Karen was out for a walk in the park when she saw two schoolgirls throwing mud at a boy. However, Karen misread things and thought they were all friends playing about and so also scooped up some mud and threw it at the boy.
A moment later there was a loud and stern, "Stop that straight away, girls."
Karen was sixty years old and wearing a summery sleeveless floral dress that showed off her bat wings, and with a short hem that showed off her slightly flabby thighs. She blushed with embarrassment when she heard the instruction to stop but when she looked around, she saw the order had been given to the schoolgirls.
The two schoolgirls looked sixteen or seventeen years old and Karen recognised the uniform of a green and white checked gingham short-sleeved dress and white belt as the summer uniform of the local sixth form college. The girls had their hair tied in a bun. They winced when they saw who had shouted at them to stop.
The woman who shouted was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse and dark blue skirt and had bare legs, and her hair was also tied into a bun. Karen gauged that she wasn't that much older than the schoolgirls and looked about nineteen.
The schoolgirls clearly recognised the woman and said a respectful, "Sorry, Miss Thomson." That told Karen that she was one of their teachers.
Miss Thomson had an authoritative manner about her and a very stern voice. "Right, girls, you are both up for double detentions for that kind of behaviour which brings the name of the college into disrepute. I want you both at college this afternoon for Saturday detention and will be putting you both down for a spanking and six strokes of the cane. Now off with you both."
The two girls didn't argue although blushed and winced, presumably at the thought of the spanking and caning they would be getting, Karen thought.
Miss Thomson let the girls get a distance away before glaring at Karen and saying in the same authoritative voice, "You should know better than that."
Karen blushed again and said, "Sorry, you are right."
Miss Thomson gave Karen a last wearisome look before turning and walking away.
Karen thought the incident was over and went to the cafe in the park and ordered a cup of tea and a cake.
However, as Karen was sipping her tea, Miss Thomson came in and sat at another table and ordered a coffee. It was only then she noticed Karen and decided to come over and ask, "May I join you?"
Karen was taken aback but said, "Please do."
Miss Thomson sat down and said, "Those girls were so naughty and deserve a good spanking and the cane to teach them a lesson."
Karen didn't answer.
Miss Thomson then asked in a friendlier tone, "I bet in your day the cane was freely used."
Karen did reply to that question and, yes, she remembered the cane very well. "It was. I only got it twice but that was enough as it really hurt." Karen didn't say, but recalled how the teachers were allowed to spank the students in class and she got quite a few of them.
Miss Thomson asked with a smile, "Were you caned for throwing mud at a boy?"
Karen relaxed at the now more friendly questioning and replied, "No. I got two double detentions for not doing homework in the same week and that got me four strokes each time. I made sure I did my homework after that."
Karen waited a moment and then said, "I'm Karen Stone, by the way. Do call me Karen."
Miss Thomson replied, "I'm Emma Thomson, so Emma will be good." She then continued as though it was a normal discussion point, "I am a trainee teacher at the college and firmly believe in discipline."
Karen agreed, "Oh, so do I."
Emma smiled wickedly and asked, "But you happily threw mud at that poor boy in the park and then walked away unpunished?"
Karen blushed. "I did, didn't I, and those two girls get punished and I don't. Is that what you mean, Emma?"
Emma nodded her head, "Now you mention it, that is the current position." She waited a moment and added in a questioning tone, "Do you think that is fair?"
Karen blushed once again. "I suppose not, but I'm not at the college." She left the comment hanging as she studied Emma, who she was sure was still a teenager but did have a more adult, even authoritative, way about her.
As Karen studied Emma, she mused about her long-held fantasy about being caned again because, as much as it hurt when at school, she had since masturbated hundreds of times picturing herself bent over and counting out the strokes. Of course, in those fantasies, she got many more than four strokes and the teacher started off a few years older than herself and even now assumed her to be her own age and nowhere near as young as a teenager. As soon as she learnt how to use a computer, she also visited websites with pictures and videos and stories about spanking and caning, and that helped her fantasy develop.
Emma could see that Karen was thinking about her reply and knew that some adults liked the idea of being disciplined and wondered if Karen was one of them. "You don't need to be at college yourself to be disciplined."
