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 CAFE LATTE - PART TWO by Mark Cane

   Jennifer was strangely excited after her chat with her friend, Sue, over
their coffees.  Although they had been friends for years, this was the
first time they had spoken so candidly about their sexual predilections. 
What had particularly enthralled Jennifer was Sue's account of how she had
succumbed to the punishment delivered by Miss Palmer, the games mistress,
all those years ago.  Jennifer could remember Miss Palmer quite well.  She
had always been a popular teacher, despite her strictness.  She could
visualise her in her trade mark jogging bottoms and rugby shirt as she took
games lessons.  Jennifer was always a well behaved girl and had never
incurred Miss Palmer's wrath and so had never been punished with a
spanking. She did recall that such events had occurred and several girls
had received a spanking or a slippering.  At the time these punishments had
never seemed to be particularly erotic.  They were just scary and Jennifer
was always glad she had never been on the receiving end.

   Jennifer could remember one punishment session quite vividly.  Even now,
all these years later, she could remember the details as if it were
yesterday.  The memory still sent a shudder up her spine.  The offence that
Miss Palmer was especially hard on was bullying.  Any girl found picking on
younger, weaker girls could expect the most severe punishment.  On one
occasion during a hockey match, some girls, stood by the side of the field
watching, rather than playing.  The eagle-eyed Miss Palmer spotted one
girl, Monica, a big built, red haired girl, grabbing the wrists of a
younger girl.  A quick investigation of what was going on revealed that
Monica was threatening to give the younger girl an 'Indian burn,' unless
she handed over her chocolate bar.  Miss Palmer was furious.  Apart from
the bullying, Monica had brought a note in to school excusing her from
games because she was poorly.  Miss Palmer decided to punish her right
there, on the sports field in front of all the other girls.

   Miss Palmer took an old worn gym shoe out of her bag as she ordered
Monica to bend over.  Monica sobbed and protested, knowing what was was
coming.  'Monica, I will not condone bullying.  Not only that you cannot be
so poorly if you can eat chocolate.  You are going to be punished, making a
fuss will only make it worse for you.'

   Still sobbing, Monica slowly bent over and Miss Palmer lifted the girl's
skirt revealing Monica's plump bottom covered by a pair of tight white
knickers.  Without a word, Miss Palmer had reached for the waistband of the
knickers and started to pull them down.  Monica let out a fresh yowl of
protest and grabbed her pants trying to prevent them being pulled down.

   'Monica!  I do not care how much you protest, you are getting this on
the bare.  I will teach you not to bully.  Now let go and let's have these
knickers down without all that fuss.' Monica sobbed even more loudly and
continued to hold tightly to the waistband of her drawers.  Jennifer
remembered that she had the the other girls watch in fascinated horror at
the drama unfolding before them.  Suddenly Miss Palmer gave Monica a hard
slap on her ample thighs.  The shock of the sudden slaps made Monica loosen
her grip on her knickers and Miss Palmer quickly yanked them down to
Monica's ankles.

   'Now Monica, hold the position and let's get this over with.'

   As if resigned to her fate, Monica bent over, her skirt pulled up and
her knickers draped around her ankles.  Miss Palmer walked back several
paces then, holding the old gym slipper in her right hand, she focused on
the large target of Monica's big bottom.  Then Miss Palmer sprinted toward
her target and with the perfect timing of a consummate tennis player, swung
the slipper and with a sound like a clap of thunder it made contact with
Monica's arse.  Monica shot up into the air with a shriek of anguish.  She
grabbed her bottom with both hands and did a kind of frantic dance as she
rubbed her bum.  Miss Palmer calmly turned an walked back to her starting
point, ready for the next swipe.

   'Compose yourself, girl.  I have only just started.'

   Slowly Monica bent over and on the orders of Miss palmer, lifted her
skirt to expose her bottom for the next swipe.  Many of the girls watching
this event were struck by the red mark that had appeared on Monica's left
arse cheek.  It was in the perfect shape of the sole of the slipper that
Miss palmer still held aloft.  As Miss palmer started her next run toward
the target, Monica sobbed and her plump bum trembled in anticipation.

