away and leave the letters with Mrs. Edwards and Miss Wenham and they can then pass them on to the girls. Once I’ve done the things for the interview, I’ll email it over to you and I’ll get one of the other girls in the office to order Charlotte’s things.”

The red-haired secretary turned to leave and took a few steps towards the door when she stopped and paused.

Miss Marks had returned to her desk and had sat down, taking a few moments to realise that Amber Fox was still stood there.

“Is there something else, Amber?” She smiled and rested her chin in her hands on her desk.

The younger woman stood there in silence for a moment before she turned back to face the Head Mistress once again. She thought about what she would say and hoped that it would come out correctly. She slowly opened her mouth.

“Well, yes,” Amber replied hesitantly.

Miss Marks remained unmoved, chin resting in her hands on the desk, staring at the younger woman.

“Oh. What is it?” She slowly sat back in her leather chair.

The thirty-two-year-old secretary paused for a moment and tightened the grip that she had on the papers. She struggled to find the correct way to phrase what she wanted to say. In the end, she simply spat it out.

“Head Mistress, I have heard you punishing the girls on numerous occasions and I really would like to find out what a punishment from you really feels like.”

Amelia Marks showed very little emotion and simply sat and allowed Amber to continue.

“I mean, I know you let me witness a punishment the other week, but I really would like to actually feel what a punishment is really like.” Amber Fox nervously shuffled on her feet as she stood in front of Amelia’s desk and gripped her papers to her chest even tighter.

Miss Marks sat there in silence. She had no idea if she was shocked by her secretary’s request or whether she just needed some time to think things over.

“Hmm,” Amelia replied after a few moments.

Her secretary nervously used her right hand to brush her flowing long red hair behind her ears, looking at the floor as she had seen the naughty girls do on countless occasions as they waited for Amelia, or her Deputy, Melanie Edwards, to call them into their offices.

“Take a seat, Amber.” Miss Marks pointed with her right hand to her visitor’s chair that was on the opposite side of her desk.

Her secretary slowly, and carefully, sat down on the leather chair and smiled nervously at the dark-haired Head Mistress.

“Let me get this clear in my head, Amber. You wish to experience and feel what a punishment is like from me?” Amelia began toying with the top button on her light blue blouse.

“Yes, Miss Marks,” Amber Fox replied quietly.

Amelia Marks took a few deep breaths before continuing, not taking her eyes from the younger secretary for a moment.

“And why do you feel a need to be punished?” She stared across her desk at the younger woman.

Amber Fox shuffled around awkwardly in the chair.

“I just can’t get the experience of seeing the girls being punished a few weeks ago out of my head and hearing Melanie or yourself punishing them makes me want to feel what it is actually like too,” she explained honestly, before hastily adding, “You probably think I’m weird. Sorry.”

Amelia unintentionally laughed loudly but quickly stopped herself.

“I don’t find it weird in the slightest, but it does come as a shock to me. How would you like me to punish you?” she asked.

Miss Marks’ secretary looked across to the table at the right-hand side of the office and focused upon the implements.

“I’d like to be punished exactly in the same way as you dealt with Chloe and Emily,” she smiled.

The dark-haired Head Mistress nodded.

“And how were they punished, Amber?” she asked

“You spanked them on their bare bottoms with your hand while they were lying over your knees, then you smacked them with a brush and a small leather paddle, then the slipper and then the senior girls’ cane.” She immediately stared across at Amelia’s white-handled cane which was lying on the table.

Miss Marks got up from her chair and took the few short steps over to her table where she picked up her cane with her right hand. She had already made her mind up to give Amber Fox what she was asking for.

“Very well, Amber. I find it a little difficult, but I would not want to disappoint you, or let you down after all you have done for me over the years, so I will punish you.” Amelia replaced the cane in the vase next to the window and came and sat on the edge of her desk close to where Miss Fox was sat.

“I can’t and won’t do it here, but why don’t we give it a few days to see if you really want a punishment? If you still feel the same, you can come over to my house on Friday or Saturday evening and I will give you exactly what Chloe Williams and Emily Richardson received. How’s that, Dear?” Miss Marks resisted the urge to touch her secretary’s knee.

