3 comments/ 46318 views/ 4 favorites The Note Home Ch. 01 By: lesliejones [All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Readers offended by descriptions of bodily functions should not read further.] Once more, with love to Megs The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she still insisted on doing that and she responded, "Allison, so long as you behave like a younger girl and act up in class, I will treat you as I would a middle-schooler and send behavior reports home." That day, she caught me passing a note to my best friend Jana and told me in a loud voice in front of the whole class that I would get a U in Conduct for the day and she was writing a note home to my mother. Nobody laughed, which at least was a blessing, because they all knew it could happen to them. Miss Steele was probably only in her late 20s, ten years older than we in her class were, but she affected an older style, with her crisp white blouses, auburn hair worn in a bun, and dark grey flannel skirts, worn with seamed hose and smart pumps. I knew for sure that she would also telephone my mother, just in case I had any idea of trying to forget to deliver the horrible note. I already was preparing myself mentally for the humiliating scene which would follow, and the worse one tomorrow when my classmates would grin and ask me how my evening at home had gone. My mother was quite active in parent groups at the high school, so she had met Miss Steele. The English teacher had mentioned to her that she had found it very effective to send notes home when students misbehaved. My mother said she remembered that from her own school days and smiled as she said it wasn't a pleasant memory, but she conceded that it had succeeded in making her behave better in class. She urged Miss Steele to send a note home with me whenever the teacher felt I had not behaved as I should. There was of course a ritual connected with the note home, as there seemed to be with everything Miss Steele did. You had to come back to her classroom at the end of the day and wait there with any other unfortunates who were in the same position you were. The attractive teacher would sit behind her desk and you could see her writing with her fountain pen on her special pink stationery—all very feminine. The contents, however, would result when read by your mother in your backside being bared for a particularly humiliating spanking. The worst of it was that Miss Steele did not show you the note before she very ceremoniously sealed it. My mother also did not show it to me nor did she read it. This led me to wonder incredibly hard what the English teacher had said that riled my mother so much when it came time for her to discipline me at home for what the note reported. I was walking home with Jana when she asked me why I didn't try to unseal the note and read it before I got home. "Jana," I said with a cry, "Mom will absolutely destroy my bottom if she finds I've opened the note." As she persisted I reached into my bag and pulled out the small pink envelope with my mother's name written on it in a graceful hand. This miserable little note would cause me such pain. I managed to unseal the flap so I could re-seal it and carefully extracted the note. Jana and I were both creaming in our panties, I was sure (about her because she usually confessed it to me), as I began to open the note and read it aloud: "My Dear Margaret, "I am so sorry to be forced to advise you that Allison has again been misbehaving in class. I caught her today passing notes, which is something I told her was a naughty habit that normally ceased after middle school. I would not presume to suggest how you deal with this, but if it were my decision, some young lady's panties would be taken down for a good bare-bottom spanking and perhaps some added discipline in your discretion. "Regretfully, "/s/ Linda "Linda Steele (Miss)" I shuddered as I carefully re-folded the note and re-inserted it in the pink envelope and even more carefully attempted to re-seal it so it looked untouched. I had done a pretty good job, or so I thought. Jana was no longer teasing me and she bid me good night as she turned off toward her home and told me she hoped my rear end didn't burn too much. *** I should have realized the moment I walked in the door that my mother would be ready for me. Our modern age meant that even a young teacher who loved traditions as much as Miss Steele did would alert her conspirators, like my mother, by the advanced mechanism of e-mail. "Allison," my mother called, "come here. I need to speak with you." She was sitting in her favorite arm chair as I strode into the living room. I could see she had been alerted because she was wearing a severe outfit: white sleeveless blouse, black skirt, seamed hose, and pumps. "I understand you got into a bit of trouble with Miss Steele," she said calmly. "Yes, mom," I replied, knowing it made no sense to deny anything. "Here's her note. Of course, all I did was pass a note to Jana." "You know, young lady," my mother intoned, "that Miss Steele doesn't put up with that kind of naughtiness. I'm really surprised at you doing that there, and you all of 18 years old now." I cringed because I knew what was happening next. "Go to your room and put on your punishment outfit," my mother said. "Then return here and we'll deal with this little situation." "Aw, please, Mom," I made one last effort to forestall this supremely humiliating treatment. "Not that again. I'm too old for that." "Nonsense," she said firmly. "You go put that on and be quick about it or there will be extras." I went to my room, opened the closet and took down the horrible pink dress, the one with the tutu-like skirt that puffed up and was so short that my panties would be on display, from the shelf. As was required, I took off my regular undies and put on the awful little girl ones, the ones with the ducks on them, and they were so tight, too, they pressed right into my coochie. Then I had to put on the pink