A New Way To Learn Maths: Miss Downey's Story Chapter Ten free porn video

Lauren Halliday found herself in detention with her Maths Mistress, Miss O’Driscoll, for the fourth time that school year. It wasn’t because Lauren was particularly badly behaved, it was simply down to the fact that she struggled with the A-Level Maths course at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School and, despite her pleas at the end of year twelve, she had been refused permission to change to another subject. No matter how hard she tried, the eighteen-year-old sixth form student just couldn’t grasp the complicated subject that was so much more difficult than GCSE Maths had been nearly two years previously.

She didn’t even mind Clare O’Driscoll, her Maths teacher, unlike some of the other girls in her class. Lauren smiled as she remembered what Charlotte Beccles, a girl in her Form Class, had done to try and embarrass Miss O’Driscoll. The seventeen-year-old had removed the screws in the teacher’s chair and waited for the tall and slim thirty-year-old Maths Mistress to sit down. However, Clare had discovered the sabotage before she had sat down and shortly afterwards, had discovered who the culprit was. That had resulted in Charlotte receiving a detention with Miss Downey which had been a particularly painful and tearful one. Lauren Halliday sighed heavily with relief that it was not Helen Downey supervising her detention that evening.

The short, blonde-haired sixth former tried to complete the work that Miss O’Driscoll had asked her to complete but it was no good. She simply did not understand it no matter how many times the tall and thin dark-haired Maths Mistress had tried to explain it to her. Lauren sat staring at Clare, who was sitting behind her desk at the front of the classroom marking a set of exercise books. Lauren looked at her watch – she had only been in detention for fifteen minutes and had another forty-five minutes before she would be allowed to leave. She returned to the complicated Maths questions on the sheet and decided to give them one last go.

Five minutes later, Lauren Halliday looked over at Clare O’Driscoll, who had pushed her comfortable padded chair back from her desk and had got to her feet. She stood behind her desk for a moment looking at Lauren. The tall Maths Mistress placed her large hands on her hips and tried to push her small breasts out so that they would stand out beneath the grey cotton blouse she was wearing. She slowly walked to the back of the classroom where the sixth former was sat and was soon sitting on the table across from where Lauren was sitting.

“So, Lauren. Have you managed to answer those questions this time?” Clare O’Driscoll spoke quietly.

The eighteen-year-old looked over at her teacher and shook her head, unintentionally closing her book where the wrong answers had been scribbled.

“Sorry, Miss. I still don’t understand how to do them. They just don’t make any sense to me, Miss.” Lauren Halliday reached behind her head with her right hand and began playing with her hair that was tied up neatly.

“You don’t understand it?” Miss O’Driscoll replied with a fed-up tone in her voice.

Lauren looked down at her closed book and shook her head.

“No, Miss. I wish that Mrs. McNamara had allowed me to drop Maths and do Sociology instead. I just don’t get it at all.” She continued to fidget with her hair, avoiding looking at her teacher.

Lauren’s teacher reached across and took the exercise book that the girl had been working in and opened it, flicking through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Her facial expressions confirmed to the sixth former that she had done everything wrong and was in for it. Clare did not help the situation by her repeated “tut!” coming from her mouth as she discovered that all of Lauren’s answers were either wrong or simply left blank.

“You have got everything wrong, Lauren. And after I had gone through how to do them with you.” The thirty-year-old teacher closed the thin book gently and placed it back on the girl’s desk.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I just don’t get Maths at all.” Lauren Halliday knew how to play her teacher and put on her best upset face and started to sniff and sob.

Clare O’Driscoll was having none of it.

“Stop that now, young lady or we’ll be taking a trip to Mrs. McNamara’s office again.” She got to her feet and looked down on the small, blonde-haired girl.

Miss O’Driscoll shook her head at the sixth form girl and placed her hands on her hips. She really was letting her class of high-achieving girls down and Clare knew that her methods of dragging those struggling students through their exams had never failed to deliver in the past. This time, Lauren Halliday was going to receive another dose of “encouragement” to help her to master the mathematical skills she needed in order to achieve her target grade. Clare O’Driscoll smiled at the blonde-haired sixth former, who continued to sniff and sob quietly although no tears were falling from her eyes. She turned and walked to the front of her classroom and opened the doors to the tall cupboard that stood to the right-hand side of the room.

