Emma Peyton was feeling really pleased with herself as she stood in front of the headmistress’s secretary’s desk who was noting on the punishment log that she was due to receive twelve strokes of the cane. Six previously had been the maximum that she had earned, but Emma had pressed several buttons and ended up with a twelve.

What no one knew, except Miss Hargreaves, was that every time Emma attended the headmistress’s study to be caned, it was in fact Emma who caned Miss Hargreaves because of the foolish mistake Miss Hargreaves had made by attending the spanking party. In fact, so far, since the party, Emma had earned herself a caning three times and, on each occasion, she had given Miss Hargreaves the caning on her bare bottom. 

On each previous occasion, it had been six strokes of the cane, and Emma was particularly pleased that today it would be twelve. She thought that she was coming to the end of her time at the college, but it turned out that she had failed the year-end exams and so had to re-sit the final year, which meant she had another year at the college. Of course, although that upset her on the one hand, she did enjoy caning Miss Hargreaves so at least that was a plus for staying on, and, if she passed the exams next year, she would be nineteen-years-old when she went to Uni.

Today Emma was of course in her college uniform of a short-sleeved green and white gingham dress, with a white belt, and white ankle socks. 

The secretary finished entering the punishment in the log and pointed so Emma turned and went to the door of the Study. She knocked obediently, as that was what all the naughty students had to do, and when she heard Miss Hargreaves call out, “Come,” she obediently opened the door and walked in.

It was only as Emma opened the door that it struck her but it wasn’t Miss Hargreaves’ normal tone of voice, and, when she walked into the study she saw that instead of Miss Hargreaves sitting behind the desk it was Miss Wilson, the deputy headmistress.

Miss Wilson saw the look of surprise on Emma‘s face and ordered, “Okay, Peyton, close the door and come and stand in front of the desk.”

Emma was suddenly nervous because she was expecting Miss Hargreaves to be there and for her to cane Miss Hargreaves. That clearly wouldn’t happen if Miss Wilson was deputising for her, which would mean that she would be the one to get the twelve strokes, and that would be particularly bad because she purposely earned the caning simply to be able to cane Miss Hargreaves again.

As soon as Emma was standing in front of the desk Miss Wilson looked down at the copy of the punishment log that she had and said, “I see you have done three things wrong Peyton, and that has earned you twelve strokes of the cane. I am deputising for Miss Hargreaves and, as you know, it is my decision on whether you get caned over your dress, over just your knickers, or on your bare bottom. I can tell you that my decision is that you will be caned on your bare bottom, so I want you to remove your knickers and tuck your dress into your belt before bending over the desk.”

Emma’s mind was all in a whirl. She had been caned once before and hated the six strokes she got, but had discovered the spanking parties and that she loved caning others, and since catching Miss Hargreaves there, she had happily earned several punishments knowing she was going to be caning Miss Hargreaves each time. So, being faced now with twelve strokes she was really worried. She was quite happy giving Miss Hargreaves six strokes or, like today, even happier that she would be giving her twelve strokes, but now that seemed to be reversed and it was her who was going to get the caning. She wondered whether she could explain all of this to Miss Wilson but realised it would sound totally like a made-up story, and as Miss Hargreaves was not here to confirm anything, Miss Wilson would simply assume she was lying and may even increase the tariff to more than twelve strokes, and she suddenly thought how foolish she had been to think that she could continue to get away with caning Miss Hargreaves.

Emma did have one further thought, that she had threatened to tell the governors that Miss Hargreaves attended the spanking party. However, she quickly told herself that Miss Wilson wouldn’t accept that either, and by the time she was able to ask Miss Hargreaves she would have given her twelve and maybe more strokes of the cane anyway. So, as Emma was telling herself she was a really silly girl she lifted the hem of her dress up, eased her fingers inside the elastic of her knickers, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, and picked them up and put them neatly on the chair. She then yanked her dress up well above her waist and tucked it into her belt and then bent down across the headmistress’s desk and clasped hold of the far side.

Miss Wilson smiled to herself as she watched Emma prepare herself to be caned and was looking at her very caneable bottom. She had found out from Miss Hargreaves that Emma had caned her on several occasions now, and had explained why she had been able to get away with it. That annoyed Miss Wilson because Miss Hargreaves and Miss Wilson were actually lovers, and Miss Wilson had discovered a set of cane wheals when making love one night. 

