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Diane Caldwell wiped the droplets of sweat from her brow and exhaled deeply before returning her attention to the weeds in her front garden. She scraped away at them as hard as she could with her metal trowel. Maybe this was a good way to work out her frustration and anger with her adoptive daughter, Zofeya. Her eighteen-year-old daughter had really upset her that previous evening and Diane had no idea how she could deal with Zofeya, who had become increasingly difficult over those previous three or four months.

The forty-seven-year-old woman continued to take out her frustration on the weeds in her garden for a few moments until she was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Good morning, Diane. How are things?” the voice asked softly.

It took the dark-haired lady a few moments to realise that someone was speaking to her and she slowly raised her head. She smiled as she saw her next-door neighbour, Pauline, looking down upon her, smiling widely.

“Oh. Hi there. I’m just trying to get rid of these weeds and tidy the garden while I’ve got a little time. Work has been crazy lately and this is my first day off in nearly a fortnight.” She placed the trowel on the ground and removed her gloves as she got to her feet before continuing.

“Added to that, Zofeya decided to really upset me last night so I’m trying to think about how I should deal with her.” She smiled.

The older lady stood there watching her in silence for a few moments before replying. She had wanted to ask her neighbour about the woman’s adopted daughter, who had been rude to her earlier in the week. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Oh dear. What has happened? I always thought that Zofeya was such a polite, well-mannered and well-behaved young lady?” Pauline Manson lied. She knew otherwise.

Diane Caldwell shook her head and stared at the retired schoolmistress. She took a few moments to think about whether she would tell her quiet, unassuming neighbour about her increasingly fractious relationship which she had with her eighteen-year-old adoptive daughter. She decided to trust the sweet and innocent-looking Pauline Manson.

“Well, yesterday I was on night shift and needed the car to get to work. Zofeya wanted to borrow my car to go and see friends so I said that she would either have to get a taxi or get one of her friends to pick her up.” Ms. Caldwell ran her small right hand through her neat, shoulder-length brown hair before continuing.

“I had gone in the shower and when I had sorted everything out, I realised that Zofeya had gone – and that she had taken my car.” Diane placed her hands on her hips and smiled a resigned smile.

“She wouldn’t answer my calls and voicemails,” she continued.

“That’s awful.” Pauline Manson smiled a reassuring smile.

“I had to pay for taxis to work and back and I got home to find her asleep – she’s still in bed right now!” Ms. Caldwell unintentionally raised her voice as she looked up at the bedroom window.

“Do you fancy coming over for a coffee?” Miss Manson asked and smiled.

“Thank you. I’d love that. I just don’t know what to do with Zofeya lately. She really seems to have changed over the last few months and I have no idea why. She just won’t talk to me like she used to.”

“Teenagers!” Pauline Manson exclaimed and walked towards her front door.

Diane followed closely behind and watched the older lady unlock her front door and walk inside. She followed and closed the front door quietly behind her, walking down the hallway and into Pauline’s large kitchen where the older woman busied herself by making their coffee.

“God. You must think I’m a right parent. I mean, not being able to control Zofeya.” Ms. Caldwell smiled.

“Not at all. It’s a difficult job – raising children and Zofeya comes with added issues, doesn’t she? I mean, being adopted as a baby and brought to the UK.” Pauline turned and smiled, before returning her attention to pouring the hot water into her cafetière.

“I have always got on really well with her and she wants for nothing.” Diane looked around Pauline’s kitchen before continuing.

“I always give her whatever she asks for and she has never been any trouble until these last few months – she even got the slipper from her Form Mistress at school in January” Ms. Caldwell shuffled around awkwardly as the older lady opened one of her kitchen cupboards and brought out two mugs.

“Oh dear. Why did she get the slipper?” Miss Manson turned to face Diane. She had her full attention now that she had to wait for the coffee to brew.

“Oh, Zofeya and three of her friends decided to skip their Chemistry lesson and go into town instead. The school noticed they were missing and so, on their return, they each got sent to their Form Mistress.” Diane Caldwell found herself unintentionally touching her right breast through her summer dress.

“Zofeya’s Form Mistress – Ms. Lindsay – really takes no nonsense from the girls, despite them being in Year Thirteen, and made her go over her knee and she spanked her with her hand before giving her twenty-four smacks with the slipper.” Diane winced and then smiled at Pauline Manson, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“She also got put in detention for an hour the following evening. Zofeya has taken all of that really badly.” Diane realised where her hand had been and put her hands together and stared at the older lady.

“I can imagine that she is very unhappy.” Pauline Manson smiled and began to think of her thirty-five-year career as a teacher at the local private school for girls.

“Did you have such issues when you taught?” Ms. Caldwell asked, adding, “Did you have to use corporal punishment on the girls?”

Miss Manson walked to her fridge and brought out the milk, pouring a little into her cup before looking over at Diane.

“Milk and sugar?” She waited.

“Just milk. Thank you, Pauline.” Diane Caldwell began imagining the older lady spanking her misbehaving students.

Pauline Manson made the coffee and replaced the milk in her fridge before handing a cup to Diane.

“Shall we?” The retired teacher walked out of her kitchen and headed into her comfortable living room, where she set her cup down on the coffee table and sat gently in her armchair.

She watched Diane Caldwell sit on her sofa and take a sip from her cup. The younger lady smiled as she placed her cup on the coffee table in front of her and sat forward on the sofa.

“I did have to use corporal punishment quite regularly when I taught. It was quite the norm at the Grammar School to spank and even to cane the girls for even the most minor act of misbehaviour.” Miss Manson struggled to keep her hands in her grey-skirted lap.

