Amanda walked along the corridor and went into the secretary's office. She saw the secretary sitting at her desk and, across the room outside the door to the headmistress's study three college girls were sitting dressed in their college uniform, so as she was also in college uniform she didn't look so out of place, except for her age.
Amanda was horrified, though, when she realised that one of the girls sitting there was Lizzie, one of her daughter's best friends. Dismayed she realised that any chance that she was going to get away without it being discovered that she was caned by the headmistress had just been blown out of the window.
As Amanda walked up to the secretary's desk the door to the headmistress's study opened and out walked another of the college girls, with tear-filled eyes and she was rubbing her bottom.
A few moments later the girl left and the girl closest to the door got up, knocked, and went inside when told to. The secretary ordered Amanda, "Sit on the end chair and then move along as each girl goes into the headmistress's study until it is your turn to go in. No talking either."
Amanda sat in the end chair, next to Lizzie, who did look shocked when she sat down but both obeyed the instruction not to speak.
A few minutes later Amanda watched as another girl came out of the headmistress's study, again with tear-filled eyes and rubbing her bottom, whilst the girl closest to the door went into the study. It didn't take very long for there to be the sound of swishing, a loud thwack, a yelp, and then a repeat of that. That particular girl received three strokes of the cane and was very soon coming out of the study and again walking up to the secretary's desk rubbing her bottom. Lizzie then went in.
Before Amanda really knew it, she was sitting in the seat directly next to the headmistress's study door and knew that she was next to go in. She listened to the continuing sound of the swishing, thwacking, and yelping, and, after six strokes, with just a short gap, Lizzie came out with tears streaming down her face and also clutching and rubbing her bottom, not even looking at Amanda as she was so distraught.
Moments later the secretary pointed at Amanda and nodded towards the headmistress's study door. Amanda obediently got up, knocked on the door as the previous girls had done, waited for the call to come in, went in, closed the door behind her, and walked up to the headmistress's desk.
The headmistress was looking at paperwork for just a few moments before ordering, "Lift your dress above your waist, take your knickers off, then go and bend over the caning table grabbing the far end and place your knickers near your hands."
Amanda realised the headmistress was being particularly professional and businesslike and knew she had no alternative but to obey. She wasn't even sure that the headmistress was aware that she was a parent rather than one of the college students, but that didn't really matter she supposed.
Amanda obediently raised her dress once again above her waist, eased her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She scooped them up and placed them at the far end of the caning table so that when she was then stretched out her knickers were quite clearly in her view. She supposed that was a constant reminder, if one were needed, that she didn't have any knickers on.
Amanda heard the headmistress stand up and walk towards her. She also heard the swishing of the cane. After that, she felt the cane being rubbed back and forth across her bottom and the headmistress then said sternly, "There are strict rules against masturbating in the toilets. That will
earn you six strokes of the cane, plus a punishment letter requiring in addition to your existing punishment, a further one hundred hand spanks and a further twenty spanks with the hairbrush. Parents get the same punishment as the girls on parents' classes day."
Well, that told Amanda that the headmistress knew exactly who she was and was trying to come to terms with what was going to be such a very long and very pain-filled spanking given to her by one of her close friends, Janet. Those thoughts were interrupted as she felt the cane bite into her bottom and she threw her head back with the pain letting out what she knew was a loud yelp, just as the previous several girls had yelped. She didn't have any time to recover as the second stroke landed within seconds and she was once again throwing her head back knowing that her eyes were tightly shut and once again let out a yelp.
The third stroke landed and Amanda knew that she was shaking her head from side to side with her eyes tightly shut and was clasping hold of the table as tightly as she could to make sure that she didn't get up. No longer did she feel like the adult parent of one of the college students, but, just as she felt when she was across Janet's lap in the classroom, she was no better than the naughty college girls who had been caned before her.
As much as her bottom stung from the caning, for some incredible reason, she thought about being so aroused by being spanked by Janet and wondered if it was more the fact that it was Janet rather than the fact that she was being spanked. Time would tell because she would soon find out whether she was aroused by being caned although told herself she mustn't masturbate in the toilets ever again.
The fourth stroke landed and Amanda once again yelped loudly shaking her head from side to side but still managing to keep a hold of the far end of the desk. The fifth stroke hurt much more than the earlier ones, and reckoned that was because of the build-up of the stinging. However, at least there was only one stroke left. That sixth stroke landed and she yelped again although thought she was getting used to the cane as it didn't hurt tremendously which she found strange. However, she wasn't feeling aroused either, at least.
Amanda tried to calm herself down and opened her eyes so that she could see where the headmistress was. She realised that her vision was blurred and that her eyes were as tear-filled as all of those previous girls who had left the headmistress's study rubbing their bottoms.