Lauren knew what was coming her way and looked down at her table. She had been punished by her dark-haired Maths teacher three times already that year. To be honest, Clare O’Driscoll was one of the gentler teachers at St. Katherine’s School when it came to administering punishments, and the eighteen-year-old girl didn’t mind a spanking from her if it meant that she could go home soon afterwards.

The tall, slim Maths Mistress rummaged around in the cupboard for a few moments before bringing out the implements that she needed. She closed the doors to the wooden cupboard quietly and walked the short distance to the front row of student desks where she laid her thick wooden ruler, small oval-shaped leather paddle (identical to the one which Head Girl Kim Campbell had spanked Lauren with earlier that year for failing to attend a netball fixture) and her school strap. Clare took a deep breath and turned back to her desk where she pulled out her leather-backed chair, rolling it across the floor until she had it where she wanted it. She sat down and ironed the creases from her short black skirt which had risen up revealing her long and shapely legs.

Clare O’Driscoll smiled to herself. She had continued to wear short skirts at work most days despite being asked not to do so by Michelle Smith, who was the Head of the Maths Department and, most recently, by Laura Hatton, who as well as being the Head of Music was the Assistant Head Mistress in charge of staff well-being. She carefully adjusted the sleeves of her long-sleeved grey cotton blouse and placed her large hands, which the girls referred to as “shovels”, in her lap.

“Okay, Lauren. I think you need another dose of encouragement, don’t we?” Clare stared at the girl who raised her head.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I just don’t get Maths,” Lauren Halliday sniffed.

The thirty-year-old Maths Mistress smiled at the blonde-haired girl. Clare shuffled around on her comfortable leather chair as she felt her juices starting to flow. She could feel that she was becoming hot at the thought of having the eighteen-year-old girl across her knee once again. Clare O’Driscoll licked her lips.

“Well, I think you better come and stand here, young lady and get your skirt and knickers off – you know what’s coming your way seen as this is the fourth time that I’ve had to spank you this year.” The teacher stared at the girl before she continued.

“It's quite a record, Miss Halliday. And with your visits to other teachers and to the Head Girl’s room I imagine that you are close to becoming the most punished sixth former at St. Katherine’s School this year – Quite an honour, isn’t it, Lauren?”

The young lady fidgeted with her long blonde hair and tried to avoid looking at her teacher.

“Get up and come here and take that skirt and your knickers off, young lady!” Clare raised her voice slightly.

Eventually, Lauren Halliday slid her chair away from her desk and got to her feet, slowly walking to the front of the classroom where Clare O’Driscoll was sat. Once she had covered the distance in sixteen short steps, she stood to Clare’s left-hand side and looked down at the dark-haired Maths Mistress, who looked up at her.

“Come on, Lauren. You know the routine better than most at this school. Do not waste my time,” she said softly before smiling at the girl.

The short, blonde-haired sixth form student slowly and carefully removed her navy St. Katherine’s Girls School blazer and folded it up, placing it on the desk next to where Clare had laid the ruler, paddle and strap. Next, she kicked off her shiny black leather school shoes and bent down to pick them up before placing them in the aisle between the rows of desks. Lauren bit her lip nervously, as Clare continued to stare at her. The eighteen-year-old sixth former reached behind her and unzipped her black pleated school skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor before she stepped out of it, reached down to pick it up and folded it neatly, placing it on top of her school blazer.

She was sure that she saw Miss O’Driscoll licking her lips but ignored that and slipped her small hands down the sides of her white, regulation school knickers and slowly removed them, carefully stepping out of them before placing them on top of her skirt and blazer that were lying on the desk. She stood there in just her white school blouse and striped school tie, her small breasts standing out proudly underneath. Lauren was aware that her Maths teacher was looking at her vagina, which was on show and continued to sob and sniff quietly.

“Pick up the ruler and paddle from that desk and hand them to me, young lady.” Clare removed her hands from her lap and sat back in the comfortable padded leather chair.

Lauren Halliday obeyed and turned back to the desk, picking up the requested implements in her left hand before returning them to her teacher, who had her right hand outstretched awaiting them. Miss O’Driscoll smiled before placing the ruler and paddle on the carpeted floor next to her right ankle.