“What did you spank them for?” Ms. Caldwell was intrigued and couldn’t help but ask questions. “What did you spank them with?” She felt herself becoming very aroused.

Pauline Manson leaned forward and picked up her coffee cup once more, taking a sip and not taking her eyes from the younger woman. She thought carefully about how she would reply.

“Well, usually it was for not completing homework, or not following school rules or perhaps for being rude to a member of staff.” She smiled and replaced her cup on the coffee table.

“I did enjoy smacking their bottoms and especially the backs of their legs with my hand and if they were persistent offenders, with my clothes brush.” She smiled.

“Wow!” Diane Caldwell exclaimed before continuing.

“Did you cane them?” Diane could feel her juices beginning to flow.

Miss Manson laughed nervously.

“I did cane the girls. Usually six of the best given across their knickers or bare bottoms – it usually did the trick and most of them never wanted a repeat performance.” She picked up her cup and drained it before returning it to the table.

“I think that’s what my daughter needs,” the younger woman muttered, just loud enough for Pauline Manson to hear.

“A good spanking does tend to get young ladies to behave like ladies. Perhaps not the first time, but I’ve never known it take more than three doses of discipline to turn a girl around.” The retired teacher watched as Diane finished her coffee.

“Do you still have your cane?” The forty-seven-year-old brunette replaced her empty cup on the table in front of her.

“I do. But I haven’t used them in the ten years since I retired.” Pauline got to her feet and looked down at Ms. Caldwell.

“Would you like to see them, Diane?” She smiled sweetly as she watched the younger woman get to her feet.

“I would. I’m very interested.” She smiled.

Pauline ran her small hands down the front of her brown knee-length skirt in an attempt to remove the creases that had appeared from sitting on the sofa.

“Come up to my office and I’ll show you then.”

With that, Pauline Manson turned and walked into the hallway before heading up the stairs. Diane followed closely behind and watched as the older woman opened the door to the room at the top of the stairs. Miss Manson walked inside, and Ms. Caldwell followed her, scanning the room as the retired teacher rummaged in her drawers and cupboards, bringing out a selection of leather and wooden implements, which she placed neatly on her desk. Zofeya’s mother watched open-mouthed as the desk was filled with Pauline’s punishment tools.

After a few moments, Pauline paused and stood facing Ms. Caldwell with half a dozen different canes in her right hand.

“These are the kinds of things that we’d use on the naughty young ladies.” The smile on her face grew wider as she noticed Diane studying her collection.

After a few moments of silence, Zofeya’s mother spoke.

“Pauline, I know this is a strange request, but would you be able to help me deal with Zofeya’s bad attitude?”

Miss Manson placed the canes gently on her desk before replying.

“Like I said, Diane. I haven’t punished a girl since long before I retired, and I don’t know how effective I would be now.” She moved around the desk and stood close to the younger woman.

“You can borrow these and give your daughter a good hiding to put her back in her place if you like.” Pauline touched Diane’s left arm with her right hand.

“I wouldn’t know how to use them or how I’d feel about spanking her. I mean, when the school phoned me to tell me that Ms. Lindsay had spanked and slippered her for truancy, I felt good and kept imagining her teacher with her over her lap, smacking her bottom hard.” Diane Caldwell smiled when she noticed that Miss Manson was smiling.

“I would be really grateful if you could help me, Pauline.” Diane took Pauline’s hands in hers and looked at the older woman, almost pleadingly.

The sixty-nine-year-old retired History teacher thought to herself in silence for a few moments. She had been dismayed by Diane’s daughter’s behaviour for months. She had shaken her head every time she had seen the tall, dark-haired schoolgirl arguing with her mother in the street, or showing off in front of her group of friends. There had also been the incident three days previously where the eighteen-year-old had sworn at Pauline after the older woman had asked her to pick up a bottle the girl had dropped. This incident helped the ex-teacher make up her mind. She would indeed teach Diane’s daughter some manners.

“Oh, very well, Diane. I can’t see that I will be as thorough as I was twenty or so years ago, but I will help you deal with Zofeya. But you must agree to my conditions.” Miss Manson ushered the younger woman back downstairs and into the living room where they both sat on the sofa.

Zofeya Caldwell eventually emerged from her bedroom late that afternoon and after she had poured herself a glass of orange juice in the kitchen, she made her way into the living room where she noticed that her mother was sitting. The dark-haired eighteen-year-old sat on the chair across from her mother and concentrated on her glass. Diane sat in silence, staring at her daughter who was sitting there in her white satin pyjamas. She took a few moments to work out what she was going to say before confronting her daughter.

“I’m really angry with you, Zofeya. I told you that I needed the car to get to work and for you not to take it. You took it anyway and I had to pay for taxis to get there and back.” Diane paused and watched Zofeya’s reaction.

There wasn’t one.

“I’m sick of you just taking things for granted. You need to take things more seriously,” she continued.

“Whatever,” Zofeya Caldwell muttered.

“I’ve had enough of you just doing what the hell you like, and it needs to stop.” Ms. Caldwell stared at her daughter, but the thought of Pauline Manson spanking girls’ bottoms took over.

“So, you’re grounded for a month, I want all of your electricals and your phone and you can start pulling your weight around here too.” She raised her voice slightly.

“Mum!” Zofeya looked up at Diane. “You can’t do that – I’m eighteen-years-old!” She placed her glass on the table in front of her and crossed her arms in a sulk.

“I will do whatever I wish until you start behaving like the young lady you claim to be!” Diane got to her feet and looked at her daughter, who was becoming tearful.

