ASSTR 47: Naomi’s Comeuppance: A Sally Trubshawe Henderson Story

(Spank, F/F. A variant on A Smacking for Smoking, one of the stories from ASSTR 03,)

Dave, I think, has told you that we met each other at a squash club near to St. Agatha’s Ladies Academy, the girls school at which I was teaching. This club played an important part in our social life, and I made some good friends there.

One of my best friends was (and is) called Julia Mannion. She is older than me. At that time she was, I should say, around her mid-thirties. She had got married young, and by her early twenties she had two daughters, Naomi and Ruth.

The majority of the girls at the school were boarders. But there were also a number of day girls who attended from the surrounding neighborhood. Naomi and Ruth were among these. Naomi's parents had enrolled her in the school when she was eleven, and she was currently about to enter the Upper Sixth to complete her Advanced level GCE (General Certificate of Education) examinations. She was one of the oldest in her school year and had celebrated her eighteenth birthday early that September.

Now the way that I got to spank most of my victims was like this. Shortly after I arrived at the school, as I believe Dave has told you, the headmistress appointed me the Dean of Discipline. In the staff room was a sturdy, hard-backed exercise book, known as the "Record of Discipline." Then, in the prefects’ common room, was a similar "Record of Discipline" for their use. There were sections in these books for each form in the school, and teachers and prefects recorded the names and the offences of miscreants in the appropriate section. I then collected these books, put them in my brief case with my spanking slipper, and took them along to gym lessons.

At the end of each gym lesson I would then read out the names of any malefactors and haul them up to the front of the class where they received appropriate correction. In the evenings, and at weekends, I would take the two "Records of Discipline" and my slipper back to our cottage on the campus. One reason for doing this was to keep them safe. The other was to remind myself and Dave of the disciplinary exploits of the previous day or week, and to preview forthcoming spankings.

If anything, Dave found the speculation about the girls who were about to get slapped even sexier than the accounts of girls who had taken it. I would describe to him in graphic detail the physical attributes of the ladies due to take the pump, paying particular attention to how meaty their thighs and bottoms were, how much pussy hair they had and what color it was, etc. Then, usually while we were both in bed together, I would fill in the "Action" column in the "Record of Discipline" so that Dave could see how many times I was going to smack them. I would then follow this up with a verbal report on how hard the slaps would be, whereabouts on their bottoms they would hit home, etc. To illustrate my points I would take my slipper out of the briefcase, show it to him with an explanatory commentary, and swish it around in an appropriate fashion. The thought that the girls were going to get it tomorrow or next week, as opposed to having already had it, Dave found very stimulating, especially since he was aware that they too knew what was about to hit them. "Wow", he would say, "I bet Mandy's (or whoever's) buttocks are already shuddering. I bet she's cursing you!" "Not as much as she soon will be!" I would reply, or else make some other appropriate sexy quip.

Dave got particularly excited at my descriptions of what I was about to do with girls who had been caught smoking. To punish smoking with a spanking seemed particularly sexy and appropriate to Dave and me. The girls smoked partly because they thought that it was a grown up thing to do. They wanted to look "big" in front of their friends. Therefore, what better comeuppance could they get than to be punished in a particularly humiliating and embarrassing way, to be made to bend over, like naughty little girls, and get their bottoms well smacked? So much for their posing and their airs and graces! Instead of looking big in front of their friends they just looked stupid and ridiculous. Later other girls would tease, torment and laugh at them mercilessly. Their red rumps would be pointed at and giggled over in the showers. They would be offered cushions to sit on for weeks afterwards. And so on. Their punishment was a sharp and sexy reminder that they were far from being mature and sophisticated ladies. They were just naughty juveniles, immature teenagers who were by no means too old or too big to get their bottoms smacked. They had to submit to authority and do what they were told. They had to touch their toes and obediently present their rumps for chastisement. Then they had to stay in position and take it as their bums were well rattled by my trusty slipper.