   THWACK!!  Again Monica shot up into the air and did her war dance again,
almost tripping up over her knickers that were still hung around her
ankles. Amidst much sobbing and crying on the part of Monica, Miss Palmer
insisted that the poor girl was to once again assume the position for
another swipe of the gym shoe.  When Monica finally managed to bend over
and assume the position, the other girls could see that the second swipe
had left a red sole mark on her other cheek.  Perfect symmetry.  Miss
Palmer strode back to her starting position and paused for a moment, eyeing
her target before breaking into a sprint.  Hearing Miss Palmer's heading
rapidly toward her, Monica tried to brace herself for the stroke that was
about to land.

   THWAAACK!!!  Monica shrieked and collapsed in a heap on the grass.  She
lay sobbing for ages as Miss Palmer waited, slapping the slipper against
her own thigh.  Monica was convinced she was going to get a fourth swat,
but Miss Palmer showed mercy.

   'There will be no more bullying will there Monica?'

   'No Miss Palmer,' sobbed Monica.

   'Very well, you may pull up your knickers now.'

   As she did so, the other girls caught sight of her bum.  The third
stroke from Miss Palmer's slipper had perfectly overlaid the other two
strokes, overlapping the crease between her bum cheeks.  Monica was unable
to sit down for the remainder of the day.  Miss Palmer earned herself the
sobriquet of 'Galloping Palmer,' after this memorable episode.

   As she recalled this vivid episode from her school days, Jennifer found
herself becoming moist between her thighs.  What in her youth had seemed
horrific now seemed strangely erotic.  Then she thought of her friend Sue,
being spanked by Miss Palmer and Sue's confession that she masturbated at
the thought of Miss Palmer pulling her knickers down for a spanking.

   Jennifer had never seriously thought of a sexual encounter with another
woman, but now the idea of being spanked by Sue became utterly compelling.
That night, as she lay in bed, her fingers gently massaging her clit,
Jennifer conjured up visions of knickers being pulled down, bottoms being
spanked and the thought of her friend Sue, playing with herself.  Jennifer
came time after time and she knew that she had to fulfil this urgent desire
that had suddenly become so important to her.  She resolved to talk to Sue
about it when they next met for coffee.

   'Your usual?' asked Sue.

   ''Of course,' replied Jennifer.

   Sue looked at the waitress and made her request.

   'Two lattes please,'

   As they sipped their coffee, Sue and Jennifer talked about this and that
and nothing in particular.  Jennifer desperately waited her chance to ask
her friend more about spanking, but somehow the ideal opportunity did not
present itself.  Jennifer knew that she could not go back home without
broaching the subject, no matter how embarrassing it might be.

   'Sue...' she began.

   'Yes, Jennifer, what is it?'

   'Well Sue, can I ask you something?'

   'Yes, you know you can.  What is it?'

   Then, blushing furiously, Jenny blurted it out, 'Sue I want to ask you
about spanking.'

   There was a long silence as Sue looked at her friend.  Jennifer knew her
face was red with embarrassment.  Then Sue replied 'Of course, ask away. 
It is my favourite topic.'

   'Well, I mean, the thing is, I suppose it does hurt quite a bit, doesn't
it, even when it is a woman doing the spanking?'

   'Yes Jenny.  Of course it stings, but it does depend on the spanker.  It
is all about technique, not brute strength.  But yes it can sting. 
Surprisingly women are just as capable of making your bum sting as a man
can.'

   'Mmm, that's what I thought, but you said it can be erotic.  Enough to
get you, well, aroused, er sexually.'

   'Yes, Jenny, that is the effect it can have on me.  I don't suppose it
works on everyone the same.'

   'Sue, I need to try it for myself.  Would you do it to me Sue?  Would
you spank my bottom.' Then, as if to justify herself, Jenny added 'It will
be an experiment, just so I can find out what it is like to be spanked by a
woman.'