“That would be great, Miss Marks. Thank you.” She got to her feet and smiled as she walked over to the door.

“I think if you want to do this that we do it properly, Amber. That means that when you come to my house that you will change into a school uniform and you will be punished exactly like Chloe and Emily were. What do you say?” The Head Mistress stood up and returned to her seat behind the desk.

“Yes, Miss Marks. That would be fine.” Amber licked her lips.

“Good. Then you can think about this for the rest of the week and then give me your answer by Friday morning. If you do choose to be punished I will warn you now Amber that you will receive your punishment at full-force and receive no sympathy from me – just like the girls receive none from me. Is that understood?” Amelia asked in her stern teacherly tone.

Amber Fox nodded and opened the office door.

“Yes, Miss Marks. Thank you, Miss Marks,” she replied hurriedly.

The two women smiled at one another before Amber left the room, closing the door quietly behind her and returning to her desk.

The next two days passed uneventfully for the school secretary. She kept herself busy and tried to avoid thinking about being punished by Miss Marks. This was easier said than done as she couldn’t help but daydream about the short, dark-haired Head Mistress and how attractive she actually was. Also, the sounds of the seven punishments that she had heard coming from either Amelia’s, or Melanie Edwards’ offices during those two days, had made her even more determined to go through with it.

Eventually, it was the end of the school day on Thursday, and Amber knew that she would have to tell Amelia Marks if she still wanted to be punished. Her phone rang shortly after the alarm had sounded to signal the end of lessons for the day. She picked the receiver up on the second ring.

“Amber. Can you come into my office for a moment, please?” Miss Marks asked in her quiet way.

The young secretary immediately felt the dampness between her legs at the thought and unintentionally squirmed around on her swivel chair.

“Certainly, Head Mistress,” she replied calmly before replacing the receiver.

Amber Fox pushed her chair back and quickly checked her appearance before walking out from behind her desk and across the reception area until she reached Miss Marks’ office door. She knocked quietly with her left hand before opening the door with her right and slowly pushing the door open. Once inside Amelia’s large office, she closed the door behind her and then took a few steps until she was standing in front of the woman’s desk. Amelia Marks finished typing something on her computer before she looked up and smiled at her secretary with the long, red hair.

“So, Amber. I thought seen as you’ve had a couple of days to think about things, that we should have your answer today?” Amelia smiled and indicated for the younger woman to sit down.

Amber Fox smiled and carefully lowered herself into the Head Mistress’ visitors’ chair.

“Yes, Head Mistress.” Miss Fox began to play nervously with her hands.

Amelia Marks licked her lips.

“Well, what’s it to be? Do you really want to experience what it feels like to be punished by me, Amber – or have you decided that it won’t be necessary?” The dark-haired woman reached over her desk and pulled a notepad closer to her. She picked up her pen and began writing.

The secretary remained silent for a few moments. She thought to herself but knew that her decision had already been made.

“I’d still like to feel what a punishment really feels like, Miss Marks,” she spoke quietly.

“If you are still happy to do it, that is, Head Mistress,” she added quickly.

The dark-haired woman smiled, finished what she was writing and tore off the top sheet from her pad before placing her pen back on the desk.

“Mmmm,” Amelia replied.

The older woman looked across at Amber Fox and smiled before continuing.

“Very well, young lady. Are you free tomorrow evening?” Miss Marks stared at her.

“I think there is no sense in putting this off if you’re set on it, Amber.” She brushed her left hand through her dark hair.

Amber Fox nodded.

“No, Head Mistress. There isn’t any sense in that. I am free tomorrow.”

The smile on the older woman’s face grew wider as she held the piece of paper out in her right hand.

“Right then. I’ll expect you at about 6:30pm if that’s okay with you. Once you have arrived, we shall begin almost immediately – no sense delaying the inevitable, is there?” she laughed before continuing.

“You will change into your uniform on arrival and then I will show you what a punishment from me is really like, young lady. You will receive exactly what Chloe and Emily received and I will not stop until I have given you everything they received – if you’re not sure what they got, why don’t you go and have a little look in the Punishment Book?” Amelia continued, knowing that Amber always looked at what members of staff had entered in the book.