The picture of Pauline Manson thrashing a bare bottom with her cane was becoming more and more clear in her head. She decided to really hit her daughter where it hurts.

“Oh, and another thing. You can forget your holiday with your friends. You’re not going. I don’t care about losing the money as it may teach you a painful lesson, young lady!” This statement had the intended impact almost immediately.

Zofeya sprang to her feet and towered a good seven inches over her mother. Her mother had never been so unreasonable before. She had always been able to get around her and get her own way in the end. There was no way she was missing out on her holiday to Tenerife with her friends from school. She began to plead for mercy.

“Mum. No. Please. I’ll do anything you ask. Please, Mum – not my holiday!” She began crying.

Diane shook her head and waited for the girl to calm herself.

“No, Zofeya. You really have changed over the last few months and I don’t like what you’ve changed into. Such attitude and just downright nastiness – not the young lady I know.” She resisted touching her daughter’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Mum. I’ll be good. Please, Mum – not my holiday!” The tears were flowing freely by this point.

Ms. Caldwell sat down on the sofa and looked up at the eighteen-year-old girl who continued to sniff and sob. She left her like this for about five minutes before she spoke.

“I’m just at a loss at how to deal with you. I will not have you behaving so horribly. Maybe losing your holiday will teach you a lesson.” Diane could feel the juices flowing and unintentionally opened her legs.

“Mum, please, not my holiday. I’ll do anything – please. Anything you want. I will behave. I promise. Mum!” Zofeya wiped her eyes on the back of the sleeve of her satin pyjamas and sat next to her mother on the sofa.

The girl buried her head in Diane’s chest and put her arms around her mother. Ms. Caldwell smiled. She knew this is how her daughter usually won her around. Not this time. She was determined to resist.

“Oh, sweetie. It’s the only way you’ll learn. So, we don’t have any other option, do we?” Diane stroked her daughter’s long, dark hair gently and listened as the sobs began once more.

The forty-seven-year-old woman allowed the sobbing to continue for a while before deciding to drop her bombshell.

“Well, maybe there is a way in which you could still go on holiday with Abbie and your friends, Zofeya.” Diane smiled sweetly as her daughter raised her head and looked into her eyes.

“Anything, Mum. Please. I promise I’ll be good.” Zofeya Caldwell swallowed hard.

Diane stroked her daughter’s hair and straightened her pyjama jacket.

“Zofeya. You need to be punished for your attitude so, if I let you go to Tenerife with your friends, then you will take the punishment that I decide you deserve. Is that clear, young lady?”

The eighteen-year-old St. Katherine’s Girls’ School student nodded.

“Very well. I noticed that your behaviour was much improved for a few weeks after you had been smacked and slippered by Ms. Lindsay for skipping your Chemistry lesson.”

“It really hurt, Mum,” Zofeya replied quietly.

“Well, if I allow you to go on holiday next week, I think you need to receive a spanking for your poor behaviour and attitude.” Ms. Caldwell shifted around on the sofa as she struggled to prevent herself from becoming aroused at the thought of spanking.

“From you, Mum?” Zofeya stared with her bright blue eyes at her mother.

“Oh sweetie, you know that I can’t do that kind of thing. I would end up feeling guilty and it just wouldn’t work.” She took her daughter’s large right hand in her left.

“Ms. Lindsay?” Zofeya Caldwell spat out in a panic. She had really hated being spanked and slippered by her no-nonsense Form Mistress, Kim Lindsay.

Diane unintentionally laughed out loud.

“Oh, that’s a great idea, dear.” She continued laughing before becoming serious once more.

“No. I want to keep this between us. Also, I think we need someone who is really experienced at dealing with rude little girls.”

Zofeya was slightly relieved. Kim Lindsay, her Form Mistress at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, came across as lovely, but the thirty-four-year-old English teacher had spanked and slippered her so hard that she had cried uncontrollably during her punishment and worse still, she had been unable to sit down without feeling it for three days afterwards.

“I was speaking to Pauline next door this morning and she told me about what it was like teaching at the Grammar School. She also said that you had been rude to her.” Diane tapped her daughter gently on her knee.

“Sorry, Mum.” Zofeya looked down at her feet.

“She seems to have caned lots of naughty girls in her time, and we discussed your recent behaviour. I asked if she would discipline you for me and she has agreed.” Ms. Caldwell waited for her daughter to respond.

“Mummy, I don’t want to be spanked,” Zofeya Caldwell pleaded.

Diane nodded.

“I know, sweetie, but that’s the choice. No holiday with your friends, grounded, no mobile phone for a month or you can spend a little while with Pauline, and we’ll see how that attitude of yours changes.”

Ms. Caldwell could feel the increasing dampness between her legs and thought about asking Pauline Manson if she would give her a taste of the cane at some point.

Diane’s daughter thought about her options for a moment. There was no way she was going to miss her holiday, lose her phone and be grounded. So, she faced the reality of being taken next door and smacked by the slim, brown-haired, softly-spoken Pauline Manson. She had been retired for an age so probably wouldn’t spank as hard as the seriously hard-handed Kim Lindsay had. The older lady would also probably not want to hurt her, so it probably wouldn’t be anywhere as severe as what her angry Form Mistress had administered to her bare bottom with her hand and slipper. Zofeya Caldwell had decided.

“Okay, Mum. I’ll go and see Pauline.” She smiled nervously.

Diane stood up and looked down at her daughter, who fidgeted nervously with her hands.

