Emma had given it quite a bit of thought overnight, and decided she wanted to follow the lead set by Miss Hoskins. She knocked on the door to the staffroom, having arranged with Miss Hoskins for a private discussion. She was dressed in her summer college uniform of a short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with a white belt and white ankle socks.  

Miss Hoskins had been concerned that Emma was going to issue some threat over the spanking she gave her the previous day. She was adamant, in her own mind, though, that if that happened, then she would definitely give Emma those promised thirty-six strokes of the cane. However, as soon as she saw Emma's contrite face, she knew that wasn't the case.  

Emma said a respectful, "Thank you for agreeing to see me, Miss Hoskins."  

Miss Hoskins smiled as teachers do to their students, as she replied, "Of course, Emma. Please do tell me, what do you want to discuss?"  

Emma was blushing as she said, "Well, I was thinking how you asked to be spanked. The fact is, erm, Miss Hoskins, I have fantasied about being caned. I have never been caned, but I keep thinking about it, and it sort of, well, you see, I wet my knickers when I think about it."  

Miss Hoskins was taken aback by the request, but as Emma had done what she asked yesterday, she was reckoning she would agree to what Emma was now requesting, and asked in a questioning tone, "So, just checking that I understand you, Emma, you want me to give you the cane. Is that correct?"  

Emma swallowed hard as she replied, "Yes please, Miss Hoskins. In fact, I've always imagined receiving twelve strokes of the cane." Emma was almost wetting herself wondering whether Miss Hoskins would agree to her request, although hoped so, as she had done what Miss Hoskins had asked of her yesterday.  

Miss Hoskins asked in a surprised tone, "I thought the saying was, six of the best?"  

Emma was still blushing as she replied, "Yes, Miss Hoskins, but I just think I want more than that."  

Miss Hoskins wanted to make sure that this wasn't a game and asked, "I take it you are saying that, even if you find the caning too hard, even after the first or second stroke, you will still stay bent over and take the full twelve strokes?"  

Emma thought only for a moment but was resolute. "Yes, Miss Hoskins, I do want all twelve strokes even if I am crying my eyes out. In fact, to make sure I do, I need a penalty, and if I do get up or disobey you in any other way, you can give me extra strokes."  

Miss Hoskins kept a straight face, although thought that this would get her own back for the hard spanking Emma gave her just yesterday. In fact, her bottom was still stinging and was still red when she got up this morning. She made a point by stating, "Presumably, this will be on your bare bottom, Emma, just as you spanked me on my bare bottom yesterday?"  

Emma hadn't thought of anything else and readily agreed. "Yes, Miss Hoskins, on my bare bottom, please."  

Miss Hoskins knew she would do it and ordered, "In that case, please go to the punishment room. I think you know the procedure from yesterday. Take your knickers off, put them on the desk, roll your dress up, tuck it into your belt, then press your nose against the wall with your hands on your head, and wait for me to follow you."  

Emma was so relieved that Miss Hoskins would cane her, and said a respectful, "Yes, Miss Hoskins, I will go now."  

Miss Hoskins smiled as Emma turned and walked down the corridor towards the punishment room.  

Emma got to the punishment room and changed the vacant sign to in use, entered, closed the door behind her, and turned and looked around the room again. It was just like yesterday but felt so different because this time she was the one who was going to be disciplined rather than yesterday when she was the one who was in charge. Still, she had dreamt about this moment for so long, and certainly liked the idea that it was Miss Hoskins who was going to cane her rather than the headmistress. She didn't have anything against the headmistress, it was just that she actually had a crush on Miss Hoskins.  

Emma walked across to the desk where she stopped and lifted the hem of her dress above her waist and tucked the hem at the back into her belt. She then eased her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on the table. As she went and pressed her nose against the wall, placing her hands on her head, she hoped that Miss Hoskins would insist that she got undressed because she had always pictured herself being caned whilst naked.  