Miss Fox nodded and blushed. She had no idea that the Head Mistress knew about her reading the entries in the Punishment Book which was kept in the top right-hand drawer of her desk in reception.

“Yes, Head Mistress.” Amber Fox knew exactly what was coming her way that following evening.

“Take this – it is my home address and do not be late, otherwise, I may just have to give you an additional punishment,” Miss Marks smiled as her secretary took the piece of paper.

"Thank you, Miss,” Miss Fox answered and got to her feet. She smiled nervously at Amelia before turning and leaving her office.

The following day, Friday, passed in absolutely no time at all. Amber had arrived at work earlier than usual that morning and had headed straight for the lost property room where she had carefully selected her Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College uniform. She quickly placed the blazer, skirt and short-sleeved light blue blouse into her bag and had locked up before returning to her desk. As the day went by, Amber couldn’t help but constantly look at her bag containing the school uniform. She was aware that her knickers were damp from the thought and this was not helped by the sounds of Melanie Edwards punishing three girls in her office that day.

Once Amber Fox had returned home after 4pm that day, she took a long, hot shower before making dinner, which she ate far too quickly. Next, she dressed and then sorted her hair and appearance, and once it was as perfect as possible, she sat in the living room, staring at her bag in which she had placed her school uniform. At 5.45pm, she got up from the sofa and checked that everything in her house had been turned off. Once satisfied, she picked up her bag and her handbag and walked out into the dark evening. Amber locked the front door behind her and unlocked her car. She placed her bags on the passenger seat and then checked her appearance in the rearview mirror. It was still perfect.

After a few more minutes, the thirty-two-year-old turned the keys and smiled as the engine came to life. She took a deep breath and carefully pulled out of her driveway and headed towards Amelia Marks’ home. She had no need for her Sat Nav – she knew exactly where her boss lived. Despite having driven slowly, Amber Fox pulled up outside Miss Marks’ house in the upmarket part of the city about three minutes later. Miss Fox laughed as, although they only lived a short distance apart, their homes were so different. Amelia lived in the quiet, suburban part of the city, whereas Amber lived on the edge of a pretty rough council estate.

The young secretary pulled up just past Amelia’s driveway, where the older woman’s dark Mercedes was parked. Miss Fox could see that the lights were on inside the house and she smiled nervously. She spent a moment or two re-checking her make up in the rearview mirror before she reached across and took her bags from the passenger seat. The red-haired woman opened the driver’s side door and eased herself out of her car, closing the door quietly and locking it with her key fob which she returned to her handbag. Amelia’s secretary then slowly made her way to the front door and pressed the doorbell with the index finger on her left hand.

Eventually she could see a shape walking down the hallway and towards the front door. Then the sound of a key unlocking the door was followed by the heavy wooden front door being opened and there stood Amelia, hair still tied up in a bun, appearance absolutely immaculate in her long-sleeved white cotton blouse and knee-length black skirt. Once the older woman saw Amber standing there with her bags in hand, she smiled and stepped back from the doorway.

“Glad you found me so easily, young lady. Won’t you come in and we can get this issue dealt with?” She took several more steps back down the hallway and watched as her secretary stepped inside and closed the front door gently behind her.

“Thank you, Head Mistress,” Amber Fox smiled uneasily as she looked around the hallway.

“Right. Like we discussed yesterday, young lady, get yourself up those stairs and go into the bedroom that has the door open. Get yourself changed into your school uniform and then come and join me in the living room. Be quick about it or I’ll really make you sorry. Do you understand?” Miss Marks was back in work mode.

Miss Fox nodded and nervously climbed the stairs, ignoring the noise of Amelia locking the front door with her keys. Once inside Miss Marks’ spare bedroom, she wasted no time in throwing her bags onto the bed and pulling her uniform out. She breathed heavily as she unbuttoned the blouse before she stripped out of her clothes and dressed in the predominantly light grey Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College uniform. Amber smiled as she felt that the clothes fit her perfectly. Finally, she slipped on a pair of flat, black school-type shoes and slowly made her way back downstairs. When she entered Amelia’s large living room, the Head Mistress was already sitting on her expensive-looking sofa – waiting.