“Very well, young lady. I said we would pop next door tomorrow morning and Pauline will deal with you then. When we go there, you need to call her Miss Manson plus she would like you to dress in your school uniform. You will do whatever she asks you and you will do so with no fuss. If you show me up, then you can forget your holiday and you’ll still get spanked. Do I make myself clear, Zofeya Caldwell?”

The eighteen-year-old could feel the tears forming in her eyes once more but managed to answer her mother.

“Yes, Mummy.”

Neither Diane nor her daughter, Zofeya slept that night. Ms. Caldwell was too excited and aroused at the thought of her older neighbour scolding and then punishing her daughter. She lay awake imagining what Pauline would say to Zofeya. What would she punish her daughter with? She found herself touching herself and bringing herself to orgasm. Her eighteen-year-old daughter also found it difficult to sleep that night. Even though she was relieved that she had not had all her electricals confiscated and her holiday cancelled as a punishment, she grew increasingly nervous at the prospect of having to dress in her school uniform which she hated and then take a spanking from the quiet and unassuming Miss Manson.

She spent her night thinking about Pauline Manson and how she may have punished the girls when she taught at the prestigious grammar school. Zofeya Caldwell considered calling her friends Abbie and Aimee and telling them about what was going to happen to her that following morning, but she decided against it. They would probably just laugh at her anyway. They had all hated their experience of corporal punishment at the hands of their Form Mistresses for skipping their Chemistry lesson.

The next morning, Diane and Zofeya got up earlier than usual. They sat in the kitchen in silence as they had breakfast. Eventually, the eighteen-year-old headed upstairs and took a long, hot shower and then began dressing and making sure that her appearance was perfect. She tied her long, brown hair up and sighed heavily as she began to dress in her school uniform. She sat on her bed and slipped on a pair of knee-length white school socks. Next, she stood up and slipped on a pair of regulation white school knickers. Carefully, she fastened her white bra and took the short-sleeved white cotton blouse from its hanger, slowly fastening the buttons and pushing her large breasts out so that they stood out proudly.

Next came her knee-length navy pleated school skirt which seemed tight on her waist even if it had only been a few weeks since she had last worn it. The young lady then picked up her St. Katherine’s Girls’ School tie and tied it carefully, making sure that everything was perfect before she took her navy school blazer from its hanger and put it on. She spent a few moments looking at herself in her full-length mirror before making her way downstairs and into the living room.

Her mother was already waiting. She was smartly dressed in a blue and white striped summer dress. She had carefully brushed her shoulder-length brown hair and smiled as she saw her daughter in her smart school uniform. Diane picked up her purse and stood up and faced her much taller daughter.

“It’s nearly 9:15, sweetie. Shall we go and have a chat with Pauline?” She smiled as she brushed a small piece of fluff from her daughter’s navy school blazer.

Zofeya pulled a face but headed for the front door. Diane followed her and watched her daughter open the front door and head out into the bright summer morning. Ms. Caldwell locked the front door behind her, and they walked the short distance until they were standing outside Pauline’s front door. Diane looked at her daughter and smiled as she pressed the doorbell gently with the index finger of her left hand. The chime was deafening and Zofeya Caldwell watched and waited nervously. She swallowed hard as she looked through the glass panel in the door and saw someone walking towards the door. There was a sound as a key turned and then the handle moved.

Within a few seconds, the front door had been opened and Zofeya Caldwell was looking at the slim, quiet, ex-schoolmistress, Pauline Manson. The older lady smiled and moved back from her door.

“Good morning, Diane. Won’t you both come in?” Pauline turned and was already headed down her hallway by the time Zofeya had closed the front door behind her and followed her mother towards Pauline’s living room.

Once the ladies were in assembled in Pauline’s living room, the older lady smiled first at Diane and then at Zofeya, who was nervously looking around the room and playing with her long, brown hair with her right hand. She remained silent as her eyes caught sight of Pauline Manson’s dining table at the far end of the room. The retired schoolmistress had all her spanking implements laid out neatly in anticipation of using them on the eighteen-year-old’s bare bottom. The retired teacher paid little attention to the tall young lady, instead, focusing her full attention on Diane.

“Shall we have a coffee first before we deal with the issues we discussed yesterday, Diane?” Pauline Manson smiled sweetly directly at Zofeya.

“That would be lovely. Thank you, Pauline,” Zofeya’s mother replied and began to follow the older lady out of the living room and headed towards the kitchen.

“While we have coffee and a chat, young lady, why don’t you remove your blazer – put it on the back of one of the dining chairs over there and maybe take your school tie off as well.” The retired teacher pointed into her dining room with her right hand.

“I would probably unbutton your blouse a little too as it tends to get warm in here, Zofeya,” she continued before heading into her kitchen.

“Fuck!” Zofeya Caldwell swore to herself as she walked slowly over to the dining table, trying not to stare at the large collection of implements that had been carefully laid out on the large table.

The eighteen-year-old girl instantly recognised the slipper. It was remarkably similar to the one that Ms. Lindsay had walloped her bare bottom with earlier that year. There were wooden brushes, leather belts and straps, leather and wooden paddles and most worryingly for the dark-haired girl, there were half a dozen canes. She had never been caned before. Her friend Aimee had been caned at school once – by the Deputy Head Mistress, Ms. Storey, for a gradual build-up of unacceptable behaviour. Those six, full-force strokes had left six, neat, red tram lines right across her bottom and had meant she had not been able to sit down properly for a week.