“Right, Lauren. Let’s see if I can’t encourage you to try harder in my lesson. Over my knee, you go. Hands flat on the floor and no fuss or I’ll be emailing Ms. Storey about your apparent lack of effort. Are we clear?” The young Maths teacher smiled as the girl stepped close to her.

“Yes, Miss O’Driscoll. Please don’t tell Ms. Storey. I’ll try harder – I promise,” she replied frantically.

Lauren walked around to Clare’s right-hand side, the teacher indicating where she wanted the girl to stand by pointing with her large right hand.

The thirty-year-old teacher smiled as the sixth former reached across and slowly lowered herself over Clare’s small lap. The young lady placed her hands flat on the floor next to the ruler and paddle that were going to be used across her bottom. She shuffled around until she was comfortable and began to worry that she might wet herself as her bare skin rubbed against her teacher’s stocking-clad legs. Miss O’Driscoll placed her large left hand on the girl’s lower back and began rubbing the cold, pale white buttocks with her right hand. She smiled as she felt the girl push her crotch harder against her knees and gave Lauren’s private parts a quick touch with her fingers.

“Right, young lady. Take your punishment like a good St. Katherine’s girl or I will have to get Miss Downey, Ms. Smith, Mrs. McNamara and Ms. Storey involved,” Clare said softly, giving Lauren’s vagina a final stroke.

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll try harder, I promise,” Lauren Halliday replied frantically.

The tall Maths Mistress raised her large and heavy right hand in the air and paused, thinking about where to land her first blow. Once she was happy, she used the strength in her left hand to apply more pressure to the eighteen-year-old girl’s back, pushing her down and raising her small bottom higher. Without a sound, or without warning, Clare brought her right hand down across the lower part of Lauren’s bottom, ending its short journey with a loud “Smack!”

The sound echoed around the large classroom and Miss O’Driscoll smiled as she watched the girl’s small buttocks wobble. The eighteen-year-old sixth former gasped with pain but tried to maintain her composure. She had been spanked the previous school year by her then-Maths Mistress and Head of Year Twelve, Ms. Michelle Smith and also by the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. McNamara and they both spanked exceptionally hard. She had taken their punishments relatively well so she could take one from “shovel-handed COD” as the girls referred to Clare in private. Lauren had also been spanked and smacked twelve times with the oval-headed leather paddle by her friend, and Head Girl, Kim Campbell before so there was nothing to worry about.

Clare unintentionally made a moaning sound as she exhaled and opened her legs slightly. Lauren Halliday pushed her crotch into her teacher’s silky stockings and awaited the continuation of her punishment. Miss O’Driscoll took her left hand from the girl’s back and swept her long brown hair back behind her left ear before returning her hand to the sixth former’s back. She rubbed the small bottom lying defenceless over her knee before her for a moment and then raised her right hand in the air, bringing it down with a loud “Slap!” a moment later.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The Maths Mistress laid out half a dozen hard spanks across the centre of Lauren’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The girl’s right bum cheek received a visit from the heavy right hand of Miss O’Driscoll.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Clare evened up the treatment on the eighteen-year-old’s left buttock.

“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!”

The dark-haired Maths Mistress unleashed a frantic burst of slaps across every inch of the sixth former’s bare bottom over a period of about thirty seconds. She had mastered this over her five years at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School after witnessing her Head of Department and Assistant Head of Year Thirteen, Ms. Michelle Smith administer such a punishment to a girl who had constantly misbehaved in Clare’s lessons during her first year of teaching at the school. She paused for a few moments, giving Lauren a chance to catch her breath before administering another thirty-second burst.

“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, Clare O’Driscoll paused and ran her large right hand over Lauren Halliday’s bottom. The small, pale buttocks had been replaced by a bottom that was a mixture of deep shades of red and pink. It was hot to the touch and she had obviously started to get her message through to the sixth form girl, who was draped over her teacher’s lap, sniffing and sobbing loudly. As she looked down over the back of the head of the blonde-haired Lauren Halliday, Clare could see that her light-coloured carpet was starting to show dark water stains where the girl’s tears had fallen onto the floor. She decided to go for one final quick-fire burst, before moving on with Lauren’s punishment.

“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!”

