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Miss Anderson had to admit that she was tense as she walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. Miss Anderson was thirty-eight, and a teacher at the local sixth form college for girls. She reckoned that she was a popular teacher and none of the girls seemed to mind that she was so strict. What Miss Anderson knew about herself was that, whilst she put on a facade of being strict, she actually had fantasies of submitting to school corporal punishment type discipline specifically being caned like a naughty school girl. That was why she often looked at the website, tryschoolcaningpunishmentormore, which had private adverts for those wanting to match up with others to experience their fantasy. She knew that lots of the people on the site fantasised about being the one disciplining others with the cane and she wanted to match up with one of those. That was why she was here today as she had contacted a woman who lived just a couple of miles away and who was happy to give her the cane. It was agreed that it wouldn’t be quite like school discipline. The lady, Miss Hoskins, said that she had a caning bench and the person receiving the punishment would be secured to it. There were leather cuffs to secure her wrists and ankles and leather straps to secure her thighs. That would secure her in position and prevent any resistance once the caning started. Miss Anderson, Karen, actually liked that idea because she would prefer to hand full control over to the woman caning her, even without a safe word, because she reckoned that she might otherwise bottle it and so not experience a really hard caning. Karen had been told to wear a vest top, shorts, a bra, and knickers, but leaving her legs bare. She happily dressed like that and felt comfortable knowing the shorts and knickers would easily be yanked down so she could be caned on her bare bottom. She felt anxious but was ready to face Miss Hoskins and the discipline she knew she wanted to experience. What Karen also liked about tryschoolcaningpunishmentormore was that it was also a dating site for those interested in a caning punishment relationship. You could choose ‘same sex’ or ‘opposite sex’ in your partner, and Karen went for female as she had lesbian leanings. The meetings were not for money, the idea being that you would meet and have a long-term relationship which could then include discipline. Karen wasn’t expecting that today, but just wanted to experience a really hard caning. The front door opened almost immediately, and Karen saw Miss Hoskins who looked to her to be about twenty. She hadn’t inquired about age in their exchanges, but at that moment liked the idea of being caned by a woman several years younger than herself. She even thought how this would Ataşehir Escort be like being caned by one of her students, which she had fantasised about happening many a time. Karen was invited in with a smile and, “Come in, Karen. I am Miss Jones and will set things up for Miss Hoskins to then come in and deal with you. Treat me as though I’m the headmistress’ secretary.” Karen now wondered how old the actual Miss Hoskins was but didn’t see a problem with being welcomed by someone else. She followed Miss Jones into what must have been one of the bedrooms, but she immediately saw the caning bench. She had seen ones just like it on websites, so she would kneel on the lower level, and her bottom would be perched on the higher level which dropped down slightly so her bottom would be raised and well presented to be caned. She also saw all of the leather cuffs and straps that would secure her to the bench and felt excited and tense at the same time, which were two feelings she felt went well together. Miss Jones said, “Take a seat, Karen, and I’ll bring you a selection of canes and you can choose which one you want to have used on you.” Karen rather liked that idea and sat down on the chair quite close to the caning bench. She watched as Miss Jones opened the cupboard and took out three canes, two straight ones and one that was hook-ended. As soon as they were handed to her, she picked up the hook-ended cane which she knew to be a senior cane and likely to hurt the most. She swished it down onto the palm of her hand a couple of times, then looked up and said, “I’ll have this one, please, Miss Jones.” Miss Jones smiled and said, “A very good choice. A real stinger is this one.” After putting the other two canes away Miss Jones looked at Karen and said, “Right, let’s get you secured in place. Please stand at the end of the bench, remove your shorts and knickers, and then get up onto the bench.” This was it, Karen told herself and she stood at the end of the caning bench, pushed her shorts and knickers down to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and gave them to Miss Jones who had held her hand out ready to take them. Karen then knelt on the lower level of the bench and leaned forward onto the higher level, stretching her arms forward and resting them by the leather cuffs. She made sure that her legs were apart so that her ankles were by the ankle cuffs. She then lay there as Miss Jones secured first of all both wrists, then both ankles, and then secured the leather straps around her thighs. After that, she did pull slightly on the wrist cuffs and could tell that she was properly secured in place, just as she wanted to be. Finally, and perhaps a little unexpectedly, Ataşehir Escort Bayan Miss Jones placed a mouth gag over Karen’s mouth, and said, “We do have neighbours and we don’t