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Martha could not believe how lucky she was. It was now three months since she had attended the discipline centre and been punished for being caught smoking twice in public. She remembered so vividly how painful the punishment was, but also how much respect she suddenly had for the teenage policewomen who worked at the centre and disciplined the offenders.

It was when she attended one week later to give her feedback, and to agree her behaviour going forward, that she was dealt with by Officer Lucy. It was after Officer Lucy caned her, and smacked her legs really hard, that Martha agreed that the eighteen-year-old policewoman would have disciplinary control over her, even though Officer Lucy was just eighteen-years-old, and Martha was sixty-six-years-old. However, in 2040 that wasn’t so uncommon when a teenager and a chummy granny fancied each other and became girlfriends where teenagers like Lucy were the decision maker and disciplinarian. 

Martha had recognised Officer Lucy as soon as she saw her as she was the step-daughter of Senior Officer Cindy who had had that same relationship with her chummy granny Tina for over twenty years. 

After just a short chat both knew they fancied the other, and Officer Lucy started straight away enforcing her authority over Martha. “Let’s go back to mine and discuss how our relationship will work,” Lucy ordered. She also wanted to discuss the difference in dealing with offenders now, in 2040, compared to when Martha was much younger and there were so many do-gooders who focused on the offenders rather than the victims.

Whenever they walked together they were both aware they were getting looks from others who saw them. After all, Martha with her grey hair was wearing a sleeveless floral dress which was far too short for a woman her age, but she didn’t care that it showed off her fleshy thighs as she felt sexy in it. Of course, she also had bat wings, a turkey neck, and so many creases in her skin, all of which were clearly on view, as well as large drooping breasts with a large cleavage easily seen by the low cut dress. However, Martha was confident in her appearance, albeit far less confident about her ability to keep to the rules without help. 

There were also comments about how red Martha’s legs were if Lucy had smacked them earlier on. Lucy would have smacked Martha’s fleshy thighs so hard but she would still wear her all too short dress, so the redness was clearly on show. Others referred to Martha as being Lucy’s granny. Neither minded the comments and continued chatting happily as they heard them.

Lucy was very different from Martha both in looks and self-control. She was slim in her uniform of a grey short-sleeved blouse and dark grey skirt. She was also a very confident young woman and although eighteen-years-old had a demeanour that made her seem much older than that. Equally, she had no trouble keeping to the rules, nor ensuring others she was close to kept to them as well. She happily scolded anyone she knew who broke the rules and enjoyed having girlfriends who accepted her control. 

Lucy was, in fact, attracted to women Martha’s age. It wasn’t so unusual amongst the policewomen who worked at the discipline centre as most of them were self-confident young women who had very strong views and could certainly hold their own in an argument with women old enough to be their own grannies. The policewomen also loved to show off their chummy granny girlfriends and how they respected their teenage girlfriends who invariably had full control over the granny, including disciplinary control. It wasn’t strange to any of the policewomen that the grannies they befriended actually saw the benefit of handing all the important decisions to a teenage girlfriend who was quite clearly much more mature than her years, and made all the right decisions, including when their granny girlfriend needed to be disciplined.

The relationship quite often involved the granny taking over the household duties, as though she were the mum, except not discipline which stayed strictly and solely the domain of the teenage girlfriend. It was normal for the granny to start by acting as a cleaner and housemaid to the policewoman when they lived separately, and then, when the granny moved in to the policewoman’s home, the granny would then be fully responsible for all household matters including cleaning the house, washing the clothes and then ironing them and putting them away. The policewoman would be left with all of the important and financial decisions, which the granny would always accept without argument.

So, in essence, the policewoman would be the boss of the household and the granny would be happy to relinquish control. Of course, the policewoman would love her granny girlfriend and make sure she was well looked after and protected. On the other hand, she would expect the granny to keep stringently to any rule that the policewoman set, and to suffer the consequences if she didn’t. 

Respect by the granny for the teenage policewoman was also important. The granny would normally have to refer to her teenage girlfriend as, ‘ma’am,’ as well as attend her every need. Equally, when cleaning, for instance, the granny would expect her work to be checked by her teenage girlfriend and if any faults were found then would expect to have her legs smacked or bare bottom spanked or caned. Of course, Martha’s very short skirts made that far easier for Lucy, and Martha was often seen with very red thighs which had been soundly smacked for any number of reasons.

