Zoe Kidd, at the age of eighteen, had changed schools due to her father uprooting her and her mother three hundred miles from their home in the North of England down to the outskirts of London. She was a pretty girl, petite with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.
The move meant more money for the family but for Zoe it was a huge culture shock. She was used to a much slower pace of life in the North and really missed her old friends.
Her parents had enrolled her in a reputable girls school and she was finding it hard to make new friends and learn the school rules.
One day after lunch she was ambling back to her classroom and talking to one of her old friends on her phone when she heard, 'Girl, what do you think you are doing?'
Zoe spun round to see the school headmistress, Cynthia Pardshaw, staring down at her.
Miss Pardshaw was in her early fifties, five feet ten in height with dark hair that she normally wore in a bun.
She had a curvaceous figure that was usually dressed in a crisp white blouse that showed off her large breasts and a dark grey skirt that clung around her ample hips. She was more handsome than beautiful and wore dark nylons with shiny black high heels that made her tower over the diminutive figure of young Zoe.
'I err..I,' stuttered Zoe on seeing Miss Pardshaw standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.
'You should know by now that phones are not allowed to be used in the school buildings. Give it to me and collect it from my office after school,' demanded the headmistress.
After the bell went at the end of the school day Zoe made her way to the headmistress's study where she politely knocked and waited.
A minute later the door opened and the headmistress bid her enter.
Zoe walked in and the headmistress closed and locked the door.
'As you are new here I will give you the benefit of the doubt with regard to breaching school rules, however you will need to be punished,' stated Miss Pardshaw.
'Bu..but..' stammered Zoe.
'No buts young lady. I can't be seen to be going soft on my pupils. Girls will have seen you chatting on the phone and then when I confiscated it. You must be punished.'
The headmistress went over to her sofa and sat in the middle and told Zoe to come over to her.
Zoe approached Miss Pardshaw with trepidation before she was pulled over the older woman's lap and her skirt was raised. In one motion Zoe's panties were removed and thrown on the floor.
The headmistress maneuvered Zoe into a position where she had access to her cute little bottom.
The first smack stung and Zoe yelped. The next five came in sharp repetition and stung equally as hard.
The older woman could hear Zoe's breathing become laboured as she squirmed on her lap.
She started to caress the young girls bottom. When her fingers dipped between Zoe's cheeks and grazed across her tight rosebud Zoe gasped but seem to grind her crotch into the headmistress's thighs even more.
Miss Pardshaw once again let her fingers move between the cheeks of her arse but this time she slowly ran them over Zoe's little hole. Zoe let out a groan and humped the headmistress even harder.
Not wanting to scare the girl she told Zoe to stand and get dressed. As Zoe was doing this she took the offending phone out of her drawer and handed it back to her.
'Bring it to me in the morning before you start your class and I'll return it to you again after school,' said the headmistress.
Zoe coyly took her phone and left.
The next morning Zoe was shown into the headmistresses study.
'Well, Miss Kidd, how is your bottom today?' asked the headmistress as she walked towards her.
'Why don't I have a look? she said as she stood behind Zoe and lifted her school skirt up.
Miss Pardshaw slipped her hand down the back of Zoe's white school standard cotton panties and started to fondle her bum. This time she let her fingers move down beneath Zoe's bottom and round to find an extremely wet pussy. She stroked between her lips causing Zoe to shudder and moan.
'Everything seems to be fine. Now, hand me your phone and you can collect it after school tonight.'
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Zoe. She couldn't stop wondering what the headmistress had planned for her. Soon it was time to find out.
The headmistress let Zoe into her room and again locked the door. Zoe could see that all the blinds had been closed so no one could see in. She was both nervous and excited.
'Take all your clothes off please,' ordered the headmistress.
Zoe just stared in disbelief.
'I said now!' barked the headmistress. 'Or do you want me to rip them off you myself?'
Slowly Zoe undressed until she was standing in only her tiny white panties.
'Shy are we?' asked the headmistress as she stood and glared at the young girl.
The headmistress walked up to Zoe and placed one of her hands on her breast, the other hand went behind her head.
The headmistress pulled Zoe's face up to hers and kissed her deep on the lips as she forced her tongue into the young girls mouth, at the same time squeezing her nipple.
Zoe moaned with lust as she was being fondled by the older woman.
Miss Pardshaw slipped her hand down the front of Zoe's white cotton panties and caressed her now wet pussy.
Zoe moaned into the headmistresses mouth as the older lady's tongue pushed deep inside.
Miss Pardshaw broke the kiss and looked Zoe in the eye, daring her to look away as she found her clitoris and began to stroke it causing Zoe to groan. At the same time her other hand dipped into the back of Zoe's panties and began stroking her bum hole. Zoe gulped and gasped as no one had ever played with her like that, especially a woman almost old enough to be her grandmother.
'Oh God,' Zoe cried. 'Please!'
'Please what girl? Please stop?' asked the headmistress still looking into Zoe's eyes as she continued to frig her.
A finger slipped into Zoe's pussy causing her to moan.
She kept rubbing her clit with her thumb as she finger fucked the girl.
