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Saturday arrived all too quickly for Stella although equally, she hated the wait. She had played over in her mind so many times how Miss Dawkins had disciplined her and she knew some of the cane welts were still showing although the stinging had gone. That wasn’t her main concern, though, as Megan lived with her and was her ex-partner's daughter, and yet it was Megan who was supposed to now discipline her for masturbating during her first punishment.

Not sure how the morning would pan out, though, Stella prepared herself for a spanking by wearing a vest top and a short skirt with bare legs, knowing the skirt could easily be pulled up above her waist.

Megan arrived at ten o’clock and was very cheerful as she dropped her bag in the hallway and went with Stella into the living area, and both of them glanced at the dining table and saw the two canes as she and Stella went and sat on the sofa.

Stella thought Megan looked so lovely, and sexy even, for a youngster of course, in her red tight vest top and white very tight micro cloth shorts.

Stella thought it best to talk about something other than discipline and asked, “How’s Uni?”

Megan could tell that Stella was unhappy about being disciplined by her and, to be fair, she had no intention of doing so but just wanted to mess with her mind a bit. So, she just thought she would have a bit of fun at Stella’s expense and got straight to the point and ignored the question. “More important, we need to deal with you, don’t we.” It was said as a statement rather a question.

Stella was still feeling uncomfortable. “But you are so much like a daughter to me, Megan, and surely a daughter shouldn’t spank her own mum?”

Megan pressed back. “But dad doesn’t live here with you anymore so aren’t I more like a lodger, Stella?” She forced herself to keep a straight face but was enjoying the discussion and the pressure she was putting Stella under. Gone too were the days when she called Stella her mum. Once her dad had left she quickly called Stella by her name, and Stella never minded that.

Stella knew the situation was unusual. When Megan and her dad moved in, Stella and Megan's dad were having an affair and it looked like they would get married. However, after a couple of bad rows, he went off on a business trip and only came back once to get his things. Megan was asked to go with him and he’d assumed she would, but she had started Uni and didn’t want the added disruption, and as Stella liked her and Megan didn’t like her dad’s new girlfriend, she stayed. So, in fact, Stella saw the sense of seeing Megan as a lodger.

More than that, Stella did like Megan more like a friend than a daughter and enjoyed going to the shops together and helping each other buy clothes and the like.

Megan had similar feelings for Stella and she too saw her more like a friend and was relaxed about the age difference. She even found it funny when shop staff assumed they were mum and daughter and they both laughed about that.

Megan pressed Stella further to get a daughter-like revenge as it was Stella who had insisted that Megan enroll in the Programme when starting Uni. Of course, Megan had only joked about Stella signing up when she started her evening class but after a couple of drinks, she agreed to do so and, by the end of the evening and a bottle of wine, had even unwittingly nominated Megan as her Responsible Adult.

So, Megan said with a straight face, “Well, rules are rules, and if you masturbated yourself to an orgasm during your spanking then you need a second session.”

Stella wasn’t sure how to argue against Megan although the thought struck her that maybe Megan was using this as a way of leaving the Programme herself. Stella, therefore, asked, “Look, Megan, what if we agreed you could opt out of the Programme and I did as well? Would that work for you?”

Megan hadn’t even thought of manoeuvring herself out of the Programme and was actually wondering rather more how come Stella masturbated during the spanking. Was she turned on by being spanked, she wondered, and Megan wanted to find that out about Stella’s sexual fantasies right then. Keeping a straight face Megan replied, “I don’t think so, Stella. Actually, as I understand it, if you don’t accept my punishment then you still get kicked out of your course.”

Megan wasn’t certain about that but then she doubted Stella had the rule book, and if she had, she would have looked it up already.