Miss Hargreaves was totally embarrassed but had readily admitted to Miss Wilson how it came about, but said what she discovered was that she was turned on each and every time she was caned by Emma, or least once the caning was over.  She did find it humiliating that one of the college students was caning her, and even said how she would prefer it if Miss Wilson caned her as foreplay to making love, and it was following that conversation that things changed between Miss Hargreaves and Miss Wilson, so it was Miss Wilson who took the dominant decision-making role, and Miss Hargreaves obeyed whatever Miss Wilson decided. 

Miss Wilson was actually a naturally dominant person who said that she would be more than happy to cane Miss Hargreaves. In fact, what she wanted to do was impose a whole set of rules which, if any were broken, would lead to a spanking or caning or both.

Miss Hargreaves readily agreed to that and asked for the list to be particularly long and to be enforced very strictly. That was done and was why Miss Hargreaves was right at that moment standing in the toilet area off her study struggling with a red whealed bottom, with thirty-six parallel welts painted across both her bottom cheeks. 

The discussion had then taken place about how they would deal with Emma, and they came up with the idea that Miss Wilson would be the one sitting at Miss Hargreaves’s desk when Emma arrived, and would be the one to give Emma the cane.

So, with Emma stretched out across the table, clearly knowing that she was going to be caned, Miss Wilson picked up the cane, positioned herself, and rubbed the cane from side to side across Emma’s bottom. Miss Wilson had to admit that there was a sense of revenge because she thought it particularly bad that one of the students was able to blackmail the headmistress, but she also reckoned that Emma had deliberately earned herself so many strokes of the cane believing that she would be the one giving those strokes to the headmistress, and she hoped she was now feeling that she had been particularly silly and was regretting her own actions.

Emma was regretting her silliness and even more so when the first stroke bit into her bottom. She had been caned before and, as always, that first stroke was just so painful, and she yelped as she clung on fiercely to the far end of the table because she knew that if she got up it would mean that stroke wouldn’t count. The second stroke quickly followed and she yelped again, as she did with the third stroke. Even now she was wondering how she was going to cope with twelve strokes as her one and only previous caning was six strokes.

Miss Wilson knew that Emma was struggling with each of the cane strokes but she was deliberately making them really firm, not just to teach a naughty student a lesson, but because this particular naughty student was blackmailing her girlfriend, the headmistress. So, as she landed the fourth stroke and watched the red wheal develop so she continued to be intent to teach this girl a good lesson. The fifth stroke quickly followed and then the sixth, and Miss Wilson saw each time Emma responded with a loud yelp, tensing every muscle in her body, throwing her back, and clearly struggling to keep hold of the table although she even hoped she would let go so she could add a stroke or two.

Emma had hoped for a small gap after the sixth stroke but that didn’t happen and the seventh stroke quickly followed. She was shaking her head with her eyes tightly closed and was hissing in and out through clenched teeth, all to try to cope with the ever increasingly intense pain. As the eighth stroke bit into her bottom, she remembered that, of course, she was very happy watching Miss Hargreaves struggle with exactly the same pain, but it was just so different when it was happening to her. The ninth stroke followed and she knew that she was crying, and while she couldn’t see the tears she was confident that they would be ending up on the tabletop below her face, just as they did when she caned Miss Hargreaves. 

Miss Wilson landed the tenth stroke still with the focus of making sure every stroke was a hard one, but had to admit that she did find it satisfying seeing all of those red welts painted across Emma’s bottom. She landed the eleventh stroke and knew that Emma would find it exceptionally difficult to sit down for the rest of the day and, no doubt, at least tomorrow as well. Still, it was this naughty student girls’ problem, and, as she landed the twelfth stroke and listened to Emma’s now uncontrolled crying she was sure she had taught a lesson that she needed to teach her. 

