Emma Kemp was eighteen-years-old and at sixth form college, but hated it, and so sent a message to the college saying she was ill. However, far from being ill, she went to the seaside and intended spending the day on the beach.

Miss June Johnson was the fifty-three-year-old headmistress at the sixth form college. She also wanted to get away from the college for a few days and spend some time by the beach, so she told them that she had badly damaged her ankle and had to convalesce. She embroidered her story by saying that she was going to stay with her sister who lived quite a long way away.

Emma was aware that Miss Johnson was supposedly going to be away for some weeks, and was therefore very surprised to see her playing volleyball on the beach. She had to admit to having had a schoolgirl crush on her headmistress and happily watched her playing especially as Miss Johnson was young-looking and was wearing a bikini which showed off her curvy slightly fleshy but certainly desirable figure.

Feeling rather happy that she might be able to spend some private time with Miss Johnson, she waited for her to finish playing, and then saw that she went to a coffee bar and ordered a coffee. Emma went up to her and sat down and smiled at her.

Miss Johnson panicked when she saw Emma and was quite stern when she demanded to know, “I saw your message on the site, and you are supposed to be sick. Why are you here?”

Emma was quite taken aback by the reproach but was calm enough to respond in her own stern tone of voice, “Well, I thought that you had damaged your ankle and was on sick leave. However, that didn’t seem to affect your playing volleyball, did it, miss?”

Miss Johnson suddenly realised that she had been caught out by one of her own pupils and she became immediately concerned that Emma would report her to the school and that would lead to her being sacked. She, therefore, made the threat, “Well, what you have done could get you expelled, young lady,“ in the officious tone that she normally used when speaking to naughty girls at the college. However, what didn’t help, was that out of all of the girls at the college she actually liked and fancied Emma especially as she was herself in a halter-neck bikini emphasising her very well-toned teenager's body figure with well-toned arms and legs, a flat tummy, and full breasts. Those feelings didn’t help her maintain her position of authority over Emma.

Emma could see that Miss Johnson was having second thoughts and was on the back foot. However, she needed to show Miss Johnson that she wasn’t scared of her threats, and said, “Well, actually, Miss, I don’t like it at college and can’t wait to leave. Expelling me would do me a favour. On the other hand, I rather think that if the governors discovered that you had thrown a sickie like this you are more likely to get the sack. So, I suppose, it comes down to how much you want your job.”

Miss Johnson was thrown even more by the very sound argument that Emma was making because she was right in that she certainly didn’t want to lose her job.

The two women were now thinking about who was going to accept that they were in the wrong first. However, as they watched each other’s body language both thought how attractive the other was. Emma had only seen Miss Johnson in her school outfit and even in that knew that she had a nice figure, but now that she was looking at her in a bikini her crush became even firmer. Miss Johnson also looked longingly at Emma in her skimpy bikini and would have happily bedded her there and then.

Miss Johnson was now very sorry that she had started threatening Emma because she did look a very attractive young lady, and, here at the seaside, no one would have said anything if they had gone around together as though they were a couple. Maybe they should do that anyway, Miss Johnson told herself, forgetting she was already expecting a visitor who just happened to be Emma’s mum’s girlfriend and soon to be wife. 

So, as it turned out, it was Miss Johnson who conceded first, and said, “Why don’t we just agree that we have both done wrong, and call it a day?”

Emma was happy enough to forget the discussion but certainly didn’t want to call it a day. She saw the opportunity of hanging out with Miss Johnson, and replied, with a smirk, “Well, I rather think that if it was just me in the wrong then you would have given me a double detention and that would have meant a spanking and the cane. Bearing in mind that you are far more in the wrong than I am, I think that I should take the upper hand and deal with you in that way.” After a moment she added as an incentive, “If I deal with you I won’t have to tell the governor’s either.” Of course, she never expected Miss Johnson to submit to her, and would even be happy enough if it was she who was disciplined as she fantasised so often about being spanked by Miss Johnson before making out in bed together.