Karen looked more closely at Emma and wondered if she was manoeuvring the conversation around so that she asked to be disciplined. In fact, she would love to ask this young trainee teacher to discipline her for no other reason than to live out again her long-held fantasy. If only Emma were in her fifties, she told herself. "I suppose so," Karen agreed, and then asked with a smile and meaning it to sound like a joke, "Are you saying I should sit detention with the two girls and get spanked and caned by the headmistress?" She laughed tensely.
Emma liked the reply and saw it as an opportunity to have some fun with Karen. After all, she liked older women with turkey necks and bat wings like Karen clearly had, and suspected she also had creased skin and drooping breasts, which to her were actually rather sexy. "I don't think you need to go to the college. I caught you, though, and can discipline you at my house, which is just around the corner from here."
Karen was thrown by the direct and serious reply but her heart pounded and she started to think she would agree. However, as she was still nervous, she said, "Aren't I too old to actually be spanked?"
Emma replied seriously, "I don't think you are ever too old to be spanked or caned. It is a natural punishment and we would all be better off if that was doled out by the courts rather than a slap on the wrist."
Karen definitely agreed with that, but still unsure, asked, "Aren't you too young to deal with me? What are you, nineteen or twenty?"
Emma replied firmly, "I'm nineteen years old but my age, nor yours, matters one little bit. It is about who is in authority and who is answerable to that authority, and I think that is pretty clear, isn't it?"
Karen swallowed hard and was forced to reply, "I suppose you are right there." She was certainly taken by the authoritative tone and knew that she was right and that the respective ages were totally unimportant when it came to discipline.
Emma decided to have some fun and press the issue. After all, having said age doesn't matter, and that Karen was as naughty as the schoolgirls who were going to be disciplined, why not her as well? So, she said in her 'I am in charge' tone, "Yes, and I am also right that you deserve to be spanked and caned and that I should do it."
Karen was in a quandary. She wanted to be punished and was actually happy that Emma should do it as it ticked the box that she wanted to be caned again, and Emma was certainly an authoritative figure and even if still a teenager she was the right person to do it. So, taking a deep breath and blushing, she replied, "Okay, you are right."
Emma kept a straight face as she nodded her head acknowledging that Karen had taken the right decision. As both had already paid for the drinks, Emma stood up and ordered, "Let's go to my place and do this then."
Karen stood up as well, wanting to be seen to be obedient, and waited to be told where to go.
"This way," Emma ordered, and led the way out of the cafe, along the street, turning into two side roads and then arriving at a little close with six small houses. "I live here with my parents but they are away."
A minute later and Karen followed Emma into the house and the door was closed. Emma immediately ordered, "You will now address me only as Miss or Miss Thomson. Understood, girl?"
Karen was about to object but held back, thinking how it made absolute sense for Emma to be in charge and to be shown proper respect by a naughty schoolgirl. "Yes, Miss," she replied obediently.
Emma looked satisfied and taking Karen firmly by the upper arm said, "All girls in the punishment room at college stand with their noses pressed against the wall and their hands on their heads until the headmistress is ready to deal with them." She led Karen into the dining room and up to the wall and liked the fleshiness of her arm as she positioned her, making sure her nose was touching the wall. "Hands on your head, girl," she ordered and watched a now very obedient Karen do exactly that.
Emma knew the girls at college had to raise their dresses above their waists and lower their knickers, but she intended to make Karen undress and so left her and went to fetch her cane.
Karen decided she liked the humiliation of being ordered about by a girl who was only nineteen and listened as she went upstairs. It did seem to take a long time for Emma to get the cane but Karen assumed the time spent with her nose pressed against the wall was good thinking time for her to understand just how naughty she had been. It was several minutes before she heard Emma come back downstairs and into the dining room.
Emma put the cane on the dining table and then went over to Karen, standing behind her, and placed her hand on her dress-covered bottom. After patting what she knew were largish fleshy bottom cheeks, she ordered, "I think you need to be naked. The girls at college aren't, but I think it feels right here."
Karen was now mentally attuned to being punished and didn't mind being naked in front of Emma, who she was rather taken with. "Okay," she replied.
"Wait," Emma ordered and lifted her dress above Karen's waist and yanked her knickers down. "I said address me properly," and then pulled her arm back and landed her open palm on the back of Karen's bare leg, and landed a second spank on her other leg.
Karen gasped as the spanks landed and stung her legs and quickly said, "Okay, Miss. Sorry, Miss."
Emma smiled at the back of Karen's head as she listened to her stressed voice, and keeping a stern tone to her voice said, "Don't forget again or you will get many more smacks on your legs and the smacks will be harder. Now, get undressed, girl."