The procedure for girls caught smoking was as follows. Their cigarettes, tobacco, cigarette papers, matches, lighters, etc. were permanently confiscated. These were all given to me and I destroyed them. I carried out this pleasant duty in the evenings, or at the weekends, with Dave, and he found it all very stimulating. "Look", I would say, "Mandy (or whoever) has only smoked two out of this packet of twenty. Yet she will be getting eight of the best for that. That's four slaps per fag." Then we would destroy the other eighteen cigarettes, and, as we did so, I would tell Dave how much the packet had cost, and we would both rejoice that, in effect, the victim was being fined as well as spanked. On one occasion a girl was caught in possession of five hundred cigarettes. She was a boarder and she had secreted them in her dormitory. I destroyed all of them and, as I did this, I told Dave how much the smokes must have cost her. He whistled quietly. "Wow," he replied, "That's a big rap! I bet this is going to be the most expensive slapped bum she ever gets. It's going to cost her more than a fiver a swot!" "That's right," I said. "But at least I'll try to see that she gets value for money. I'll make sure I deliver eight really good ones, eight of the very, very best. Mind you, I would have been pleased to have whacked her for nothing." "Yes, I bet you would, you saucy, randy old dame," replied Dave.

As I have indicated, we would hold conversations such as these when we were in bed together. I would tweak Dave's naked cock and he would tickle my pussy. The denouement was always the same. We would control ourselves for as long as we could to prolong the sexual ecstasy. But soon, despite our best efforts at restraint, we would be fucking each other violently and exploding into shattering mutual orgasms. And right through the sex act I would keep on talking dirty. "Go on, Dave," I would urge. "Wallop my pussy as hard as I'm going to wallop Mandy's bum. God, but I'll redden that young lady's bottom! I'll make her buttocks shudder, wobble and dance. I'll make her pussy hairs fly! Her butt will soon be stinging and tingling and no mistake! Eight of the best she will be getting, right across her big meaty bum. Whack! Number 1. Whack! Number 2. Whack! Number 3. Whack! Number 4. Whack! Number 5. Whack! Number 6. Whack! Number 7. Whack! Number 8." And each time I cried out "Whack!" Dave would whack my hole with his pole! Mind you, not that I usually got very long to develop my argument. Frequently, unlike the bums of my fourth and 
fifth year victims, my pussy did not take all 8 whacks. Before Dave was able to administer the full dose we would both come off, with great violence!

Anyway, let me continue with my tale. It was a Saturday morning in mid-September and I was calling upon my friend Julia Mannion on an important matter of school discipline. Julia knew that I intended to call and, since she was the secretary of our squash club and I was a member of the committee, she assumed that it was about club business. She soon deduced, however, from my formal and serious demeanor, that I had something serious and official to raise with her.

“Julia,” I said, “I was checking the Sixth Form locker room a few days ago to make sure that everything was in order for the new term when I noticed that Naomi’s locker had not been properly secured and that the door was hanging open. I locked it, of course, but before I did so I removed from it the items in this bag.”

“Oh, my word,” exclaimed Julia. “What on earth have we got here.”

“Well, as you can see,” I replied, “There are five packs of cigarettes, one of which has had its seal broken and several of its cigarettes removed, and an expensive cigarette lighter.” 

Julia was shocked and nonplussed. “I see,” she said.

“Look, Julia, this is serious. Naomi is a sixth former and a prefect. We do not tolerate smoking from sixth formers. We have a policy that we never slipper them so, without that sanction, the way that we normally deal with things like this is to expel the girl. I don’t want to do that since Naomi is one of our best students and, as you know, we are hoping to get her into St. Clare’s college, Oxford, to study English. But at the very least I am going to have to ban Naomi from Speech Day, strip her of the English and Latin prizes that she has won, take away her prefecture and her prefect’s badge, and suspend her from school for a month.”

It was this final threat that Julia found the most upsetting.

