Penny attended Parents’ Night at Yvonne N. Anders School for girls with a specific goal in mind, and it had nothing to do with her daughter’s classes. The school principal, a descendant of the school’s namesake, had captured her attention at last year’s School Advisory Committee meeting near the end of the school year.

“Well, that covers all the listed agenda items for this school year, but there is one more item I have to share with you,” Miss Anders started. “I’m sure you know that our discipline policy permits corporal punishment. That practice goes back to my great-grandmother’s days, the founder of the Y.N.A.S. school, though it’s rarely used today. At the last meeting of the trustees, it was decided to forego that practice in favor of ‘modern’ methods,” she said, her distaste for such methods obvious in her tone.

“For the coming school year, our discipline policy will no longer include any form of physical punishment.”

You could tell she wanted to express her opinion on what she viewed as a mistake, but she’d been the lone vote to retain the practice, and the trustees had been clear that showing any lack of support could have consequences. She sorely regretted her mother’s decision to turn control of the school over to outsiders, but she was only a teacher then, whose opinion didn’t count for much.

Penny wasn’t surprised by the few attending parents’ stone-faced reaction. None had the history she’d had with the school, having attended it herself until college. Miss Anders had even been a teacher of hers, of whom she had fond memories. After the meeting, she’d wanted to speak to Miss Anders and express her support for the old policies, but the principal took a call on her cell and walked away from the group.

Parent’s Night gave her another chance, and she actively looked for her in the halls as she followed her daughter’s schedule from class to class. She paid scant attention to the teachers’ presentations, knowing her overachieving daughter would handle it all on her own quite well, so she focused on finding Miss Anders.

She’d been through all but one period when she spotted the woman standing in the cafeteria talking to some parents, with a distinctly disinterested look. She waited for the conversation to wrap up and for the brown-nosing mothers to leave.

“Hello, Miss Anders!”

“Hello, Mrs. … Nichols,” she replied, checking her name tag. “Are you enjoying the presentations?”

“To a point. And it’s Miss, now,” she paused, wondering if a memory might be triggered. “My daughter’s in the eighth grade, and she handles herself well enough that she doesn’t need my help,” Penny explained.

“Yes, I thought you looked familiar! Well, thank you for your continued support of our school. It doesn’t happen as much as it used to.”

“I don’t know if you remember me, but I was a student here myself!” she declared proudly. The principal feigned interest. “I’m just curious. Are you expecting more behavior problems this year without the threat of corporal punishment?”

That got her attention, and she turned to see if this parent would also gloat over that decision. She wasn’t looking forward to this year because of it, but hated the self-righteous reaction of indulgent parents even more. Penny’s phrasing of her question and being an alumnus made her wonder if she might have a supporter.

“You were at the SAC meeting last year, weren’t you?” she asked, getting a nodding response. “We so rarely exercised that option, but even a couple of good spankings a year was enough to keep the spoiled brats on their toes!” she said with a surprisingly honest tone.

“I know it kept me in line when I was a student,” Penny started, but added a suggestive, “Usually.”

Miss Anders looked her up and down with more interest, wondering if she was the Miss Nichols, suddenly taking note of Penny’s tight red top and short plaid skirt.

“Miss Nichols? Are you, Penny?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Penny replied, showing her the respect she’d expect from a student.

“I remember you from my math class!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she replied, looking up into the tall woman’s eyes.

“Well, it’s good to know at least one parent believes this policy change is a mistake,” she started, but Penny could see the returning memory written on the woman’s face. “I spanked you, didn’t I?” she asked, knowing full well that she had.

“Yes, Ma’am. When I was a senior. I’d just turned eighteen and would graduate in a couple of months,” she confessed.

“Yes. I remember. It was in front of the class.”

“Yes, Ma’am. You’d warned me to stop whispering with my friends. I was so scared I was shaking when you moved that chair in front and called me up. You made quite an impression on the rest of the class, even though it was only on my panties.”

Miss Anders smiled broadly, the whole memory fresh in her mind, and combined with Penny’s overt interest, she wondered about Penny’s motives.

“But that wasn’t the only time!” she stated, noting Penny’s downcast look. “The next time was after school and on your bare bottom, wasn’t it?” She knew the answer but wanted to see how Penny would reply.

“Yes, Ma’am. It really hurt, but I learned something that day.”

