Stephanie Roberts walked into the staff room at Wellborough School and was pleased to find it empty, but then that was not so surprising given that it was the middle of the afternoon and lessons were still in train. She wanted a cup of tea, the chance to read today's paper and a change of scene from her sanatorium. She wasn't particularly busy today and welcomed a bit of down time. She made herself a cup of tea and settled down with the paper, turning inevitably to the Sudoku and the Crossword; important to keep the brain active, she told herself, to ward off dementia later in life. She enjoyed her job, especially the disciplinary element that had been quite a surprise when she joined, but which she had embraced with gusto. The June sun streamed in through the window and she was soon engrossed in the "tough" Sudoku when the door opened and in walked her friend Sally Smith, the blonde bombshell art teacher who had set many a heart a-flutter in the staff room.
"Hi Steph, legs up on the chair I see, displaying your stocking tops to any passing teacher perv with a nurse fantasy!" she said.
"Hi Sal," said Stephanie, ignoring the quip, "no lessons this afternoon?"
"Free period," replied Sally, "we art teachers aren't renowned for overwork."
"You certainly aren't, you lazy cow," said Stephanie with a grin, "Do you want a cup of tea?"
"I'd love one, and anyway you aren't anyone to talk. Dish out a few pills, put on a plaster or two and put naughty boys over your knee once a week - not to mention the occasional art teacher - it's not what I would call a high pressure role."
Stephanie got up to pour another cup from the pot and smiled as she recalled the time Sally had spied on her administering a disciplinary session and had received a sound hair-brushing on her bare bottom for her trouble. Still, she seemed to enjoy it.
"How are you getting on with the new man Sal? It's Rob isn't it? Tell me all the juicy gossip," she demanded.
"It's going well thanks. He's a nice guy, good-looking, fun to be with and he's pretty good in the sack. I call him Southern Comfort. What more could any girl want?" Sally delivered the last bit with an exaggerated southern states American accent.
Stephanie knew that joke and responded in an even more outlandish twang, "Southern Comfort? Ain't that some kinda fancy liquor?"
"That's my boy," sniggered Sally and they both laughed. "A man who's skilled with his tongue can get a long way with me. The only thing he hasn't really picked up on is my need for a good old-fashioned spanking from time to time. I've dropped hints but like most men he's useless where hints are concerned. I've thought about just coming out and telling him straight but I'd rather he stumbled on it naturally, so to speak."
Stephanie pursed her lips and looked thoughtful. "Are you doing anything this weekend? The weather looks as though it's going to be fantastic and it would be lovely to spend some time in the garden. Our girls are going to my parents for the weekend - I'm not sure who enjoys it more, the girls, their grandparents, or Nick and me. Why don't you check with Rob? It would be lovely to have you both over and perhaps we can help to solve this little roadblock of yours".
"Ooh that sounds fun," replied Sally, "I'll check with him straight away."
Saturday morning dawned clear and bright with the promise of a hot day to come. Stephanie rolled over in bed, thankful that she hadn't been woken by her daughters for once, delightful as they were, and hugged her husband Nick. "Any chance of a cup of tea?" she enquired sweetly.
"I'm still asleep," he grunted.
"I'll make it worth your while," she promised lasciviously. That always had the desired effect; it was so easy with men, she thought to herself.
Nick stumbled out of bed and went downstairs to make tea. Stephanie luxuriated in the empty bed and thought about the weekend to come. Sally and Rob would arrive about noon so she had plenty of time to brief Nick, get up and have a bath, get dressed and have breakfast. Nick knew Sally was coming and was rather pleased; Stephanie knew perfectly well he fancied her and she had caught his eyes on her deliciously cheeky backside more than once at staff social occasions. What he didn't yet know was the agenda Stephanie had planned.
Nick put the tray down with the tea and pulled the newspaper from under his arm. "My lady's request is accomplished," he said in a faux-subservient voice.
"Well pour it out then," replied Stephanie in an imperious tone, "it's no good while it's still in the pot!"
She still fancied him like mad after 10 years' marriage - he was funny, didn't take himself too seriously and was even better looking than when she had married him now that he had that little touch of grey at the temples that gave him some gravitas. He also kept fit with running, cycling and skiing such that he was only a few pounds heavier than when they had married. Nick poured two cups and got back into bed.
"So Sally and this new bloke of hers are coming over for the weekend?" he enquired rhetorically.
"Yes darling and we have a little mission to accomplish. You see Sally is really into him but he hasn't yet picked up on her desire for a bit of correctional activity. I thought we could help out with that," said Stephanie in an innocent voice.
Nick shifted in bed and his hands went below the covers to relieve the pressure of his penis against his pyjama waistband. "Oh and what exactly did you have in mind you minx?" he grinned. By way of reply Stephanie slipped both hands below the covers, eased his pyjamas down and found his rapidly stiffening penis with one hand and his testicles with the other. She rotated the thumb of her right hand over the tip, noticing the slick moistening already.
"Well the thing is darling, Sally does like a good over the knee spanking from time to time. You know us girls, we do like a man to be masterful, at least in the bedroom and I thought we could help to get the message across to Rob."
"And how do you propose to do that exactly?" her husband replied, lying back and pushing the covers below the level of his middle so that Stephanie's hands would be unconstrained in their ministrations.