Miss Johnson gasped at the suggestion being made that she should submit to one of her college girls. However, as the threat was made, she didn’t understand why, but she was suddenly feeling flutters flying around her vagina as though she was getting aroused. She seriously questioned herself, but the flutters continued and she had to ask herself whether she was actually getting aroused at being threatened by her pupil.

Emma was enjoying herself as she realised that Miss Johnson didn’t just snap back at her, which she certainly would have done had they been at college. Was she too relaxed here on the beach, or, unbelievably, was she thinking about accepting a spanking and the cane from her?

Miss Johnson was still getting more and more aroused as she looked at Emma’s teenage well-toned body and couldn’t get it out of her head that she had one of those young but authoritative tones of voice which she played over in her mind quite often when masturbating. So, given that she was in the wrong, and she was getting stronger and stronger feelings of submission, she asked tentatively, “I’ve been in detention but have never been caned before.”

Emma wanted to smile at Miss Johnson’s acceptance that she was going to be caned, but managed to stay calm and replied, “Well I do think, Johnson, that both will teach you a good and well-deserved lesson.”

Miss Johnson realised that Emma had used her surname only, just as she would do with one of the college girls sent to her study, but instead of getting annoyed it only increased her sense of submission. So, no longer taking the upper hand but acting more like a naughty schoolgirl, she replied, “I am sorry, Emma, and I do know that I need to be disciplined so please do what you must to teach me a lesson.” Of course, she was also desperate to ensure that Emma didn’t tell the governors of her lie.

Still surprised but increasingly delighted by Miss Johnson’s submissive attitude, Emma said in a demanding tone, “For starters, you will address me as Miss.”

Miss Johnson caught her breath and she replied, “Yes, Miss.“ She really couldn’t understand why she was getting more and more aroused by Emma’s dominant attitude, but then wondered whether she was discovering for the first time her own submissive demeanour was what was making it erotic. She did think about some of the college girls who seemed to be always coming to her to be either spanked or caned, and, although they left her study in tears, she knew that some went straight to the toilets and were heard to masturbate. She had been told about this but always took the view that the punishment was what was important, and if it was earned then had to be given. If it also happened to lead the girls to masturbate then that was no real difference to rubbing their bottoms and doing the spanking dance. Now, however, she was wondering whether she had got that wrong.

Emma was starting to think that Miss Johnson would actually accept whatever punishment she decided upon. Emma did have a dominant character, and always wanted to be in charge of any relationship she was in, and so taking charge now seemed almost natural. What helped was Miss Johnson‘s submissive attitude and she realised that this was turning her on as much as kissing cuddling and making out with her girlfriends. She knew that she was naturally attracted to other girls, although up until now they had always been at or about her own age. This would be quite different, and whilst she had often wondered what it might be like to have a chummy mummy who would be much more experienced than her at making out, she now saw the opportunity of something quite different, which was the role reversal of her, the college girl, having the dominant role in a partnership, albeit briefly, with her headmistress. She realised that was sending flutters around her vagina, and that her nipples were now pushing out her bikini bra, and she decided to treat this almost like role-play in order to enforce her position of authority.

Emma glared at Miss Johnson and ordered, “Where are you staying, Johnson?”

Miss Johnson felt compelled to answer truthfully and replied, “I have a house just across the road, Miss.”

Emma was delighted as she thought Miss Johnson would be in a hotel and so the privacy of a house was just great. Emma then demanded, “Do you have a cane and a paddle in the house, Johnson?”

Miss Johnson swallowed hard as she replied, quietly whilst blushing, “Yes, Miss.”

Happy with that answer as well, Emma ordered, “Then we will go to your house so I can deal with your naughtiness.”

