by Louise Watson
Lucy walked down the road with a spring in her step and a broad smile on her face. Under her clerical grey dress, her bottom throbbed and she could feel the material of her panties rubbing against her well-spanked skin. She was also aware of the spreading dampness in the gusset of her panties and couldn't wait to get back to the office for some private time.
Lucy James was 33 years old and a partner in a high-flying PR agency in central Leeds in England. She had never married, preferring the company of women to men, but still had the odd affair with men when the mood took her, which seemed to be less and less these days as she was just too busy at work to even contemplate taking any time off.
Arriving back at the workplace, Lucy hurried to her office, greeting her secretary as she passed and told her she was not to be disturbed for the next half hour. Closing the door to her office, she threw her bag on to her desk and made for her en-suite shower room. Locking the door behind her, she hastily pulled up her dress and pushed down her panties and tights to her ankles, and sat on the toilet as her fingers found the dampness between her legs. Her orgasm took no time at all as she was so aroused. It took her a good ten minutes before she felt strong enough to strip off her remaining clothing and step under the shower and let the warm water play over her body. After drying herself with a big white fluffy towel, she examined her spanked bottom in the mirror, admiring the colour and the evenness of the strokes of the tawse across her plump mounds. Going to a drawer, she took out fresh underwear and dressed quickly before returning to her office to face the rest of the day.
That evening at home, with a glass of Pinot Grigio in one hand, Lucy thought back to the chain of events that had led to her spanking earlier that day.
It had all started some fifteen years previously when Lucy had been an upper sixth form pupil at a private school for girls on the outskirts of Leeds. At the start of that term, a new PE Mistress had started and all the girls, including most of the sixth form, had a crush on the lady concerned. Her name was Miss Johnson. She was fairly tall at 5'7" with short blonde hair, long elegant legs that came down from the hem of the navy blue culottes she always wore, and perfect pert breasts that the girls guessed to be 36C. Miss Johnson seemed to be blissfully unaware of the excitement she caused amongst the pupils and went about her lessons as normal. She was very strict and punished any breach of the rules by taking the culprit over her knee and spanking their bare bottoms. She never used any implement, just her hand, and as those who had been across her knee could testify, her hand was as hard as any hairbrush or paddle. Lucy, of course, was one of the girls with a huge crush on Miss Johnson, and she was planning to get close to her heroine by earning a spanking.
Like many girls of that era, Lucy was no stranger to corporal punishment, having been spanked by her mother, aunts and teachers since the age of five. Lucy took her spankings well, and her mother often commented that she was a joy to spank as she never fought or tried to disobey her instructions and simply submitted to her spanking. Of course, she squirmed, wriggled, kicked and howled as she was being spanked, which was par for the course, but never once did she try and cover her bottom or try and interfere with her spankings in any way. To Lucy's mind, spanking was a punishment and it was best to get it over with as quickly as possible so life could return to normal. Unlike some girls, she got no sexual thrill when she was spanked, and indeed, never knew anyone who did, at least not then.
One day during her PE class Lucy, who was not very good at any sports and disliked PE intensely, simply decided not to try her best and so as the class progressed, she took less and less part in the proceedings. Of course Miss Johnson noticed Lucy's attempt at dodging some of the exercises she had set and, just before the end of the class, she pounced.
"James," she shouted across the gym, "come to my office as soon as I dismiss the class."
Startled, Lucy looked across at Miss Johnson, blushed hotly, and then answered, "Yes Miss."
"You're for it now," whispered her best friend Amy, glancing across the gym to make sure she wasn't observed talking to Lucy.
"Yes I know," whispered Lucy in reply, "and not only that but Mum will spank me when I get home too. You know the rule in our house - spanked at school then spanked at home."
"Me too," retorted Amy. "Watch out, she's coming over." Amy went back to doing handstands while Lucy held her legs once she had gotten into position.
"Were you talking, Wilks?" came the question from the imposing figure before them.
"No Miss, well yes Miss, but only to ask Lucy to make sure she caught me when I did my next handstand."
"Is that true, James?"
"Yes Miss," Lucy replied looking innocently at her teacher. Miss Johnson looked at them for what seemed like hours, but in fact was no longer than about fifteen seconds, before turning on her heel and heading for the centre of the gym.
A minute or two later, Miss Johnson blew her whistle to signal the end of the class and all the girls trooped towards the changing rooms, with the exception of Lucy, who followed Miss Johnson to her office. Her legs were shaking and her stomach was turning somersaults as she followed the PE mistress into her office and closed the door behind her.
