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Mr.Reece spent the next hour as happy, cheerful and courteous as he had felt for years. Nothing was too much trouble for anyone. What a relief! But, as the school clocks ticked along in unison, a feeling of foreboding began to settle on him. What would she do?

After school he went to the same classroom of their earlier encounter and walked in, his head bowed in shame. She stood there looking powerful. He had never felt so submissive in his life.

She beckoned him with her crooked finger. He walked slowly towards her, like a naughty boy might to his Mummy to have his bottom spanked.

“You have been a very naughty boy, Mr.Reece, and naughty boys get their naughty little bottoms punished. Come here!”

His manhood rose again. She noticed a large bulge developing in the front of his trousers and smiled to herself, thinking ‘He finds the idea rather exciting does he? We’ll see if he is still excited when I’ve finished with him!’

“Here is what we are going to do. I have seen you in your tennis kit, and must say that you keep yourself very trim, Mr. Reece. I have it on good authority that the boys at the school across town have to come for the cane in their P.E. kit, so go and put it on….NOW!”

He trotted down the corridor to the staff room and put it on, then jogged back. He got his breath back and entered the room, whereupon she told him to lock the door.

“Come here you naughty boy!”

He stood before her, meekly.

“I am going to punish you hard, Mr.Reece.”

“Yes Miss.”

“I think we will have those shorts off, boy!”

Trembling fingers undid his shorts and he removed them for his young Mistress.

She told him to go to the stool and bent to pick up his discarded shorts. She placed them on a desk and turned to survey her quivering prey. Her pussy began to throb excitedly. The anticipation was exhilarating. The feeling of being in control of what, up until now, had been a person in authority, was a new experience for her, and she rather liked it.

“Underpants down Mr Reece, bare your bottom for me!”

He lowered them without question. Although he was in his early 50s, he was still in good shape. How she wished she was a teacher at the boys’ school…‘Just imagine,’ having one of those loud-mouthed young tear-aways baring their quivering bottoms for me.’

Then her thoughts went through a myriad of scenarios, and surprisingly mature men, proper men, with responsible jobs grovelling before her thrilled her to the core. It was almost like having a mild orgasm! It was wonderful. She looked at his bottom, bared in front of her. She looked at him, trembling. She began to scold him, and instictively, she did it rather well.

“You are a very naughty boy Mr Reece, aren’t you?”

“Y…Yes,” he managed to stutter.

“Call me Miss.”

“Yes Miss.”

Being called Miss excited her even more, “And what do naughty boys get? Hmmm?”

“Spanked bottoms, Miss.”

“Yes they do! They get really red sore bottoms, which stops them sitting down for ages… don’t they?”

“Yes Miss.”

“And you are a very, very….naughty…boy!”

She leaned in close to him and shouted…”AREN’T YOU?!!”

It scared and surprised him. Her voice was so full of authority.

He almost squealed…”Yes, yes Miss! I’m a very naughty boy!”

Without further ado, she placed her left hand on his back and started to slap his muscular backside hard with her hand….SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“God! She knows how to spank. She’s got a very hard hand,” thought Mr. Reece.

Whilst the smacks really stung, Mr. Reece was rapidly discovering the joys of being spanked by a dominant young lady. Without realising it, he started to push his bottom up for the next smack, the pain and submission making his cock stiffen and throb.

Meanwhile, Tamara was also enjoying herself immensely. A damp patch started to spread across the crotch of her white knickers. This realised that this was something she really MUST do again, as she continued to spank Mr. Reece’s bottom harder and harder.

“You naughty boy! Your Mummy should have put you over her knee and pulled down your pants years ago. You deserve this bare bottom spanking, don’t you? Tell me you are naughty, and what you deserve.”

With great pleasure he did!

“Spank my naughty bottom Miss Tamara. Punish me, please punish me!”
SMACK…SMACK…SMACK!

“You naughty, naughty boy!”

Tamara paused, out of breath, to gather her composure. She decided that she must not show her enjoyment too much. She needed to maintain her authority at all times. So with her young, crisp Oxford English accent, she said…

“Stay right there Mr.Reece! Your bottom is turning a lovely red. I’m really enjoying this, are you?” Tamara asked sardonically and somewhat rhetorically. She already knew he was of course, but…

But…

BUT…

…But there was something in the silence, a struggle, something he wanted to say, but couldn’t, she began to realise what it was.

“My God, you are, aren’t you? You are loving it! LOVING IT! The pain, the submission and getting it from me. You would pay for this wouldn’t you?”

Meekly he answered, “Yes, and I sometimes do!”

“Do you now Mr Reece? Well in that case, let’s try something a little stiffer, something more painful. The wooden ruler has often been a favourite of yours to use, hasn’t it?”

Thoughts started to enter her mind. She was loving it more than anything else ever before, an older man willingly offering his bottom for her to thrash hard. And, even at her age, she already knew people would pay for the experience. The first thoughts of being a Dominatrix walked into her head, wearing high Achilles boots, and then ‘sat down’ comfortably in her brain.

She looked at his bottom…it lifted to the pain.

She looked at his body…his head went down in submission.

She looked into herself…her chest began to swell with a sort of pride. She was on top and he was below her.

She looked at the ruler in her hand and gripped it. Then she raised it and brought it down on those cherry red cheeks with a loud CRACK!

“Say thank you to your Mistress.”

“Ahhhhh, owwwww, th…th…thank you Mistress!” he hissed through gritted teeth…

She looked down at his sizzling hot bottom, she looked around at the array of corporal punishment equipment…

“Hmmmmm, what shall I try next?” She thought.

To be continued…

Asa