Emma had lost count of the number of strokes she had received but reckoned that when they stopped that meant the twelve strokes had been given. Luckily, she was still clinging onto the far end of the desk although realised she was crying uncontrollably as it really had been a painful punishment, but to be fair, she was the one who had been blackmailing Miss Hargreaves and actually caned her on so many occasions. That’s something that none of the other students would experience, she reckoned, so that was a plus, but knew that as she was going to be staying at college for another year it would be even sillier of her to make that known. Better that she just continued to reach tremendous orgasms as she fingered herself picturing Miss Hargreaves bent across the desk with her bare bottom staring up at her with wheal after wheal being painted across it.

Miss Wilson let Emma calm down before ordering, “Okay, Peyton, you can get up now. However, keep your dress tucked into your belt and face me with your hands on my head because I do not want to see you rubbing your bottom until you have left the study.”

Emma did as she was told and stood facing Miss Wilson, although only saw her blurred outline through her tear-filled eyes and just hoped her punishment was over. As she stood waiting, she again remembered that she had earned every stroke only because she believed she was going to be able to cane Miss Hargreaves again, and wouldn’t have earned any of them if she had known they were going to be landing on her own bottom.

Miss Wilson knew that Emma couldn’t see her smile or that she was enjoying seeing Emma’s tear-stained face, but then Miss Wilson knew that was exactly what she deserved. She then said in a stern tone of voice, “Well, Emma, I hope you have learnt your lesson. You have been very naughty to earn twelve strokes of the cane and I will be watching you very carefully, and, if you break any more rules, then all the teaching staff are aware that you will be reported to me rather than to Miss Hargreaves. In addition, you will be reporting to me every Monday morning first thing, and we will have a discussion and if I think that you deserve to be caned even though for nothing specific that you have been reported to me for, then you will be caned there and then. I will decide how many strokes you get and I will be very strict with you. Now, think about that as you pull your knickers up and straighten out your dress and go, because you now are on my, ‘Watch very closely,’ list.”

Miss Wilson could see the worried look on Emma’s tear-stained face. Of course, she knew it was an excellent threat because she did have the right to cane Emma just because she wanted to and there were already a couple of other girls subject to the same regime. Their behavior had improved markedly and so the regime had the full support of the governors. However, she was very confident that it would worry Emma so much that she wouldn’t even dream of going to the governors because whilst that might dispense with Miss Hargreaves, it certainly would do nothing to prevent the Monday morning meetings.

Emma was still sniffing back tears as she stepped back into her knickers and pulled them up gingerly over her bottom, and when she did, she quickly rubbed and felt the raised wheals. However, she froze when she heard the very strict order, “I told you not to rub your bottom before you have left the room, Peyton, so hold your hand out, girl.”

Emma was aghast as she did as she was told and felt the cane rubbed across her palm, then it wasn’t, she heard the swish, and the next moment felt the searing pain of the cane landing across her palm. Well, that would teach her to do as she was told by Miss Wilson and no mistaking that, she told herself.

Emma was crying again as she lowered her dress and was still sniffing back tears as she thanked Miss Wilson for caning her. She then left the study, confirmed to the secretary she had received twelve strokes and one on her hand, watched as she filled in the necessary page confirming the punishment had been given, and then Emma left the study.

As Emma walked along the corridor, she thought just how horrid the caning had been, and kept telling herself how silly she had been to think that she could get away with caning Miss Hargreaves. Clearly, she and Miss Wilson had come together and created the plan to stop it, and by golly they had worked it out well. She really was silly to think that she could get the better of Miss Hargreaves and reckoned that she would be regretting it for the rest of her time at the college.

When Emma left the study, Miss Wilson went and opened the door to the toilet and saw a smiling Miss Hargreaves who was still clutching her welt painted bottom. “All done,” Miss Wilson said with a smile, adding, “One very silly student dealt with and she won’t be caning her equally silly headmistress ever again.”  

Miss Hargreaves smiled back and replied, “Except she and I will both be caned by the ever so strict Miss Wilson.”

Both Miss Wilson and Miss Hargreaves laughed as they were so pleased they had sorted out the problem, and both knew they were each so turned on. 

Miss Hargreaves went to her desk and picked up her phone and told her secretary, “Stop my calls for half an hour. Miss Wilson and I have matters to discuss.”

“Yes, headmistress,” came the reply, and the kissing cuddling caressing and fingering started.