Kelly, of course, knew Sandy Smith because she was a teacher at the high school. Sandy was a tall, athletic woman in her early thirties, with streaked blonde hair that she wore in a ponytail. She had long, firmly muscled legs and a full bust. Her shoulders were broad and her arms were developed from working out. And she was pretty, with a lightly freckled face and the tanned skin that comes from being outdoors. She was popular with the girls, but nevertheless strict, and, she had penetrating blue eyes that drew Kelly like a moth to a flame.

Sandy had had her conversation with her principal and knew Kelly would be stopping by. Sandy knew Kelly as a young, cute, efficient secretary who was a former student. There was something about Kelly though, that had alerted Sandy early on. Kelly was a conniver. She seemed to be in the middle of a lot of "office politics"-- often, it seemed to Sandy, as a provacateur. And there was something else. Sandy was aware that Kelly was attracted to other women. She had seen "the look" in Kelly's eyes as she had studied several of the more attractive female teachers. Sandy was no stranger to female relationships, and had experimented in this arena herself, mostly in college. Generally though, Sandy preferred men.

What Kelly didn't know was that Sandy had been a close friend of Racheal Finnegan's. Racheal and Sandy had spoken at length before she took the job. One night in a bar after a few drinks, Racheal had told her this astonishing story of a besotted student who had requested, of all things, a spanking in lieu of detention. Racheal had declined, of course, but she had named the student--Kelly Shore. So Sandy knew at once that the story of Kelly's punishment at Racheal's hands was pure fantasy. More puzzling, however, was Kelly's motive.

When Kelly had first laid eyes on the pretty, vibrant gym teacher her heart had skipped a beat-- she reminded Kelly so much of Miss Finnegan. It wasn't any similarity in looks, they actually looked different from each other. It was some undefineable presence or bearing or poise. Maybe it was the intense, piercing gaze, the deep blue eyes. Part of it was control. Sandy Smith was charged with the oversight of the behavior of groups of high-spirited adolescents, and there was no doubt that she was in charge. She was kind but firm, strict when she had to be. Kelly wondered if she'd ever had occasion to paddle anyone. They hadn't allowed that for years, but maybe in Texas? Kelly shivered at the thought of an imperious Sandy Smith commanding an unlucky Heidi Lawson to bend over and present her behind for correction.

When Kelly drove up, Sandy was waiting. "Hi, Miss Smith, I brought you the paddle they agreed on." Kelly started to pull it out of a shopping bag.

"For goodness sake, Kelly, come on inside first." Kelly allowed herself to be let in as Sandy held open the door.

"I don't know about you, but I'm just floored by all this. Martha Fleck called and told me that Heidi Lawson might agree to take 12 licks with a paddle so she can get reinstated as valedictorian--and that I have been asked to give them to her. Imagine!"

"Uh...yes, I was there. But, I don't know, it seems fair and well, appropriate somehow. You know, jumping in the shower naked like that with those boys. It was sort of a kid's prank. Maybe it merits a kid's punishment."

"Yes," Sandy laughed, "you have a point there. Maybe what Heidi really needs deep down is a good spanking."

Actually the thought had already crossed Sandy's mind. She was from Texas, and there was no doubt as to how any number of school districts in that state would have handled it. Heidi would have been sent to the vice principal's office almost immediately after the offense. There she would have been required to bend over a desk or put her hands on her knees. The vice principal would have taken down a heavy wooden paddle from a hook on the wall and would have laid on 3 to 8 swats full force that would have blistered her buttocks and reduced her to tears.

Sandy had been paddled once, and it had been no picnic. She had slipped out with some girlfriends in the middle of the day and had been caught. The punishment had been severe--detention for a week and 5 licks. That day Sandy had worn a short thin skirt that had clung to her nether curves like a second skin. How embarrassed she had been to bend over, her elbows flat on the Mr Harvey's desk. It had felt like her bottom was being offered up for some pagan sacrifice. It had been a very embarrassing and painful experience. The paddle swats had burned, a blistering fiery sensation that had lasted for hours afterwards.

And maybe a good licking would be good for Miss High and Mighty Heidi Lawson. Sandy had no doubt Heidi was a good kid, but at times she did seem a bit big for her britches. Well, as Sandy understood her principal's instructions, those britches were coming down for a dose of paddle medicine with the paddle that Kelly was bearing.