This time, the teacher targeted Lauren’s thighs and backs of legs, which were turned a bright shade of pink in no time at all. The eighteen-year-old girl struggled to take it, squirming for all she was worth, but she managed to avoid annoying her young teacher. The pain in her bottom and thighs would be nothing compared what she would experience if she ended up being taken along to Ms. Smith or Mrs. McNamara or, worse still, Ms. Storey, as a result of not taking her punishment like a good St. Katherine’s girl. Finally, the spanking stopped, and the sixth former felt Clare place her right hand on her lower back. Her punishment was over – for the moment.

“Right, young lady. I want you to pass my leather paddle to me and I’m going to give you twelve smacks with it. Do you understand, girl?” Miss O’Driscoll asked coldly.

Lauren continued to sniff and sob, her tears continuing to hit the floor in front of her regularly. Her bottom was sore and hot and her attempts to move around whilst over Clare’s lap were futile due to the Maths Mistress’ strength. Eventually, Lauren Halliday had stopped sobbing enough to put a coherent reply together.

“S-sorry, M-Miss O’Driscoll,” she sobbed shaking her head as more tears fell onto the carpet below.

The eighteen-year-old girl looked to her right and saw the tan-coloured, leather oval-shaped paddle and picked it up in her right hand, reaching behind her and holding it out for her teacher. Clare O’Driscoll smiled as she took it gently from the sixth former and began tapping the small leather implement against Lauren’s already sore bottom. The young Maths teacher was not as confident when using implements to discipline the girls over her lap and simply tapped Lauren’s hot and red bottom with the small, solid leather paddle.

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

The first half a dozen smacks with Clare’s paddle did not hurt as much as Lauren Halliday had anticipated. She was so pleased that she was being punished by the young Maths Mistress, as opposed to Ms. Storey, who administered punishments at full force no matter what implement she was using. The eighteen-year-old sixth former moved around on Clare O’Driscoll’s stocking-clad knees and took the twelve smacks with relative ease.

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

“Smack!”

Miss O’Driscoll held the small oval-headed leather paddle in her right hand and admired the small bottom lying over her lap in front of her. It was a satisfying shade of red and was giving off a great deal of heat. Lauren Halliday had started to calm down and her sniffs and sobs had become few and far between.

“Up you get, you naughty girl and go and bend over the desk at the front of the class, please.” She stroked Lauren’s blonde hair with her left hand.

She sat back in her chair and waited as the eighteen-year-old sixth former got awkwardly to her feet. Lauren rubbed her sore bottom with both hands as she stood to her teacher’s right-hand side. Clare remained silent and simply stared at the short, blonde-haired schoolgirl, who eventually turned and walked over to the first row of student desks and bent over them, placing her hands on the chair that was underneath.

Out of Lauren’s view, Clare O’Driscoll got to her feet and adjusted her skirt so that it ended just above her knees. She walked across to Lauren Halliday and grabbed the girl around her slim waist with her left hand, pulling her close into her grey cotton blouse. She measured her thick, thirty-centimetre ruler across the backs of the girl’s legs and calves in front of her and smiled to herself. She really did love slapping naughty students on their bare legs, especially when they did not expect it.

“Now, young lady. You will receive twelve smacks with the ruler on the backs of your legs and I want no fuss or struggling, do you understand?” Miss O’Driscoll pressed the nasty piece of wood against Lauren’s right thigh and waited.

Lauren Halliday winced. She did not mind being hand spanked or paddled by Clare, but this was one part of the all too familiar punishment ritual with her Maths Teacher that she really hated. It was unpleasant. It hurt and more importantly, there would be no way of hiding it from the other teachers at St. Katherine’s, her friends, or worse still, her mother. She thought about pleading with the thirty-year-old Maths Mistress, but it was too late. Even before she could open her mouth to plead for mercy, Clare had tightened her grip around her waist and had rapped out the first half a dozen smacks. They landed, alternately, on the backs of her thighs.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

Lauren began to shout out and the sniffs, sobs and tears had returned. Clare simply held her tighter around her waist and took aim against her delicate calves. Within seconds she had completed this painful part of the girl’s punishment.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

The small, blonde-haired sixth former was crying uncontrollably, and Miss O’Driscoll wasted no time in moving onto the final part of the girl’s punishment. She released her grip around Lauren’s slim waist and placed her ruler gently on the desk where she had placed the school strap. The young Maths Mistress picked up the two-foot long piece of leather and took a deep breath. She checked the clock on the wall at the back of the classroom. 3.45pm. She really needed to get this done quickly and leave work by 4pm in order to make dinner with her friends, which she had arranged for that evening. She ignored Lauren Halliday’s sobs and decided to get this punishment over with.

