Mrs H Disciplines Stephanie Again

Chapter 3 of Friends Investigate

Stephanie walked up the path to Mrs H's house, carrying her college bag, and rang the doorbell. The stern looking Mrs H opened the door and waited for Stephanie to walk through into the hallway before closing the door behind her. Once closed she demanded, "You are supposed to be at college, young lady."

Stephanie replied, falling immediately into her naughty daughter mode, "Sorry, mum, but it's only netball practice and I really can't be bothered."

Mrs H said sternly, "So in fact you've bunked off college, have you, young lady?"

Stephanie loved the stern role-play tone of voice that Mrs H used whenever she called, which was now at least once a week. It was always role-play, like today when she said she had bunked off college because she had no desire to be in the netball team. The real reason was that she did enjoy coming here and being disciplined as naughty daughters should be, even those who are nineteen-years-old.

Mrs H was up for disciplining Stephanie, and had now done so for several weeks. She knew the reasons were made up, but just as Stephanie got aroused being the bratty daughter so she got aroused role-playing being the strict maternal disciplinarian.

Stephanie always came in her college dress of a green and white gingham check short-sleeved dress with a white belt. She knew that she didn't stay dressed very long, once in the house, but the college dress always made her feel younger than when she wore her skimpy vest tops with her bare midriff and shorts, and Mrs H always liked to see her in the dress.

Mrs H ordered, "Right then, young lady, as you've bunked off college you have earned yourself a seriously hard spanking. Go into the living room, get undressed, and then sit on the couch with your legs crossed so I can inspect you to make sure that you are still fully waxed."

Stephanie replied a contrite but respectful, "Yes, mum," and then went into the living room and put her college bag down on the floor against one of the armchairs. She then unzipped her dress and slid it down her arms right down to the floor, catching her knickers on the way, stepped out of both items of clothing, bent down and scooped them up, folded the dress and then put both items of clothing on the armchair. She then put her arms behind your back and unclipped her bra, letting it slide down your arms, catching it, folding it, and putting it with her other clothes.

Knowing she was naked, but feeling quite comfortable about that given what was going to happen, she did glance across at the dining table and saw so many friends of hers. She called them friends, but each one was so horrid to her every one they were used to spank her. There was the thick wooden-backed hairbrush, the thick wooden paddle, the wooden paddle with holes which hurt particularly badly, the leather belt, and the leather slippers. It was always up to Mrs H to decide which implement to use on her, but they were always all laid out on the dining table for when Stephanie arrived.

Stephanie then went and sat on the sofa, crossing her legs so her hairless pussy was on show, and, folding her arms behind her back, watched as Mrs H made her way over to her and sat on the sofa as well.

Mrs H loved to see Stephanie naked because that was always the forerunner to giving her a spanking. It just seemed right that as she was the mum she should be fully dressed whilst Stephanie the bratty daughter had no clothes on, and she had to admit to enjoying studying her daughter. She had lovely light brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, fabulous brown eyes that looked so contrite just then, gorgeous pert breasts and she smiled when she saw that her nipples were already taut. She had no tummy to talk of, and then Mrs H looked at her inner thighs and stretched pussy, which she focused on and saw that Stephanie was still obediently properly waxed. However, she could never resist placing her hand on Stephanie's thigh and rubbing up and down a few times and then running her fingers along Stephanie's stretched hairless pussy lips knowing that Stephanie would catch her breath and her nipples became even more taut.

Knowing that Stephanie was getting more and more aroused, Mrs H always enjoyed it when saying sternly, "Bunking off college is really naughty," as she raised her hand and brought her palm down really hard on Stephanie's inner thigh and saw the pain etched across her face, and even then Stephanie stayed obediently in place.

Mrs H kept the stern look on her face as she placed her hand back on Stephanie's thigh and rubbed up and down gently again, knowing that Stephanie never knew whether she would get another smack or not. At least she didn't know until she saw, as happened now, her hand was raised again and saw Stephanie prepare herself for what was a second really hard smack on the same thigh.

Stephanie gasped with the pain, but knew she was here to submit to whatever punishment her role-play mum decided she deserved for bunking off college.