“Oh, no, Sally. Do all the rest if you like, but don’t suspend her. Miss Reynolds is working wonders with Naomi in English studies and her academic performance would never recover.”

“I’m sorry, Julia, but the position was very clearly explained to Naomi during the sixth form induction process. She well knew what the penalties would be if she was caught.”

Now, as you may possibly have picked up from the girls' forenames, the Mannions are a Jewish family. The home environment was loving and caring, but also disciplined. Both parents were prominent squash club members and very sporty. They were very keen on personal exercise and fitness, and neither of them had ever smoked. Julia was in shock, and she saw her daughter's misdemeanor as a slap in the face for the family, for her personally, and for their philosophy and way of life. But, as against that, Julia was most concerned at the threat that my proposed sanctions posed to the success of her daughter’s studies.

“Look, Sally,” urged my friend, “There must be another way. “The punishments that you propose are very severe. Surely they are disproportionate. It doesn’t seem fair. All that the younger girls get for exactly the same offense is a smacked bottom.”

Well, this was the line of conversation that I was hoping for. I had discussed Naomi’s case at great length with Dave when we were in bed together the previous night, and we were both agreed that a sound slippering was the best way to slap down Miss Naomi Mannion. Dave was very excited at the idea, and, although at that stage it was a mere fantasy, he had given me a very sharp and enthusiastic bonk on the strength of it.

“Yes. OK. That is what I have done in a number of similar instances. But we can only take that road if Naomi agrees to it. Her eighteenth birthday was earlier this month. She is legally an adult now and we will need her to consent to any physical chastisement.”

“OK. Let’s get her in here to discuss it.”

As well as being Jewish, the Mannions are also very rich. They live in a big, detached, secluded architect-designed house with a long drive and a swimming pool in the back garden. At that time they had an elderly maid. Sometimes the Mannions would have the water in their pool heated up to a pleasantly warm temperature. From time to time Julia would invite Dave and me for a swim in it, and it was great.

The weather that morning was warm, sunny and bright. Southern England was basking in a beautiful Indian summer. Naomi had been swimming in the pool, and at that moment she was sunbathing beside it wearing nothing but a wet, skimpy bikini.

Julia reached out her hand and rang for the maid. "Would you tell Naomi to come here please, Ethel?" The maid opened the doors onto the patio and delivered her message. Soon Naomi, fresh faced, innocent, and wondering what it was that her mother wanted, entered through the patio doors and joined us in the living room.

“Naomi,” I said, “Please take an armchair. There is something that we need to discuss.”

“But I’ve been swimming. I’m all wet.”

“Never mind that,” replied her mother. “Sit down.”

“Naomi, could you explain how these items came to be in your school locker?”

My interrogation continued and, to her credit, Naomi answered me truthfully, and she freely admitted her offense. I then offered her three alternatives. Firstly, she could, if she wished, leave St. Agatha’s Ladies Academy to study elsewhere, and, if she did this, I would gladly write her references to help her on her way. Secondly, she could accept a month’s suspension together with all of the other penalties that I had previously listed to her mother. Thirdly, she could agree to take twelve of the best with the slipper.

Well of course, the only sensible option was the third one. Naomi, like nearly all the girls at St. Agatha’s, had taken the slipper before. She knew that it stung and tingled very sharply but that it did not cut or bruise the skin like a cane. A slippering would be demeaning and humiliating; but in a short space of time the stinging and the tingling would end and Naomi would be able to get on with her life. Naomi’s punishment would be uncomfortable, and, for a girl of her age, extremely embarrassing; but in an hour’s time it would all be over. In contrast, the disruption caused by a change of school, or the loss of tuition that a month’s suspension entailed, would seriously jeopardize Naomi’s ambition to proceed to Oxford University, and might have life-changing consequences. Naomi was a sensible girl and she made the obvious choice.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson,” she answered contritely. “Please don’t expel or suspend me. I’ll take the slipper.”

“Wow!” I thought. “Thank goodness! That’s a relief!”