The policewomen often discussed amongst themselves when at work how a granny had done corner time, been sent to bed early, or given a very long and hard bare bottom spanking or the cane or spanked with a hairbrush, for breaking a pre-set rule. It was also common for the discipline to be carried out in front of visitors to the house, and most of Martha’s friends had already watched her bare bottom being spanked when across Lucy’s lap.

Martha readily accepted all of the rules and boundaries that Officer Lucy, ma’am, had set for her. She didn’t mind that she had to keep her fully informed of her whereabouts and, if she was going to be even a few minutes late, would be expected to make a telephone call to her to explain. Martha didn’t see that as demeaning or controlling as she knew ma’am had her best interests at heart, and, if she failed to obey the rules, then she deserved the spanking anyway.

Martha wanted to help her ma’am any way she could and so when Lucy told her that she was so busy at work that she was too tired to do the cleaning at her flat, and employed a cleaner, although wasn’t happy with her standard of cleaning, Martha’s face lit up and she offered to take on the cleaning role, and Lucy immediately accepted her offer.

Martha happily took up her position as Lucy’s cleaner. She would arrive at her flat soon after breakfast, and whilst ma’am would read or relax in any other way, Martha slaved away. She would clear up the breakfast things that ma’am left unwashed in the sink, and put everything away. She would then set about dusting and hoovering each room in turn, making sure she did the edges and all the ledges to perfection. She would also change the sheets on ma’am’s bed and make it, making sure everything was perfect with a freshly ironed nightie under the pillow. In between, she would load the dirty washing into the washing machine. After doing all the rooms and the bathroom, making sure the toilet pan had no marks whatsoever on it, she would empty the washing machine and hang everything up neatly. She would check if any ironing needed to be done and if there was any she would do that as well. In fact, Martha loved ironing in particular and found it so relaxing.

Lucy did check on Martha regularly, though. She had extremely high standards and expected Martha to meet them. If she didn’t then for the first offence she smacked Martha’s legs, for the second spanked her bare bottom, and for the third gave her twelve strokes of the cane. To make it easier for herself, she made Martha remove her dress before smacking her legs, and Martha had to then carry on cleaning in her bra and knickers. If a spanking was earned then the knickers and bra came off and stayed off even after the spanking. 

Of course, Lucy loved it when Martha had to walk around the flat naked. She wasn’t happy that she had had to discipline Martha, but that was just her duty. However, she loved seeing Martha’s creases and drooping fleshy skin and it did turn her on so much, and once Martha had finished her maid duties Lucy would lovingly take her to her bed and they would have tongue and finger sex during which they were lovers and girlfriends and equals as they gave each other orgasm after orgasm. Martha knew, though, it was Lucy’s decision to take her to bed and only once there were they equals, for a while at least. 

Lucy loved the total control she had over Martha particularly when managing her forgetfulness. She even tracked her using her mobile phone although it wasn’t because she didn’t trust her, because she did, but it was because she knew that Martha was forgetful and she preferred to know where she was.

It was using the tracking mechanism that led to one of Martha’s most embarrassing punishments. Martha had already spent the whole of the morning cleaning and hoovering the flat, washing the dirty clothes, ironing them all, and putting them away. Martha had said to ma’am that she needed to go shopping and asked ma’am to come with her. Lucy had said that she had to do some paperwork including paying bills and that Martha should go by herself. However, Lucy reminded Martha that several of her friends and neighbours were due for drinks and canapés this evening. She had booked one of the entertainment rooms at the discipline centre for the event. The public could also book these rooms, often because they had been a victim and watched the offender being disciplined and they would have drinks afterwards with the offender standing facing the wall with his or her bare bottom on show. The policewomen also often used the facility themselves even when no one was being disciplined, as the facilities were so good there. Lucy told Martha, sternly, to make sure that she was at the discipline centre no later than 5 o’clock so she could get everything sorted out. That would also give her enough time for her to have a shower and get changed.

Martha loved seeing ma’am’s friends and neighbours, all of whom were eighteen or nineteen-years-old, and was looking forward to it, even though it would be her job to get the food and drinks ready, and to serve them. So, Martha agreed to keep to that timescale and happily left the house and went to the local mall. However, she quickly lost track of the time as she walked around the department store looking for a present for ma’am. 

Lucy always insisted on the highest standards from Martha. She knew she was short-tempered with her but equally knew that she was good for Martha. However, she always expected everything to be done in a timely fashion and saw it as her maternal duty to deal with Martha strictly and severely for every shortcoming. So, when Martha failed to get to the discipline centre on time and also failed to telephone, Martha had no compunction about giving Martha a lesson she hoped she would always remember. She had tracked Martha and knew where she was, and had even telephoned but Martha hadn’t heard and it went through to voicemail which she never responded to.