Stella pursed her lips at Megan’s rejection of her offer. However, as she kept on trying to avoid the punishment she also knew that she had fantasised quite often about Megan spanking her. She masturbated a lot when no man was in her life, which was most of the time, and she pictured herself across the laps of all sorts of women she saw in the street, on the bus or train, or in the shops. As she had seen Megan pretty much undressed so many times when shopping for clothes together she had become quite a regular fantasy of hers. Of course, being nearly half her own age always held her back in reality, but it wasn’t a problem in her fantasies. However, as Megan pressed her, Stella wondered whether she could stop her resistance and appear reluctant as she accepted the punishment and lived out the dream, and, as she thought those thoughts, she felt the same flutters flying around her vagina as when she thought about the dominant Miss Dawkins.

Megan pressed again. “I really do think we need to do this, Stella,” she said firmly.

Stella blushed and knew no matter what her feelings were for her that Megan wasn’t going to let it go and bit her lip in anticipation of conceding, before saying, “Okay, Megan, like you say, rules are rules and I broke one, even though I didn’t know it, but of course that is no defence.”

Megan saw Stella blush and bite her lip and it struck her that she had accepted her punishment. Megan had always reckoned that by agreeing to punish Stella she could come home, mess with her mind for a bit, and then say it was a joke and she would tell the Programme she had disciplined her. After all, she was so thankful that Stella had allowed her to stay with her after her dad went off with that awful woman. However, if Stella was going to accept the punishment then why not carry it through, Megan asked herself equally happily. After all, it would be a bit of fun still and she needn’t hit her very hard.

Stella acknowledged her consent by standing up and looking down at the still seated Megan and knew control had just been handed over to her.

Megan watched Stella stand up and, initially worried that she would storm out of the room, she then realised that she stood still looking obediently and even submissively at her. It was going to happen, she told herself, and she was going to spank the woman she saw as a best-girlfriend. How did she feel about that? she asked herself. Quite looking forward to it, although she hoped she would be able to give Stella a maternal hug afterwards and wipe away her tears and then, maybe, just maybe, they would make out in a way she had fantasised for a while. Making love to an older woman was on her bucket list and Stella was the older woman she most desired.

Megan decided she would punish Stella and stood up and, glancing at the canes on the dining table, ordered, “Let’s go there,” nodding towards the table.

Stella winced as she too glanced at the canes but obediently followed Megan, who turned a chair in to the room and sat down. Stella looked at Megan’s bare thighs and again the flutters flew as she pictured her bare tummy on those bare thighs.

Megan ordered, “Take your knickers off and raise your skirt.”

Stella was about to suggest she take the skirt off but decided it was best to follow instructions as she had passed control to Megan. So, she pulled her skirt up to well above her waist and then edged her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped to pick them up, and then put them on the table near the canes.

Megan pointed to her thigh and ordered, “Get across my lap.”

Stella sniffed and took a deep breath before stepping next to Megan and eased herself down across her lap. As the floor came up to meet her face it wasn’t a new position for Stella, who enjoyed the feeling of submission as she had bent across so many women’s laps over the years. However, Megan's lap somehow felt different because maybe it was the first time she had true feelings for the woman over whose lap she was lying. She had met most of the other women at S&M events and, although she regularly had an orgasm which she induced herself, and there was quite often tongue or finger sex afterwards, it was never with the feelings she knew she had for Megan. Mind you, she told herself that her mum daughter feelings were changing rapidly as she looked at the upside-down backs of Megan’s legs and felt her hand rubbing her bottom.

Megan still couldn’t quite get over how Stella was lying across her lap with her bottom beautifully perched to be spanked by her. What had started as a fantasy used for masturbation was now a reality. It really was happening and she was rubbing Stella’s bare bottom cheeks with the faint cane welts from when she was punished a couple of days earlier and knew that she would be spanking her and would also, if Stella allowed her to, cane her.

Megan saw that Stella stayed across her lap as she rubbed her bottom and in one last fleeting moment of concern she looked at the back of Stella’s head and asked as sternly as she could, “Ready, Stella?”

Stella swallowed hard and kept looking at the floor as she replied submissively, “Yes, Megan.”

Megan fought back a smile although of course, Stella could not have seen it as she looked at the floor, and raised her hand and brought her flat palm down reasonably firmly on Stella’s far bottom cheek. As she watched the bottom cheek swirl and a slight red tinge develop she raised her hand again and brought her palm down on Stella’s near bottom cheek. It was after the second spank she registered the quiet gasp Stella made.