Miss Johnson swallowed as she felt more flutters flying around her vagina and immediately got up and went to pay for her coffee. A minute later she and Emma were walking across the beach to the road, crossed it, and went a few houses up a side road and along the path to the front door. Miss Johnson let them both in and closed the door and pointed toward the living room. “In there, please, Miss,” she said with a respectful tone she just wasn’t used to using when talking to one of her college students. 

Emma went first and Miss Johnson followed and then stood looking at Emma, still thinking how gorgeous she looked in her bikini, and waited for her instruction. 
 
Emma looked around the living room and saw at the far end the dining table surrounded by high-backed armless chairs. She went over to the table and turned one of the chairs into the room. She then glared at Miss Johnson and ordered, “Right then, Johnson, go and fetch me the paddle and a senior cane.”

Miss Johnson gasped at the realisation that she was going to be disciplined by a college girl that she fancied, but didn’t move quickly enough. She gasped again as she heard Emma command, “Just to be clear, Johnson, if you take more than one minute to fetch me both items I will be increasing the number of cane strokes the longer you take.“

The threat made Miss Johnson jump and made her quickly turn and walk out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. She quickly opened a drawer and picked up one of the several wooden-backed paddle hairbrushes she stored there, and then went to her cupboard, opened the door, and took out a hook-ended senior cane that was hanging there. Closing the cupboard door she then quickly walked out of the bedroom, back down the stairs and into the living room, and went over to where she saw Emma was now sitting. She said a hurried, “Here they are, Miss.”

Emma had listened to the hurried footsteps of Miss Johnson almost running up the stairs and then scrabbling around in her bedroom before coming back down. She loved the way that her newfound power gave her the ability to make her headmistress so worried that she readily did do as she was told. However, she kept a stern look on her face as she ordered, “Put the hairbrush on the floor by the side of the chair, and the cane on the table.“ She pointed to both areas and watched with delight as Miss Johnson did as she was told once again.

Emma waited for Miss Johnson to stand to attention before ordering, “I know that you are in a bikini, but I do think you should be fully naked whilst I discipline you, Johnson. So, undress and then get across my lap.”

Miss Johnson was again thrown because, whilst she fully expected her bikini trunks to be lowered, she certainly did not expect to have to remove the whole of her bikini and stand naked in front of the college girl. However, she was now well and truly in being obedient mode and so put her hands behind her back, unclipped her bikini, let the very thin straps slide down her arms, caught it, and put her bikini bra on the table. She then eased her thumbs inside the elastic of her very brief bikini pants, pushed them down towards the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them with her bikini bra. She then stood, looking down at Emma’s bare lap, thinking how, once again, she was turned on by the thought of her bare tummy lying across Emma’s bare thighs. She even thought that, now, the added humiliation of being naked only added to her arousal. Clearly, as she lowered herself across Emma’s lap she knew that she was about to suffer more pain than she had suffered in decades, but that didn’t take away the erotic feelings she felt as she lowered her tummy onto Emma’s bare thighs. 

Once across Emma’s lap, Miss Johnson was increasingly aroused by the closeness of Emma’s upside-down legs and her painted toenails, as well as the sight of her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair. She also gasped when she realised that the thick wooden-backed paddle hairbrush was just inches away from her face, and could almost kick herself that she hadn’t realised that this was what she was going see when she had to put it on the floor at exactly the spot that Emma had pointed at. Equally, now that she was across Emma’s lap, it reminded her that she had often thought how humiliating that was for the girls at college who she spanked, but now she knew that there were different feelings as well. Having said that, she had now discovered that humiliation itself could be erotic as evidenced by the flutters flying around her vagina as she looked even more closely at Emma’s upside-down legs.

Emma kept a stern look on her face but was thrilled by the way that Miss Johnson was obeying her to the letter. She loved watching her take off her bikini bra allowing her full breasts to be released and sway so freely. It was also a thrill to watch her step out of her bikini pants because she saw how her hair mound showed off her stretched pussy lips.