Zofeya reluctantly slipped off her navy St. Katherine’s blazer and placed it neatly on the back of one of Pauline’s dining chairs. Next, she undid her school tie and removed it, placing it gently next to Miss Manson’s thick leather belt. The eighteen-year-old touched her large breasts through her white, short-sleeved cotton school blouse before unbuttoning the top three buttons, making her white bra visible. She exhaled deeply and waited for her mother and Miss Manson to join her. The pressure in her bladder slowly began to build.

After about twenty minutes, Zofeya’s mother and Pauline Manson joined the young lady in the living room. Miss Manson smiled at Zofeya as she noticed that she had followed her instructions to the letter. The older ladies sat down – Diane Caldwell in the armchair and Pauline on her three-seat sofa. Zofeya watched the older lady carefully. She was wearing a knee-length black skirt and a short-sleeved white cotton blouse. She continued to smile at Zofeya, who grew increasingly nervous.

“Right, young lady. Your mother has told me that you have been misbehaving and that you have accepted her course of discipline. Is that correct?” Miss Manson placed her hands in her lap and looked up at the young lady who was standing at the other end of the large room.

Zofeya looked at her mother, who was sitting, legs crossed, totally focused on Pauline. She then shifted her gaze to the older woman and swallowed hard before answering.

“Yes. Miss Manson,” she replied softly.

Pauline smiled.

“Very well. Your mother has asked me to smack your bottom for your recent behaviour and, because we want this to be a one-off, we will be using some of those items that you see on my table. Is that understood, young lady?” Pauline’s breasts moved as she inhaled and then exhaled.

“Yes. Miss Manson. I understand and I am sorry," the eighteen-year-old said almost in a whisper.

“Good. Then shall we begin, ladies?” The retired teacher shifted around on the sofa until she was comfortable, first looking at Zofeya and then back to Diane, who smiled.

“Come here, young lady and stand here.” Pauline Manson pointed to her right-hand side and nodded at the eighteen-year-old girl.

Zofeya Caldwell stood still for a few moments. She really needed the toilet. She hoped that she wouldn’t lose control of her bladder whilst being punished. She then looked at Pauline, who continued to smile and point with her small right hand. Finally, she looked at her mother, who simply stared at her, expecting her to comply with the instruction that she had just been given. Zofeya panicked.

“Mummy. Please. I don’t want to be spanked!” she spat out.

Ms. Caldwell simply folded her arms across her chest and waited for a moment before replying.

“You agreed to it, young lady. And you said that you would follow Miss Manson’s instructions without question, so get over here now!” she snapped.

The nerves immediately made the beautiful young lady take the steps over to where Pauline Manson was sat on her sofa. Zofeya looked straight ahead and over the head of Pauline Manson, who was looking the young lady up and down. She did this for a few minutes before finally breaking the awkward silence.

“Naughty girl. You will be spanked and punished until both your mother and I are satisfied that you have learned your lesson for being so rude and horrible. You can cry. You can plead with me. You can squirm if you must. However, I will not stop until either your mother tells me to stop or until I am satisfied. Is that clear?” She looked up into Zofeya’s brilliant, clear blue eyes.

The girl looked down at Pauline, who had spread her legs slightly and was smiling.

“Yes, Miss Manson,” the girl replied in a whisper.

Pauline patted her black-skirted knees.

“Position yourself over my knees, young lady,” she said as she sat back on the sofa.

She watched Zofeya carefully as the young lady stepped forward and tentatively reached over, lowering herself down until she was lying flat across the ex-History teacher’s knees. She rested her arms beside the arm of the sofa and buried her head into them. Pauline immediately placed her small right hand on the girl’s pleated-skirt and began gently rubbing the small bottom that lay before her. The sixty-nine-year-old placed her left hand on the dark-haired girl’s lower back and looked over at Diane, who was leaning forward in her armchair, hoping to get a close look at her daughter’s punishment.

“We shall start with a spanking over Zofeya’s skirt, then her knickers and then her bare bottom, if that’s okay, Diane?” Miss Manson continued to rub the young girl’s bottom in circles with her small right hand.

“Absolutely, Pauline. I want my daughter to realise how unacceptable her recent behaviour has been. We hope this punishment is a one-off. Don’t we, young lady?” Diane Caldwell leaned over until she was within inches of her daughter’s head.

Zofeya looked up at her mother. She nodded.

"Mummy, I will be good. I promise,” she replied before burying her head in her arms once again, waiting for her punishment to begin.

Out of Zofeya’s sight, Pauline Manson looked over at Diane and then down at the eighteen-year-old’s bottom. She was determined to make the arrogant young woman very sorry for being rude to her. She continued to rub the small, perfectly formed bottom that was lying over her lap for a few moments before raising her small right hand in the air. She tightened her grip with her left hand around the girl’s waist, looked at Diane for one final time, before she brought her right hand down, landing it a second later with a muffled “slap!” across the centre of the girl’s covered bottom. Miss Manson smiled and began slapping every inch of the eighteen-year-old’s bottom.

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

Pauline Manson brought her small right hand down on Zofeya’s bottom, alternating between smacking the girl’s left and right bum cheeks.

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

The retired teacher looked over at Diane Caldwell, who was inches away from her daughter’s head, fascinated by what she was witnessing. Pauline returned to her task and rapped out another series of smacks across the young lady’s covered bottom.

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

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

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

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

After about five minutes, Miss Manson paused and placed her right hand on Zofeya’s lower back. The young lady had her head buried in her arms but was relieved that the old lady had spanked nowhere near as hard as her Form Mistress, Kim Lindsay had. She was just beginning to smile, thinking that she had got off lightly, when Pauline announced, “I think it’s time for the skirt to come up, Diane.”

