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.