Miss Hoskins left a bit of time before walking down the corridor, wanting to make sure that Emma was ready with her nose pressed against the wall. After all, she was quite happy to give extras and was even thinking about the thirty-six strokes she had threatened Emma with. She knew she wouldn't, though, because twelve strokes were far more than any of the girls had received at one time. As she opened the door, she was actually pleased to see Emma with her nose pressed against the wall with her hands on her head, and had her bare bottom on show. She even smiled when she saw that bare bottom because it was one that she had never spanked before.  

Emma gasped as she heard the door open, remembering that she mustn't look, and kept her nose pressed against the wall even though her eyes were open and all she could see was the blank white wall. She heard the door close, and then almost immediately Miss Hoskins' stern tone of voice, "Come and stand in front of the desk, girl."  

Emma turned and saw that Miss Hoskins was glaring at her as she kept her hands on her head and went and stood in front of the desk. She watched as Miss Hoskins walked around the desk, sat down in the chair, and folded her arms. She then looked up and said sternly, "You will be receiving twelve strokes of the cane, girl. You will make sure that you stay bent over the table and do not get up. Every time you get up that stroke will not count and you will get an additional stroke. Do you understand, girl?"  

Emma was so taken by the stern authoritative tone of voice that Miss Hoskins used. She had heard her scold other girls and found it sent quivers flying around her vagina, and now that that same stern authoritative tone of voice was directed at her, she actually found it even more erotic. Maybe she was just an alpha girl who liked to be submissive, she wondered. Suddenly, she wished that she was being spanked as well as caned, but knew that she couldn't say anything and would be struggling anyway to cope with the caning. So, she replied, respectfully, "Yes, Miss Hoskins. I do understand."  

Miss Hoskins was happy with that reply and remembered then what she was always going to do. "Okay, girl, as this is your first caning, I want to make sure that your bottom remains bare. Therefore, take your dress off and put it on the table."  

Emma was happy taking her dress off, and wanted to take her bra off as well, but, again, needed that instruction to be given. So, without waiting, she unzipped her dress, slid it down her arms and waist to the floor where she stepped out of it, scooped it up, and put it on the table. She then stood back up.  

Miss Hoskins saw that Emma was naked except for her bra and socks, and then gave the instruction, "Take your bra off as well, girl."  

Emma immediately put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slid the straps down her arms, caught it, and put her bra with her dress and knickers. She then stood back up, actually feeling quite sexy and wondering if Miss Hoskins found her attractive.  

Miss Hoskins had never asked any of the girls to undress before when about to spank them, so this was a very new experience. However, she started to think that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to do, as it would add to the girl's humiliation, and therefore, make the punishment something that they may try harder to avoid. Anyway, first things first, and that was to give at least twelve strokes of the cane to this rather delicious naked young lady. 

Miss Hoskins ordered, "Go to the caning table, bend over, stretch your arms, and clasp hold of the sides of the table as far up as you can. Part your legs as well."  

Emma did as she was told, and realised that her bottom was stretched and definitely unprotected. She parted her legs, which all the girls were normally asked to do, except, now that she was naked, she realised her hair mound and stretched pussy lips were on show, and wondered whether Miss Hoskins would realise that and, if so, what her feelings might be. Her thoughts soon changed though to reminding herself that she mustn't get up at all because the number of additional strokes she would have to take would be increasing very quickly.  

Emma had to admit that she felt particularly submissive as she lay across the caning table with her breasts pressing down on the warm wooden surface, and she found that she was still actually aroused by the submission, which was very different to her feeling of just being a disciplinarian when she spanked the naughty Lucy two days ago. She even gasped as the cane was rubbed from side to side across her bottom, although she couldn't work out why, because she knew that in just a few moments she was going to experience a level of pain that she had never experienced before. With that thought, she realised she was now thinking about the cane and the pain she was about to suffer, which was suffocating her previous thoughts of sexual arousal that she had always associated with her caning fantasy.  