Martha was already an hour late when she heard her phone ping and saw it was a message from ma’am. She was more concerned, though, when she saw she had missed three calls already. She knew that failing to answer her phone to ma’am meant an automatic corner time and spanking due to her lack of attention. However, Martha had never before missed three phone calls and so didn’t know what punishment she would have earned because of that.

Martha decided the best thing to do was to phone ma’am back. She did so, and got an immediate reply. However, there were no niceties asking how she was or how the shopping trip had gone, but just a curt, “Get your very naughty bottom to the discipline centre, you naughty old woman, because my friends are here and you have not done the setting up that you were supposed to have done.“

Martha said in a very concerned voice, “I am so sorry, ma’am. I will come straight away, ma’am.“

Lucy didn’t even respond but just clicked the phone off. So, as Martha hurried to the discipline centre, she knew that she was going to be disciplined when they got home for being so late, and, having forgotten about ma’am’s friends, was only going to increase her punishment further.

Martha arrived at the discipline centre and followed two women her own age in, thinking that they both looked like offenders who were there to be punished. Well, Martha told herself that she was also going to be punished later on, but not like these offenders who were now at the reception desk. 

Officer Riley wasn’t on duty today and it was a policewoman Martha didn’t recognise. Martha waited her turn, wanting to barge in and ask where to go, but held back thinking she was late enough already. When she stepped forward she asked, “Please can you tell me the reception room number for Officer Lucy, ma’am?”

Officer Lang, as her name badge showed, looked at her register and then said sternly, “Officer Lucy isn’t on duty today. Anyway, just go to the changing room and you will be met there.”

Martha didn’t think that sounded right and queried it. “Are you sure, ma’am?” she asked politely.

Officer Lang snapped back with, “Yes, old woman,” and wrote a note and holding it up for Martha to take said sternly, “Take this. That is two extra strokes for questioning me.”

Martha blanched as she took the note and wanted to say as politely as possible that Officer Lang was wrong, but was too worried and so thought it best to take the note and go to the changing room and try to get to ma’am from there. 

When Martha got to the changing room, Officer Spencer was also quite short with her. “You are late, so that gets you extras. Now get undressed and bring your locker key back straight away.”

Martha again wanted to argue but Officer Spencer looked away and Martha had no choice but to do what she was told. She knew that the policewomen had total authority and she could be disciplined by any of them and so needed to find one who might be more sympathetic. Of course, Martha knew that if she had got there on time then ma’am would have met her at the reception desk and taken her to the correct room. Now she was on her own in an environment where the teenage policewomen held the granny offenders almost in contempt, and they were usually right to do so. However, Martha still respected the teenagers' professionalism so much and reckoned they would get her to the entertainment room and it would all work out in the end. 

So, Martha went to the locker and got undressed. She was still nervous as she unzipped her dress and slid it downwards, catching her knickers on the way. She stepped out of both her dress and knickers and folded them before putting them in the locker. She then unclipped her bra, slipped the straps down her arms, caught it, and put it in the locker and locked it. She did glance at herself in the mirror and saw her grey hair and all of her creases and folded flesh but knew she looked good for a woman her age. Hoping to get to ma’am quickly still, she took a deep breath and then went and handed the locker key back to Officer Spencer. 

Just then another policewoman, Officer Benson, came in and demanded in a stern tone, “Is this her?”

Officer Spencer replied, “Yes, she is late so has extras and two more as well from reception.”

Officer Benson glared at Martha and ordered, “Right, have a shower and then I can take you to the room.”

Martha realised Officer Benson said room and not punishment room and so hopefully the mistake had been rectified. So, she happily took a quick shower and felt better for it and returned to Officer Benson to be taken to ma’am and so walked along the corridor next to Officer Benson and saw a sign to the entertainment rooms. 

Martha followed the sign but felt her ear grabbed and heard Officer Benson snap, “Stay with me old woman,” and then felt a hard smack on her bottom and realised she was being led towards the punishment rooms. Officer Benson took a spatula off her belt and started to smack Martha’s bottom at each step, just like her original time at the discipline centre. Martha gasped after each spank with the spatula as she was led by her ear along the corridor and passed by other women her age also naked and also being spanked with the spatula as they were led along by the ear. 

Officer Benson didn’t need to tug Martha’s ear too hard as the spatula was keeping her in line, evidenced by the gasp after each spank. “It only goes against you when you don’t do as you are told, old woman,” she pointed out sternly. 