Amber Fox smiled uneasily at her boss as her eyes immediately noticed the implements laid out neatly on the coffee table in front of Miss Marks.

“Just like Chloe and Emily, young lady,” the Head Mistress spoke softly as she looked up at the woman with the long, red hair.

Amelia Marks sat watching the younger woman for a few moments in silence before she finally got to her feet. She deliberately pushed her chest out, allowing Amber to see her small breasts standing out proudly under the expensive blouse that she wore. Miss Marks ran her hands down her blouse and her skirt, ironing out any creases, before placing her hands on her hips and focusing totally on the task ahead of her.

“Right, Amber. You have asked me to show you exactly what a punishment from me is like – is that correct?” The dark-haired Head Mistress paused.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I want to find out what it is like to be spanked like the girls.” Miss Fox could feel the dampness building between her legs at the thought of what was about to happen to her.

Amelia smiled and unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse and slowly, and carefully, rolled them up.

“Very well. I will give you one final chance to decide whether or not you wish to be punished by me tonight. Are you sure that you want me to smack your bottom? Think carefully because I will smack you as hard as I smack and cane the girls? Are you sure that you want your bottom smacked?” She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse as she waited for an answer.

“Please, Miss, I would like to be spanked to find out what it really feels like. I want to be treated like a naughty girl.” Amber Fox pushed her long red hair behind her ears and looked down at the carpeted floor.

Miss Marks tutted and moved to within inches of her.

“Naughty, naughty girl, Amber. I don’t want to have to punish you like this, but if you insist upon it, then I feel it is my duty to ensure that you leave here this evening having been thoroughly punished and hopefully having been put off ever wanting a repeat. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Miss Marks snapped.

Her red-haired secretary nodded frantically.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I’m sorry, Miss Marks,” she spat out in a panic.

Amelia reached over and stroked the younger woman’s red hair with both hands and smiled as she ran her hands down the grey school blazer that Amber was wearing.

“You will be very sorry by the time I’m through with you tonight.” She smiled as she walked away and sat on the sofa.

“You know the routine – blazer, skirt, knickers and tights off – place them on the armchair over there and then come and stand here,” Amelia indicated with her small right hand.

Miss Fox smiled nervously and immediately began to remove her school uniform. First, she slipped her arms out of the blazer before folding it and placing it over the arm of the chair across from where Amelia was watching her undress. She kicked off her flat black shoes and then unzipped the grey skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor before stepping out of it. Amber bent down and picked it up and folded it before placing it on top of the blazer. After a short hesitation, the red-haired woman slipped down her navy tights and carefully stepped out of them, again, placing them on the pile of clothing. Finally, she placed both hands down the sides of her navy school knickers and pushed them down, stepping out of them carefully once they had hit the carpeted floor.

Once Amber had picked her knickers up and folded them and left them on top of her other clothing on the armchair, she took the few steps over to Amelia, until she was standing to the older woman’s right-hand side, looking down upon her.

“Well, naughty girl. I think that you need to lie over my knee – place your arms on the arm of the sofa and you may use a cushion to cover your face if you wish. Lift your legs and rest them on the other arm of the sofa. Am I making myself clear, girl?” Miss Marks asked sternly.

The thirty-two-year-old school secretary simply nodded and carefully reached across before lowering herself down, feeling her crotch touching Amelia’s knee-length skirt. She reached across and took hold of one of the white cushions and gently held it to her face. Out of her sight, Amelia lifted the woman’s legs so that they rested on the other arm of her sofa before she placed both of her small hands on the younger woman’s back that was still covered by the light blue school blouse.

“Right, Amber Fox. You know what is coming your way tonight – I’m going to smack your bottom with my hand, then the clothes brush, the leather paddle, the slipper and then finally the cane – twelve strokes just like Chloe and Emily received. Are you ready to begin?” Miss Marks moved her right hand to the woman’s bare bottom and began gently running her fingers over her bum cheeks.

The feeling made Miss Fox gasp. She found it seriously arousing but also worried that it may make her bladder let go. There was no way that she wanted to piss all over Amelia. She tried to take her mind off the sensation.

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss Marks, for asking you to punish me,” she purred and returned her face to the cushion.