I then turned to the miscreant. "Thank you, Naomi," I said politely. "You have chosen wisely. Let us proceed. You will find my car parked in the drive, with my briefcase on the front passenger seat. Inside the case you will find my slipper. Would you bring it to me please? The door is unlocked." At which Naomi walked off to do my bidding. By the time she returned with the slipper she was blushing profusely with trepidation and embarrassment.

 "Thank you, Naomi", I said pleasantly. "Give the slipper to me, please. Now, kindly come here." I might add that, by now, I was shaking like a leaf. The situation was so sexy and so ridiculous. The previous evening, Dave and I had both anticipated the forthcoming destruction of Naomi's cigarettes, together with her expensive cigarette lighter, and had fantasized over our plans to chastise her. Dave had been particularly turned on by the impending destruction of the lighter. "Wow," he said. "It's a top of the range Ronson. These cost more than twice as much as a fixed penalty parking ticket. Poor old Naomi! Whatever happens this will be consigned to oblivion; and if she opts for the spanking she will get stung across the bum as well as in the pocket!" Then, as I have reported above, Dave fucked me violently, to our great mutual orgasmic satisfaction. Dave found the subject even sexier than usual because we knew the Mannions so well. For several years Dave had watched Naomi develop from a gawky, lanky schoolgirl into a lusty, strapping teenager with well developed boobs, nubile thighs, a big meaty bottom and the unmistakably feminine figure of a young, adult woman. Naomi thought of Dave as a kind, generous, surrogate uncle. Well, so he was. But he was also, as I have said before, a very salacious and dirty old man. The thought of a young lady of eighteen, so big and so beautiful, having to bend over and take the pump across her scantily clad bottom drove him wild with delight and passion. Wow! He had given me one of the hardest shaggings of my life as I was describing to him what, if things went to plan, I intended to do to Naomi!

As for me, out of school hours I too had always been a sort of kind and very friendly auntie to Naomi and Ruth. This, therefore, was an intimate, family affair, and I found it all very exciting, but also very embarrassing. In short, I was nervous, and all sorts of worrying thoughts were going through my mind. What, I conjectured, if Julia objects to what I am about to do after I have done it! It could end our friendship, jeopardize my membership of the squash club, and even cause me trouble at school. And so on. But it was too late to turn back now, and I resolved to push ahead whatever the consequences.

Meanwhile, Naomi had come over, slowly and reluctantly, to the middle of the room 
where I was standing. As she did so I gazed at her gorgeous body. I was enchanted at the sight. I remembered how I had admired Naomi in the showers over the course of the last academic year. I recalled all the times that I had observed her, tall and naked, with the hot water cascading over her. She was a girl of dark complexion, with long jet-black hair and dark brown, tanned skin. But even on her boobs, bottom and lower tummy, where she had escaped the sun, Naomi was a beautiful shade of light brown. Her thick, crinkly, wiry, jet-black pubic hair was devastating--long, luxuriant and bushy. For all of the previous academic year, when she was in the showers with the nubile and pulchritudinous females who were her fellow students, Naomi had stood out in her youth and splendor. She had a beauty that was almost arrogant in its ease, grace and charm, and I had been stunned by her time after time. Wow! What a sumptuous Jewish virgin she was! Not Eve, not Sarah, not Bathsheba, not Esther, not Susanna--no, not one of the many beautiful ladies in the Hebrew Scriptures could possibly have been much lovelier than her! And now, here was this gorgeous creature, this delectable daughter of Zion, in all her pulchritude and splendor, about to get her bottom smacked like a naughty little girl. Surely, I mused, it could never be right to humiliate such a wonder of nature, to mark and redden her flawless skin, to vex her, to rob her of her dignity, to disfigure, if only temporarily, her beauteous perfection, and to cause her discomfort, embarrassment and humiliation.