Within seconds, Zofeya Caldwell felt her school skirt being raised and then folded out of the way by Miss Manson. The older lady then resumed rubbing her buttocks in small circles with her right hand.

“Now we need to really teach this young lady how to behave, don’t we, Diane?” Pauline laughed.

Zofeya heard her mother reply, just as Pauline Manson’s right hand slapped her right buttock hard.

“Definitely, Pauline. We do not want a repeat of all this unpleasantness.”

Then the onslaught resumed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again, Pauline Manson spanked Zofeya’s bottom across her white cotton school knickers. The experienced teacher alternated her slaps between the girl’s left and right buttocks. Like before, Zofeya Caldwell took it well. Pauline Manson spanked nowhere near as hard as Ms. Lindsay. She could take this. No problem at all.

Or so she thought.

The sixty-nine-year-old woman stopped after about five minutes and touched Zofeya’s bottom. She could feel the heat in the girl’s bottom beginning to build. She looked over at Diane, who continued to watch her daughter’s long-overdue punishment.

“Now, young lady. That’s just my introduction. We shall now punish you on your bare bottom. Lift your hips,” she said gently and waited until the girl complied.

Pauline wasted little time in pulling the school knickers down, allowing them to fall right down to the eighteen-year-old’s ankles. Her hand returned to the bottom in front of her. It was warm, but nowhere near as warm as Pauline Manson intended to make it. Within a second her right hand was in the air and announced its arrival across Zofeya Caldwell’s right bum cheek with a loud “slap!” that echoed noisily around Pauline’s spacious living room.

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

Zofeya suddenly felt the pain and began to squirm, only to feel Pauline pushing her down with her left hand so that she was forced deeper into the older lady’s lap.

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

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

A series of spanks ignited a fire all over the young lady’s small bottom. Even Ms. Lindsay’s spanking hadn’t been this hard. Pauline grabbed her tightly, securing the girl across her lap with her surprisingly strong left arm.

“You are going to learn some manners, Zofeya. You can cry and sob all you like because no one is listening to you!” Pauline hissed, her hand resuming its work a moment later.

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

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

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

A series of slow and hard painful slaps turned the girl’s buttocks a rosy shade of red. Zofeya began to sniff and sob and buried her head deep into the cushion, which quickly became damp from her tears.

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

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

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

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

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

A two-minute rapid-fire dose of Pauline’s surprisingly hard right hand which kissed every inch of Zofeya’s lovely, small bottom.

Miss Manson paused and placed her warm right hand on the girl’s red-hot bottom. She rubbed Zofeya’s buttocks gently as she looked across to Diane Caldwell.

“I think she’s starting to learn that bad behaviour can lead to a spanking and that spankings will hurt, Diane.” Pauline Manson laughed before continuing.

“Now, this is how I conclude spankings, ladies. Just to drive the message home.” The retired teacher adjusted the grip she had on the eighteen-year-old and then resumed the spanking.

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

Pauline Manson slapped Zofeya as hard as physically possible across the back of her right leg, leaving a series of handprints on the girl’s thigh. Zofeya Caldwell did not have time to react as her left thigh received its share too.

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

Diane Caldwell could feel herself becoming hot and increasingly aroused as she watched her quiet, unassuming neighbour deal with her daughter.

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

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

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

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

After five minutes, the retired teacher stopped and returned her hands to Zofeya’s back. The girl was crying, sniffing and sobbing uncontrollably. The sixty-nine-year-old woman smiled across to Diane.

“Diane. Would you mind going and fetching my ebony clothes brush from the table, please?” Pauline said as she stroked Zofeya’s long-brown hair.

It took the girl’s mother a few moments to realise that Pauline was speaking to her and eventually she got to her feet and replied.

“Certainly, Pauline.” Diane walked over to the table and after a few moments surveying the implements, she picked up the brush and returned to where the retired teacher had her snivelling daughter draped across her knee.

Diane smiled as she handed the small clothes brush to the older lady, looking down at her daughter’s red and bruised bottom before retaking her place in the chair across from where Miss Manson sat.

“Now, young lady, you are going to find out what happens to naughty little girls who are rude and disrespectful. Is that clear!” she announced in a strict teacherly tone.

The sobbing young woman took a moment before raising her head and looking around to face her disciplinarian. She sniffed and sobbed before eventually replying.

“Yes, Miss Manson. I’m sorry. Please, Mummy. I’m sorry!”

The women ignored her pleas and she soon felt the hard wooden brush being rubbed gently against her already sore bottom.

“Twenty-four smacks, young lady, and no fuss or I shall give you extra.” Pauline already had the brush in the air and did not wait for a reply before bringing it down as hard as she could across the lower part of Zofeya’s right bum cheek.

“Thump!” The hard brush bit deeply into the girl’s bottom.

The eighteen-year-old let out a scream, muffled by the cushion she buried her face in. Miss Manson smiled at Diane and Ms. Caldwell smiled back as she watched the experienced lady tighten her grip on her daughter.

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

Miss Manson rapped out half a dozen hard smacks with the brush across the centre of the girl’s bottom. The sobs and cries became louder, muffled by the cushion that Zofeya held to her face. Pauline allowed Ms. Caldwell’s daughter a few moments to recover before the clothes brush made a second visit to the girl’s bottom.

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

Zofeya struggled and squirmed, but Miss Manson used all her previous experience in disciplining naughty girls to hold her solidly in place.

“Now, young lady. Does my clothesbrush hurt as much as a slippering from your Form Mistress?” Pauline smiled over at Diane as she awaited a reply. Eventually, it came, in between the sniffs and sobs.