Once Miss Johnson was across her lap Emma put her hand on her fleshy bottom cheeks and rubbed in circles enjoying the feel of the soft skin that was now unprotected and almost begging to be spanked. As she rubbed Miss Johnson‘s bottom in circles she looked at the back of her head and saw that she was staying obediently in place, just as she knew she would have expected any of the college girls to do when across her lap and about to be spanked.

Emma couldn’t actually believe that she was raising her hand above her head but when she landed her palm on Miss Johnson‘s far bottom cheek and saw it surrender to her hand, and then bounce back as she raised her hand again allowing the bottom cheek to swirl around so sexily, and heard the quiet gasp that Miss Johnson made, she had no qualms about spanking the headmistress and felt that as she was the one now in authority she needed to make sure that Miss Johnson fully understood what it was like to have to obey another person in authority. So, she proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks enjoying how each cheek surrendered, bounced back, and then cascaded around, as she listened to Miss Johnson‘s increasingly loud gasps, as well as seeing, after about a minute or so, that she was starting to squirm around on her lap. 

Although Emma had never been allowed to watch anyone else being spanked she had often pictured a spanking when in bed alone and was delighted to know how close her imagination had been to what actually did happen.

So, as the spanks continued to land on alternate bottom cheeks, Emma continued to be delighted at being able to turn her headmistresses’ bottom darker and darker shades of red, whilst Miss Johnson knew that she was experiencing pretty much what she imposed on so many of the college girls who were sent to her to be disciplined. The feelings were almost opposite to each other, although there was one combined thought which was that both were experiencing something new.

Miss Johnson had thought that she was handling the spanking reasonably well until Emma started to spank the same bottom cheek time and again. She hadn’t realised just how much more intense spanking the same bottom cheek numerous times was, compared to spanking alternate bottom cheeks. She knew that the girls she spanked tended to squirm around on her lap or tense their legs and arms rather more when they were spanked continuously on the same bottom cheek, but she had assumed that was because the spanking had been going on for quite a while already. Now she knew that spanking the same bottom cheek time and again increased the stinging by multiples which was something she would certainly remind herself of when back at college and it would be her turn again to spank the girls there. Of course, she also reminded herself that Emma would still be a potential thorn in her side and risk to her job and so she would have to make sure that she did obey everything that she was told to do, and hope that Emma would keep to her word and not disclose her lie to the governors.

It didn’t take long for Miss Johnson to stop thinking about later on because the pain was starting to overtake all of her other thoughts. She had to admit that, whilst it really did hurt, the feeling of submission and humiliation was still turning her on. It wasn’t the flutters flying around her vagina but the thought of being spanked by a teenager and so a girl so much younger than herself. Not just that, she realised, but as she had feelings of attraction towards Emma she was also looking on this as, potentially, foreplay to making out. She didn’t actually expect to make out with Emma, because she didn’t think that Emma would have the same feelings for her that she had for Emma, but that didn’t stop her thinking about making out with her.

Emma continued to enjoy landing spank after spank on Miss Johnson‘s bottom cheeks and continued to do so as she turned them deeper and deeper shades of red. When she thought they were red enough, for the time being, she then started to land spank after spank on the backs of both of Miss Johnson‘s legs. She knew that spanking legs this way was much more painful than just smacking them when a naughty girl was standing up in class, but because Miss Johnson was still across her lap she knew that she could actually land harder smacks this way as well. She could also tell from Miss Johnson‘s reaction, both in terms of her louder and louder gasps and her squirming around on her lap, that Miss Johnson was clearly struggling to cope with her legs being spanked. However, Emma rather liked spanking her legs because, just like her bottom cheeks, she was almost caressing Miss Johnson’s bare skin, albeit turning everything she spanked darker and darker shades of red.

Miss Johnson had half-expected her legs to be smacked but didn’t expect at all for it to hurt anywhere near as much as it actually did. She knew that she did smack the girls legs at college, but more because it stopped the girls wearing their college dresses as short as they liked. She always found it funny when watching a girl whose legs had been smacked continually yanking the hem of her dress down to make sure that the redness of her legs was not seen by anyone else.