But, on the other hand, there was something that was a little bit too cocky and self assured about Naomi's easy grace and beauty, something that made me want to take her down a peg. There was a touch of pride and arrogance there, what the ancient Greeks would have called hubris, and it needed to be purged. During the previous academic year she had grown stroppy. She had developed "side." She had begun to assume that she was above authority and that rules (e.g. the smoking ban) did not apply to her. A sharp slippering, I concluded, should have a wholesome and cathartic effect on this difficult and rebellious teenager. "Yes, my girl," I thought to myself as I eyed her up and marveled at her stunning body. "I'll prick your bubble. I'll vex you and cut your ego to size. It will do you good to be chastened. You are about to get a sharp, embarrassing, sexy and very intimate comeuppance. It will be a most salutary lesson, and I will make sure that you do not forget it in a hurry!"

By now Naomi had joined me in the middle of the room. "Would you face the wall, please?" I said, pleasantly and politely. (I sometimes, but not always, try to be pleasant and polite when slapping butt. I find the contrast between my soft, courteous and friendly words and my sharp, rude, brusque and sexy actions a real turn on.) As she turned away from me I ogled Naomi's big, skimpily clad bum. I felt my crotch go wet, and I was excited almost to orgasm to see clumps of thick, crinkly, wiry black pubic hair protruding from around the gusset of her swim-wear. Naomi, as I have said, had been swimming in the pool. She was wearing a swimming cap and was still quite wet. Her pubic hairs were sodden and sticking to the tops of her thighs. "Wow," I thought to myself as I leaned forward to get a closer look. "That's beautiful. I am really in luck today. That bikini bottom is cut away and most of the bum is hanging out of it. It is also wet and thin and has gone semi-transparent. It is clinging to those buttocks beautifully. It will give even less protection than gym knickers, and I will get an excellent view of what I am doing." For several seconds I stared helplessly at my target, too excited to continue. Then I got a grip on myself, and delivered the appropriate instructions: "Now, touch your toes, please, Naomi, keeping your legs straight." Before Naomi had a chance to do this, however, her mother broke across what I was doing. "Stop!" she said sharply.

Immediately, my heart leaped violently in my bosom, my mouth went as dry as dust, and I began to shake like a leaf. I was certain that Julia had changed her mind, that she was about to halt the proceedings, tear me off a strip and order me out of her house. For between three and five seconds there was an agonizing silence during which I was trembling and sweating.

Then Julia spoke again. "Wait! Let's make this a spanking to remember."

Now Naomi's bikini bottom was kept in place by two cords, tied in bows, one on each hipbone. Julia went up to Naomi, deftly grabbed the loose ends of these bows, one between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and pulled them apart. She then tugged at both cord ends and pulled the lower half of her bikini from off Naomi's bottom. The effect of this was that I immediately got an eyeful of Naomi's big bare bum, positioned a few inches away from my face. It was beautiful. A large, downward facing isosceles triangle of light brown, untanned flesh seemed to be imprinted across both buttocks, surrounded by the rich, dark brown tanned areas of the upper thighs and back. At the bottom tip of this triangle, where it curved around into the pussy crack, Naomi’s luxuriant tousle of curly, wet, jet black pubic hair was stuck, in indelicate and saucy profusion, to the lower buttocks and the insides of the upper thighs. By now I was so excited and over-stimulated that my head was spinning wildly. I was palpitating violently, and I was afraid that soon I would swoon away and fall to the floor. For a while I was so giddy that I found it necessary to steady myself by holding on to the back of an armchair. But then, somehow, I managed to pull myself together and continue with my instructions.

 "As I was saying, Naomi", I went on politely, in a disarmingly pleasant, courteous and relaxed manner, "would you kindly bend over please?" As Naomi obediently complied with my request I almost fainted again. As she stretched downwards her hairy pussy and plump labial lips were presented perfectly to my gaze. I was very excited at the thought of what I was about to do to Naomi, but I also lasciviously fantasized about what Dave would like to do to her if he had been there. By now his cock would be as stiff as a poker. All that he would need to do would be to place his naked, engorged cock head between Naomi's buttocks, then guide it gently to her pussy lips and push. He would enjoy the lascivious pleasures of Naomi's honey pot perfectly, and as nature intended. Oh, yes! The dirty old bugger would get far more ecstasy and bliss than any man has a right to on this side of Paradise, at least from a lady who is not his wife! Anyway, I paused to get a vivid mental picture of Naomi's pudenda so that I could excite Dave with a description of it later!