   Jennifer sat thoughtfully, looking at her friend.  Unable to stand the
silence Jenny added 'Of course Sue, if you don't want to, it is OK.  Silly
of me really.

   'Of course it is not silly, Jennifer.  I will be pleased to do it.  In
fact I want to.  Here is what we will do - we will enact a role play.  I
will be Miss Palmer and you will play yourself.  I, that is Miss Palmer
will call on you at home to see you about something and whatever it is will
lead to Miss Palmer (me) spanking your bum.  There how does that sound?'

   'Sue that would be amazing.  Thank you so much.'

   'Right Jennifer, have a look through your wardrobe and try to find
something a bit school girlish.  You know, white blouse, short grey skirt,
ankle socks etc.  You will be the naughty school girl and I will be Miss
Palmer.'

   Jennifer masturbated furiously that evening in eager anticipation of the
plan they had laid.

   The next day, wearing just her bra and pants she searched her wardrobe,
looking for things that might serve to make her appear as a schoolgirl. 
She found a very short tartan skirt, that should have been consigned to the
charity shop years ago.  She had a nice cotton blouse that would easily
pass as part of a school uniform.  Then she searched her underwear drawer
for a pair of suitable knickers.  Her friend Sue had instructed her that
the selection of the right pair of knickers was crucial.  Thongs and briefs
were forbidden.  The ideal was a pair of cotton 'passion killers' in white
cotton.  Eventually Jenny found a pair that she thought would do.  It was
an old pair of cotton knickers that she used to wear for badminton.  They
had been washed so many times that the cotton had worn quite thin. 
Jennifer slipped off the knickers she was wearing and pulled on the cotton
pair.  They pulled right up to her belly button and as she glanced over her
shoulder into the mirror, she realised that they were at least one size too
small.  The material stretched over her buttocks, emphasising the crease
between her bum cheeks.  Jenny decided that these would do for the
occasion.

   Jenny woke early on the day she was expecting Sue, or should that be
Miss Palmer/ Jenny could not remember feeling so sexually aroused.  After
showering, Jenny laid out her chosen outfit and carefully put each garment
on.  The morning past so very slowly, but eventually there was a ring on
the doorbell.  With butterflies in the pit of her stomach, Jenny opened the
door for....  Miss Palmer.  Sue just looked the part so well - the trade
mark rugby shirt, jogging bottoms and white tennis shoes.  She could have
been Miss Palmer.

   Sue wasted no time on friendly preliminaries.  She was determined to get
straight into role with a speed that made Jennifer almost breathless.

   'As you know Jennifer, I am far from pleased with your slovenly attitude
in gym and I am here to buck you up young lady.  I take it that you are
prepared as we agreed?'

   'Oh, er yes, Sue.  Ooops I mean Miss Palmer.'

   'Good we will start with a dress inspection.  Now I want you stand up
straight, chin up, chest out, feet together.  Jump to it girl!' ordered
Sue.

   Jenny stood as straight as she could in front of her friend.  Sue slowly
eyed Jenny up and down.

   'Turn around girl,' she instructed.  'Mmm, not bad.  Not bad at all. 
Now lift your skirt Jennifer.  Let me see your knickers.'

   Jenny obediently raised her skirt at the back so that her friend could
see her bum encased in the tight cotton pants.

   'Good, Jennifer.  I am pleased to see you are wearing proper school
knickers.  They are a bit tight.  I think you need to lose a bit of weight,
but never the less, I am quite impressed.  Now turn around and I will
inspect them from the front.'

   Jenny turned round and lifted the front of her short tartan skirt.  Sue
studied the sight for a few moments.  'Oh Jenny what a gorgeous camel toe.'

   'Er, "camel toe," What do you mean?'

   Sue reached over and touched the front of Jenny's knickers, right on the
crotch where the material followed the contour of Jenny's labia.  Jenny
recoiled as though she has received a jolt of electricity.

   'Oh, sorry Jenny, I didn't mean to offend.'