Once Emma was happy that she had turned both legs as red as both bottom cheeks she stopped spanking, rubbed Miss Johnson‘s bottom cheeks and the tops of my legs, glared at the back of her head, and ordered, “Now pick up the hairbrush and give it to me, Johnson.”

Miss Johnson scrabbled around and picked up the brush and handed it up to Emma knowing that this was going to be a far more painful part of the spanking.

Emma took hold of the hairbrush, tapped each bottom cheek twice, focused, raised the hairbrush, and then spanked it down on Miss Johnson‘s far bottom cheek with a loud thwack. She watched the fleshy bottom cheeks surrender even more than when spanked with her hand and then bounce back and cascade around even more intensely than whilst spanked with her hand. It also left her bottom even redder, just with one spank. Nevertheless, she then continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks knowing from the reaction that she was getting from Miss Johnson that it was certainly hurting her and therefore teaching her a lesson. That lesson, of course, was both not to lie, but, also that she was no longer the one very much in charge but was answerable to a teenage student of her own college.

Miss Johnson was struggling more and more as the spanks landed with the hairbrush. She was even getting to the point of thinking that it was hurting so much that she might force herself up and then just threaten Emma with expulsion again. However, she managed to override that thought and remind herself about the girls who she spanked at college but who ended up going to the toilets to masturbate. She knew that she was thinking more like that than she ever expected to, and told herself that she must suffer the whole punishment because only then would she know whether she, too, was of a like-mind with those submissive college girls. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be a submissive, but as she had already suffered from both the hand spanking and now the paddle hairbrush she reckoned that she was better off seeing that through.

Emma continued to land spanks with the hairbrush repeating what she did with her hand and landed spank after spank on the same bottom cheek six or more times before spanking the other bottom cheek several times in a row. She loved the way that she was turning Miss Johnson’s bottom a glowing red and now bruised blue, and didn’t have any particular sympathy for her because she knew that she had spanked so many girls over the years herself. Maybe every headmistress should experience being disciplined themselves from time to time to more fully understand the impact, she even thought to herself.

Once Miss Johnson’s bottom was almost totally covered in blue bruises Emma decided that she had spanked her for long enough, and well enough. She, therefore, put down the hairbrush and started to rub Miss Johnson’s bottom in circles. It was then that she realised that Miss Johnson was actually crying but that only delighted her rather than upset her. What an experience, she told herself. As she continued to rub Miss Johnson‘s bottom and then the backs of her legs she realised that Miss Johnson had actually parted her legs. That shocked Emma, although it then struck her that, maybe, it was an indication that Miss Johnson was, unbelievably, aroused by being spanked. Emma knew that a number of the girls at college got aroused by being spanked, and a few even got into trouble on purpose knowing that they would be sent to the headmistress for a spanking. Those girls ended up in the toilets masturbating, and then telling their friends what an erotic experience it was, so, wanting to check that out, Emma started to rub the inside of Miss Johnson‘s thighs only to find that she moved her legs even further apart, and even raised her bottom. Encouraged, Emma then quickly ran her fingers along Miss Johnson‘s pussy lips and realised that they were as damp as they would be if she was edging towards an orgasm. Of course, Emma knew what that meant from the number of times that she masturbated in bed, and, excited by the discovery, she decided to continue to run her fingers up and down Miss Johnson’s wet pussy lips, and it only took a few seconds for the headmistress to cum. This was getting better and better, Emma told herself.