Miss Hoskins smiled as she looked at Emma's bare bottom, realising that she had different feelings to those she normally had when about to spank one of the college girls. With the college girls she was very much the disciplinarian, but, right now, she knew she had what must be maternal feelings towards Emma, but then, changed that, to thinking that they were actually more sexual feelings. Did she fancy Emma, she asked herself, and thought that she did.  

Emma realised that the cane was no longer being rubbed across her bottom and, as expected, the very next moment she heard a swishing sound and then a loud thwack, followed immediately by the most awful stinging pain. Luckily, she had already clasped her fingers firmly on the edges of the table and managed to hold on, even though she threw her head back and let out what she knew must have been a loud yelp. At that moment, she asked herself how she could possibly have wanted to be caned, and wasn't sure how she was going to get through eleven more strokes. After all, if she got up she would get additional strokes, and also reckoned that Miss Hoskins knew that this would be how she would feel all along.  

There was hardly any gap, in Emma's mind, as she felt the second stroke bite into her bottom. She kept a firm hold of the side of the table still, but once again threw her head back and yelped. She did the same with the third stroke, although, not quite understanding why, she felt that she handled that much better than the first two strokes.  

Miss Hoskins looked at Emma's bottom and the three red welts, and decided that they were rather pretty. She knew that Emma was struggling, though, and as she landed the fourth stroke reminded herself that it was Emma who asked her for the caning, just as she had asked Emma the day before for a spanking. As she landed the fifth stroke, she reminded herself that Emma certainly had given her a very hard spanking, correctly so, and so there was no reason at all why the caning shouldn't be anything other than severe. So, as she landed the sixth stroke, watched Emma's head shake from side to side, and she hissed in and out through clenched teeth, she hoped that Emma was getting the experience that she so desired.  

Emma knew that she was struggling, and as the seventh stroke landed, as she once again threw her head back and yelped, then shook her head from side to side whilst hissing in and out through clenched teeth and holding on firmly to the sides of the table, she did tell herself that she was so unlikely to ever want to be caned again as her bottom was stinging so horribly. However, as the eighth stroke bit into her bottom, she was still thankful that Miss Hoskins was prepared to give her the experience that she had asked for, and had yearned for, for so long. The ninth stroke landed, and she panicked as one hand let go of the table, and she opened her eyes, fearful that she was going to get up and not be able to stop herself, but managed to grab hold of the side of the table again. What she noticed then, was that everything was blurred because she knew that her eyes were now tear-filled and reckoned that she could feel tears dribbling down her face.  

The tenth stroke landed, and Emma again made sure that she was clasping hold of the sides of the table, but once again the pain felt as though it was more intense. She had spoken to several of her friends who had been caned, and they said that six strokes were awful. Of course, they kept on their dress and knickers rather than having a bare exposed bottom. She wasn't even sure, now, why she had asked for twelve strokes, but that had been the number that she had always fantasied about. As the eleventh stroke landed, and she once again shook her head with her eyes tightly shut, hissing in and out through clenched teeth, she told herself that she would never earn a caning or ask for another caning. This one was enough to quell that desire, for sure.  

Miss Hoskins was looking down at Emma's bottom, which now had eleven welts across it. She still thought the bottom was very kissable and realised that she really did have sexual feelings for Emma. With one stroke left, though, she made her mind up that this would be the hardest stroke of all, as the last one had to be every time, but then she would hug Emma and soothe her with loving words and help her recover. So, she landed the twelfth stroke, and watched the welt develop as she listened to Emma's pain-filled cry, but at least the caning was over.  

Emma had lost count of the number of strokes quite a while ago, but took it that as there was such a large gap since the last stroke, the caning was over. Even so, she was aware enough to stay bent down across the table, clasping both sides, just in case there was another stroke to come because she didn't want to earn any extra strokes at all. She was, therefore, relieved when she heard Miss Hoskins order, "You can now get up, girl."  