Stella knew the spanks weren’t all that hard but thought if she let out a gasp it would show Megan that she was definitely in charge, and as she was across Megan’s lap, she quickly moved to her submissive personality and was ready to enjoy the spanking. After all, she was already getting aroused as her bottom was rubbed, and the first couple of spanks were always delightful and got her into the mood for the increasing pain that would develop.

Megan had only one experience of being spanked several years before. However, she knew she had feelings towards discipline as a sexual thing when she watched a couple of mainstream movies that involved spanking and felt it was wrong how it was the woman who tended to be the submissive. She initially pictured herself spanking a man but soon realised her own sexual orientation towards women and that soon changed to her spanking a naked woman. She never did experience anything like that, until today, but had often masturbated fantasising about it.

So, today, with Stella across her lap, she was living out the fantasy. As she continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, which she saw were turning deeper and deeper shades of red, she realised she did miss a trick and should have ordered Stella to undress, but there was time and she was still a bit nervous that Stella might object if it turned sexual at all.

Stella felt the stinging intensify and was getting more and more aroused. She kept telling herself, though, that she mustn’t tense her thighs and masturbate as that would be far too embarrassing given that Megan was living in her house some weekends and most holidays and she saw her so often. It didn’t even matter that she had feelings for Megan as she was sure that they wouldn’t be returned given their age difference. So, she just accepted that this would be a once-only spanking and she may as well enjoy it but leave any orgasms to when she was alone on her bedroom.

Megan kept the spanks landing on alternate bottom cheeks until both were nicely red and then landed spank after spank on the same bottom cheek, enjoying how Stella was letting out louder and louder gasps and was squirming around on her lap. She had quickly gone onto a couple of spanking websites since the exchange of messages with Miss Dawkins to prepare herself in case the unexpected actually happened and she got to spank Stella, and certainly that research helped her today.

Stella was a little surprised at how hard Megan was spanking her and also how she didn’t stop at all but just kept on landing harder and harder spanks. Was she used to spanking anyone? she even wondered, but put it down to youthful enthusiasm.

Megan was really enjoying herself now. Any concerns about Stella hating her for spanking her soon disappeared because there were no signs of resistance as she stayed across her lap and only showed signs of struggling with the spanks rather than objecting to the spanking itself.

Megan chose to rest after spanking Stella for about ten fabulous minutes and as she rubbed her bottom she thought she felt her thighs tense and wondered if Stella was trying to masturbate. It was only a couple of times and she thought maybe she was mistaken so just to check she rubbed the backs of Stella’s thighs and then edged her hand between her legs and rubbed her inner thigh. She wasn’t so surprised to see Stella part her legs as that could mean anything, but as Megan rubbed her inner thighs a few more times she ran her fingers along her pussy lips and was surprised to find them so damp and even more surprised to hear Stella give what was clearly an erotic gasp at having been stroked in such a private place.

Stella was relaxing as Megan rubbed her bottom and then her legs and then her inner thigh and parted her legs to maybe entice Megan to keep on stroking her thighs, which she found so erotic. She didn’t, though, expect Megan to run her fingers along her pussy lips and the surprise caught her out as she gasped erotically. However, she only gasped the once and held her breath and kept herself from letting out any more erotic gasps for fear it would scare Megan too much.

Megan was pretty sure that Stella was aroused by the spanking and hoped that she was, as she would love to spank her again as she was enjoying her position of power and knew as wet as Stella’s pussy lips were that her own were equally wet. So, she set about testing Stella by spanking her again to see it she tensed her thighs again. She didn’t though, although she did remain across her lap still as the spanks continued without another break.

Stella reckoned she had got away with her erotic gasp as Megan again spanked her time and again. The pain was increasingly painful and enjoyable at the same time and although she told herself that she would happily go across Megan’s lap again, she mustn’t be the one to suggest it and very much doubted that Megan would.