Miss Johnson was pleased that the spanks with the heavy paddle hairbrush stopped, and even felt more and more relaxed as Emma rubbed her bottom in circles. Her bottom was stinging crazily, but, somehow, having her bottom rubbed even as it stung so much was arousing. When Emma started to rub the backs of her legs Miss Johnson once again felt flutters flying around her vagina and forgot that she was still across Emma‘s lap. So, as Emma rubbed the inside of her thighs she even thought she should encourage her to give her an orgasm thinking that they were already making out. It was only seconds before she was about to cum that she realised that she was still across Emma’s lap and hadn’t yet been caned and so didn’t want to cum because that would only lead to the caning being even more painful. However, it was too late, and, when she did cum, she told herself, blow it, let’s at least enjoy the moment.

Emma smiled to herself as she listened to Miss Johnson‘s erotic gasps thinking how she had thought about giving each other tongue and finger sex and told herself to make sure that the favour was returned before leaving today.

However, before then, Emma waited for Miss Johnson to relax a bit, and then ordered, “Right then, Johnson, get up and then bend over and grab the seat of this chair. You really do deserve the cane.“

Miss Johnson was momentarily feeling very pleased with the fact that she had had an orgasm with a college girl that she actually fancied. She supposed it didn’t even matter that she was now going to receive the cane from the same girl because that was going to be just one more experience that they would have together. However, as she eased herself up from Emma’s lap, she realised that her bottom and legs were stinging much more than she thought they would have and looked pleadingly at Emma as though asking whether she could rub her bottom.

Emma saw the look Miss Johnson was giving her and knew that the headmistress wanted to rub her bottom. However, that was a definite no no when it was Miss Johnson in charge, and Emma saw no reason to be lenient just because the roles were reversed. She, therefore, glared at Miss Johnson and commanded, “No rubbing, Johnson. Just bend over and grab the seat of the chair and remember that if you get up before the caning is over you will get extras. I think you know where I have got that threat from.”

Miss Johnson swallowed hard and winced as she heard Emma give her the same threat that she gave the college girls before a caning. Of course, it made sense that there should be no rubbing to help ease the pain before the punishment was over. Therefore, fully accepting both Emma was in charge and had given the right instruction, she bent over and grabbed the seat of the chair, parting her legs and dropping her tummy knowing that that would stretch her bottom cheeks and so increase the pain. She also started to get aroused again even though she knew the pain would be even worse than the paddling from the caning, which only added to her surmise that maybe she really did have a submissive tendency. 

Emma watched as Miss Johnson once again obediently did as she was told and bent over and grabbed hold of the seat of the chair. She saw her manoeuver herself and would have been quite happy giving Miss Johnson some more finger sex and kissing her fleshy bottom, but told herself that that could come later in any case. She, therefore, positioned herself and rubbed the cane back and forth across Miss Johnson’s very spankable bottom, not to mention well-spanked bottom, before focusing, raising the cane, and bringing it down with a loud thwack across both bottom cheeks. As she pulled the cane away so she saw a thick red welt quickly develop on top of the blue bruising. As she listened to Miss Johnson let out a loud yelp and shake her head from side to side, proving that she was struggling with the cane, so Emma again felt flutters flying around her vagina as she got more and more aroused by the pain that she was inflicting. She wondered, momentarily, whether she had caned too hard but as Miss Johnson stayed bent over and clasping hold of the chair she reckoned that her headmistress had at least coped with it and was prepared to accept further strokes. Given that, Emma knew that she would continue to cane Miss Johnson and then deal with her crying afterwards. So, she pulled her arm back and brought the came down for a second stroke, just below the first stroke, and watched as the second red welt thickened and developed.

As the third stroke landed Miss Johnson was shaking her head much more, this time with her eyes tightly closed and hissing in and out through clenched teeth. The pain was definitely far more than she had expected and now didn’t understand how the college girls that she caned had managed to stay in position. Of course, with them, pretty much like with herself now, there was the fear of what would happen if they refused to accept the caning and Miss Johnson now realised that that was the actual reason that the college girls stayed in place, because that was also the reason that she intended staying in place as Emma landed the fourth stroke and caused even more pain than after the third stroke.