Mrs H was happy that the two hard smacks set the tone, but as she quite often said to Stephanie that she did have two gorgeous legs that simply begged to be smacked, it was only right that she did smack her legs. Then, she said sternly, "Right, young lady, get up and come with me to the dining area so I can put you across my lap."

Stephanie did as she was told and as she watched her mum stand up so she followed her to the dining area. She waited as Mrs H looked at the range of implements on the dining table, and having made a decision she then picked up the paddle with the holes in it.

Mrs H then turned one of the dining chairs into the room and sat down, and placed the paddle on the floor, which Stephanie knew was in just the right position that would mean that when she was across Mrs H's lap, looking at the floor, the paddle would be just inches away from her eyes. She would quite often be looking at that paddle even as the spanks rained down on her bottom, all the time knowing that once the hand spanking was done that the paddle was going to be used dozens of times and the holes would leave pain-filled bruises that would make it so difficult for her to sit down comfortably for at least the rest of the day and tomorrow.

Initially Mrs H was quite happy just spanking Stephanie's bottom with her hand. However, she got the feeling that Stephanie was finding it too easy, and so brought into play these implements, one at a time. It was clear that Stephanie found them more and more difficult to deal with compared to her hand, but still she came back time and again, and they had even discussed which implement she found the most painful. Mrs H explained that she would give many more spanks with the leather slippers than she would with the hairbrush, and less still with the paddles. However, it didn't take long for Stephanie to cope with all of the implements, and Mrs H found that she was increasing the number of times she spanked each of them down onto Stephanie's bottom.

It continued to be the case that Stephanie had no safe word and had to accept however many spanks Mrs H decided to give her. However, she knew that Mrs H, being a teacher as well as role-playing the maternal role, pushed her to her limits, and did keep on spanking her even after she was crying uncontrollably, but never went too far. That was why Stephanie kept coming back knowing that the spankings would be longer and harder, but finding that afterwards, as much as her bottom and legs stung, she still got so aroused.

Stephanie heard Mrs H order, "Right, young lady, get across my lap."

Stephanie looked down at Mrs H's lap and was happy that once again her dress had ridden up so that she would be lying across her bare thighs. She had bare legs as well, and so, knowing that having her tummy lying across Mrs H's bare lap was always an added bonus. Feeling increasingly tense, she lowered herself downwards, balancing with her hands on the far side of the chair, and then lowered herself fully to the floor, catching her fall with her hands, and having that close-up look of the wooden paddle with the holes in it, and then feeling Mrs H's hand rubbing her bottom in circles, she knew exactly why she kept coming to see her role-play week after week.

As Mrs H rubbed Stefanie's bottom she looked at the back of her head and said sternly, "I hope this will teach you not to bunk off college, young lady."

Stephanie was always contrite when scolded like this, and replied whist still looking at the paddle, "Sorry, mum."

Stephanie then looked at the backs of Mrs H's upside down bare legs, and when she saw her calf muscles tense she knew Mrs H's hand was on its way down to her bottom, and next moment felt her hand landed so painfully on her bottom, and, as usual, she gasped with the stinging pain. Of course, those first spanks were always the easiest to deal with, as she was spanked on alternate bottom cheeks for what seemed like an age. However, as the pain built up, as it always did, she knew that the pain caused the most amazing feelings to bounce around her vagina, and couldn't understand why anyone actually hated being spanked. Of course, the spanking did always hurt, as it was supposed to, and was therefore still a most effective punishment, but afterwards she just got so aroused and gave herself tremendous orgasms even as her bottom stung so much.

Mrs H always enjoyed watching Stephanie's bottom flatten as she landed each spank, and then as she lifted her hand away so Stephanie's bottom cheek would bounce back up and swirl around, just as she landed her hand on the other bottom cheek. She was so happy landing spank after spank, knowing that her own knickers would be so damp by the time she finished spanking Stephanie, but then they both got so much erotic joy, Mrs H by giving the spanking, and Stephanie by receiving it.

