Lying in bed one morning I thought about my story Bridge The Gap and wondered what it would be like if the supplicant was a girl.
I've altered the story to fit and decided to publish it.
If lesbianism isn't your thing then please pass it by.
Just a little addition.
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It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian it was her job to collect all the books that were lying around and put them back where they belonged and also to check all the computer terminals were closed down so she could turn them off.
Joan was a lady in her late fifties. She had never married and had worked in the library for almost thirty years. She was a large woman. Not fat but curvaceous. Tall with a huge chest and an equally large bottom. She was more handsome than attractive.
She always wore a grey business suit made up of a tight skirt that came down to her knees and a jacket that may have fit a few years previously but bulged in all the right places. A silk or satin blouse completed her outfit along with her ever present string of white pearls around her neck.
Most of the pupils were a little scared of her and she played on this by wearing shiny black high heels that took her height to over six feet. Her hair was constantly done up in a bun to give an even more severe effect.
As she went to check on the terminals she saw that one hadn't been closed down properly.
This wasn't uncommon but she liked to see who had been using it so she could check the ID sign on and rebuke the pupil the next time they came into the library.
'That's not like Susie Jones,' she thought. 'She's always good at closing down.'
Joan sat at the terminal and was going to set about turning it off when she noticed that Susie hadn't erased her search history.
'Well, well, well.' thought Joan. 'Susie really!'
Joan gazed at the sites that Susie had been browsing. Dominant Mature Lesbians, Mature Lesbian Authority and other mature lesbian mistress sites.
Her mind was working over time but by the time she had printed off enough material to convict Susie a plan had formed.
Eighteen years old Susie Jones was in her last few months of school. She had exams at the end of term and after the school summer holidays she was going away to university.
She lived with her widowed mother as her father had been killed in a car accident fourteen years previously. She was a petite girl, five feet tall and slim. She had blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She was a very pretty young lady.
On Friday most people left the library early except for Susie as she had some work to catch up on before the weekend.
After she had gathered her belongings she headed for the door when she heard Miss Hughes call, 'Susie, could you pop into the office for a minute please?'
Bewildered she walked over to the Library office and was met by the librarian.
'Please take a seat. I shan't be a minute,' she said.
Joan had a look around the library to make sure everyone else had left then locked the doors before returning. She thought that she could replace the books and sort out the computers later.
She had dressed for the occasion. She wore an under wired push-up bra of black satin and a black satin girdle underneath her trade mark tight grey skirt. She had on a white satin blouse that had three buttons undone showing off her impressive cleavage and shiny grey stockings held up by suspenders attached to the girdle. She had slipped off her jacket just before she called Susie into the office.
'Susie, you know it's a rule that every student has to log off and close down the computer terminals when they've finished for the day don't you?'
Susie relieved that was all it was nodded and offered her apologies and told the librarian that she would make sure to do that in future.
'Well Susie, that's not all. You see not only had you not logged off but you also hadn't cleared your browsing history on Wednesday afternoon.'
Susie was now in a state of panic trying to remember what she'd been looking at on that day.
'Let me jog your memory,' offered Joan pulling the printed screen shots out of her drawer and spreading them before the nervous young girl.
'I er I..I can explain,' she stammered.
'Oh I hope you can. I can only imagine what the Headmaster would say and do. Expulsion would be my guess and so near your exams. You'll probably have to find another school and retake the whole year.' Joan was now really turning the screw.
'Oh God,' moaned Susie with her head in her hands. 'Whatever am I going to do?'
'You could throw yourself on the Headmaster's mercy or you could...' she trailed off.
'Susie looked up. 'What? What can I do?' she asked in earnest.
Joan smiled to herself. She had her just where she wanted her.
'You could let me punish you.' she said as a matter of fact.
'Y...you punish me,' how? Asked an astonished Susie.
'Oh I think we could start with a spanking and take it from there,' replied the mature librarian. 'Or I could just telephone the Headmaster,' she declared picking up the handset.
'No. No, please don't. Ok, I agree for you to punish me,' she begged.
'As I see fit?' she asked.
Susie looked dejected and beaten.
'Yes, as you see fit,' she agreed.
'Well then. Why don't you start by taking off all your clothes?'
Susie looked at Miss Hughes who was in no mood to argue with the young lady and so she slowly began to undress.
Susie stood before the mature librarian in her tight white cotton panties with one hand in front of her crotch and the other covering her breasts.
'I said all your clothes young lady!'
With a heavy sigh Susie peeled down her knickers.
'Hands by your side!' demanded Joan.
Joan stood up and unzipped her tight grey skirt before tugging it to the floor then sat back down again on her chair.
Susie could see the librarian's girdle and suspender clasps holding up her fully fashioned stockings. She also noticed Miss Hughes wasn't wearing any panties.
Susie gasped and moaned inwardly.
The mature woman told the girl to bend over her thighs as she positioned her so that Susie's pussy was lying on her stocking covered thigh.
'Oh God,' thought Susie. 'It was only a sick fantasy. I never dreamed I would go through with it but here I am naked over a mature woman's stocking clad thighs and I'm about to be spanked.' Susie shuddered in anticipation.
The spanking started mild and sensual. Then it became a little harder. 'Open your legs,' she ordered.