“No, Miss Manson,” Zofeya foolishly answered truthfully.

The retired teacher continued to smile and shook her head.

“Then I’ll really have to spank you harder, won’t I?”

With that, Pauline Manson took the nasty wooden brush back behind her head and brought it down, putting all her strength into delivering a bottom-blistering stroke that left its mark on the girl’s bottom.

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

Her right bum cheek felt the wrath of Pauline and her clothes brush.

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

Her left buttock received its share.

Pauline playfully used her brush to brush Zofeya’s long hair before placing it down on the floor. She listened to the girl sniffing and sobbing and smiled widely as she stroked Zofeya’s bare bottom and backs of her legs. She gave her a while to re-gather her composure before deciding to get on with the punishment.

“So, young lady. Who spanks harder – your Form Mistress or me?”

Diane’s daughter had learned from her mistake. Miss Manson certainly did hit harder than Kim Lindsay.

“You, Miss Manson. Your clothes brush hurts more than Miss Lindsay’s slipper.” Zofeya looked through tearful blue eyes at her mother before returning her head to the cushion.

Diane Caldwell watched as Pauline continued to stroke her daughter’s bottom gently with her right hand. She could see that the older woman had started to perspire due to the exertion of spanking her naughty eighteen-year-old daughter.

“On your feet, young lady. Go and bend over my dining room table.” The retired teacher sat back as she watched the girl get to her feet awkwardly.

Zofeya stood facing Pauline for a few moments, rubbing her burning bottom as she did so. She did not care that her knickers had totally come off during her struggles whilst she had been spanked over her neighbour’s lap. She walked the short distance into the dining room and carefully rested her elbows on the table, sticking her bottom out.

Pauline and Diane chatted for a few moments before getting to their feet and walking over to the dining table where Zofeya’s bottom stood out proudly as she bent over. Miss Manson studied her impressive collection of implements and selected three of them.

“Stand up, young lady and turn to face me,” she instructed firmly.

The tall, dark-haired girl obeyed, wiping her eyes and nose on the back of her right hand.

“Take your skirt off so that it doesn’t get in the way. Place it on the table, please.” She watched as Diane’s daughter reached behind her back and unzipped her school skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.

She bent down and picked it up, folding it neatly and placed it on the table.

“Please, Mummy. I’ve learned my lesson. Please make her stop,” Zofeya spat out desperately.

Her mother simply ran her hands through her shoulder-length brown hair and shook her head.

“No, Zofeya. Remember what we said about all of this? Bend over that table – NOW!” she snapped.

The dark-haired girl had never been shouted at by her mother before and the shock made her comply with the instruction immediately.

Pauline smiled as she picked up her slipper, nodding and smiling over at the girl’s mother.

“Twelve with the slipper, young lady. Do not move or I will have to begin from the start.” She took up her position at the left-hand side of the girl and placed her left hand on her lower back, pushing her further down into the table.

Miss Manson tapped the red, size eleven, rubber-soled slipper several times against Zofeya’s quivering bottom until she was satisfied. She took a deep breath, raised it in the air and brought it down a second later, its journey ended when it connected with the young woman’s bottom with a loud “whack!”

Zofeya struggled to take the slippering. As Pauline had promised, she would punish much more severely than Kim Lindsay had. Despite the eighteen-year-old struggling and squirming between strokes, eventually Miss Manson had administered the full twelve smacks with the slipper, leaving Zofeya’s bottom red and bruised.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Zofeya Caldwell had begun to cry once more, but both Miss Manson and her own mother ignored her sniffs and sobs. Pauline replaced the slipper on the dining room table and picked up her school strap. This was one of her favourite implements and it had seen plenty of service during her time at the Girls’ Grammar School, across countless naughty hands and bottoms.

“Diane. Can you hold her wrists for me? I don’t want her to move while I strap her bottom,” the retired schoolmistress asked, adding, “It will be painful if she moves and I wrap this around her legs.”

Zofeya’s mother walked around and looked down at her daughter, who was crying loudly and uncontrollably. She tried to avoid feeling guilty about it. After all, it was her daughter’s poor behaviour and choices that had put her in this position in the first place. The forty-seven-year-old gently took her daughter’s wrists in her hands and tightened her grip as she watched Pauline take up her position to the left of Zofeya. She watched amazed as the quiet, brown-haired lady measured the nasty piece of leather out against her young daughter’s obviously painful bottom.

“Six of the best with the school strap, young lady. I think on the bottom in your case, unless you would like it across the palms of your hands?” Pauline Manson continued to prepare to unleash the nasty twenty-inch-long piece of leather against the bottom lying at her mercy.

No answer came from Zofeya and soon the first stroke was sent whistling through the air, announcing its painful arrival with a loud “Whap!” as it bit deep into the eighteen-year-old’s bare buttocks.

She smiled as she saw the reaction. Zofeya wriggled and squirmed and tried to get up but was held securely in place by Diane, who simply tightened her grip around the girl’s wrists.

“Whap!” The second stroke landed, within millimetres of the first.

“Mummy!” Zofeya yelled.

Diane simply shook her head and shushed her daughter, holding her wrists securely as she watched Pauline sending the third stroke on its way.

“Whap!”

“Please, Mummy! I’ll be good!” the girl pleaded.

Again, Diane Caldwell ignored her daughter and watched the next stroke arrive with a deafening, “Whap!”