Then I had a thought that was very sexy, but also very unfair. I began to fantasize about how much Dave would lust over Naomi if she presented her pussy to him. The idea riled me and made me jealous. "Wow, Naomi," I thought to myself. "Your bum and pussy are so sexy it's wicked. God, how I envy you your youth and nubility. I am only about ten years older than you are, but you make me feel like I am a raddled and wrinkled old crone. You are absolutely perfect, more perfect than anyone has a right to be in this world of sin. But I'll shake your pedestal for you. I'll mark your fresh, youthful, spotless and immaculate body. I'll give you some sexy red marks in a very intimate, amusing and embarrassing place! 

Poor Naomi, nubile and innocent virgin that she was! Her only sin on this score was that she was so stunningly beautiful. Yet just for that a spiteful, envious and vindictive old bitch was about to chastise her with just that little extra bit of vigor and venom! Oh yes! There would be an edge and a sharpness to Naomi's slippering that would have been absent if she had not been so lovely. Naomi, of course, was being smacked for smoking, and it was blatantly unfair that she should get it harder just because she was beautiful. But then that is the tribute, I thought, that beauty must pay to envy!

But yet again I digress, and yet again, dear reader, you must accept my apologies. Let us return to how I spanked Naomi on that fine summer's morning.

In accordance with my time-honored tradition I started fairly gently, with some tail flicks across the back of Naomi's pussy hairs. Crack! I gave a little flick with my wrist and the plimsoll landed sharply on the plump lower meat of both buttocks adjacent to Naomi's pussy. The slap was not very hard, but it was sharp enough to make Naomi's buttocks shudder, and to leave a delicate pink tinge across the moist pussy meat. "Come on," I exhorted. "Straighten those legs and stretch." Crack! "No! You know that isn't good enough!" This second flick was to exactly the same place, across the plump, sexy undercarriage of Naomi’s bum, just above the backs of the thighs. It was also slightly harder. Then came the third flick. Crack! This one was slightly harder again. "Naomi! I know that you can do better than that. Now bend over as instructed. You are beginning to annoy me." So saying, I gently pushed my pupil's head downwards. "That's a bit better. Now hold it. No." Slap! "You are relaxing again." This fourth tail flick was a beauty. It was just that bit harder again, and it landed absolutely flush across both bare buttocks with a sharp, high pitched crack. Yet again the bum shuddered and quivered deliciously at the force of the blow. By now Naomi's pussy meat was beautifully pink and tender, and she was straining and grunting with great determination to avoid a fifth preparatory spank. At this stage I judged that I had sufficiently tenderized the Naomi’s undercarriage and adequately prepared it for roasting. "O.K." I said. "That's just about acceptable. Let's begin."

Then followed Naomi's spanking proper. Whack! The first slap was a real sizzler, right across the sweet spot of Naomi’s bum just above her thighs, where the four preparatory smacks had landed. As the slipper hit home a loud high pitched crack rang out around the room. Naomi's wet black pussy curls were re-arranged into a new pattern on her pussy, inside bum and thighs, and her big, moist, meaty buttocks shuddered and quivered. As I have explained, in my jealousy and spite I struck my target with just that little extra bit of sharpness and venom. This, plus the slipper's added bite and edge as it struck bare meat as opposed to the seat of a pair of gym knickers, came as a sharp and distinct surprise to the victim, and she emitted an audible and involuntary grunt. "Nngh!"