   'No, no, it's fine Sue, honestly.  It was just a surprise you touching
me there.' Both ladies laughed as they came out of their respective roles
for a moment.

   'So Jenny, did you really not know what a camel toe is?'

   'No Sue, I didn't.  Does it look rude?'

   'Jenny it looks lovely.  It is because the pants are so thin and tight
and you have a lovely pronounced vulva.'

   Jenny blushed as her friend traced the outline of her vagina.  She found
herself enjoying the attention from her friend.

   'Mmmm, Jenny.  I think you are getting a little excited.  You are
getting just a little moist.  Anyway enough of this back into role' said
Sue, adopting her Miss Palmer persona.

   'Jenny have you done your homework?'

   'Er no, Miss Palmer.  I didn't know I had to,' protested Jenny.

   'Excuses, excuses.  I not having it Jenny.  Get over my knee right now.'

   Sue (Miss Palmer) sat on a dining chair and patted her knee, indicating
where Jenny was to place herself.

   Jenny did as instructed and placed herself over Miss Palmer's lap. 
Immediately Miss Palmer lifted Jennifer's skirt and took in the sight of
her plump bottom encased in the tight white knickers.  Miss Palmer ran her
hands over Jenny's buttocks as if testing them to decide where she should
begin.  Then, suddenly Miss Palmer lifted her hand and brought it down,
flat palmed onto Jenny's bum and quickly repeated the swipe on the other
cheek - 'Thwack, Thwack!'

   Jenny flinched slightly.  The slaps stung a little more than she
expected.  After a slight pause, Miss Palmer started to slap Jenny's bum
cheeks in staccato swipes.  After a very short while Jenny began to shuffle
and hissed her breath through clenched teeth.'

   'I seem to be getting through to you,' said Miss Palmer in a satisfied
tone of voice.  'Does it sting, Jennifer?'

   'Yes Miss Palmer.  Yes it is stinging.'

   'Well Jennifer it about to get worse, because I am going to pull these
knickers down and give it to you on the bare.' With that Miss Palmer
grasped the waist of Jenny's knickers and with some difficulty eased them
down over her bottom.

   'My, my, Jennifer, your bum is already pink.  I wonder what it will look
like after a bare bum spanking.' remarked Miss Palmer as she examined
Jennifer's bared bum.

   SLAP, SLAP SLAP......  The spanks came in quick succession spanking
Jennifer's bum cheeks in turn.  'Do you notice how different it sounds on
the bare, Jennifer?'

   'Ouch, ooh Yes Miss Palmer.  I do.  Ouch.' Jennfer wriggled and squirmed
on Miss Palmer's knee as the slaps rained down.

   Miss Palmer slapped Jennifer;s thigh, raising a red mark.  'There, now
lay still if you don't want another.' Jennifer sobbed and tried to stop
wriggling.

   Miss Palmer paused and examined Jennifer's bum.  It was starting to come
up in red blotches.  Jennifer was not used to such treatment and although
in pain from the sting in her bottom, she could feel a liquid flowing in
her loins.

   'I think that will do today, Jennifer.  Does it hurt?'

   'Yes Miss Palmer,' Jenny sobbed.

   Miss Palmer took a jar of cold cream from her bag and began to sooth it
gently into Jennifer's sore bum.  'There, that will soon begin to feel
better.'

   It did too, Jenny began to wriggle on her friend's lap making her labia
rub against Sue's jogging bottoms.  Gradually Sue, sensing her friend
needed something other than her bum rubbing, insinuated her fingers between
Jenny's thighs.  Jenny's vagina was hot and moist to the touch and Sue
eased a finger inside and began to stimulate her friend's vulva.  Then her
finger alighted on the nub of her clitoris and Jenny arched up to meet her
friend's inquisitive fingers.  She came in a torrent of juices.

   Slowly Jenny got to her feet and kissed her friend warmly.

   'What can I do for you, Sue?  Would you like me to make you a latte, or
would you prefer something else?

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