The dark-haired forty-two-year-old Head Mistress removed her left hand from Amber’s lower back for a moment in order to push her small, round glasses back to the top of her nose. Once satisfied, she replaced her small left hand flat on the woman’s lower back and gently pushed her further down into her lap. She smiled as this made her secretary’s fleshy bottom rise slightly. Amelia continued to rub Amber Fox’s bottom gently with her right hand, licking her lips as she felt the red-haired woman push her crotch further into Amelia’s black-skirted knees.

“Very well, young lady. We shall begin and be warned, Amber Fox – I am not going to stop until you have been thoroughly punished, just like Chloe and Emily. Not even if you are crying or begging me. If you want to find out what a spanking from me is like, then a spanking you will receive and it will be a spanking that you remember for a very, very long time.” Miss Marks took a deep breath and raised her small right hand in the air.

“Naughty, naughty girl!” she hissed.

Amelia brought her hand down a moment later across the fleshy centre of Miss Fox’s bottom. She smiled as the “Slap!” it made echoed around her large living room. The young Head Mistress licked her lips once again as she watched her secretary’s bum cheeks wobble and then return to their original position. Amber Fox felt the first blow from Miss Marks’ hand, and it had not been as bad as she had been expecting but knew that it was just the beginning. She pushed her face deeper into the white cushion and took a deep breath in anticipation of the onslaught that was about to be unleashed against her backside. She did not have long to wait until Amelia Marks began her work.

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

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

The Head Mistress began by laying out a dozen, slow, relatively light smacks with her hand across the centre of her secretary’s fleshy buttocks. Amelia said nothing as she watched Amber moving her legs as the sensation registered in her brain.

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

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

After a moment’s pause, Amelia Marks repeated the treatment, this time, slapping Amber slightly lower down to ensure that she covered every inch of the younger woman’s fleshy bottom. Again, Miss Fox showed very little reaction, simply wriggling around slightly on Amelia’s knees but she was going nowhere. The Head Mistress pushed down firmly with her left hand and returned to the task in hand.

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

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

Again, a dozen smacks kissed the young secretary’s bottom and Miss Marks smiled to herself as she could see that the red-haired woman was beginning to feel them. Amber pushed her head deeper into the cushion and her long, red hair flopped down to the right-hand side. Miss Marks could also see that the woman’s bottom was starting to turn a bright shade of pink where her hand had visited. The Head Mistress couldn’t resist giving Amber’s bottom a gentle rub and she laughed as the younger woman moved around on her knees as she felt her boss’s fingernails touching her warm bottom.

“Just a little rub, even if you don’t really deserve it, you naughty, naughty girl,” Amelia Marks whispered before raising her right hand in the air once more.

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

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

This time, Miss Marks did not hold back. She unleashed a dozen full-force and painful smacks across Amber’s lower buttocks, slowly, and deliberately, administering them equally against each bum cheek. Amelia felt her secretary squirming about and slipped her left arm around the woman’s waist. She held her tightly against her white blouse and black skirt and laughed.

“Oh no, Amber. No escape from the spanking that YOU asked for.” Miss Marks smiled as she continued to smack Miss Fox’s bottom at regular intervals.

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

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

The experienced disciplinarian held the younger woman tightly as her small right hand connected with the lower part of her bottom. Amelia could hear that her secretary was sobbing into the cushion and any words coming from her mouth were muffled by the cushion which she held onto for dear life. Miss Marks smiled as she could see the colour of the red-haired woman’s bottom. Whereas it had been an extremely pale shade to begin with, it was now an impressive mixture of deep reds and bright pinks where the Head Mistress’ small right hand had kissed it. To conclude the first part of Amber’s punishment, Miss Marks deliberately took aim against the backs of the woman’s legs and slowly, and painfully, laid out three slaps across each. The dark-haired Head Mistress smiled as she admired the hand prints that she had imprinted with her seriously hard hand.

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

Amber Fox was openly sobbing and sniffing into the white cushion which she held to her face. She was regretting asking to be spanked but also was so aroused by it all – being made to dress in a school uniform and being treated like a naughty girl. The red-haired woman pushed herself against Amelia’s knees and waited for her punishment to resume.