Martha wanted to say it was all a mistake but between the clasped ear and spanked bottom she couldn’t get the words out. It was almost a relief when they stopped outside a door and Officer Benson stopped spanking Martha with the spatula, but did keep a hold of her ear.

Officer Benson pushed open the door and ordered, “Get in there, old woman, and get what is coming to you.”

Martha saw she was being directed into a punishment room and as she got her breath back she started to say, “But, ma’am,” but then Officer Langton spanked her with the spatula again and ordered more firmly, “Get inside. Six strokes are added and it will be twelve more in three seconds.”

Martha gasped and took the threat seriously and so quickly stepped into the room and saw Officer Benson follow her in and close the door firmly. Martha was weepy eyed as she saw the stern-faced look on Officer Benson’s face. There had clearly been a mistake, but, to be fair to Officer Benson, it wasn’t her fault as she was told to take her to the punishment room. In reality, Martha told herself, it was her own fault for forgetting the time and not getting here when she should have done. If she had done as she was told then none of this would be happening to her so she really had let herself down, again, and her ma’am. Still, her ma’am won’t know what was happening to her and would just think she was even later, although, as she saw Officer Benson get a cane from the cupboard, she supposed that would be proof enough of what had happened to her when she arrived at the discipline centre. 

Sure enough, Officer Benson ordered, “Bend over the caning table, old woman. Make sure those drooping breasts aren’t squashed too much.”

Martha bit her lip as she went and stood at the end of the table and then bent over and stretched her arms up toward the leather cuffs. She certainly hadn’t expected to ever have to do this again, although had been caned by her ma’am regularly and so the thought didn’t unnerve her too much. However, like last time, the cane would be applied over what she reckoned must be bruises from the spatula and so would sting for ages afterwards. Right now she really wished that she had kept track of the time, and would be asking ma’am to help train her to be more responsible about things. 

Officer Langton waited for Martha to be stretched out before going to the top of the table and securing both her wrists in the leather cuffs. After doing that she placed her finger on the centre of Martha’s neck and ran her finger down the centre of her back as she walked to the business end of the table. 

Martha felt Officer Langton's finger running down her back and thought that was unusual for a policewoman. Did this teenager fancy her, she wondered, and would her finger continue and run along her pussy lips? Without thinking, Martha parted her legs slightly to encourage Officer Benson to do just that, and she felt flutters flying around her vagina as the finger was rubbed down to the small of her back and actually sliding over her stretched bottom hole. Martha was so aroused by this and even lifted her bottom up thinking that, maybe, Officer Benson would edge her finger inside her. 

Next moment Martha gasped as she felt a hard smack on the back of her leg followed by another on the back of her other leg. That was followed by smack after smack on the back of alternate legs and a gasp each time as the stinging intensified. Martha suddenly reminded herself that it wasn’t for her to encourage Officer Benson to finger her, and it looked very much as though that was never her intention. 

Officer Benson smiled as she saw Martha part her legs and kept smiling as she saw her raise her bottom up. These old women, she told herself, were so up themselves. Well, she did have the most gloriously creased skin and she had already referred to her wonderfully drooping full breasts, and loved running her finger over her so fleshy bottom cheeks and touching her bottom hole, but Martha shouldn’t have reacted as she did. Well, she was certainly going to be getting more cane strokes than she had reckoned on when walking through the front door, not to mention the spanks with the spatula and now having the backs of her legs smacked. It served her right, Officer Benson told herself. 

The smacks to the backs of her legs continued and the stinging intensified as Martha heard movement in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw some women entering the seating upstairs. It was then she realised she recognised several of the women as being friends of ma’am Lucy, and some of her neighbours as well. They all had drinks in their hands as well and were pointing at her and giggling to each other. How come they knew to come and watch her being caned, she asked herself? It was then she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom and she wanted to call out that Officer Benson could ask any of these arrivals and she would be told about the mistake. She was even relieved that she wouldn’t be caned now. 

However, Martha hadn’t heard ma’am Lucy quietly enter the punishment room and take the cane from Officer Benson with a smile. Officer Benson also smiled as she handed the cane over. 

Lucy stopped rubbing the cane from side to side, pulled her arm back, and landed a hard stroke across Martha’s already red bottom. She heard Martha gasp and saw her turn her head shouting something out, just as she landed the second stroke. 