The next moment Amanda heard the instruction, "Get up and put your knickers back on. Then go and see the secretary for your additional punishment letter."
Amanda again realised that the headmistress was simply dealing with everything as quickly as she could, albeit the caning was very hard, as of course it had to be. So, Amanda slipped back into her knickers, straightened out her dress looked at the headmistress, and said with a real respect she had for her, "Thank you for caning me, headmistress," and then walked out of the study.
Once outside she did look towards the chairs and saw the next girl stand up, looking worried that she was about to be caned, and then walk into the headmistress's study closing the door after her.
Amanda went up to the secretary who already had an envelope ready for her. The secretary looked at Amanda as though she was just one of the other naughty college girls and handed her the envelope saying, "Give this to your responsible adult who will sign both letters, and you must bring them back in tomorrow morning."
Amanda took the envelope, and, not knowing whether she needed to show the secretary the same respect, and so said anyway, "Thank you, Miss."
The secretary actually smiled at the respectful tone of voice, and said, "Well, it has been a delight to meet you, Amanda. Hopefully next time it won't be just before you get another caning."
Amanda grimaced as she nodded her head, acknowledging that she really was just a naughty college girl, before turning and walking out of the office. She got to the corridor and started to walk back towards the classroom and met Janet on the way.
Janet asked, sounding quite official, "Have you got the second envelope, please?"
Amanda replied, "Yes, Janet, I have it here."
Janet quickly looked around to see whether anyone was listening, saw there wasn't, and with a stern look on her face commanded, "You will only address me as, miss, until I have dealt with your punishment. Please do not make me report your insolence to Miss Ellis or the headmistress."
Amanda immediately apologised saying, "Sorry, Miss." Amanda then realised she was getting a crush on Janet because she was turned on by being submissive.
Janet was at least happy with the apology and, taking the envelope, kept a stern tone of voice as she said, "Let's get back to my house and deal with you, then."
Amanda remained respectful as she walked with Janet towards the car park. They both got into their separate cars and Amanda followed Janet as they drove towards Janet's house. Once they were both
parked in the driveway they got out of the cars, locked them, and walked towards the front door. Once inside, Janet pointed towards the living room and Amanda obediently walked inside. She looked around and saw the dining table at the far end of the room and that Janet walked past her and was going into that part of the room, and so followed.
Janet went to the sideboard and opened a drawer and took out a wooden-backed paddle hairbrush and Amanda saw the wooden paddle was quite thick. Janet then went and turned a dining chair into the room and sat down. Once seated she glared up at Amanda and ordered, "Right then, you know the drill by now. Raise your dress above your waist, take your knickers off, and then get across my lap."
Again, Amanda felt flutters flying around her vagina as she listened to Janet's authoritative tone of voice, How come she was aroused with Janet and not the headmistress she again wondered, and was more sure it was because she fancied Janet as well as felt aroused by being submissive. That was so strange, she thought, as she was a helicopter mum with strong views, so how come she liked being submissive? Still, she didn't have time to think it through right then as she lifted the hem of her dress up above her waist and then eased her thumbs once again inside the elastic of her knickers, for the third time today, so far, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on the dining table behind Janet.
Amanda took a moment to look down at Janet's lap before stepping to her side and easing herself down, catching her fall with her hands on the floor before lowering her full weight across Janet's lap. It took just a few moments to settle herself, and with her face inches from the floor, she looked once again at the backs of Janet's upside-down legs and her own dangling under the far side of the chair.
Janet said in her stern tone of voice, "Here is the hairbrush. Hand it up to me when I tell you to."
Amanda gasped as she took the hairbrush and put it on the floor by her face, thinking how she would have to look at it whilst being spanked. How awful, she told herself. However, she knew she had at least three hundred spanks to take first with Janet's hand, so at least seven or eight minutes of having her bottom spanked over the six welts of the cane she already had. Then she would get sixty spanks with the hairbrush and knew she would be in floods of tears by the end.
Janet rubbed her hand around Amanda's bottom but before spanking her said, "I have to take this seriously as it is my job to spank the girls when they are naughty and we take discipline seriously. That is why we have the parent's classes and why I won't be letting you off anything."
Amanda supposed she really did understand as she was already telling herself she wouldn't talk at all when she attended her next parent class, which means the strict discipline regime was working for her. "Yes, Miss," she replied looking at the floor.
Amanda felt tense but inexplicably excited at the thought of the spanking she was about to get. She felt aroused by her submission and being controlled by Janet, a long-standing friend. She couldn't explain it but so wanted to understand it. However, as her bottom was being rubbed, she knew she had to focus on several minutes and a good few hundred spanks which would land on her already red and welted bottom, followed by dozens of spanks with the hairbrush she was looking at on the floor just a few inches from her face.