“And what was that?”

Penny paused, looking into the woman’s eyes, hoping there might be a repeat performance if she confessed her interest. That was her goal tonight, and it seemed within reach, but she was afraid she might fail if she was too obvious about it.

“I learned that I need that discipline to keep my mind on my work and goals. I could use some of that direction even now.”

“Is that right?” the woman replied with the look of a predator eyeing its prey.

“Yes. Even tonight. I haven’t been paying attention to the teacher’s presentations. I’m afraid my mind wanders a lot, but I learned something else as well,” she paused, but the woman’s face suggested she continue. “I learned that I like … I like getting spanked.”

“I suspected as much. That second time after school was barely a week after the first, and I wondered whether you’d goaded me into it!”

“Yes, Ma’am. You spanked me one more time, but unfortunately, it was near the end of my days here. If you’ll excuse my impudence, Ma’am, that last time it almost seemed as if you enjoyed it.”

“I never enjoyed punishing a student,” she replied adamantly, “but would you like to find out whether I’d enjoy it now or not?” she said with that same predatory smile.

“Oh my! Yes, Ma’am! Very much!”

“That is a rather short skirt, young lady. Hardly meeting our standards! As I recall, you had a penchant for wearing short skirts back then as well. You avoided being punished for it, but it looks like we’ll have another chance, won’t we? Hm? Are you prepared to accept the punishment now you should have gotten then?”

“What punishment would that be, Ma’am?” she asked, longing to hear those words from so long ago.

“You’ll get a good spanking on your bare bottom for a start. We’ll see whether that is enough or if something more is warranted. You’ll be expected to show the proper gratitude for the guidance Y.N.A.S. has provided you then and now!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Penny replied, feeling the tell-tale dampness in her panties.

“Do you know where my office is? It’s at the end of the hall behind the front desk. Go there, close the door, and stand in the corner. I should be there within half an hour.”

Both women were excited for something to liven up the boring Parents’ Night.

Penny rushed to the office and looked around to be sure she wasn’t seen. Opening the half-door to get behind the front office counter, she continued looking for prying eyes. Undetected, she made her way down the corridor past the offices of other staff to the principal’s at the end of the hall.

She entered the office she’d never seen as a student since her discipline was handled in Miss Ander’s classroom. With the door closed, she studied the room. There were windows with closed blinds on one wall, while the one behind the desk had floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The other two walls were decorated with diplomas and other certificates of accomplishment.

What grabbed her attention was the large wooden desk and two armless chairs in front of it. She recalled the rumors that if you were sent to the principal, you were automatically bent over the desk and instructed to grasp the opposite edge. Allegedly, Miss Anders kept a large, heavy paddle in the bottom drawer. Supposedly, she made a show of brandishing the paddle threateningly, which had the student on the verge of tears before a single swat.

The rumors spoke of being sentenced to a dozen swats that began after their skirt and panties were moved out of the way. The principal was described as a sadistic being who took pleasure in others’ pain, laughing as swat after hard swat was delivered to the poor girl’s bottom.

Penny’s body fit perfectly on the desktop, and she stretched her arms across its surface to reach the other side. She knew now the rumors were a gross overstatement meant to scare the girls into compliance, but the position aroused her still. Reaching back to pull her panties down and flip her skirt up, she wanted to get the real feeling of this exposed position. She’d never been paddled and wasn’t sure she’d want something that severe, but that didn’t keep her from getting wetter still.

Checking her watch, she figured Miss Anders would be there in ten minutes or so, just time enough to check one more thing. Walking behind the desk, she opened the rumored drawer and gasped at the sight of a long, wooden paddle with holes drilled in its face. She was about to reach for it when she heard Miss Anders telling someone she’d take care of locking up tonight. Penny closed the drawer quickly and stood in the back corner of the room with her hands behind her head.

“Mmm, there you are, Miss Nichols! I’m happy to see you can take direction after all,” the principal said after entering the room, closing the door, and moving behind her desk. Looking down, she saw the bottom right drawer not quite closed and smiled that wolfish smile. She’d keep her discovery a secret until just the right time.

“Yes, Ma’am! I’m sorry, Ma’am!” Penny gushed from her stance in the corner, her bottom tingling with anticipation.

“Come here, young lady,” she instructed, and Penny complied with her hands still behind her head. “You can put your arms down. Now, what are you sorry for?”