After several minutes spanking each bottom cheek alternately Mrs H changed to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row, and saw Stephanie's bottom cheeks were turned darker and darker shades of red much more quickly and how Stephanie's gasps got louder and louder.

Once Mrs H was happy with how red she had turned both bottom cheeks she then did the same to the backs of both of Stephanie's legs. She spanked her legs from the sit spot to halfway down the thighs turning both legs bright red, just as she had turned both bottom cheeks, and made Stephanie cry, which Mrs H found very sexy. Mrs H knew that she was taking on the equivalent of the maternal disciplinary role, but that was role-play, and that never stopped her getting so aroused as she made the spanking as pain-filled as she could, knowing that Stephanie wanted that as well.

Once Mrs H was happy with the colour of the backs of Stephanie's legs she glared at the back of her head and ordered, "Right, young lady, pass me up the paddle."

Stephanie heard the instruction and, when she opened her eyes, she knew that her vision would be blurred and she would only see the outline of the paddle. That was my Mrs H put the paddle on the floor so close to her face so that all she had to do was scrabble around and easily pick the paddle up even with her blurred vision, and, as she squirmed around and looked up, she said, between sobs "Here it is, mum," and handed the paddle to her.

Mrs H took hold of the paddle, and patted Stephanie's bottom a couple of times with it to prepare her for the pain to come, and then raised her arm and brought the paddle down with a loud thwack across both bottom cheeks.

Mrs H knew the holes in the paddle meant that after just a few spanks with the paddle Stephanie's bottom cheeks would no longer be the same red colour, and as expected the blue bruising built up. She kept on spanking Stephanie's bottom with the paddle, sometimes across both bottom cheeks but other times just spanking one bottom cheek at a time, and each time Stephanie let out louder and louder gasps as she squirmed around on her lap, but quite noticeably made herself stay in place.

The first few times Stephanie was spanked with one of the implements she asked herself how she could possibly want to do this. However, now, whilst it was almost impossible to cope with, she knew that the effect on her afterwards was something so erotically exceptional, so she lay there each time wanting to know whether an even harder spanking would make those feelings even more erotic. Either way, it was certainly worthwhile acting as though she was bunking off college and coming to see Mrs H, and being spanked every time to experience those incredibly pain-filled feelings once again.

Mrs H knew she could always give Stephanie at least fifty spanks with the paddle, and she found that by the time she was finished she was actually feeling so relaxed even though Stephanie was crying uncontrollably. After all, it was role-playing maternal discipline, so as it would be normal to be stressed by the time you order your daughter across your lap, the whole idea was to make the spanking really hard so your daughter regretted whatever she had done, whilst you were supposed to become more relaxed because your authority was again imposed, and you were giving a well deserved punishment. So, as Mrs H got to the last few spanks with the paddle she made sure they were harder than the earlier ones, and felt really comfortable with the louder and louder yelps that Stephanie let out.

Once the spanks stopped Stephanie knew she could continue to lie across Mrs H's lap as she tried to recover. It was actually a great place to be to cry uncontrollably, because although her vision was far too blurred to see anything or anyone around her, she still had the feeling of being upside down and so in a very submissive position with her bottom still unprotected. She also knew that Mrs H could at any moment decide to add some spanks to her punishment, but that was no reason to get up any sooner because she enjoyed the fact that Mrs H was in total control of her.

Mrs H watched as Stephanie continued to cry uncontrollably, although that did eventually reduce and turned into sobs, but she loved the feel of having her across her lap, and knew she could, if she wanted to, add another dozen or two spanks with the paddle. However, Stephanie had behaved really obediently once across her lap, even though she knew she was suffering so much pain, so she decided she was now a good girl again, and in any case was very happy with the spanking she had given her.

After a few more moments of savouring Stephanie's bright red and bruised blue bottom cheeks, she said, "Okay, Stephanie, you can get up now. However, stand and face me with your hands on your head."

As Stephanie eased herself up from Mrs H's lap she knew she still had to obey every instruction she was given, and wanted to. Being a naughty girl had so many benefits compared to being the maternal disciplinarian, at least in her view. All she had to do was obey every instruction and lie across Mrs H's lap and take every spank, knowing that later on she would give herself so many fabulous orgasms. On the other hand, Mrs H had to use so much energy to make sure that she gave her a hard enough spanking.