I waited for a few seconds, until I saw the sexy red imprint of my slipper appear across the plump v-shape of un-suntanned meat where Naomi's bum curved around to her pussy crack. I knew that as soon as this appeared Naomi's rump would start to sting and ring like a bell and that, as the tingling escalated, she would get more and more angry and outraged at what I had done to her. I allowed just long enough for Naomi's bare bum to tingle, and for her fury to reach its crescendo. Then, at that exact moment, I gave her another one. Whack!

Like its predecessor, slap number two hit home right across the back of the twat. "Oh!" The slap landed on meat that was already pink and tingling from the five previous swots, causing the victim to emit a low cry. But that was not the end of my assault on Naomi’s lower bottom. I waited another four seconds or so and then landed a third spank across the back of her perineum. Whack! The slap landed absolutely flush with the nubile, succulent bum flesh with a loud, crisp, sharp smack that rang out like the crack of rifle.

I then left the pussy meat to sizzle while I administered six slaps to the rest of the bottom, aiming at the meatiest bits that I could find that had thus far remained unreddened and unchastised. As these wallops hit home Naomi gasped audibly at each sharp crack of slipper onto quivering bum.

Then came the grand finale. I aimed slap ten just above the center of the wet fur-ball of pubic hair protruding from the rear of Naomi's pussy. Whack!! The slipper hit home absolutely flush across exactly the same piece of bum that had already taken the four preparatory flicks and slaps one, two and three. The sharp, high-pitched crack sent a delicious tingle down my spine. "Aw!" yelled Naomi, shocked yet again by the force of the blow. Then she began to gently cry out: 

"Oh! Oh!! Ooooooooh!!!"

Amused and sexually excited by Naomi’s discomfiture I paused for a little while. Then came the penultimate slap, yet again to exactly the same piece of bum. Whack!!! Yet again Naomi's wet pussy hairs were re-arranged, and her buttocks wobbled provocatively. This whack number eleven was a really sharp and spiteful one and, like slap number three, it rang out like the crack of a rifle. By now I was so excited that I thought I was about to faint. My entire body was throbbing and quivering and a series of delicious frissons was running up and down my spine. Now, I thought, just one more. Here comes slap number twelve, madam! Take that! And take it Naomi did. It was a beauty, slightly harder and sharper than all of the previous slaps, and it rang out loud and clear with a final shrill, high pitched crack.

By now Naomi was clearly a damsel in distress. "Aw! Aw!! Aw!!!" she cried out helplessly, in pain, rage and frustration.

Before Naomi could rise I rapped out my next orders. "Now, Naomi, take your hands off your toes, and clasp them together on top of your head, please. Good. Now stand up straight and face me." By now I could see that Naomi was hopping mad with me, but she nevertheless obediently complied. She stood there before me. Her hair was encased in her bathing cap, and this exposed the beauty of her long, slim neck and shoulders. Her bikini top covered Naomi's boobs, her bikini bottom had been removed. It was in her mother's hand, and Naomi's pussy was completely bare and exposed. As the victim stood there with her hands on her head I got a perfect view of the dark, thick, sexy black clumps of hair protruding brazenly from underneath her two armpits, and I fell to musing on the interesting and salacious question as to whether or not each of these clumps was bigger and hairier than the even sexier clump of black hair that sprouted from her pussy. My speculation reached the conclusion that the pussy was hairier. But it was still, as Wellington said of the Battle of Waterloo, a damn close run thing.

Then I jerked myself back to the matter in hand and, as Naomi stood there vulnerable and exposed, I gave her a verbal roasting on the dangers of smoking. As you will have gathered by now, dear reader, I have a sharp and shrewish tongue, and a great gift for tearing my victims off a strip. Naomi got a lengthy and cutting tongue lashing that ticked her off, and that also teased and tormented her for having had her bottom smacked like a naughty little girl. Wow! Did I give her a flea in her ear! By the time I had finished with her she was squirming with shame, rage and embarrassment. Then I told her, like the naughty little girl that she was, to go and stand in the corner of the room with her face to the wall and her hands still on her head. "You will stand there for ten minutes," I said, "and during that ten minutes I want you to fully feel how sharply your bottom is tingling. But that is nothing, my girl, compared to what will happen to you if there is a next time; because if you are caught with cigarettes or tobacco again it will not be a spanking but expulsion." Poor old Naomi! She was not even given the chance to do what at that moment she probably wanted to do more than anything else in the world, namely to rub and massage her stinging rump!