“Six strokes with my strap, young lady and then we’re finished.” Miss O’Driscoll measured out the thick leather strap out across Lauren’s burning bottom before continuing.

“Then I’ll record it in Ms. Storey’s Punishment Register and then you can take those questions home and complete them for tomorrow morning. We’ll see how you do with them and if there is no improvement then maybe I will have to ask Ms. Smith to have a word with you.”

Clare smiled. She had to admit that she wouldn’t mind being punished by her Head of Department herself. Michelle Smith was an extremely sexy woman, who had the most impressive pair of breasts and was extremely sexual. She shook the thought from her head and concentrated on Lauren’s bottom that was lying in front of her, awaiting the finale to her punishment. Miss O’Driscoll took her strap back across her right shoulder and paused. She took a deep breath before bringing the severe piece of tan-coloured leather whistling through the air. It landed less than a second later across the centre of Lauren Halliday’s already burning bottom.

“Swish” was followed shortly afterwards by a “crack!” that echoed around the large classroom.

A few moments later and Clare administered the second stroke.

“Swish” and then a loud “crack!”

“Swish” and then a second later, a loud “crack!”

Lauren was crying loudly but tightened her grip on the chair that was under the desk over which she was bent. She wanted her punishment to be over and not give her teacher an excuse to award her extra strokes.

“Swish” followed shortly after another painful “crack!” as the fourth stroke cut into her buttock and thigh.

“Swish” followed by a painful “crack!” as Lauren’s right bum cheek received a solid swipe with the nasty piece of leather.

Clare O’Driscoll paused and leaned in close to inspect the girl’s bottom. It was hot to the touch and was a mix of bright reds and pinks. Her thighs and backs of legs were red in places where the ruler had connected with her bare skin. The teacher smiled and stood up, placing her strap back over her right shoulder. This was brought down heavily a second later, announcing its arrival against Lauren’s bottom with a final, and most painful, “Swish” “crack!”

Lauren Halliday shouted out and her cries became louder. She wriggled and squirmed around, still bent over the desk, trying to get away from the pain that her Maths Mistress had ignited in her small bottom.

Miss O’Driscoll left the girl bent over the desk while she busied herself by cleaning her implements and then returning them to her cupboard. She returned her chair to its place behind her desk and tapped out a quick email on her computer to inform Jasmine Storey and Nicola McNamara about Lauren’s punishment. After a few minutes, she closed her computer down and had gathered up her things and was ready to leave. She walked across to Lauren, who was still bent over the desk, sobbing and sniffing loudly.

“Get dressed, Lauren and I expect to see that sheet completed first thing tomorrow morning. Do you understand?” She stroked the girl’s back gently with her large right hand.

The eighteen-year-old sixth form student slowly got to her feet and turned to face her teacher, rubbing her hot bottom with her hands constantly.

“Yes, Miss O’Driscoll,” she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her right hand.

Lauren Halliday dressed awkwardly and within five minutes was presentable in her St. Katherine’s Girls’ School uniform. She had also gathered up her books and pencil case, stuffing them quickly into her school bag.

“I’d get to the toilets and clean your face before you leave school if I was you,” Clare smiled as she opened the door to her classroom and walked out into the corridor.

The tall Maths Mistress waited for Lauren to join her in the corridor before closing the door quietly. She turned and walked down the corridor and towards the main reception. The eighteen-year-old girl headed in the opposite direction and towards the toilets in the sixth form block. As Clare O’Driscoll was entering the details of Lauren’s latest detention and punishment in the Punishment Register at the main reception, Lauren Halliday saw Miss Downey coming out of Mrs. McNamara’s office and heading back to her classroom. She smiled as she noticed Lauren.

“Hello, sweetie. Why are you still here so late?” Helen smiled.

“Detention with Miss O’Driscoll. Sorry, Miss.” Lauren, like most of the girls in 13 HDY, loved Helen Downey and did not want to upset her.

“Did you get spanked again?” Miss Downey asked softly noticing Lauren’s tear-stained face.

Lauren Halliday turned and raised her black school skirt, revealing the red marks that her Maths Mistress’ ruler had left on the backs of her legs and calves.