Karen rubbed the back of her legs as she turned around to get undressed. She did a double-take when she saw that Emma had changed out of her teacher's clothes and was now wearing a sports bra and very tight cotton shorts and wondered if it was the sports gear she wore at college, or, more likely, at the gym. The brief bra showed off Emma's well-toned arms, full breasts, and flat tummy, and as she had also removed the bun, her rich hair flowed over her shoulders. The cotton shorts showed off Emma's well-toned legs, and, perhaps more importantly, the bare thighs she would have to lie across for her spanking. Karen felt flutters flying around her vagina at the sight of those bare thighs, which made her feel so alive as her last sex was several years ago and all she did now was masturbate with her 'Special friend,' which was her nickname for her vibrator.
Emma saw the admiring look that Karen gave her, but still snapped, "I said get undressed, girl, or else six strokes becomes twelve."
Karen was shocked out of her reverie looking at the sexy teenage body that Emma had and unzipped her dress and pushed it to the floor, catching her grandma knickers on the way, stepped out of both pieces of clothing, and put them on a chair. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, slid it down her arms, caught it, and put it with her other clothes. Without being told, she remembered what happened at school in detention and put her hands back on her head and looked intently and longingly at the oh-so-sexy and gorgeous Emma. She didn't suppose her feelings would be returned, though, which was a shame as she would love to make out with the teenager after her spanking and caning.
Karen also remembered that she had had a body like Emma's when she was nineteen years old, and self-confidence like all teenagers have. She also recalled how women her grandma's age lost their pride in their bodies as the creases appeared, and looked at teenagers remembering those years.
Emma kept a stern look on her face as she gazed at Karen's body as it went from dressed to naked. She knew that Karen had the normal signs of a woman of sixty but loved the sight of her bat wings, ample drooping breasts with nipples she could suck forever, and even her unshaven pussy hair mound. Emma loved older women and Karen ticked so many boxes for her and she was going to thoroughly enjoy disciplining her, and, maybe even have sex afterwards. Would Karen have feelings for her after disciplining her, she wondered? It wasn't completely out of the question, she felt.
Emma also knew that women Karen's age were teenagers once and had bodies they were proud to show off, and had a confidence that was reduced as they got older. The difference here was that Emma loved women Karen's age, and wanted them both as friends, and lovers. She hadn't achieved that yet but was beginning to hope that as Karen was her best chance yet, with the added bonus of her willingness to submit to her authority.
Emma went and turned one of the dining chairs into the room and sat down. She glared at Karen and, pointing at the floor to her side, ordered, "Come and stand here, girl."
Karen stepped across the room with a, "Yes, Miss," and stood still, looking down at Emma's bare thighs and couldn't wait to lie across them, even though it would mean the start of a very painful punishment.
Emma let Karen look at her thighs for a few moments before ordering, "Get across my lap, girl."
Karen quickly eased herself down across Emma's lap and loved the feel of her thighs as she pressed her tummy down onto them. It had been so long since she had had such skin-to-skin contact with another woman and relished it now. She wasn't quite so relaxed once she had lowered her full weight onto Emma's lap because as she looked at her own legs dangling on the far side of the chair and at Emma's upside-down legs so close to her face and felt her palm rubbing her bottom in circles, she knew the pain she was going to have to endure wasn't far away. However, equally, her own humiliation was a necessary part of being disciplined and handed control to Emma just as it should be transferred.
Emma wanted to kiss Karen as her face passed within inches of hers but restrained herself and instead enjoyed the feel of her bare tummy on her thighs. She happily allowed Karen to squirm around a bit and get comfortable before placing her open palm on her fleshy bare bottom cheeks and rubbing in circles. The chair was carefully positioned so that she could see Karen's reflection in the glass garden doors and, when she saw her ample breasts dangling, she so wanted to suck her already taut nipples.
Taut nipples, Emma told herself again, and so she knew that Karen was turned on right then. However, time would tell if she was as turned on after being spanked and caned, but she knew from there were two girls at college who were regularly sent to the Headmistress to be caned. Normally she would have expelled girls so persistently misbehaving but she had discovered that both went to the toilets after being caned and masturbated. Both were otherwise hard workers and did well in tests and exams and so she kept on caning them, knowing it turned them on. So, Emma wondered if Karen might be the same and really hoped so.