After a few minutes of rubbing the younger woman’s red and sore bottom, Miss Marks removed her left arm from around her secretary’s waist and leaned across to her coffee table where she picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush in with her right hand. Amelia carefully replaced her left arm around Amber Fox’s waist and adjusted her position – pulling the woman with the flowing red hair into her white blouse and black skirt, which had risen up, revealing her light blue knickers.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re aware, young lady, you are going to receive twenty-four smacks with my nasty little clothes brush just like Chloe and Emily did.” Miss Marks playfully brushed Amber’s long red hair before laying it against her already hot and burning bottom.

“Be warned, young lady. They will hurt but please remember that you did ask me for this, you naughty girl. Perhaps after all this is over and done with, then you will be cured of your fascination with being spanked.” Amelia raised the small clothes brush in her right hand and paused before quickly laying out those first six smacks.

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

Amber Fox certainly felt them. And, just as the Head Mistress had promised, they hurt like hell. She struggled and squirmed for all she was worth and was crying her heart out into the damp cushion which she held onto for dear life. However, she could feel how aroused and damp she was from being over Miss Marks’ lap and tried to take her mind off the pain in her bottom by dreaming about the shorter, older, dark-haired woman.

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

Miss Marks expertly laid out the next set of smacks with her brush slowly, and alternately against Amber’s buttocks, smiling as the young secretary wriggled and squirmed in a vain attempt to avoid the nasty little ebony-backed brush.

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

The not-so-innocent looking clothes brush had quickly turned Amber Fox’s bottom a dark shade of red and the heat coming from it was intense. The Head Mistress smiled and took a deep breath before returning to the task in hand. She quickly rapped out the next half a dozen swipes with her brush, this time concentrating upon the woman’s lower bum cheeks, each of which, received three full-force whacks.

Miss Marks paused and listened to her young secretary, who was crying and sniffing into the cushion. She had struggled and squirmed, but Amelia had simply adjusted her position and pulled the woman further against her blouse and skirt and held her tightly. There would be no escape from the punishment she had so desperately wanted to find out about. The young Head Mistress smiled and took aim once more, this time, she landed her final six smacks with the brush against the creases in between Amber’s lower buttocks and thighs. Amelia knew that this would drive her message home and also, serve as a lasting reminder to her secretary just how painful a punishment could be from her.

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

Just as she had done after concluding Amber’s hand spanking, Amelia Marks brought her left arm out from under the younger woman’s waist and placed it flat on her lower back. The disciplinarian placed her clothes brush down on the sofa and returned to rubbing her secretary’s red, hot and bruised bottom and thighs with her small right hand. She tried to soothe Miss Fox, who was sobbing and sniffing for all she was worth into the cushion.

“Ssshh, Amber,” Miss Marks spoke softly, all the time running her fingernails across the younger woman’s sore backside.

“You’re doing really well for someone who has never been punished before, but you know that we still have lots more to come.”

With her last statement, that the woman’s punishment was far from finished, Miss Fox began crying loudly into her cushion.

“There, there, sweetie. Sssshhhhh. This is what happens to naughty girls and you have been very, very naughty, Amber.” Amelia brushed the woman’s red hair with her left hand while rubbing her bottom gently with her right hand.

After a few minutes, Miss Marks stopped rubbing the younger woman’s hot bottom and reached across to her coffee table once more. She picked up her small, tan-coloured, oval-headed leather spanking paddle. This was one of her favourite tools of punishment as it allowed her to spank her naughty girls over her knee and despite its size, it packed quite a punch. A bit like Amelia Marks herself.

“Now just like Chloe and Emily, it’s time for twenty-four smacks with my paddle, young lady,” she announced softly.

Once more, the Head Mistress slipped her left arm under Amber’s stomach and pulled the younger woman into her blouse, its cold buttons touching the red-haired woman’s bare skin. The forty-two-year-old Head Mistress took careful aim and over the next five minutes or so, laid two dozen full-force and painful swats with the nasty piece of leather across the younger woman’s bright red bottom.