But there was one little problem here--Sandy had absolutely no experience with administering a paddling. Once she had recovered from the initial shock of Martha's call, her mind had turned to the task itself. How to do it? What position would she put Heidi in? Over the desk? Leaning over, hands on the wall? What if she refuses to stay still and take it? Should she put her across her knee and hold her down? As she thought about it, she realized that there were pro's and cons for each choice. And the number of licks--12--was a lot. The most she had ever heard about was 15 and that was some kind of urban legend. Usually it was 3 to 6 licks, and over clothing. But Martha had said something about the paddle chosen--that it was lighter. So it had to be 12--and bare.

"But you know," chuckled Sandy, "I don't have a clue as to how to actually give a paddling. I should practice on some pillows or something." Taking the paddle in her hand and swooshing it through the air she mused, "How hard to hit, that's one question. Ever get paddled Kelly?"

"Hunh? Oh, er, yes Miss Smith," Kelly admitted with a blush. "Um, in fact, I got it with that very paddle." And she told her the story of Miss Finnegan. The same tale that Martha Fleck had alluded to in their phone conversation.

"That's astounding, Kelly. I had no idea. That was very risky for her to do." What a whopper, thought Sandy. Then an idea formed. A wicked idea.

"Yes, I know," continued Kelly, oblivious to the wheels turning in Sandy Smith's mind. "But from our point of view, and there were only a few of us, we got out of detention fast, so it was worth it."

"That's quite a story, Kelly," said Sandy, nonchalantly twirling the paddle. "Who else got it?" This took Kelly aback for a moment.

"Umm, Gretchen Carlisle and Linda Manning...yeah, those two," said Kelly brightly.

"You know, Kelly, that's an interesting story..."

"Yes?" said Kelly.

"But its a lie. A whopper, Kelly." Kelly's face fell. Then she tried to recover.

"N-no, really. It happened just like I said."

"Kelly, I know Racheal. We are friends. We talk sometimes. Before I took this job she told me a little story...about a student who wanted to take a spanking instead of detention?"

"Oh! N-no," mewed Kelly. Busted!

"Should we call Gretchen and Linda? Will they back up your story?"

Kelly blushed ten shades of red and covered her face with her hands. "I-I didn't think anybody..."

"Would find out, Kelly?"

"Please don't tell. Please don't. I'm so embarrassed." Kelly hung her head.

"And you should be. Racheal's reputation has been injured. What about that?" Kelly just looked at the floor, chagrined.

Sandy continued. "But you know, Racheal is 2000 miles away, so it won't make any difference, really. I tell you what. You help me with a little project, and I'll keep your secret."

"Oh, sure, Miss Smith" said Kelly eagerly, "whatever you want. I'm glad to help."

"Good," said Sandy with a smile. "Now you know how I was saying that I had never given a paddling before, and I did not know how to do it?" Kelly nodded. "Well, you can help me gain some first hand experience." Kelly looked at her quizzically.

"You mean you want me to use the paddle on you?" said an astonished Kelly.

"Oh, no, Kelly, quite the opposite," laughed Sandy.

Kelly's mouth opened and her hands flew to her face as if a light bulb had popped on in her head. "You mean you, y-you want to paddle me? For practice?" Kelly's eyes were as wide as saucers. A delicious chill ran through her body as she grasped the import of Sandy's words. She was going to be spanked! Kelly nearly swooned. Then a panicky thought hit her. Before, it had all been fantasy. This might hurt. Suddenly she was scared.

"That's right Kelly."

"But...but, Miss Smith, I-I..." stammered Kelly. She did not know what to say.

"Kelly, seriously, you have been deceitful about this whole thing. At the very least, you truly deserve what Heidi Lawson is going to get. So let's stop dawdling. Take off your skirt. I'm going to paddle you." Sandy was in the same take charge mode now that she used on her students.

"M-my skirt?" squeaked Kelly, her hands pressed to her hindquarters unconsciously.

"I believe Mrs Fleck said the paddling was to be given on Heidi's bare bottom. Isn't that right? And that little idea was based upon your description of your spankings from Racheal Finnegan, right?"

"Yes," said Kelly with a grimace. She was trapped and she knew it. Kelly slowly unbuttoned the clip at the side of her skirt and unzipped it. The pencil thin skirt slipped to her feet, leaving her in panty hose with sheer blue bikini panties underneath.

"I think the blouse too. It would get in the way."