Emma really was enjoying herself as she listened to the pained cries from Miss Johnson. It actually made her feel almost maternal in terms of wanting to comfort her as she suffered from the pain but also knowing that the pain was needed because of her lying misbehaviour. So, as she landed the fifth stroke she reminded herself that this was fully earned by Miss Johnson, even as she listened to her headmistress shake her head more fiercely than before and hissed in and out through clenched teeth. The sixth stroke produced pretty much the same pain-filled reaction although this time Miss Johnson also bent her legs which showed her increasing suffering.

Miss Johnson had counted the strokes, but when the sixth landed she suddenly realised that she had not been told how many strokes she was going to get. She thought madly about how many strokes she gave the girls at college and realised there was some who received twelve strokes or even more. As she was thinking this she felt the cane bite into her bottom once again and she let out a yelp as she bent her legs and shook her head from side to side and was again hissing in and out through clenched teeth. When the eighth stroke landed seconds later she realised that Emma gave a double stroke which, she knew, really increased the intensity. Once she finished shaking her head she managed to open her eyes but realised that her vision was blurred and that she was very close to crying, perhaps uncontrollably. So, as the ninth stroke landed, so she told herself that she was likely to be in for at least twelve in total, and maybe more. With that thought, she submitted fully and just accepted that the tears would start to dribble down her face. That, together with letting out a sob, she knew would tell Emma how much she was suffering. However, she also knew that when caning the girls at college who then started to cry, it only made her cane even harder to make sure that they really did learn the lesson that she was trying to teach them. 

Emma wondered what Miss Johnson was thinking about as the cane strokes continued because she knew that she hadn’t said how many she was going to give her. She wondered whether she thought she was going to get the well-known, six-of-the-best, and, now that there have already been nine strokes, was she thinking it would end with twelve? So, as Emma landed the tenth stroke and heard more sobbing and could see Miss Johnson’s knuckles turning whiter as she clasped hold tightly the seat of the chair she knew that her headmistress, and the woman that she fancied now even more than before, really was struggling to cope, but intended submitting to her authority. That boded very well for the future, Emma told herself, as she landed the eleventh stroke and saw yet another red welt quickly develop.

Emma had decided that twelve strokes would be the end of the punishment and as she landed it she made sure that the last stroke was the hardest of them all. It was rewarded with the loudest gasp and more sobbing and certainly more tears flowing down Miss Johnson‘s face as she shook her head and wiggled her bottom from side to side, and again bent her legs. They were all signs that Miss Johnson was struggling to cope with the pain, although, equally, it showed that she was also too scared to get up and face any additional punishments. Gemma knew that was a quandary that Miss Johnson would be having. Equally, it was a sign that her Miss Johnson was submitting to her authority and time would tell whether this would be the last time she spanked and caned her headmistress or whether it would just be the beginning.

Emma listened to Miss Johnson’s crying for a short while before ordering, “Okay, Johnson, get up and go into the corner. You can think about what you have done wrong with your nose pressed against the wall and your hands on your head to make sure that you don’t rub that very naughty bottom of yours.”

Once again, Miss Johnson knew that this is what she did more often than not to the girls sent to her to be disciplined. She had to admit that she did enjoy looking across at a red or welted bottom as she completed the punishment form for the particular girl involved. She knew that, at the same time, the girl would be struggling to cope with the stinging pain, and clearly wanting to rub her bottom in a bid to deal with the stinging pain.

So now it was Emma’s turn to enjoy looking at Miss Johnson’s red and blue bruised bottom, with its thick raised welts, knowing that she had been the one to punish Miss Johnson and Miss Johnson was the one who deserved to be punished.

Emma left Miss Johnson in the corner with her nose pressed against the wall for several minutes as she sat on the dining chair and just savoured the sight. As she looked, so she felt more and more aroused at the sight of an adult woman, tens of years older than herself, but who had submitted to her authority. It was then she remembered that she had already given Miss Johnson an orgasm and so commanded, “Okay, Johnson, now come here and kneel on the floor in front of me.”