Pauline Manson paused to allow the girl to recover her composure before completing her strapping quickly.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

Ms. Caldwell continued to hold her daughter’s wrists as she watched her neighbour lay the nasty piece of leather on the table. She noticed the spots of blood on the tan leather which had obviously come from her daughter’s bottom. Pauline said nothing as she walked around to the opposite side of the table and studied her selection of canes. After a few moments, she selected one with a red, woollen handle and swished it through the air a few times to get the feel for it. She slowly moved around to where Zofeya was lying face down, her wrists still secured by her mother.

“Right, Zofeya. We are nearly done. I think that you are learning your lesson and that you need to do exactly what your mother tells you to do. Otherwise, you will find yourself back over my knee and you will get a lot worse if I have to ever deal with you again.” Pauline used her left hand to adjust her white short-sleeved blouse before beginning to tap the girl’s red and bruised bottom before her.

“Yes, Miss Manson,” Zofeya managed to reply in between the sniffs and sobs.

“Six of the best, young lady. All you need to do is take them and then we are done.” Pauline Manson nodded at Diane, who tightened her grip on her daughter’s wrists once again.

Miss Manson took up her stance at Zofeya’s left-hand side and measured the cane out across the bottom in front of her. She placed her left hand on her left hip and bent her left knee slightly. After tapping the bare bottom in front of her for a few moments, Pauline Manson drew the cane back and paused. She took a deep breath before sending the thin and whippy rattan cane whistling through the air. It landed a second later across the fleshy centre of Zofeya Caldwell’s bottom with a loud “Thwack!”

The young lady screamed and was obviously crying.

“Thwack!” the second stroke landed a little lower down across the centre of Zofeya’s bottom.

“Thwack!” Her right bum cheek received a full-force stroke.

“Thwack!” Zofeya’s left bum cheek received its painful share.

“Thwack!” The crease in between right buttock and thigh received a visit.

“Thwack!” Pauline evened it up by kissing the crease in between the girl’s left buttock and thigh.

Pauline smiled at Diane as Zofeya cried uncontrollably. The older lady placed the cane on the table and walked around and admired Zofeya’s punished bottom for a few moments. Diane let her daughter’s wrists go and joined her neighbour in looking at the cane lines and marks that had been left by the teacher’s hand and implements.

The ladies walked into the living room and sat down once more, leaving the eighteen-year-old sobbing as she remained bent over the table.

“I don’t think you’ll have any behaviour issues with her for a while after today, Ms. Caldwell,” Miss Manson laughed.

“No. I think that Zofeya now realises how we will deal with any bad behaviour and attitude. Thank you ever so much, Pauline. I really appreciate it. It was quite an experience for me to witness it.”

“I’m glad to have been of service, Diane,” Miss Manson replied as she got to her feet and walked into the dining room.

She ran her small right hand over Zofeya Caldwell’s bottom. It was red hot, bruised and had a neat collection of marks from the caning. Pauline smiled as she accidentally ran her hands over the girl’s pussy lips. She was moist.

“Well, you know where I am if ever you need my help again, Diane.” She smiled as she stroked Zofeya’s long dark hair.

Ms. Caldwell and her daughter arrived home just after 11:30 that morning. Diane told Zofeya to go up to her bedroom and to lie face down on her bed. When she arrived with her tube of cooling cream, she found her eighteen-year-old daughter lying face down on the bed, as instructed, with her blazer, skirt and knickers removed, bruised bottom proudly on show. Diane flipped open the cap of the tube and squirted a good handful of cream into her right hand. She closed the cap on the tube and placed it on the dressing table before sitting on the bed, next to where her daughter lay.

The forty-seven-year-old spent a while soothing her daughter’s bottom. They did this in silence and said nothing until Diane was leaving the room. Zofeya sat up and looked at her mother, who had opened the bedroom door and was preparing to leave.

“I’m sorry, Mummy. I won’t upset you again. I promise.” She looked apologetically at Diane.

Ms. Caldwell smiled.

“I know you won’t, young lady. Otherwise, you’ll be going to spend an hour or two with Pauline. Is that clear?”

Zofeya Caldwell nodded.

“Yes, Mum. I promise. I don’t want to be spanked again."

That evening, Diane and Zofeya both went to bed early. Diane had thought of little else but how the seemingly innocent and quiet Pauline Manson had spanked her daughter as hard as she could have imagined anyone could. In bed that night, the forty-seven-year-old had touched her breasts. They were sensitive as she had not played with herself for a very long time. Soon she found herself touching herself between her legs. Next, her fingers had slipped inside her vagina. It was so moist she rubbed her fingers backwards and forwards, massaging her clit. Within moments, she came. Not satisfied, she repeated this twice more before collapsing into a satisfied sleep.

Zofeya had played with her large breasts at every opportunity after her punishment. Once in bed, she spent an age rubbing and gently touching her erect nipples. Then she brought out her vibrator and pleasured herself, having to bury her head in her pillows to muffle the sounds when she reached orgasm. She could not help or resist touching herself and by the time she collapsed exhausted, her bed was damp.

Once Zofeya Caldwell had left for her holiday with her friends, Diane made a cake and took it next door. Within twenty minutes of being invited into Pauline Manson’s house, Zofeya’s mother, even though she was forty-seven-years-old, was dressed in a school uniform of white blouse, black skirt and her daughter’s school tie. She was then scolded for her poor behaviour before being put in the exact position her daughter had been in across Miss Manson’s knee and had her first-ever proper spanking. She had enjoyed it and had masturbated more than ever on her return home. Diane’s visits to her neighbour’s house for “coffee” became more and more frequent. Zofeya, on the other hand, became the perfectly behaved young lady.