Blushing, Kelly took off her blouse leaving her now in a bra, panties and tights. She still wore her heels. Now Sandy took notice. Kelly was a very attractive young woman, about 5' 6" with light brown hair, big brown eyes and a curvy figure.

"Hmmm...how do I want you?" said Sandy, regarding her blushing charge and tapping the paddle in her hand. "I don't want you bent over too tightly..." Sandy knew from anatomy that bending over too tightly would expose the hip joints normally protected by the fleshy mass of the gluteus to the impact of the paddle. "Let's do this. Bend over and put your hands on your knees. Go ahead."

Kelly moved to comply. She bent over gingerly, sticking out her delectable rear end.

"Oops, almost forgot, Kelly," said Sandy gesturing, "tights and panties down, if you please. Just down to your knees will do."

"Oh, Miss Smith do I have to?" whined Kelly.

"I'm afraid you do, Kelly. Let's go now, let's bare that little bottom," said Sandy impatiently tapping the paddle in her palm.

With a groan a hotly embarrassed Kelly slid the panty hose and panties to her knees baring two white, unblemished, and quite lovely moons. Kelly was now naked from her knee hollows to her upper back. She bent over nervously, her hands touching her knees. This posture thrust her rear end back forming a prominently rounded target.

"Ok, Kelly, here it comes. Now hold still." Sandy had taken a stance to Kelly's left. She drew the paddle back and brought it down on the fleshy rump with what she thought was moderate force. Kelly jumped at the loud SMACK! and yelped. Sandy gave her another swat, SMACK!

"Ow...ow! Oh, Miss Smith, that really stings. Please not so hard!" Kelly could not believe how much it stung. SMACK! another swat landed on the lower part of her jiggling behind. "Yeeoww!" screeched Kelly and she shot upright.

"No, no, Kelly. Stay bent over. We're not nearly done yet." So that one really got to her, thought Sandy. The lower part of the buttocks, that's where to hit. Mmm, if I start low and come up like this...CRACK! The fleshy mounds wobbled.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Nooo! Miss Smith, please."

CRACK! Munber five was administered the same way. Kelly was on fire. She had never felt pain like this. When she spanked herself in her room at night with the brush, she had just made it sting a little--just enough to make the buzzing vibrator more exciting as she masturbated. She even arranged her full length mirror so she could watch. But that was nothing like the searing heat she was experiencing now.

"Ok, Kelly you can stand up and rub now." Sandy was thinking this over. Could Kelly or Heidi, anybody for that matter, maintain a position of hands on knees for 12 hard swats? She wasn't even hitting that hard. Might be time to try something else.

Sandy walked over to the dining room and dragged in a chair while Kelly hissed and rubbed her bottom. Kelly viewed the chair with apprehension.

"A-aren't we done, Miss Smith?" asked Kelly, her voice quavering.

"Oh, no Kelly, not yet. I'm afraid you've hardly had a proper paddling yet. We're going to try it like you described in your story. C'mon over here and get across my knee."

Kelly shivered at the thought of turning herself over Sandy's knee. Her behind felt red hot, but at the same time she could sense the onset of sexual arousal. She shuffled over to Sandy and lay across the attractive lap, permitting Sandy to push her forward, adjusting her so that her naked buttocks were centered directly over the sturdy thighs of the imperious gym teacher.

This might be better, thought Sandy, although it sure was intimate. She smiled to herself. She could see some feminine dew glistening in the folds of Kelly's labia. With this position she could bring the paddle down at any angle she chose.

Sandy proceeded to lay on five hard cracks of the paddle to Kelly's quivering seat. Kelly wailed and wriggled, kicking her legs back after each smack, trying to shake off the atrocious sting. Her bottom was a hot red now. Tears were starting to form. This was a good position, thought Sandy, it put Kelly's buttocks at her disposal very nicely, and with her arm clamping Kelly's back, Kelly could not evade the spanks. But she could only swing from the elbow--she couldn't get her arm into it. She had one more idea.

"Up you get Kelly. You can rub again." And she pulled Kelly to her feet. Kelly stood, mouth open, her face a mask of pain.

"Uhhh....unhh..." moaned Kelly, rubbing her flaming buttocks. "A-are we done yet?" asked Kelly hopefully.

Kelly's face fell as Sandy said, "Almost."

"Come over here to the sofa, Kelly." Sandy pushed the chair away and strode to the sofa. It was a low-backed leather sofa, very padded. "Bend over the back and stretch forward."