Megan saw that Stella’s bottom and legs were a lovely red colour and decided she should stop spanking her. After all, there was the delight of the caning to come. “Get up, Stella. I need to cane you now.”

Stella gasped at the instruction but still knew she had to agree to follow Megan’s instructions. After all, so far as Megan was concerned any objections could still lead to her being ejected from her course and she was too close to the exams to want that. If anything, though, being disciplined by Miss Dawkins had done her good as it had been the incentive she needed to focus fully on her course. However, this was a lovely extra and even though Stella knew that the spanking and caning from Miss Dawkins was enough incentive, Megan disciplining her was also good, she told herself, even if a one-off only.

So, Stella eased herself up from Megan’s lap, and as she stood waiting for her instructions she rubbed her bottom.

Megan wasn’t too sure what to tell Stella. Should she bend over and grab the seat of the chair, or bend over the arm of the sofa? she wondered, and both seemed like they would work.

Stella saw, albeit through her blurred vision, that Megan wasn’t sure where to put her for the caning so suggested, “Miss Dawkins made me bend over the end of the dining table.”

Megan looked at the table and saw how that would work and decided she may as well accept that advice and looked sternly at Stella and ordered, “Go on, then.”

Stella stepped to the end of the table and, pulling her skirt up again above her waist, bent forward and stretched as far as she could and grasped the sides of the table as she had done for Miss Dawkins.

Megan watched as Stella obeyed the instruction and wondered again how come she did it so willingly. She looked at Stella’s bottom and saw again the faint welt marks from the caning two days earlier, albeit shrouded in the glowing red caused by the spanking she had just given her, and knew from the websites that the new welts from today’s caning would hurt rather more. However, as this was going to be the only time she ever caned anyone she may as well enjoy it, although she doubted she would cane as hard as she could.

Stella licked her lips as she looked at the table surface and wondered whether Megan would cane her as hard as Miss Dawkins had. it was unlikely, she felt, although it was still bound to hurt.

Megan picked up one of the canes and swished it a few times to get used to the weight of it and without asking went over to the sofa and hit a cushion a few times to gauge the strength she should use.

Stella heard the swishing of the cane and looked around and was surprised to see Megan walking towards the living area and more surprised to see her trying out the cane on a cushion. She meant business, she told herself, and, as Megan turned back towards the table, Stella quickly looked back at the table top as though to hide the fact that she saw Megan practicing.

Megan, though, saw Stella’s head move and knew she had watched, which was what she had intended. Once again Stella hadn’t objected and, as she got back to the table, she even thought that Stella was raising her bottom and had clearly parted her legs. Was that to stretch her bottom further, she wondered, which is what the website advised when giving the cane to intensify the pain? Either way, as she stood behind Stella and looked at her bottom she was sure she saw her sex juice glistening on her pussy hair and again wondered whether Stella was aroused by being disciplined, and, if she was, then was she also aroused by being disciplined by her? Because that would be wonderful.

Megan decided to rub Stella’s bottom again, and the backs of her legs, and her inner thighs, and as she did so Stella definitely raised her bottom again as though wanting her to run her fingers along her pussy lips. It was another sure sign and, as she did just that, so Stella gasped again and this time Megan was sure it was an erotic gasp. She knew, though, that she was feeling aroused as well and wanted to cane Stella.

“Ready, Stella,” Megan demanded.

“Yes, Megan,” Stella replied still looking down at the table hoping that Megan could not tell how turned on she was and hoped that she had sufficiently hidden that last erotic gasp.

Megan positioned herself tapping the cane on Stella’s unprotected and already reddened bottom and, taking a last look at the back of her head, pulled her arm back, focussed on where she wanted the cane to land, remembered the strength she should use when trying the cane out on the cushion, and brought the cane down with a final sharp flick of her wrist.

Stella cried out with the pain as it was a harder stroke than she had expected although it wasn’t as hard as when Miss Dawkins caned her. Even so, she held on firmly to the table as she settled back down and waited for the second stroke.