“For not following the dress code, ma’am,” she replied, “And for waiting so long to accept my punishment.”

“How should you be punished?” she asked, her arms crossed officiously.

“A spanking, Ma’am,” she said, but could see Miss Anders expected more. “A good spanking, over your knee on my bare bottom, Ma’am!”

“That’s right. Shall we get right to it?” she asked, coming around the desk and suddenly seeming even taller to Penny, until she pulled one of the chairs away from the desk and sat in it. “Over my knee, young lady!” she instructed, patting her right knee expectantly.

‘Oh my God!’ Penny thought, ‘This is really happening!’

Miss Anders had similar thoughts as Penny moved to her side. A consummate educator, she did not enjoy physically punishing students. Still, she saw the benefit of a simple spanking that frightened the few girls who got one and whom she could rely on to grossly exaggerate what they’d been through, thereby keeping others in line.

She was a professional, and in all the years since, as a teacher and eventually inheriting the principal’s job from her mother, she’d never gotten any joy from physically punishing any student. The ‘this will hurt me more than it hurts you’ adage applied as she sympathised with the student’s distress, however much they had earned it.

But Penny had been different. She’d never had a student who enjoyed it, and even though Penny had never confessed to it, she could tell by Penny’s mannerisms and visible arousal that she did. It was probably for the best that she left the school shortly after, but the encounter provoked thoughts of engaging in spanking play with her lovers.

She’d tried the idea out with harmless comments to both the women she made love to and the men she dated before coming out as a lesbian to her mother, but there was no interest. She suppressed the memory of Penny, and the desire faded quickly.

She knew that the responsibility for her students required fair and consistent discipline, and those few who received physical punishment deserved the same, however much it pained her to hurt them.

But that had changed now. There wouldn’t be any spankings at Y.N.A.S., and over the summer, she let the desire to experience it in a pleasurable way return, though she had no partner or lover to share the passion with.

Penny, squirming in her lap in the present, awoke her from her reverie. She noticed she was still a petite woman with an enticing figure and gasped when she lifted the short skirt and saw the cute bottom clad in tight, white panties.

“You have a cute, little bottom, Penny! Oh my!” she gushed as she pulled the panties down just below her cheeks. “Still wondering if I’m going to enjoy this?”

“No, Ma’am. I expect we both will!” Penny replied with her anticipation at a fever pitch. “Oh! Ooo!” she squeaked with the first spanks, barely more than a playful pat on each cheek. “Oh! Thank you for spanking me, Ma’am!” she cried as the spanks fell harder and faster.

One could tell from their gasps and moans that they liked what was happening. Miss Anders was finally allowed to enjoy it, and having the diminutive Penny with her perfect, little, round bottom over her knee made it all the sweeter. Reliving the last time she’d been over the capable Miss Anders’ knee, Penny’s arousal grew with the intensity of the spanking.

As before, she spanked on and on without a break like the punishment it was meant to be, but her vulnerable position and submissive attitude after so many years had her wondering if she might cum just from the delicious ordeal. Lying across the woman’s knee with her bottom exposed was arousing in itself, so the incessant hand smacking her stinging bottom added to the incredible feeling growing between her legs.

Miss Anders found a silver lining in the cloud the trustees had created by changing the policy, as now she was free to enjoy what Penny had only given her a taste of all those years ago. She, too, was feeling the result in her panties, and also wondered if a climax might result. ‘If not from the spanking, certainly from the thanking!’ she thought as she watched Penny’s pert bottom turn darker shades of pink.

To ensure Penny understood what she was expecting, she’d make the naughty Penny cum in her lap and moved her hand from the woman’s waist, to beneath her. Shifting her leg right gave her the opening she needed and her fingers slid into the woman’s slit once Penny spread her legs as wide as her constricting panties would permit.

“Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh, Miss Anders!” Penny gasped at the incredible feeling of being fingered and spanked at the same time. “Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t … don’t … don’t! Huh! Huh! Oh my … fuck!” she cried aloud as she coated the principal’s hand with her juice, her body trembling!

“That’s a good girl!” Miss Ander said as she patted Penny’s bottom with her fingers still in the younger’s crotch. She so enjoyed seeing her cum she decided she’d like to see it again. Slipping her fingers into Penny’s dripping hole, she finger-fucked her this time while upping the intensity of the spanks again.

