Parents' weekend at Greenwich Academy is always a chaotic experience. Parents and their daughters mill about the campus, in the dorm rooms and the recreation areas. While there are formal activities designed to give the them an idea of the school life, parents usually try to see faculty members to inquire about the progress being made by their darlings.

To avoid this kind of confrontation, Richard Hazel, assistant to the headmistress of Greenwich, and the school disciplinarian, spent Saturday afternoon in his private study marking papers. This was not the office which he generally occupied, but the room used for punishment. Of course, there were no discipline sessions scheduled which give Richard a free afternoon. At least until a knock on the door intruded on his solitude.

With a sigh, he went to the door and, opening it, stood staring at the lovely woman in the doorway. Richard's visitor had the face and figure of a fashion magazine cover. Her beautiful blond hair, blue eyes and the hint of firm and ample breasts under the jacket of her elegant suit caused him to pause as if paralyzed.

She smiled at his discomforture. "May I come in," she said, "I'm Evelyn Colewell."

Richard stammered an unintelligible response, but he backed away from the door and waved her in. He directed her to a chair, watching her exquisite legs moving under the short skirt of the suit. "Please do. Won't you sit down."

As she entered the room, he realized that she had a teenage girl in tow, obviously her daughter. Of course, Richard thought, Lynne Colewell, a 14 year old and something of a smart aleck, according to the other teachers. Richard had not been called upon to punish the girl as yet, but her continued misbehavior had been brought to his attention and he certainly expected to see her very soon.

"You know my daughter Lynne, I believe," she continued. "We're sorry to intrude but Ms. Henderson told me you were the one to see."

Richard had to pull himself together to keep from staring again. The lady had to be in her 40s, but she looked 25. He glanced at the daughter who was a smaller version of her mother but without her parent's charm and graciousness. The girl had not come here willingly and was grumbling and muttering under her breath.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Colewell," he said finally.

"You may be aware that my daughter has not impressed her teachers with her good manners. I understand from my discussion with the headmistress that Lynne is very likely to be sent to you for discipline.

"That is true. She is probably going to be on the next list." Richard wondered if Mrs. Colewell was fully aware of the nature of the punishment administered at Greenwich Academy. From the look on Lynne's face, it was obvious that the teenager knew what to expect.

"I became quite upset," Mrs. Colewell continued, "when I discovered this while I was putting some sweaters in her dresser drawer." Opening her purse, Mrs. Colewell drew out a pack of cigarettes nearly empty but with about 8 or ten remaining. "Am I correct in assuming that smoking is against the rules"?

Before Richard could respond, Lynne became agitated. "Oh, you bitch, why can't you mind your own business," she snapped.

Ignoring her, Richard addressed his lovely visitor. "Yes, that is a serious infraction."

"So Ms. Henderson indicated when I mentioned it. Frankly, Mr. Hazel, I am not pleased with Lynne's attitude and I believe she requires immediate correction. That is why I brought her here. I want her punished right now."

Noting Richard's hesitation, Mrs. Colewell continued. "I realize that we are talking about a spanking, Mr. Hazel. It is something that Lynne has needed for some time, but it is beyond my ability and her father,...well, we're divorced, so I have been raising her by myself."

"Very well, Mrs. Colewell, we'll begin right now."

Reaching into his desk, Richard extracted a wooden paddle, slightly larger than a table tennis racquet, through which several holes had been drilled. He moved toward the teenager and led her to a chair a few feet from the one in which her mother was sitting

The topic of the discussion and the sight of the paddle had increased Lynne's apprehension. "Oh....please....no....... Mother...," she shrieked as Richard seated himself and pulled the terrified girl over his lap. Lynne was dressed in the school uniform so that her regulation jumper skirt rode up above her hips as he adusted her position across his knees, exposing her ample bottom filling the white cotton panties which Greenwich girls were required to wear. Holding her skirt well above her waist, Richard applied pressure to the small of Lynne's back to hold the squirming girl in place. He paused as he contemplated the wiggling backside still covered by the panties.

Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her delightful and amused smile. "Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Hazel," she said, "go ahead and lower her panties."

Richard smiled in return and pulled the teenagers brief panties to a point below her knees baring her well formed twin mounds and shapely thighs. Lynne squeezed her cheeks together as much in an effort to reduce the exposure of her nearly mature feminine cleft as in anticipation of the dreaded punishment. The girl had stopped protesting and began to whine softly as she awaited the spanking.

Lynne did not have to wait very long. Within a few moments, the paddle was rapidly spanking the resiliant bottom-cheeks, each smack landing with a loud report on the soft female flesh. The wriggling teenager began to shriek with pain as she felt the fiery sting. "Ouch.....oooh. ow........agh...... .please..no...don't."