Megan was concerned at the cry Stella let out and wondered if she had landed the cane harder than she had intended. She looked anxiously at Stella, who she saw was staying in place and so hopefully wasn’t too upset at the strength of the stroke. She was still concerned enough to ask, “Okay, Stella. Ready for the next stroke?”

Stella looked around and replied, “Yes, Megan. Ready,” and lingered a moment liking the way Megan stood there holding the cane, before looking back at the table.

Megan saw what she thought was a slight smile and decided that not only was the first stroke okay, but the second would be harder. So, she pulled the cane back, looked again at Stella’s gorgeous bottom, and brought the cane down just below the first welt. She listened to Stella’s cry of pain as the second welt appeared but immediately noticed how Stella clasped hold of the table but made no move to get up, which showed she did want to be caned.

Stella knew the second stroke was harder than the first but still not as hard as Miss Dawkins had caned her. Even so, she was glad Megan was continuing to cane her as she reckoned lots of women would have stopped when they heard the pained cry, just as so many women would have demanded the caning stop if it hurt too much. She, though, relished the pain and wanted to stay bent over for the whole six strokes, and then hopefully feel the maternal hug of the albeit young Megan.

Megan saw Stella stay in position and decided to make the third stroke even harder, and, as she brought her arm down with that final flick of the wrist and saw the cane almost disappear into Stella’s yielding bottom cheeks and heard the even louder, pained cry, she raised her arm again, and, waiting just a few seconds, landed the cane for the fourth stroke and watched the fourth red welt develop as Stella cried out ever more loudly.

Stella cried out the loudest and longest so far with the fifth stroke, knowing it was every bit as hard as Miss Dawkins had given her and shook her head from side to side and stamped her foot as she held on to the table. Then, when the sixth stroke landed she knew that was even harder than Miss Dawkins caned her and could tell that Megan had learned quickly as she again stamped her foot and this time also slapped the table with one hand. She stayed bent across the table though as she struggled to recover from the caning, breathing in and out deeply through clenched teeth and with her eyes tightly closed.

Megan watched Stella struggle to cope but saw that she was recovering and wondered if she could have caned her even harder. Maybe next time, she wondered, as she now reckoned that Stella enjoyed the pain. At least, she hoped that she had read the signs correctly.

After watching Stella for a few more moments and loving how she was crying with tears flowing down her face, and seeing the six raised red welts on her bottom, and feeling the flutters flying around her vagina and knowing her pussy lips were just so damp, it all told Megan she so wanted to spank and cane Stella again, but just didn’t know how Stella really felt about it. As she thought that, so she said in a friendlier, almost maternal tone, “You can get up, Stella.”

Stella was still sobbing as she pushed herself up from the table and immediately rubbed her stinging bottom and stepped from foot to foot. She looked towards Megan and saw as dominant a woman as Miss Dawkins and felt an overwhelming desire to make out with her, but stayed doing her spanking dance wondering whether there was any likelihood her feelings of desire were returned by Megan.

Megan watched Stella ease herself up from the table and, as she stood up, saw her tear-stained face and her distress as she rubbed her bottom and stepped from foot to foot. She hoped that she hadn’t overstepped the mark with the severity of her caning and was concerned enough to ask, “Did I cane you too hard, Stella, as I didn’t mean to, really. I just got carried away. I am so sorry if I hurt you too much.”

Stella could see even through her tear-filled eyes that Megan was concerned about her. That was so nice, she thought, and she wanted to reassure Megan, but without admitting her love of submitting to disciplinary control as she would all too easily submit to Megan, she knew. So, she tried being light-hearted and said with a wet smile, although still sniffing as she sobbed, “No problem, Megan. I did learn, though, not to masturbate when being disciplined and leave it to afterwards.”

Megan returned Stella’s smile and wondered if the comment confirmed her own thought that Stella wasn’t fazed by the severity of the caning and, without meaning anything other than a joke herself, she asked, “Do you want to cum now, then?” Even as she said it she realised it was much too forward and not what Stella would have meant.

Stella responded ever so quickly with, “That would be lovely, if you are offering.”