“Ouch!” Helen exclaimed and unintentionally took hold of Lauren’s left hand.

“Do you want me to put some cream on that, dear?” Helen smiled sweetly and was already gently leading the sixth former towards her classroom.

“Yes, please, Miss Downey,” the eighteen-year-old replied excitedly in between her sniffing.

Once they had covered the small distance to Helen’s classroom, Miss Downey waited for Lauren to enter and closed the door quietly behind them. She hurried across to her desk and opened the top left-hand drawer where she brought out a tube of cooling cream. She walked back across to Lauren and smiled at the small eighteen-year-old, who was still an inch taller than the diminutive History teacher.

“Take your blazer and your skirt and knickers off, Lauren and then bend over that table,” she instructed quietly but smiled as the sixth former hurried to get undressed.

Within a moment, Lauren Halliday had once again removed her blazer, her shoes, skirt and knickers and was facing Helen Downey. She had heard about how Miss Downey soothed the girls after their punishments and had no reason to doubt what Karen, Abbie, Charlotte and Katherine had told the other girls about what Helen had done to them after they had been spanked by her. Lauren lowered herself over the front row of desks and stuck her red and throbbing bottom high in the air.

Miss Downey smiled as she saw Lauren’s well-punished bottom. She flipped open the cap of the tube of cream and squirted a good amount into her right hand, placing the tube on the table next to where Lauren Halliday was lying. Miss Downey covered the eighteen-year-old’s bottom with the cream and massaged the hot and red buttocks slowly and gently, listening to Lauren’s gentle moans as she was becoming aroused. Helen could also feel herself becoming turned on and smiled as she took another handful of cream and dealt with the redness on the backs of Lauren Halliday’s legs. After five minutes, Helen was finished but continued to stroke the girl’s bottom with her hand.

Lauren turned her head to look at Helen. She wanted the same treatment as her friends had received at the hands of sweet Miss Downey.

“Miss, will you do what you did to Abbie for me, please?” Lauren Halliday stared at her Form Mistress.

Helen knew what the girl meant and definitely wanted to masturbate the blonde-haired eighteen-year-old, who she liked a lot. She decided to play ignorant.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lauren. What has Abbie told you?” Helen’s right hand moved from the sixth former’s bottom to her vagina. She could feel the dampness.

Lauren Halliday gasped and then smiled at her young form mistress.

“She said you pleasured her after she had been spanked in the hall the other week, Miss,” the girl moaned as Helen placed her finger slightly inside her vagina.

Helen smiled sweetly.

“Pleasured her? And how am I supposed to have done that, sweetie?” Helen Downey smiled and pushed her finger further inside Lauren’s pussy.

Lauren’s moans became louder and her breathing became heavier as her teacher touched every inch of her.

“Make me cum, Miss. Please, Miss Downey!” The eighteen-year-old began to raise her voice but realised where she was and managed to contain herself.

Miss Downey leaned over and kissed Lauren Halliday on the back of her neck and touched the girl’s breasts through her white school blouse. She continued to rub Lauren’s pussy, moving her fingers forwards and backwards, firstly slowly, then quicker and quicker, until the sixth former was gasping for breath. Helen was sweating and extremely aroused but concentrated on the eighteen-year-old, smiling as she came, the girl silencing her orgasmic scream by placing her right hand in her mouth and muffling the sound.

Helen Downey left her fingers inside Lauren’s moist vagina for a few moments before bringing them out gently. She calmly picked up her tube of gel from the desk and returned it to her drawer. Lauren Halliday lay face down over the desk, legs spread and bottom on show for a few minutes before slowly getting to her feet. She was exhausted and took an age to dress herself.

“Now. You best get yourself to the toilet and clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.” Helen sat down behind her desk and reached for an exercise book to mark.

Lauren headed to the door of the classroom and opened it slowly, all the time looking at twenty-three-year-old Helen Downey. She was so glad that she had believed her friends and hoped for a repeat performance with the sweet and gentle History Mistress in her final term at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School. Helen had typed an email before she went home that evening. She had explained to her counsellor that it had happened again and that she needed a firmer course of treatment to help her this time. Once she had arrived home, she had locked the front door behind her and headed upstairs where she had masturbated on her bed until her urges had been taken care of.