Miss Johnson was actually thinking about how she wanted to finger herself when she heard the instruction that Emma gave her. She knew it meant that it was Emma who would get the next orgasm, but supposed, as she quickly walked across the room and knelt down onto the floor, that it was only right. So, as she knelt on the floor she saw Emma push her bikini pants down, scooping them up and putting them on the chair next to her. She then parted her legs and gave the instruction in her authoritative, ‘Do as I say or else,’ tone of voice, “Now make sure you give me the most wonderful orgasm, you naughty woman.”

Miss Johnson found herself with the strangest of feelings just then. She knew that her bottom was stinging much more than she had ever imagined that she would have to suffer, but, at the same time, she looked at Emma’s hair mound and stretched pussy lips and her inner thighs and knew that all she wanted to do just then was give the teenager she now knew she fancied more than ever the best of orgasms. She lent forward and started to kiss Emma’s inner thighs and loved the feel of her well-toned skin. She had, of course, given tongue sex to lots of women, and knew that she now had real feelings of love and respect towards Emma that she had thought about when daydreaming about her in the past, but was now actually kissing her inner thighs and edging herself towards those pussy lips that she had so wanted to lick and it got her so aroused. Of course, until now she had never actually seen them and could only imagine what they would look like, but they were so much lovelier and tastier than she had imagined in her daydreams. So, as she ran her tongue up and down Emma’s pussy lips, edging into her vagina, and listening to Emma’s louder and louder erotic gasps, so she knew that she wanted to repeat everything that happened today with this oh so gorgeous teenager. She forgot everything else about why she was here, and just focused on giving Emma the best orgasm that she could. She was therefore delighted when she heard Emma’s long erotic gasp and kept licking her pussy lips even as she knew that she had cum. 

Emma felt more and more aroused as Miss Johnson‘s lips and tongue worked their way up her inner thighs and then along her pussy lips and into her vagina, and it was so much better than when she masturbated. She had had tongue sex with other girls her age, but she now knew that making out with her headmistress, the woman that she had a crush on, was better than all of her other experiences. She so wanted to repeat this experience but still didn’t know how Miss Johnson really would react once she was released from her control.

So, as Emma recovered from her orgasm, she took Miss Johnson’s face in her hands, smiled, leaned forward, and kissed her on her lips. This was going to be the telling moment, she told herself, and was overjoyed when Miss Johnson pressed her lips back and kissed her not just once but several times. Then, Miss Johnson parted her lips and invited Emma’s tongue into her mouth. Emma accepted the invitation and moments later their tongues were entwined as they gave each other a long and loving kiss.

Emma savoured the kiss and kept her hands on Miss Johnson’s cheeks as she pulled away slightly with her eyes inches from Miss Johnson’s, and was smiling as she said, “Have you learnt your lesson, Johnson?”

Miss Johnson loved the fact that Emma was maintaining her position of authority over her and knew that she wanted to continue to accept her authority and submit to her wishes and demands. She knew that she had found having a really stinging bottom was erotic and helped her achieve such a wonderful orgasm earlier on and was sure that she wanted Emma to repeat that time and again. Maybe that would happen before they both returned to college, she now hoped. 

So, as they both were thinking about how they would love to repeat the experience they had today, they heard the front door open and shut again, and, moments later Linda entered the living room. Linda was her mum’s girlfriend after she divorced her dad, and now it was clear why she so often attended the school to discuss her college work. It was to build up a liaison with Miss Johnson. Linda, who was forty-one-years-old and loved the thought of going out with an authoritative headmistress, looked shocked as she saw the two of them in what looked like a loving hug.

Emma was the first to recover. She was furious, but demanded, “Well, Linda, so you knew that Miss Johnson was pulling a sickie?“

Linda was thrown by the direct question, but was looking at Miss Johnson’s blue bruised and welted bottom as she replied a shocked, “Yes.”

To be continued…