“Ohhh God! Ungh! Ungh! Harder! Spank me harder!” she gasped as a new climb began before she’d descended from the first.

Miss Anders was happy to oblige, loving the sight of Penny’s body writhing and bucking to the combined stimulation. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d had such a dramatic effect on a lover, hoping it wouldn’t be the last either.

Showing no signs of pain, only pleasure, Miss Anders continued to increase the intensity until, finally, the petite woman’s body stiffened with her rump raised and cumming spasmodically seconds later. Her body jerked as though jolts of electricity were passing through her, grunting on each until they slowly subsided.

She slowly rose from Miss Anders’ lap and sat on one thigh with her arms around the principal at her encouragement.

“Oh my God, Miss Anders! Thank you! That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced!”

“I feel the same way! I think you can call me Yvonne now.”

Penny had been with women before, and she suspected Yvonne had too.

“I’d like to show you my gratitude,” she said, putting her hand on Yvonne’s thigh.

“I’d like that!” she replied, and the two stood up. “Come!” she said as she sat on the edge of the desk and spread her legs.

Penny knelt between the woman’s legs and, sliding her hands up the inside of her thighs, pushed her knee-length skirt up to her waist, revealing her red satin panties with a wet spot in the crotch. She ran her fingers over the tightly stretched fabric, teasing with fingers that threatened to slip underneath.

“I think it’s your turn to have your panties taken down, don’t you, Yvonne?”

“Oh yes, please!” she replied and lay back on the desk with her legs up so they could be taken off. She smiled when Penny held them to her nose, savoring the fragrance.

Yvonne slid back on the desk to put her feet on the edge, and sighed loudly as Penny’s hand slid down her bare thighs to meet in the middle with fingers probing her squishy wet slit. She watched Penny’s hand rubbing the soft, pliant flesh in a circle, and closed her eyes when she saw her start to bend with mouth open and tongue partly extended.

“Oh my! Penny!” she gasped when she felt Penny’s lips pressed to hers and her tongue slithering through her flooded valley.

With one set of fingers resting on her bushy muff, Penny painted her pussy with her tongue, nipping randomly at the hood concealing her clit. Moaning her appreciation, she grabbed the younger’s head and pulled her face into her seething snatch force-feeding her wet pussy to Penny’s eager mouth. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried when Penny’s fingers pushed inside, fucking her forcefully.

Yvonne’s body rocked to the rhythm of Penny’s excellent manipulation of her pussy, her hips rising off the desk before she came with gasps and flailing legs. Penny watched with pride at Yvonne’s body, gradually calming from jerking spasms to gentle writhing, still feeling the aftermath of Penny’s gift.

It was a few minutes before she sat up on the desk and held her arms out to Penny. They hugged for several more minutes, savoring the warmth and presence of another’s body, neither had felt in a while. Yvonne pulled back and, cradling Penny’s face in her hands, gave her a short but tender kiss.

“Thank you so much, Penny! It’s been such a long time since I’ve experienced anything like that. I suspect you would have been my undoing if you’d had another year here! You gave me a taste that I had to deny myself all these years to retain the respect of my students and staff, but now, unfettered by the policy change, I can enjoy it. Do you think we could do this again?” she asked with a hopeful look.

“I would love to, Yvonne!”

“You’re using your maiden name. Does that mean …”

“I’m divorced and unattached at the moment. I’d like to do it many more times if you’re willing to put up with such a naughty girl!” Penny said, biting her lip and trying to look like the naughty schoolgirl she wanted to be.

“Excellent! And now, Miss Nichols, would you indulge me by taking another short spanking?”

“Ooo! Shall I bend over the desk for the … the paddle?” she offered unaware that Yvonne had caught on to her poking around her desk.

“Ah! The paddle! We still have to deal with that, but not for this, though I do want you on the desk. Lying on the desk with my legs up while you so brilliantly dealt with my pussy reminded me of a position I had always wanted to try. Are you familiar with the diaper position?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” she replied, returning to her respectful tone.

“You see, it’s supposed to be more painful with the bottom’s skin stretched tight. I’d imagined using it at some point for a more severe infraction, but the opportunity never presented itself. So, young lady, if you’ll pull your panties back down and get up on the desk, let’s see how much more painful it is.”