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

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

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

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

Miss Fox continued to cry and sob into the cushion, but she wasn’t feeling totally sorry for asking her boss to punish her. She felt so turned on by the whole experience. She could feel her juices flowing and would definitely have to take care of herself once she arrived home later that evening. Out of her sight, she felt Amelia remove her left arm once more and then the soothing feeling of the woman’s small right hand rubbing her extremely sore and warm buttocks and thighs began again. She moaned in between the sobs and sniffs and tried to imagine having sex with the dark-haired disciplinarian.

Miss Marks continued to rub and touch every inch of Amber’s fleshy bottom and the backs of her legs. Unintentionally, the secretary had opened her legs slightly and Amelia accidentally touched the younger woman’s exposed pussy lips with her fingers. Amber Fox was aroused and wet between her legs. Amelia Marks concentrated upon running her fingers backwards and forwards, over the red-haired lady’s pussy lips and she ignored the satisfied sounds, in between the sobs, that were muffled by the cushion.

The dark-haired Head Mistress had to admit that her secretary was a very sexual, and attractive lady, who openly admitted to being bisexual. Amelia wondered whether or not she should take things further than just spanking her bottom that evening. She was in a daydream, and almost lost track of time, before realising what she had been doing. Amber Fox’s sobs and sniffs had almost stopped, and the young woman was obviously enjoying her boss’ fingers touching her pussy. Miss Marks tapped her gently on the bottom with her right hand.

“Enough of that, I think. Up you get and stand in front of me, you naughty girl,” she said quietly and sat back on the sofa, removing her hands to allow Amber to get to her feet.

It took the taller, red-haired woman a few moments to struggle to her feet but soon she was standing facing Amelia, who looked up at her from the sofa. Amber Fox was, indeed, a very attractive lady. Her large breasts stood out prominently under the short-sleeved light blue school blouse and, because the blouse was just too short for her, as she stood there, Amelia could see the neat little clump of ginger pubic hair that sat atop the woman’s pussy. Miss Marks picked up the leather paddle and the clothes brush from her sofa and slowly got to her feet and replaced them on her coffee table.

She smiled at Amber before picking up the large, white, canvas plimsoll in her right hand and began to tap it gently against the palm of her right hand. Her secretary stood there, nervously fidgeting with her hands. She was desperate to place both hands on her red hot bottom and rub the pain and the heat away, but she knew that if she did this that the small, dark-haired woman with the stylish round glasses would give her another dose with the brush or the paddle – or both! Amelia Marks walked over to the armchair where Miss Fox had laid her clothes and picked up the white cushion. She did the same from the other chair at the opposite side of the living room before laying them down on the far seat of the sofa.

“Now, naughty girl, are we beginning to feel sorry for oneself and regret asking to be treated like a naughty schoolgirl?” Miss Marks smiled angelically as she concentrated on positioning the cushions on her sofa.

It took Amber a few moments to reply.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I am really sorry. I don’t want to be spanked ever again.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her right hand.

Once Amelia was satisfied where she had positioned the cushions, she returned her full attention to her taller secretary.

“I’m glad. However, now that I know that you don’t like being spanked, I may have to use the threat of a spanking to ensure that your work remains to an extremely high standard, won’t I?” Amelia Marks smiled angelically as she adjusted her glasses with her left index finger.

Amber remained silent.

“Very well, young lady. I want you to position yourself over that end of my sofa. Rest your hips on the cushions so that your bottom is sticking up as high as possible. You may use that cushion on the far side if you so wish,” the Head Mistress instructed sternly.

Within a minute, the red-haired secretary was bent over the arm of the sofa, hips resting on the cushions and her red, swollen and sore bottom was ideally positioned, awaiting the resumption of her punishment. Miss Marks took up her position to the left-hand side of Miss Fox and she smiled as she placed her left hand on the woman’s lower back. She then laid the large and heavy rubber-soled plimsoll across Amber’s bottom, tapping it gently until she was satisfied where her first stroke would land.

“Now, you naughty girl. You’re going to receive twenty-four smacks with the plimsoll, just like you saw those naughty girls receive the other week. They will hurt, but we are nearly there, sweetie – just the cane to come after this.” Amelia pushed down harder on Amber Fox’s lower back and raised the plimsoll in the air.