Lucy stood there, dressed in her navy blue PE knickers, white vest and sports bra, white ankle socks and black plimsolls. She was shaking with nerves and badly wanted to say something, even if it was only an apology for not trying in class. Sensibly, she managed to hold her tongue, as she knew anything she said would be held against her.
Turning towards the nervous girl, Miss Johnson said, "Would you like to tell me what you were playing at in class just now?"
"I... I-I wasn't feeling too well Miss," stammered Lucy.
"Indeed," came the barked reply. "Why didn't you come and ask to be excused then?"
"I d-didn't want to let Amy down, Miss. I was her partner today."
Miss Johnson stared at her for a few seconds before continuing. "I think you are lying to me James, and to make sure I'm right I'm going to spank you until you confess that you were just being a lazy girl. Well, do you have anything else to say?"
"N-n-no Miss," wailed Lucy, tears starting to course down her pretty face.
"Did you just lie to me or not?"
"Yes Miss, I did lie to you," Lucy whispered.
Miss Johnson looked at the eighteen year old girl long and hard before saying, "Thank you for being honest with me. Now remove your PE knickers and place them on my desk."
Lucy did as she was told and placed her gym knickers on Miss Johnson's desk. Her hands fluttered by her side, desperately wanting to cover the bush of light brown pubic hair covering her most intimate parts but knew that would earn her a rebuke from her teacher.
"Hands on your head girl," came the command.
Lucy obediently placed her hands on her head as her blushes started from her neck and worked their way up to the roots of her hair.
Miss Johnson sat down on the armless chair, pulling her culottes up and smoothing them down. "Over my knee now," she commanded, as Lucy draped herself into the all familiar position with her hands on the floor and her bare bottom pointing right up at Miss Johnson. "I will not have any girl not trying in my class. Is that clearly understood, Lucy?"
"Yes Miss," Lucy muttered, wishing she would just get on with it.
"I intend to teach you a lesson that sloth doesn't pay, and I hope that you will take this lesson to heart."
Before she could reply, Miss Johnson smacked her right cheek, causing Lucy to squirm and squeak at the sting it imparted. Almost before the first smack had registered in Lucy's brain, the next one arrived on her left cheek causing the exact same reaction. Miss Johnson picked up the pace and before long Lucy's squeaks had turned into squeals of pain and her squirming and kicking were reaching epic proportions.
Through all the pain, Lucy's brain registered the fact that she was getting a tingly feeling between her legs and she could feel her wetness spreading to her vaginal lips. Her hips were grinding on Miss Johnson's thigh and she knew that if the spanking didn't stop soon, she would totally disgrace herself by orgasming. Just in time, the last smack landed on Lucy's poor reddened bottom and her ascent towards orgasm was halted at that point. Sobbing in pain and relief, Lucy was allowed to remain across Miss Johnson's knee for the next few minutes before being helped up and told to go to the changing room for a shower.
Scampering away, with her gym knickers clutched in her hand, Lucy made it to the safety of the now-deserted showers and turned on the water. As the hot water hit her body, she gasped before opening her legs and allowing her fingers to finish the job that had started while she was being spanked.
On arriving home, Lucy's mother was waiting for her at the door, with a face like thunder.
"Oh! Bugger," Lucy muttered to herself. "Looks like the bad news has got here before me."
"Get inside this instant," her mother shouted at her, holding the door open and beckoning inside. As Lucy passed, her mother laid two hefty smacks on her daughter's thighs causing her to jump and squeal. Lucy hurried past and into the living room as her mother shut the door and followed her.
"Now why did you get spanked after gym class today?" asked Mother in a voice Lucy hardly recognised.
"Miss Johnson said I wasn't trying, Mum," Lucy whispered.
"Well, were you?"
"No Mum, I wasn't."
"I really should take my hairbrush to you, Lucy. You know the rules, don't you?"
"Yes Mum."
"But as you were honest with me I'll let you off this time. Turn around, raise your skirt and lower your knickers and let me see your bottom."
Sighing, Lucy turned around and showed her mother her well-spanked bottom.
"Well that seems to have been quite a spanking."
"It was Mum, it really was."
"You may go to your room and get changed, but if you ever get spanked by Miss Johnson again, then you can count on getting a repeat performance when you get home. I hope that is clearly understood, young lady?"
"Perfectly Mum," muttered Lucy heading for her room, glad to get away from her mother's ire with only a scolding.
In the privacy of her own room, Lucy lay on her tummy on the bed and replayed the events of the afternoon as her fingers worked on her clitoris and the wet lips of her labia until she reached a stunning climax that made her whole body go rigid. She had long since buried her head into her pillow, so that the screams that came with her climax weren't heard by her mother downstairs.
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