Kate suggested they come to the next session as sibling high school students. Kate would be the vice-principal of the school and she would reveal their offense upon arrival.

“Brother and sister,” Clay answered.

“Yep. Plays into a broader narrative,” Kate replied. She figured the notion might create a bit tension for the two since she suspected the two had engaged in acts that between siblings might be considered incest.

The two arrived in fairly typical teen wear - jeans and t-shirts. Kate had them sit in her visitor chairs and began to scold, finally disclosing the pretext, “You two know this is a closed campus. There is no coming or going during the school day without notice from your parent, right?”

“Yes, miss,” Dana answered.

“School policy dictates my response,” Kate declared. “Fifty strokes and a note home that needs to be signed by your parent and returned tomorrow or you’re due another fifty.” Both Clay and Dana looked a bit surprised a the severity of the sentence but knew better than to question the decree. “Ok, mister, you’ll be first,” Kate announced picking up a yard stick that lay on the credenza behind her desk. “Bend over the desk,” she added. The two had risen when she did and the moved the chairs away for a free zone to swing the wooden slat. Unlike typical flimsy rulers and yardsticks now prevalent, this item was likely an antique, made of hard wood and nearly unbreakable. Clay bent over the desk and Kate clucked her tongue. “I’m sure you’re aware that any punishment from me is applied to a bare behind. You better remedy that problem quickly or I’ll add another twenty five,” Kate threatened. Clay hurriedly undid his pants and presented his bare cheeks as Kate’s target. She tapped the yardstick against his ass and instructed Dana, “The observer will count!”

Kate began the punishment with fairly hard strikes at a cadence of about one hit per second. As Dana was counting she could not stop thinking about how she was going to react to the fast, hard and lengthy punishment she saw her friend absorbing. Finally, Dana uttered, ‘Fifty!” and Kate paused. She and Clay were both a bit breathless - but for very different reasons.

“Ok, missy. Your turn,” Kate declared. Quickly the roles were reversed and it was Dana’s round cheeks that were absorbing the stinging impacts of the stick. She grit her teeth and willed herself to endure the entire sequence that left her ass feeling as though she had sat on a red-hot stove. She gingerly pulled her panties and jeans over her seared cheek, knowing that as soon as possible she would be peeling them off again for some post-spanking hijinks with her ‘brother’.