Kelly tearfully complied. She wasn't really crying yet, but her eyes were red and watery looking. As Kelly assumed the ignoble position fanny up, Sandy was pleased. The sofa back was low enough that Kelly's bottom cheeks were relaxed and her fanny pointed almost straight at the ceiling. This would enable Sandy to use a forehand stroke like a tennis shot and hit the undercurve of the buttocks, the sweet spot, right where she sat.

"Get ready Kelly, hold onto a pillow. And don't get out of position. If you raise up, the swat will be repeated, understand?"

"Oww...please Miss Smith, how many?"

"Until I am satisfied that we are done," said Sandy primly.

With another groan Kelly arched her body over the sofa back and gripped the seat cushion. Sandy lined up the paddle in her best tennis stance and swung in a straight arc from the shoulder. SPLAT! The paddle smacked perfectly evenly across the twin cheeks. Kelly yeowled. SPLAT! Another hard swat a little lower. Kelly howled and wriggled. SPLAT! A third hard swat right across the crowns of Kelly's buttocks.

Kelly could not believe how much this set stung. It was worse than the other two sets. Miss Smith seemed to be hitting harder, and more accurately. She blubbed for mercy. She knew she was going to cry, she just knew it. SPLAT! A searing band of agony. SPLAT! Kelly knew she could stand no more, then...nothing. It had stopped.

Kelly's butt was a deep red. She was writhing in pain, sniffling and hiccuping. Sandy knew she'd had enough.

"Ok, Kelly, all done. You can get up now."

Kelly rose, gingerly touching her scorched seat. "Oh, ow, ow. You really paddled me hard, Miss Smith. Oh, it hurts, oh," she said continuing to rub the fiery nates.

"I know, Kelly, but you deserved it now, didn't you? Anyway, now I think I've got the hang of it. You stay here, I'll get some cold cream." And Sandy headed for the bathroom in search of ointment. Sandy returned a few moments later, jar in hand, and sat on the couch. Kelly noticed she had changed into a short silk housecoat. "Why don't you just take off those panty hose altogether, Kelly?"

"Oooh, ok, Miss Smith," said Kelly still massaging her bottom, "er, how do you..."

"I think you can just stretch out over my lap, Kelly, and I'll rub this in. It will help take the sting out."

Kelly nodded and laid herself across the sturdy thighs once more. Sandy scooped a generous dollop of cold cream and smeared it over the reddened summits of Kelly's behind. Kelly sighed as the older woman began rubbing it in in soft sensuous circles. As she began to relax, Kelly became aware once again of some intensely sexual feelings rising in her consciousness. Her pussy was becoming shamelessly wet. She could not help it, but she began to writhe in response to Sandy's ministrations. It was like her fantasy, and it became more so when she felt Sandy Smith's fingers invading her womanly cleft and massaging the bud of her clitoris.

What a sweet cutie, thought Sandy. Kelly's submissiveness and vulnerability had ignited a flame in Sandy's libido. The way she had willingly presented her curvy bottom for the harsh kisses of the paddle, the intimacy of the juvenile smacking across Sandy's knee, the ripple of her fleshy moons when the paddle struck, and ah-- now the musky smell of the nectar emanating from her labia as she lay bottoms up over Sandy's knee--all of this had aroused Sandy past the point of no return.

"Oh...Miss Smith," moaned Kelly, "ohhh, don't stop." Sandy kept up the slippery manipulation of Kelly's little bud. Kelly rocked and humped in respose, her writhing becoming more pronounced as she neared orgasm. "Nnnh...unhhh...oh God!...ooo..." Kelly bucked and her whole body stiffened as a powerful climax washed over her.

When her breathing had returned to normal, Sandy turned Kelly over in her lap and kissed her, deeply, the older woman's tongue invading her soft mouth. Kelly returned the kiss ardently, her emotions inflamed with infatuation for her new friend. Sandy tenderly lifted Kelly to her feet and stood. She opened her housecoat revealing the fact that she had no panties on underneath. Kelly marvelled at the lovely thighs, the flat tummy and the womanly bush at the center of the triangle between thighs and hips. Sandy seated herself on the couch once again, gently urging Kelly to her knees. Sandy opened her legs to reveal a pussy glistening with feminine dew. Kelly did not have to be told what to do. As if she had been doing it all her life, she knelt between the legs of her pretty mentor and pressed her lips to the furry patch. As Kelly's tongue started to dart between the slippery folds, Sandy moaned in exctasy. And it was only the beginning of the weekend.