Stephanie reckoned that maybe that was why, when she spanked Melissa those few weeks ago, she didn't enjoy it, and to be fair neither did Melissa when she gave her a spanking. Of course, it was lucky that Mrs H did enjoy giving a spanking because otherwise she would still be trying to work out what being spanked on a regular basis was like. Now she had that experience she was pretty desperate to continue the relationship, although fortunately Mrs H felt the same.

So, Stephanie did stand up and turned and looked down at the blurred outline of Mrs H, and she put her hands firmly on top of her head and waited for the further instructions which she knew were coming.

Mrs H waited for Stephanie to stand up and place her hands on her head and was pretty sure that her vision was blurred, certainly judging from the tears that were still streaming down her face, and ordered, "I hope you have done the lines I told you to do, Stephanie, last time. Have you?"

Stephanie was still sobbing and sniffing back tears as she replied, "Yes, mum, all one hundred lines. They are in my bag."

Mrs H smiled knowing that Stephanie had to be really careful when she wrote those lines, always doing so in a coffee bar rather than at home, and probably having to look out for anyone who might come over and check on what she was writing. After all, how would she explain why she was doing lines that said, "I deserved yet another spanking."

Mrs H ordered, "Then get them for me, girl."

Stephanie walked towards the armchair where she had put her bag and was glad that her vision was clearing enough so that she could see it. She picked it up, undid the zip, and took out the four pieces of paper on which the lines were written. She then turned and walked back to Mrs H, handed the papers to her, and then put her hands back on top of her head.

Mrs H glanced at the lines and said, "I will check them in time for your next visit. You didn't make any mistakes last time and I don't expect any mistakes this time, and you will be doing another one hundred lines for me for next week."

Stephanie knew she was very careful when she did the lines because every mistake would earn her six spanks with the paddle. She also didn't mind getting another hundred lines because she somehow found it was so submissive writing exactly the same words over and over again, even at the coffee bar, and she always took a photograph of them as a permanent record, and a reminder the day before coming here again of the authority she had given Mrs H over her.

Mrs H was satisfied that Stephanie was going to do the lines and would be coming back next week, and so ordered, "Okay, go to the bathroom and wash your face and then go to the second bedroom and stay there for thirty minutes, and wait there for me to come up and get you."

Stephanie replied, still sniffing back tears, "Yes, mum," and then turned and walked out of the living room and went upstairs to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror at her face and saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, and smiled because she loved that look on herself, at least in the privacy of the bathroom or when standing in front of Mrs H. She then turned and looked at her bottom and again smiled because that was the sight that she now came to expect after being disciplined by Mrs H.

Once Stephanie had savoured the sight of both her tear-stained face and bright red and blue-bruised bottom cheeks, and red legs, she set about washing her face to remove the tears. She didn't have any make-up on because she wasn't allowed to wear make-up at college in any case and so it was much easier to tidy herself up. She was also happy that she was still naked as she left the bathroom and walked along the corridor to the second bedroom and she went in and closed the door behind herself, and then went and lay on the bed. As soon as she was there, she eased her hands between her legs, thankful there were no knickers to deal with, and ran her fingers up and down her extremely wet pussy lips, edging inside, and flicking her taut clit, and quickly brought herself to a huge orgasm.

Of course, she kept fingering herself and, this time more slowly, brought herself to an even more intense orgasm, and knew that she had enough time before Mrs H came to get her for several more delicious orgasms, and set about fingering herself again.

Stephanie was smiling even as her bottom and legs stung so much, and so adored her role-play mum, and thought how much more fun it would be if they actually lived together. Would that ever happen, she wondered, and hoped for.

Downstairs, Mrs H was happy that Stephanie would stay in the second bedroom and out of earshot as she sat down on the dining chair, eased her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers and pushed them right down to the floor, scooped them up and put them on the chair next to her. She then parted her legs and eased her fingers up and down her very wet pussy lips, and very quickly brought herself to an orgasm.