Part 7

Mona told me about her long-time friend, Elaine. Two had been neighbors for years but recently Mona had moved for work and ended up as my neighbor. The two were still in-touch via texting and FaceTime plus they tried to connect in-person a couple of times a year. Mona admitted that she had shared with Elaine details of our spanking play and I assumed she included the post-spanking hijinks, too. I was tempted to base a punishment on revealing this to a third individual without my consent but she distracted me with some even more compelling news - Elaine was coming to visit the next day and had asked Mona if she could be included in some play and had even suggested an academic discipline scene. I replied with a few preparatory details and waited for the fun to begin.

The two came over the next evening dressed for their parts. I had outlined the situation as Mona being a teacher bringing a misbehaving student - Elaine - to my office. Both were clad in blouses and skirts. Mona had her hair up and wore glasses - a prop that I’d not seen before. She also had a bag that I suspected contained her hairbrush. Elaine clutched a binder to her chest, perfectly giving off the vibe of a nervous, perhaps shy, schoolgirl who knows she has broken the rules and something uncomfortable is imminent. I led them into my home office where I had positioned two straightback kitchen chairs for ‘visitors’. I offered them to take a seat and rounded the desk to my own chair.

“Elaine,” I began, “I hear you have been disruptive in class.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, playing along and giving me a sly smile. “I’m really sorry.”

“I expect you are sorry,” I countered. “You know how we deal with misbehavior at this school, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Spanking,” she replied.

“You are correct,” I continued and then turned to Mona, “Miss Cummings, this is the sort of discipline that I expect you to conduct in your own classroom and not bring to my office. I will demonstrate an appropriate punishment and then have you give it a try yourself. After that, we’ll deal with the issue of bringing such a routine matter to my office rather than handle it yourself. Understood?” Both women had giggled at my pre-arranged moniker for the teacher and then nodded to my question.

“Ok. Both of you please stand.” The women obeyed and Elaine’s eyes grew wide as I retrieved my school paddle from a drawer. “Young lady, today you’re merely due a spanking but any future visits to my office will involve this paddle and your bare bottom. Understood?” Elaine views the paddle with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. I laid the paddle on my desktop and moved around the desk, then turned a chair to face the center of the room and took a seat in it. “Over my knee, young lady,” I ordered. Elaine actually seemed eager to begin and was quickly over my lap. I lifted her skirt and began to pull her panties off her round bottom.

“Please, sir! Not on the bare,” she whined playfully and tried to grab hold over her underwear.

“Young lady, take your hand away. All punishments at this school are applied to student’s bare bottom. Try and block me again and we’ll dispense with the spanking and go right to the paddle.” She let go and I pulled her panties to mid-thigh. I began to spank and at first she was quiet but gradually she began to vocalize softly. Likewise, her legs were still and together at first but then moved more and I was not sure if parting her legs more was a response to the sting or an attempt to distract me with the sight of her girl parts. I paused when her cheeks were sufficiently pink and prompted her to stand. “Miss Cummings, I now want to see you discipline your student. Remember this kind of behavior should be dealt with in the classroom. Seeing a classmate have their bare fanny spanked is an effective deterrent.”

“Yes, sir,” Mona replied, taking a seat in the chair and extracting her hairbrush from the bag. “Over my knee, young lady.” Elaine smiled and went willingly over her friend’s knee. Mona lifted the skirt again and began to smack Elaine’s pink bottom with the brush. I retrieve Elaine’s panties from across the office where they had been kicked and placed them on my desk. Watching a live spanking was a special treat - I could see the action of the swats themselves but also move to other angles to see the look on the face of the recipient - as well as the spanker. Mona paused when Elaine’s bottom was thoroughly reddened. “Are you going to misbehavior in my class again?”

“No, ma’am,” Elaine answered still jovial.

“I hope not,” Mona replied and gave her friends right sit spot five hard whacks and then another volley on the left. Mona released her friend and Elaine jumped to her feet attempting to rub the sting out.

“Now, Miss Cummings, it is time to deal with your lack of determination to handle this matter in your classroom,” I scolded, picking up the paddle. “Bend over the desk and bare your bottom.” This development was a surprise to Mona but she responded perfectly, positioning herself and slowing pulling up her skirt and pealing off her panties. She provocatively widened her stance and I tapped the paddle against her full ass. “You have six coming. Count them!” I ordered and gave her a hard swat.

“One!” she groaned. I looked back at Elaine hungrily watching her friend’s bottom get paddled while she rubbed her own sore bottom. Six swats left a very red swath across each of Mona’s cheek. Mona looked back at me with a sly smile and gingerly pulled her panties over her sore cheeks.

“I’ve changed my mind,” I said turning to Elaine. “A half-dozen swats with the paddle would do you good.”

“Could I perhaps buy that down to only two or three?” she asked with a salaciously grin.

“Hmm,” I pondered the question and turned to Mona and chided, “So you have told her about that!” She shrugged and I added, “Perhaps any swats that Elaine is forgiven should be transferred to you instead?” Mona raised her eyebrows suggestively and again assumed the position for paddling. I gave her three quick swats and then turned to Elaine, “Ok, then, young lady, persuade me to reduce your sentence.” She sank to her knees and slowly undid my belt, button and zipper while maintaining eye contact. She took me in her mouth aggressively and quickly brought me nearly to fruition. She paused and unbuttoned blouse and released the front fastener of her bra. She resumed her oral stimulus and I was soon at the precipice of release. She felt me tense and accepted the first, generous spurt into her mouth before pulling back and allowing the following streams to fall onto her breasts. My knees were weak and happened to look at Mona who was watching intently, perhaps a bit enviously.

Afterwards, we shared some wine and talked about the next chapter for our play together.