Martha was shocked by the stroke as she was too busy looking at the arrivals to focus on the cane. She let out a gasp and turned her head, calling out, “Stop, stop, it’s a mistake.” Then she saw it was her ma’am who was holding the cane up high and then whipped it down on to her bottom again. Martha gasped and was shocked as she let out a very weak and weepy pleading, “Please, ma’am.”

Lucy landed the third stroke and waited for Martha to gasp and saw the pain etched across her lined face and the welt appear and said sternly, “You so deserve this for being so late, you naughty old woman,” and whipped the cane down for the fourth stroke.

Martha knew that ma’am called her names when very annoyed with her and so wasn’t surprised when the fifth stroke bit into her already stinging bottom. She didn’t argue anymore, because she knew that ma’am was right to discipline her.

Lucy landed the sixth stroke making it the hardest of them all and told herself she was right to do so. After all, she had had to get the canteen staff to get the food ready for her friends because Martha wasn’t there, and to pour the drinks. They hadn’t minded, but that wasn’t the point. It was Martha’s job and she had failed to do it and a spanking, and other punishments, were a natural consequence.

Lucy let Martha struggle with the obvious stinging pain of the six hard cane strokes, knowing the old women her age would be telling themselves to remember what they had to do in future. Equally, though, Lucy knew that whilst they had the best intentions, the reality tended to be very different because they so quickly forgot once the pain subsided. 

Once Martha had recovered Lucy released the leather cuffs and ordered, “Get up, old woman, so you can help. I know you are still owed another eight cane strokes and I will be giving you those, and any others you earn, after making love to you tonight.”

Martha was sniffing back sobs as she eased herself up but remembered not to rub her stinging bottom until told she could by ma’am. She did look up at Lucy’s friends and neighbours and saw them smiling back down at her and made comments about the likelihood her bottom was stinging madly, as well as more comments about her drooping breasts bouncing around after being flattened as she lay on the caning table. She still accepted it was her own fault and so wouldn’t blame them for being rude about her, and supposed the comments would continue when she was serving them food and drinks, but at least she would have her clothes on.

Martha was at least happy that ma’am had said they would be making love tonight. Sure there would be the eight, or more, cane strokes before they cuddled up and went to sleep, but she knew that ma’am loved to squeeze her welted hot bottom cheeks just as she loved ma’am squeezing them.

Lucy let Martha listen to the comments for a few moments before ordering, “Let’s get back to the reception room and we can join the others.”

Martha smiled at her ma’am and felt more relaxed and asked, “Shall I go to the changing room to get my clothes and then join you, ma’am?”

Lucy didn’t smile but just replied curtly, “No, you naughty old woman, you will follow me to see my friends and get your clothes later.”

Martha gasped as she realised that meant she would be staying naked all the time, and gasped again when she saw the spatula in ma’am’s hand. 

Lucy deliberately showed Martha the spatula, and, as they walked along the corridor and up the stairs, so she landed a spank on Martha’s red welted bottom cheeks at every step and heard her pain-filled gasp. 

Martha walked quickly knowing that each step still meant another hard spank with the spatula, but knew why ma’am was doing it and that she was right as otherwise she wouldn’t be moving very quickly at all and would be looking around her and chatting. Instead, she was gasping with pain just like all the other women being led by the policewomen to the punishment rooms. 
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As they got to the reception room, Lucy said in a very stern voice, “You really are so very naughty, you old woman. I don’t know how many times I have to deal with your misbehaviour and bad timekeeping, but, believe me, as I know you need to be taught a lesson every time, I will continue to do so. Don’t forget, I love you so much, and that makes me even more intent on correcting your errors. Now get inside.”

Martha walked in and was met by the smirking faces of ma’am’s friends and neighbours and got ready to serve them. However, she noticed they all had drinks and plates with food on them, and then noticed several young ladies serving the food and drink.

Lucy went and sat on a chair and then ordered very sternly, “Come here, you naughty old woman.”

Martha turned and saw ma’am sitting on a chair and with some trepidation went and stood by her. She knew ma’am often sat on a chair when smacking her legs, and winced when she stood next to ma’am who then started to rub the front of her leg, saying, “Like I said outside you really do need to learn not to misbehave and be late.”

With that, Lucy pulled her hand back and brought her open palm down very hard on the front of Martha’s thigh. She then pulled her hand back up, and brought her open palm down once again, this time on Martha’s other thigh. Both times, Martha gasped, but they both knew that leg smacking was a regular method of discipline, made easier because Martha loved to wear very short skirts and dresses, and also, because of that, Martha’s red legs were readily on show for quite some time after her leg smacking. Today was even better as Martha was naked and already had a welt covered bruised bottom and reddened thighs for the guests to see at their leisure. 