want them alerted by your yelps after each stroke. This just makes sure.” Karen supposed she could understand that because it was a residential area. Miss Jones then announced, “I will fetch Miss Hoskins.” When Karen was in the room by herself, she thought over how pleasantly this had been done. Miss Jones was very nice about how she let her choose the cane and how she directed her to the bench and secured her in place. She hoped that Miss Hoskins would be as nice, although also resolute in giving her the very hard caning that she had asked for in their exchanges. Karen heard the door open again and managed to turn her head so she could see Miss Hoskins. She was shocked, though, because the person who walked in was Amy Roberts, a girl who was in her class until last week when the term ended and she had left to go to uni. Karen tried to say, ‘No,’ but as she had the mouth gag on only grunts came out. Amy spoke over the sound of the grunts and said, in an authoritative tone, “It’s okay, Karen, I saw it was you from the window, although knew that you couldn’t see me. I doubt you would have come in if you had seen me and you would most likely have left if you saw me before being secured to the bench. However, you are still my favourite teacher and whilst you were very strict with us, I was pretty sure the reality was the opposite. So, now you are here and secured in place at least you will get the experience that you so clearly want.” What Amy didn’t add was that she was excited to find her ex-teacher here and on her caning bench, because she had a crush on her when at college and so to have her here today was almost a dream, but better, of course, because it was real. In fact, maybe it was even their first date, she thought. Karen was still grunting through the face mask, and so Amy took what she felt was the right action to calm her down. She started to rain very heavy smacks with her hand on Karen’s bottom saying between each smack, “Stop being a naughty girl and take the punishment you are here to have.” It did calm Karen down and she reminded herself that she was a submissive and had always loved Amy’s “Do as I say or else,” tone of voice at college, and often pictured herself being spanked by her. She never thought it would happen, but here she was. She had told herself that being only a couple of miles from where she lived there was an outside chance that she might know Miss Hoskins but that it was a risk worth taking. Well, she did know Miss Hoskins, or rather Miss Roberts, and there was Escort Ataşehir nothing to be gained from running away. So, she would take it on the chin, or rather her bare bottom, and reconciled herself to the fact that she had now already had her bare bottom spanked several times by an ex-student who would now cane her really hard. Those thoughts and the very hard spanks calmed her down, even thinking how another fantasy that would become a reality was to be caned by a student of hers, and Amy had been until just a few days ago. So, becoming the true submissive again, she stopped grunting even as the spanks continued. Amy saw that Karen had calmed down and stopped grunting. She did wonder whether Karen had stopped because she had smacked her bottom so hard, or because she had realised she was going to get what she wanted. Either way, Amy stopped smacking Karen’s bottom, said, “Good girl,” as though Karen was the naughty schoolgirl, and went and picked up the cane. When Amy returned with the cane, she rubbed it from side to side across Karen’s bottom, then said, “Just to be clear, Karen, we agreed that I would give you a really hard caning and you will trust me to cane you without a safe word.” Karen was now more relaxed and grunted as she nodded her head in agreement. Amy was now in dominatrix mode and said sternly, “I know you asked for the cane, but I am in charge here and I have decided you need several more spanks with my hand for disagreeing with me before.” She then proceeded to land more very hard spanks on Karen’s bottom with her hand and enjoyed Karen’s grunts, this time because her bottom would be stinging so that was okay. Karen suffered the flow of spanks and couldn’t help herself grunting. As the spanks continued Karen even thought of Miss Hoskins as a very strict teacher rather than an ex-student, or maybe a class captain who had the authority to deal with teachers who were below par. So, yes, another fantasy becoming a reality. She also felt that control was now fully transferred, away from her, and to Miss Hoskins.” Satisfied with the spanking that she had given, Amy once again rubbed the cane from side to side across Karen’s bare bottom knowing that she was able to give a very hard caning. Karen wasn’t the first person she had caned as there was a whole group of girls and boys, men and women, who met for spanking parties, and Amy was a regular choice by a whole range of submissives. That was when she decided to purchase the caning bench and while she had said in the email to Karen that she was looking for volunteers to help her learn how to cane hard, that was a lie because she had plenty of volunteers already. One regular volunteer was Lisa Jones, her assistant today, who happily took sixty or even seventy-two strokes of the cane at any one time. Amy then rubbed the cane across Karen’s bottom several times, which certainly showed Karen who was in charge. Amy also loved to savour the sight of the uncaned bottom compared to later when it would have all those welts painted across both cheeks.
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