Emma eased herself up, and immediately rubbed her stinging bottom. She also realised that she was stepping from foot to foot, doing the spanking dance that she had pictured herself doing during her fantasies. However, she also knew that she was crying, and the tears were flowing down her face as she wiped those tears away with one hand, but continued to rub her horribly stinging bottom with her other hand. The tears didn't stop, nor did the crying, nor did the stinging, but she hoped that it would all subside fairly quickly.  

Miss Hoskins decided not to give Emma a hug right then, but to let her experience the after-caning sensation that she knew the girls experienced. It was a mixture of relief that the caning was over, but then the realisation that the pain was overbearing, and that sitting would become difficult for quite some time. She allowed Emma time to recover, and when she heard her crying was now just sobbing, she asked Emma in a friendlier tone of voice "Tell me, Emma, did you find being bent over the caning table more humiliating than going across a teacher's lap to be spanked?"  

Emma had recovered, heard the question, and realised she didn't know the answer. She replied, whilst sniffing back sobs, "Actually, Miss, I've never been spanked, so maybe you should give me that experience as well?"  

Miss Hoskins was really surprised at the request but, not seeing a problem with giving Emma that additional experience, replied, "Yes, of course, Emma. Go and stand by the chair with your hands on your head, and I will be over directly."  

Emma suddenly realised what she had asked for, and immediately retracted. She said in a very worried tone, "No, Miss Hoskins, I didn't mean that. I meant, could I just go across your lap and see the difference?"  

Miss Hoskins decided that Emma's first reaction was the one she really wanted, and therefore put on her strict teacher tone of voice and ordered, "Now, girl, don't be naughty. I don't want any arguments from you, so you will do as you are told. If you say another word, then you will go back across the caning table for twelve more strokes of the cane, and then I will give you a spanking. You know that arguing with a teacher is against the rules."  

Emma gasped, but she had to obey what Miss Hoskins said. Of course, she knew that she had wanted to be caned but not spanked, and could have kicked herself for asking, and, as she quickly walked across to stand by the chair that she knew Miss Hoskins would sit on to spank her, which in fact was the same chair that she had sat on when she spanked Miss Hoskins yesterday, she realised that she was not really being punished for being naughty, but just because she asked to be spanked. Then, her inner feelings changed, and, although she didn't mean to have asked, but, now that she had, and Miss Hoskins told her that she would be, she actually found the prospect not just exciting, but erotic. As she stood by the chair, with her hands on her head as instructed, she felt quivers flying around her vagina in a way that only ever happened when she was properly sexually aroused.  

Miss Hoskins looked at the now obedient, and even contrite, Emma as she stood still fully naked with her hands placed on her head, looking so kissable, and noticed that whereas before the caning her nipples were not taut, they were now. Was she aroused by the prospect of being spanked, she asked herself, and knew that there were some girls at the college who earned themselves a spanking on purpose, and then went to the toilets to masturbate because they were so aroused. If Emma was like that, then, judging from her own feelings of arousal having just caned Emma, and with the prospect of now spanking her, maybe they were suited to each other in the strangest of ways.  

Emma got even more aroused as she saw Miss Hoskins walk across the room and sit down on the chair. She looked down at her lap, saw Miss Hoskins point to it, and immediately bent down, catching her fall with her hands on the floor, and then lowered her full weight on to Miss Hoskins' lap. She realised immediately how submissive this position was, but sexy as well, as she looked at Miss Hoskins' upside-down legs so close to her face, and her own dangling under the far side of the chair. She even liked the fact that the floor was so close to her face, and even more enjoyed the feel of Miss Hoskins's hand rubbing her bottom in circles. She still couldn't understand how she could be so aroused by her submissive position, given she was a prefect and used to being the one in charge of others, but she was, and enjoyed the feeling.  