With Naomi safely dispatched to her corner I sat down in my chair and turned my attention, with some trepidation, to her mother. During Naomi's chastisement I had been utterly engrossed and absorbed in the task at hand, and had paid Julia no attention. Now I looked full into her eyes, trying to discern how she had taken the chastening of her daughter. I was disturbed and disconcerted at what I saw.

Julia seemed speechless, stunned by what she had witnessed. She clearly had not anticipated that Naomi's punishment would be so swift, so sharp, so humiliating and so sexy. She gazed back at me and her eyes were shining brightly. I could see that she had found Naomi's comeuppance utterly compelling. But was she outraged and furious, or amused, excited and stimulated, by what she had seen? I think that she was all of these things, and a few more besides. For what seemed an interminable time, but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, Julia stared at me, transfixed, as these various emotions boiled within her. Julia's inner turmoil reached no clear and simple conclusion, but, as she continued to stare at me, I did notice one important emotion. There was a look of admiration and respect in her eyes for me, and for the way I had taken down her daughter. It was as if I was a brilliant horsewoman who had just broken in and tamed a skittish and difficult filly. Julia could not take her eyes off mine, and for a long time she was speechless. Then she broke her silence. "Phwoah" she said, so gently that I could scarcely hear her. "Wow!" Then she pulled herself together. "Sally", she said, in a bright and polite tone of voice. "Thank you. My daughter deserved that." The two of us then chatted and gossiped gaily. I noticed, however, that Julia, like myself, was stunned at the sight of Naomi's bottom, which was still on display in the corner of the room. I was able to stare hard and long at it, since it was straight ahead of me, in my line of vision. To get as good a view Julia had to incline her head at an angle. This she frequently and obsessively did, and she was clearly stunned, shocked and fascinated at the victim's obedient compliance, at her humiliation, and at her red, well smacked bum.

Eventually the ten minutes of ogling were up for both of us. "OK, Naomi" I said in a kindly and friendly voice. "You can go now." At these words the victim immediately took her hands off her head and ruefully and gingerly massaged her bum, even though, after ten minutes, the worst of the stinging was clearly over. Then, after about half a minute of rubbing, Naomi took her bikini bottom from her mother. She did not bother to put it back on, however. Instead, still rubbing her big, bare, reddened rump, she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom to compose herself in private. As for Julia and me, we continued chatting for a while and then I left.

That night my account of my exploits to Dave thoroughly over-excited him. I narrated the tale at about 10 p.m., and at 2 a.m. on Sunday morning his stiffened cock was still rock hard, and mercilessly trip-hammering my pussy. As for Julia, despite her verbal endorsement of my disciplining of her daughter I still could not decide whether she was pleased or enraged at what I had done. But she was certainly very impressed by it and from then on she regarded me with a mixture of awe, respect and admiration. Indeed, after all these years, she is still my firm friend, and I believe that she continues to hold me in esteem and to regard me highly for the sharp and sexy way that I brought her daughter to heel, even though she has never specifically mentioned the incident since.

But what happened, you may ask, to Naomi? Well after I had slippered her for her sins she had paid her debt to me and to the school and I did my best to help her. We held regular tutorials together, and we talked through her addiction to tobacco. Naomi had started smoking, she told me, partly because she thought that it would help her to lose weight; but when confronted with the irrefutable evidence of the dangers to her health Naomi agreed to stop. By the time she left school to take up her Open Scholarship in English at St. Clare’s College, Oxford, she assured me that, with the help of nicotine patches and nicotine gum, she had kicked the habit.