The heavy plimsoll landed a moment later across the centre of Amber’s bottom. The sound it made echoed around Amelia’s living room and she said nothing as she laid out those first half a dozen swipes across Amber Fox’s swollen bottom.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The thirty-two-year-old secretary began crying almost as soon as that first painful blow with the plimsoll bit into her already sore bottom. She wriggled and squirmed for all she was worth, but it was no good – Miss Marks used all of her strength and experience to hold her in place. Amber buried her face as deep as it would go and tried to think of having sex with Amelia in a vain attempt to take her mind away from the immense pain that the woman was inflicting on her delicate bottom. The Head Mistress took less than five minutes to administer the plimsoll, patiently waiting for her young secretary to calm herself before laying on the next smack with the nasty shoe.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Once she had completed this, the penultimate part of Amber’s punishment, Amelia Marks returned the plimsoll to her coffee table and picked up her favourite dragon cane with its white lambswool handle that had seen much action since the start of the new school year. She walked back over to where her secretary was lying face down on the sofa and bent down to take a close look at the woman’s bottom. It was already a well-punished bottom. It was mainly a mixture of light and dark shades of red and there were a few hand prints across the backs of the woman’s thighs. The young Head Mistress spent a few moments touching Amber Fox’s bottom and thighs with her left hand before she decided to conclude her first ever punishment.

“Nearly there, sweetie. You’ve done really well so far.” The dark-haired woman stepped back and took up her caning position.

“Just twelve strokes with the senior school cane and then we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson or if I need to give you extra to drive my message home.” Miss Marks pushed her glasses up to the top of her small nose with her left index finger.

“These will hurt, Amber, but all you need to do is lie there and take them with as little fuss as possible. Try not to move around as that will probably hurt you even more. No need to count them, sweetie.”

The forty-two-year-old Head Mistress began tapping the dense cane against the already bruised and sore bottom before her. She placed her left hand on her left hip and stood with her left foot slightly in front of her right. She bent her left knee slightly and, once satisfied, raised the cane in the air, paused, took a deep breath and then brought it swishing through the air towards her secretary’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

The cane announced the end of its journey and the sound echoed around the room. Miss Fox shouted into the damp cushion before her but knew that this was only the beginning. She fought the urge to jump up and place her hands over her bottom to prevent further strokes but managed to resist this. Out of her view, Amelia Marks waited until the woman had calmed herself before laying the cane across her bottom and then, after a few moments pause, she brought the ten-millimetre-thick, dense dragon cane down expertly, landing it within millimetres of her previous stroke. She said nothing as she administered the first half dozen strokes, giving Amber time between each one.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The experienced disciplinarian stood up and admired the results of her handiwork so far. Miss Fox had a glowing red bottom whose main feature was the six neat, thin tram lines – three on each buttock – that had been left by Amelia’s cane. The Head Mistress leaned over and touched the deep red marks with her left hand. She couldn’t resist running her hand over every inch of her young secretary’s bottom. Amber was crying and sniffing loudly into the cushion and Miss Marks decided then and there that if the younger woman wanted to go up to her bedroom with her after this was all done, then so be it.

Over the next five minutes or so, Amelia Marks slowly, and carefully, administered the final six strokes, allowing the younger woman to squirm and wriggle as much as she wanted to in between strokes. Only when she had settled and was lying still, did the Head Mistress take aim once more and then administer her next stroke with her twenty-four-inch long cane.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

As soon as she had administered the final stroke, Amelia Marks leaned over and looked closely at her secretary’s bottom. The dark-haired Head Mistress smiled as she immediately saw the set of twelve, neat, red tram-lines that her cane had left on Amber’s buttocks. They were evenly spread – six on each bum cheek and had landed straight and within millimetres of each other. The young secretary’s bottom was predominantly a shade of dark red and Miss Marks smiled as she admired the three hand prints that had been left across Miss Fox’s thighs. Amelia turned and placed her cane on the coffee table and stood listening to Amber Fox sniffing and sobbing into the cushion on the sofa.

“Don’t move, sweetie, and I’ll go and get something to clean you up. You did really well, lovely,” Miss Marks smiled as she left the room and headed upstairs to her bathroom.

To be continued...