Lucy kept on smacking Martha’s legs as she glared up at her and said sternly, “This wouldn’t be necessary if you had got here on time.” 

As much as the smacks stung, Martha was aware of the comments from her ma’am’s friends, including, “Some of these old women really don’t learn,“ and, “This is exactly how these old women need to be dealt with.“

Martha was as humiliated by the comments as she was by the smacks on the fronts of her thighs. She even didn’t register fully as her arm was pulled and she was turned around so that her ma’am would be able to easily smack the backs of her thighs. The comments continued even as the stinging intensified as her ma’am smacked alternately the backs of both of her thighs.

Lucy continued to smack Martha’s legs but didn’t have any sympathy for her, although she loved her to bits, but knew she needed to be this strict with her so loveable chummy granny. 

Martha heard the continuing murmurs between the teenage friends and neighbours, all agreeing the punishment was well earned and had to be as severe as it was, However, she also heard the giggles and whispers as the girls discussed her creased skin, drooping breasts, and fleshy tummy and thighs. She never stopped being embarrassed by the comments, although, to be fair, she thought that she looked pretty good for a woman her age, However, it was when she was amongst ma’am’s friends that she saw the difference between their firm skin and toned arms and legs and flat tummies, compared to her own shape.

Martha also became conscious of the comments from the girls about her reddened legs and bottom cheeks. Of course, most of her own friends had already watched as her ma’am put her across her lap and spanked her bare bottom with her hand and hairbrush and spatula and belt and almost any other wooden or leather implement that she had available. However, the more she thought about it, the more Martha realised that that was exactly what she needed, which was why she didn’t hold anything against her ma’am who she knew loved her and only had her best interests at heart. It was right, in these days of 2040 where rule-breakers suffered much sterner penalties than in years gone by, and she knew that the more severe the punishment, the longer she would remember it, and the less likely she would be to be dilatory for the foreseeable future. Gone were the days when a light tap on the wrist was the penalty as it was proven only severe penalties were the incentive not to re-offend. Indeed, it had been shown that mild punishments were actually an incentive to re-offend. Now, with more severe penalties, the incentive went the other way not to re-offend, and, as her ma’am was a policewoman, she knew only too well the benefits of giving a severe penalty compared to a light one.

Lucy allowed the embarrassing and derogatory comments to go on for a little while knowing that Martha would be embarrassed by them. She then said to her friends, as she held Martha’s ear tightly, “I have had to discipline this very naughty old woman because she forgot to get here on time. However, I hope it will be a well-learned lesson. She will now circulate amongst you and please feel free to ask her about her punishment and to feel the welts on her bottom. She should be respectful to you all, but if she isn’t then please tell me and I will deal with her.”

Happy that Martha would be suitably embarrassed when her friends saw her smacked legs close up, she ordered, “Right, you naughty old woman, go and be sociable with my friends and neighbours.“

Martha was horrified that she would have to remain undressed in front of her ma’am’s teenage friends and neighbours. However, she also knew her ma’am was teaching her well and she would remember this for a long time. Even having to be sociable whilst undressed was going to be memorable because it would to be so embarrassing and humiliating. Indeed, it was all of that as she got so many requests to turn around so the teenagers could feel the ridges of the welts on her bottom, or the warmed reddened fleshy skin of her thighs, and so, once again, knew her ma’am was exactly right.

Martha got used to the comments and the teenagers feeling her cane welts and warmed thighs but knew it was all part of her lesson. What she also knew was that ma’am loved her and when they got home, assuming she was still well behaved, ma’am would take her to bed with her and they would kiss and cuddle and caress each other as they always did when she was well behaved. She so loved her teenage dominant girlfriend who she knew had her best interests at heart and didn’t want her to stop correcting all of her faults. That way she was so much better off and, as painful as it was to be spanked and caned and have her legs smacked so hard, she knew she deserved it and that it was her own fault, and was just so thankful that her ma’am loved her enough to deal with her and to love her so much. 

Lucy smiled at the contrite Martha and knew she would remain well behaved. She was also looking forward to taking her chummy granny girlfriend to bed and sucking her huge drooping breasts and large taut nipples and her fleshy thighs and tummy, and kiss her gorgeous turtle neck and stretched pussy lips as they gave each other huge orgasms. She so loved her granny girlfriend and knew they were both a lot happier because she was so strict with her. In fact, she was sure they would stay together forever, just as her mummy Cindy and granny Tina were.