Richard looked up for a moment as he paused to inspect the reddening backside bouncing on his lap. Lynne was waving her legs wildly in the air, no longer concerned about displaying the furry cleft and soft pussy lips each time her thighs parted in her effort to avoid the punishing strokes. Mrs. Colewell sat as if fascinated by the scene. Her legs were tightly crossed with a hint of white thigh above her stocking tops. Her face was flushed and her nostrils flared with excitement.

Returning to the bare bottom lying on his lap, Richard applied himself to the punishment of the bare bottom lying on his lap. Lynne was crying loudly as the continued sting and humiliation of the spanking broke down her reserve. "Oh.. help,this is awful.........Yeow........I'll be good...... Ouch.........oh.........please."

When He was satisfied with the red hue of the tormented girl's bottom cheeks, Richard helped her to her feet. Tearfully, Lynne hopped from side to side as she rubbed at the pain in her bottom, oblivious to the soft curly tufts of her pubic mound which she was now revealing. Her panties remained around her ankles for several minutes as she massaged her hot posterior. Then, sniffling into a tissue supplied by her mother, the teenager stepped out of her panties and stuffed them into hand.

"You can probably go back to your room now, Lynne, if it's all right with Mr. Hazel. I will be along later to say goodbye before I leave the school"

Richard nodded and the girl, now somewhat calmer, looked at Richard then at her mother. Smiling briefly, she left the room still carrying her panties in her hand.

When Lynne had closed the door behind her, Mrs. Colewell walked over to Richard who was still seated. Putting her arm on his, she smiled warmly. "Thank you very much. I'm sure Lynne will benefit from that."

Richard, feeling himself like a schoolboy in the presence of this elegant and beautiful woman, stammered a response, hoping that Mrs. Colewell would not notice the erection bulging in his pants. She continued to speak, softly and, Richard thought, in musical tones. "Richard, you must call me Evelyn, please. I do hope we will be friends."

"Certainly," he said. "Evelyn, I'm sure that your daughter has learned a lesson and will improve her behavior. Have you had much trouble with her."?

"No, actually, just recently. Since her father and I divorced. I believe she blames me for the difficulty, but we married very young. He was the first man who...well, you know what I mean. Anyway, Lynne's respect for me diminished and I allowed her to get away with it. I have even continued to spoil her hoping that would restore our relationship. I guess I messed things up out of a sense of guilt."

"A child needs a firm hand in a situation like that," said Richard. "That's particularly true of adolescent females."

Evelyn laughed. "What about their mothers. Don't you think they need a firm hand as well. I think I have been as bitchy as Lynne these last few months. Perhaps I need a spanking myself."

"Well," Richard quipped, "you've certainly come to the right place. That's what I do here."

"Very well," said Evelyn huskily, "let's get it over with, please."

Evelyn removed her jacket exposing perfect breasts, jutting outward without support, their nipples already hardened. She folded the jacket and placed it over a chair. Then, unzipping and stepping out of her skirt, she stood in front of Richard wearing only a garter belt and bikini panties. Her long legs were encased in sheer stockings held up by the garters and ended in a pair of high-heeled shoes which contributed to the erotic effect. "Shall I get across your knee?" she asked, whispering softly.

Richard was too excited to reply. Instead he guided the Evelyn's lovely frame into spanking position and lowered the panties to a point well below the curve of her unblemished twin mounds. Their dampness confirmed her arousal as did the moist pubic hair surrounding her delicate pussy lips, visible between the lady's shapely thighs. With a gasp of appreciation, he ran his hand over the smooth bottom cheeks. "This ass is almost too good to spank."

She giggled, looking back at him from her humiliating posture. "Go ahead and spank it anyway."

Richard began the spanking slowly, applying the paddle smartly to the firm cheeks and alternating the smacks so as to impart a uniform glow the the area. Then he applied a flurry of strokes, each leaving its stinging mark on the punishment place.

"Oooch............yeow." Evelyn emitted a yelp of pain after each smack but, unlike her daughter, seemed to be deriving more satisfaction that distress from the chastisement. She kicked her feet in the air wildly and ground her hips into his lap as she squeezed her thighs together.

By the time Evelyn's bottom had taken on a satisfactory shade of red, this friction was certainly contributing to the hardness in Richard's cock. He felt that he was suffering nearly as much as the spanked woman lying on it. Concerned that he might embarrass himself by cumming in his pants, Richard ended the spanking and helped Evelyn to her feet. She smiled, rubbing her bottom sensually for a few moments. Then, she leaned over and kissed him fervently.

Pulling him to a standing position, Evelyn knelt before him, unzipped his slacks and released the stiff and tormented tool. Richard breathed a sigh of relief which turned into a cry of delight as she began to minister to his maleness with her lips and tongue.

"You must have an awful time, spanking those young, sweet bottoms," she murmured. But Richard's reply was lost in his loud moan as her mouth enveloped him.