Penny sat on the desk, lay back, slid her panties down below her cheeks, and lifted her legs straight up. Yvonne licked her lips at the sight of Penny’s red cheeks presented so deliciously. She took hold of Penny’s ankles and pushed them back further, lifting her bottom off the desk’s surface. Penny gritted her teeth with the expectation of more intense pain.

“Twenty-five, Miss Nichols!” Yvonne proclaimed and began with firm smacks of her hand.

“Ooo! Ow! Ohh! Ow! Yeow!” Penny cried out genuinely, leaving no doubt about the added pain, but the unusual position imparted some pleasure too.

Yvonne didn’t really want to hurt her, not after they’d just agreed to more such trysts in the future, so she backed off a bit, satisfied to be trying the position without feeling like she was imparting punishing justice.

“Oh, wow!” Penny said as she sat up, climbed off the desk, and pulled her panties up. “That hurts a lot more! Those lucky girls don’t know what they’ve managed to avoid!”

“Thank you for doing that, Penny. Now, about that paddle …”

“Oh, Yvonne, I couldn’t possibly take …”

“Relax, Penny. I’m not going to paddle you, even though by looking through my desk drawers, one might say you’d earned a few swats!” she said with a sly smile as she reached for the lower drawer and withdrew the paddle. “I was just going to tell you a couple of interesting facts about this paddle. The truth is, I never used it. Not once.”

“But there were girls who said you’d had them over your desk and saw the paddle!”

“That’s true. I’ve had girls bent over my desk ready for a spanking, and on a few occasions, I took the paddle out and laid it on the desk to scare them, but I’ve never paddled anyone with it. Like many of the rumors of girls’ punishments, they’re exaggerations of what really happened, I imagine, to raise the girl’s image in the eyes of the other students. Again, the threat of such punishment was enough to keep the girls in line,” she finished.

“Wow! We were terrified of that paddle, and any time a girl got sent to the principal’s office, everyone assumed it was for a paddling!” Penny said, memories of school days returning. “You said there were ‘a couple’ of interesting facts?”

“Yes. This may surprise you even more, but ever since my mother showed me that paddle, I’ve wanted to know what it would feel like on my bottom!” she explained to Penny’s stunned face, “and I wonder if you’d indulge me a little further by paddling my bare bottom?”

“Really?!”

“Yes. Bent over the desk like the girls were. A dozen hard swats and extras for rubbing. I’ve been a very naughty girl! Are you going to paddle me, Miss Nichols?”

“Lift your skirt and bend over the desk, young lady!” Penny finally said after the shock of the request wore off. “That’s it. Now grasp the far edge of the desk and hold on. Let go to rub your bottom, and there will be extras! Do you understand?” she warned as she picked up the paddle and slapped it against her palm a few times, wincing at the thought of it hitting her bottom.

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Twelve swats. Count them. Ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am. One! Ow! Two! Yeow! Three! …”

Yvonne received fourteen swats, having intentionally provoked the extras, but just once, and her bottom had a very wide red stripe across both cheeks as proof. The two extras she received convinced her not to get up from the desk until she was told to.

“You can stand up and rub, Miss Anders. I hope you’ve learned your lesson!”

“Thank you for spanking me, Miss Nichols!” she said, rubbing her fleshy cheeks furiously,  reminding Penny of the requirement to thank the teacher after being spanked.

“Wow, Yvonne! That looked like it really hurt!”

“Yes, it did! And now my curiosity is satisfied. I don’t think I’ll want it too often, but I hope you’ll do it again if I need it.”

“I’d be happy to if you really want it! I should probably be getting home to Christy. She’s got to be wondering where I’ve been. Thank you so much, Yvonne! I look forward to doing it again!”

“As do I, Penny! I’ll email you whenever we have a nighttime event, and you can meet me here after. Maybe we could meet outside the school, on a weekend?”

“Yes, I think so, though I like your office as an appropriate setting!”

“Of course! I’m sure you’ll get spanked in my office again, young lady!”

“Yes, Ma’am! I’m looking forward to it!”

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Miss Anders will certainly enjoy no longer being responsible for inflicting physical discipline on her students, now that she has a perennial student in Penny to punish! I hope you enjoyed this somewhat longer than I intended story and greatly appreciate 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments if you did and ... THANK YOU FOR READING!!