Miss Hoskins got aroused when seeing Emma bend across her lap, in a way that she didn't feel with any of the other college girls. She realised her feelings were very different because Emma was naked, and as she watched Emma's naked body lower herself across her lap, she smiled as her face passed within inches of her own. She really did want to kiss Emma's lips, not to mention her breasts which passed so close to her face moments later, and her taut nipples, but, first, she was going to give Emma the spanking that she had, albeit subconsciously rather than deliberately, just asked for. So, she placed her hand on Emma's bottom, and, whilst rubbing in circles, she felt the raised welts and knew that the spanking would be more intense causing more pain than when spanking an uncaned bottom.  

Miss Hoskins looked at the back of Emma's head, just to make sure that she was going to stay in position, but still asked, "Are you ready, girl?" feeling flutters flying around her vagina as she did.  

Emma heard the question, and she too felt flutters flying around her vagina, although, of course, hadn't realised that Miss Hoskins was as aroused as she was. She replied, "Yes, Miss," knowing that she was once again going to suffer the pain that she had never suffered before, but was enjoying her submissive demeanor, probably more so because she was about to be spanked by the teacher she had a crush on.  

The next moment, Emma realised that her bottom was no longer being rubbed, and the first spank landed. She yelped because her bottom was already stinging from the caning, but realised that she didn't have to hold onto anything to stay in place because, being bent across Miss Hoskins's lap, she was even able to squirm around a bit and still stay in position. Having her hands on the floor certainly helped to balance herself, although as the second spank quickly followed the first, so her feelings turned from arousal to having to deal with the increasingly stinging pain.  

The spanking proceeded with Miss Hoskins spanking Emma on alternate bottom cheeks, just as Emma had spanked Miss Hoskins yesterday. Of course, it was very different being the one being spanked compared to the one giving the spanking, which was something that Emma now discovered first-hand. Nevertheless, even as she quickly dissolved into uncontrolled crying, she was still pleased that she had asked for the caning, and, even though she hadn't meant to ask for the spanking, but just wanted to know how it felt to be across her teacher's lap, she was also pleased that she was being spanked as well. She supposed it would be more normal to be spanked first and caned afterwards, but doubted that she would ever want that experience.  

Miss Hoskins spanked Emma on alternate bottom cheeks for a couple of minutes, but even so landed a good one hundred hard spanks in that time. She then changed to spanking her on the same bottom cheek time and again, and then spanking the other bottom cheek time and again, also for another two minutes or so. After that, she did the same to the backs of Emma's legs, and so reckoned that by the time she was finished, she had spanked Emma for about eight or nine minutes, and so had probably landed four to five hundred very solid spanks, and knew that Emma was crying uncontrollably. Still, at least Emma had now experienced being spanked, and hoped that she wouldn't hold it against her.  

Once finishing the spanking, Miss Hoskins rubbed Emma's bottom and the backs of the legs again, and noticed that Emma parted her legs as they were rubbed, seemingly inviting Miss Hoskins to rub the inside of her thighs. She did exactly that and, although not meaning to, brushed her fingers along Emma's hair mound and stretched pussy lips, and realised immediately that Emma was damp, so knew that she was aroused by being disciplined. Loving the thought of Emma's arousal, she continued to run her fingers up and down Emma's pussy lips, listened to her increasingly erotic gasps, saw that Emma started to gyrate and tense her thighs as her erotic gasps got louder and louder, and it didn't take long at all for Emma to explode in an orgasmic gasp.  

Miss Hoskins realised that her own knickers were also damp, and knew that she was aroused by disciplining Emma. It confirmed to her that there was a matching of their feelings, which she had never expected, and wondered whether Emma had expected it.  

Miss Hoskins then instructed, "Okay, Emma. You can get up now as your spanking, and orgasm, are over."  