Megan was surprised by Stella’s response and, thinking it was said as a joke, replied, “Yes, but if you are naughty again I’ll have to spank you. Is that understood?”

Stella was blown away by the threat and agreed immediately. “Yes, Megan, you can spank or cane me whenever you say I need it, even if we are out with friends.”

The two women fell silent thinking their own thoughts for a moment and assessing whether it was all a joke or more like a statement of their true feelings.

Megan was the first to speak and asked tentatively, “So, you are saying we should make out and then go out as a couple and if you misbehave, then I should discipline you. Is that right?”

Stella was breathing deeply and swallowed hard and bit her lip before replying, “Yes please, Megan. I would love to be your girlfriend and would love you to have disciplinary control over me.” She held her breath waiting for Megan’s reply.

Megan quickly gave an increasingly confident reply, “Well, I did get so aroused as I spanked and caned you and would love to again. Did you get aroused? Because I felt your pussy lips and they were as wet as mine.”

Stella replied happily and with more than a little relief, “I was so turned on by you disciplining me, Megan. I find you so attractive and so dominant and, well, just so adorably lovely, and would love it if we were girlfriends.” Stella stopped talking, realising that she was almost burbling trying to find her way, but she was so taken by the hope that Megan might be her girlfriend and might also discipline her again.

Megan was ever more decisive and went over to Stella, took her face in her hands, leaned in, kissed her on the lips, and gently edged her tongue into her mouth until their tongues intertwined, and savoured the kiss.

Stella submitted willingly to Megan’s advance and threw her arms around her neck holding her closely but was ready to submit to anything else Megan told her to do.

Megan held the kiss, relishing Stella’s embrace and thinking as well what to say next. After several loving moments, she pulled her head back and, keeping her eyes just inches from Stella’s, smiled and said with a new-found confidence, “We will go to bed and make love. Afterwards, you will accept that I am in charge of your discipline and you will accept every decision I make without question. What do you say to that?”

Stella smiled back at Megan and replied, “Just three words, my gorgeous Megan. Yes, Yes, Yes.”  

Megan smiled broadly and, taking Stella’s hand, led her out of the dining room, upstairs and into Stella’s bedroom, and sat on the bed. “Get undressed,” she ordered with a wickedly loving smirk.

Stella felt so at ease as she pulled her vest top over her head putting it on her dressing table chair before unclipping her bra and, letting the straps slide down her arms, caught it and put it with her top. She pushed her skirt down to the floor and stepped out of that too, scooping it up and putting it with her other clothes, and felt so at ease standing naked and looking down at the seated Megan.

Megan smiled as she stood up and pulled her top over her head and placed it next to Stella’s. She then took off her bra and put it with her top before pushing down her shorts catching her knickers on the way, pushing both to the floor, stepping out of them, and placing them both with her other clothes.

The now also naked Megan took Stella by the hand and led her onto the bed so she was lying on her side, followed and lay facing her, looking lovingly at her. “So, we make love first and then we will discuss how I will be in charge of discipline and when you are going to be spanked or caned or both. Understood?”

Megan already knew the answer as she saw Stella’s taut nipples, knowing her own were as taut.

“Yes please, Megan,” Stella happily replied as she felt Megan’s hand edging between her legs and her fingers running along her pussy lips and was delighted that Megan was taking charge of their lovemaking as well. She had no qualms about their age difference and was sure that Megan already felt the same and she loved the feeling and knew this relationship would be more meaningful than ever she had had before.

Megan stayed in charge as she said firmly but with a loving smile, “I need tongue sex, please, for giving you your much deserved spanking and caning.”

As Stella eased her face between Megan’s legs and ran her tongue along her wet pussy lips, she felt so relaxed and looked forward to a relationship where Megan was in charge, which was just how she liked it to be, and she felt so happy as she listened to Megan’s increasingly loud erotic gasps and knew she had found the perfect partner.

Megan breathed more and more deeply and erotically as Stella took her to the best orgasm she had ever had, and knew she was so in love with Stella and wanted to be with her forever. What a fabulous result, she told herself, as Stella edged her towards her second orgasm.