Emma eased herself up from Miss Hoskins's lap, and actually felt embarrassed by the way that she had cum. As she stood, and once again rubbed her bottom feverishly as she stepped from foot to foot looking at Miss Hoskins through her blurred vision, she managed to say, "I am sorry, Miss. I didn't expect that to happen."  

Miss Hoskins stood up, held her arms out, and Emma happily fell into them and accepted the maternal hug. She put her arms around Miss Hoskins's waist and hugged her back, and felt so alive. She did once again say, "I am sorry that I came, Miss."  

Miss Hoskins kept hugging Emma, and replied, "Well, if you slip your fingers under my dress, you will find that my knickers are damp as well."  

Emma didn't know if it was an invitation or not, but she did slip a hand up the front of Miss Hoskins' dress, working her way up her inner thighs, and noticed that Miss Hoskins had slightly parted her legs. She knew then, that it was an invitation, and continued until she ran her fingers along Miss Hoskins' very damp knickers. She was so surprised, and was going to remove her hand, but then heard Miss Hoskins say in a loving tone, "You could do the same for me."  

Emma was surprised, and she looked up at Miss Hoskins, only to find Miss Hoskins lower her head so that their lips met, and they kissed each other. As they kissed, Emma slipped her fingers inside Miss Hoskins' knickers, along her very wet pussy lips, and, as she did, eased her fingers inside Miss Hoskins' vagina, heard her gasp louder and louder, and she quickly came.  

Once Miss Hoskins recovered, she said a heartfelt, "Thank you, Emma, that was wonderful."  

Emma was so excited she told Miss Hoskins, with a smile, "Just so you know, Miss, in answer to your question, I found the cane more painful than being spanked but hated being spanked more as it was definitely more humiliating."  

Miss Hoskins smiled. "I thought so," she replied, adding, "So, you'll find dealing with the punishment letter humiliating as well."  

Emma gasped and asked, "Punishment letter, Miss?"  

Miss Hoskins said sternly, "Yes, girl. Anyone punished at school has to be spanked again and sent to bed early."  

Emma exclaimed, "But I wasn't naughty, Miss?"  

Miss Hoskins replied firmly, "No arguments, girl. You will need to be spanked again tonight."  

Emma grimaced as she explained, "My parents are away for a few days, Miss."  

Miss Hoskins smiled and said testily. "Well, I can come to your house and deal with you."  

Emma thought how great it would be to have Miss Hoskins come to her house. "Okay, Miss," she readily agreed.  

Miss Hoskins set out what would happen. "My house is on the way to yours. We will leave now, and I will pick up some fresh clothes. We will then go on to yours. Come seven o'clock I will put you across my lap and spank you. I will use a hairbrush as well, which will be as painful as the cane, and you will still be humiliated by being across my lap. I will then put you to bed." When she saw the questioning look in Emma's eyes she added, "I will then get undressed and join you in bed because you will be a good girl again, and good girls can make love together," and smiled when she saw the broad grin on Emma's face.  

Emma asked, "So, you will be staying at mine, Miss? That’s cool, Miss.”  

Miss Hoskins smiled still and replied, "Yes, I will bring several days' clothes. Oh, and by the way, you will need to keep to the rules I set, or else you will be spanked each time you break a rule."  

Emma found the threat arousing and said, "I like to keep to rules, Miss, and, being punished if I don't, sounds just right."  

So, as Emma and Miss Hoskins walked away from the college together, they discussed how they had asked the other to live out their fantasy, and how Miss Hoskins hated being spanked but got so aroused by spanking Emma, and Emma found spanking Miss Hoskins nowhere near as arousing as being spanked by her. They both wanted to continue with spanking as foreplay to lovemaking, but also as pure discipline, and only with the teacher being in charge of the prefect. Miss Hoskins also agreed she would cane Emma again, after college, perhaps weekly, which Emma was up for as well, and wanted more than twelve strokes each time. 

With all of that settled, they were both looking forward to the next few days, and who knew how much longer after that?