leggings that only came up to my knees and put my hair in pigtails. Lastly, I put on the shameful childish MaryJanes and buckled the little straps. "My, my," my mother cooed when she saw me, "you look all of 13 years old, Allison." She loved it when I was made to dress up so childishly, and it was even worse because I was denied permission to keep my bra on underneath the awful pink dress. She tapped her fingers on her lap and I knew it was time to get across her lap for the inevitable. She flipped up my little skirt, the tutu-like part of the dress, and carefully took down the miserably tight panties. Now my large exposed rear was on full display. I knew that worse could happen now...and it did. Mom put her fingers on my anal opening and I felt the glycerin suppository slide into my rear channel. This of course was even more humiliating because by the time she was through with me, I would need to go in the worst way. "That is to get all the naughtiness out of you, Allison," she said, using her favorite expressions. Then she started spanking me as if I were still a 10-year-old, which is how I felt. You may think a spanking is no big deal but my mother has a hard hand and loves to keep slapping my poor bum cheeks until they get rosy and then fiery red. I lost track of the number—fortunately, this wasn't a time when she made me keep count—and then I even lost my voice and couldn't yell any more. Finally it ended but she told me to stand up and go bend over the end of the couch. Then the doorbell rang. This had never happened before. None other than Miss Steele walked in, seeing my bare red ass bent over the couch! "Ah, Margaret," she said with a nasty light tone to her voice, "I see you have begun to punish the naughty girl already. Thank you so much for inviting me to witness the proceedings. Allison, I hope this makes you think twice about misbehaving the way you seem to enjoy doing in my class." Now I was really embarrassed. Miss Steele was seeing what she lacked the authority to do and I worried that my mother would let her punish me here. And then that was just what happened. Mom handed Miss Steele the thin cane that Mom used so effectively and said, "Linda, perhaps you would like to give this naughty girl a few strokes with my cane to smarten her up a bit." Miss Steele proceeded to cane me like an expert. She fired stinger after stinger across my red bottom, at the top, middle, and bottom of the bottom and criss-cross, which hurts the most, of course. I could tell she was loving it but from my view all I could see bent over was her dark seamed stockings, which made her seem older than her late 20s. Finally, it ended. Mom thanked Miss Steele and said I could stand up and pull up my panties. I hesitated but not for long. Pulling up the little girl panties hurt like holy hell. They were tight anyway and the spanking had not only made my backside horridly sore but also made it tender and expanded it. I grimaced. Then I had a really really terrible feeling. That feeling that you get when you need to go. Like big-time: doing Number Two. I couldn't waste time. "Mom," I said, with a face as red as my bottom, "I...you know...I need to be excused now." "Linda," my mother explained to the now-fascinated English teacher, "I usually administer a suppository before a naughty girl's spanking so this is the result." "Allison," she intoned, "you know what I require now. Go get the wooden child's potty, which you will use her in front of Miss Steele." I cringed but left to get it before I had an accident in the little panties. Miss Steele was grinning at my mother and assuring her she wouldn't be offended by witnessing my use of the potty in front of her. The miserable bitch probably loved every second of it. I came back with the potty and my mother motioned to me to take down my pants and sit on it. I now felt about four years old. It didn't take long for me to emit some embarrassing bowel sounds and then I did my business in the potty. I asked permission to wipe and my mother beckoned me to come over to her, using her forefinger. This meant that she would take some toilet tissue she had there and as I bent in front of her and held my bottom cheeks apart, she ceremoniously wiped my anal opening and deposited the soiled tissue in a plastic bag. Finally this humiliation ended and I was told to thank Miss Steele for disciplining me so well. I managed to get the words out and Miss Steele condescendingly told me she was sure that I would improve my behavior after this imposition. "Well, if she doesn't, Linda," my mother responded, "all you need to do is send me another note home." The Note Home Ch. 02 [Everyone in this story is 18 or over. Those offended by bodily functions should not proceed further.] Once more, with great affection, for Megs and Jen Andrea Creighton had been teaching history to seniors at the high school for only a few weeks when she found herself in a conversation with Linda Steele, an English teacher who was about the same age as Andrea, but who had been at the school for three years and seemed to know her way around. Andrea had gotten into the habit of chatting with Linda almost every day or so in the women teachers' lounge. They both had needed to get a nice cup of coffee down before facing their pupils for another day. "I've been meaning to ask you about how I should deal with a boy in my class who is continually surly and makes nasty remarks quite frequently in my 6th period Modern History class," Andrea asked Linda. "I know I could send him to the principal, or the assistant principal, I suppose, but I get the idea that those people don't want to be bothered and actually are more likely to get annoyed with me for bothering them and not handling this myself." Linda could see that her friend Andrea was coming close to hitting the breaking point. Discipline was quite lax at the high school and teachers who were young and attractive like Andrea and Linda would seem to be obvious targets for those pupils who wished to disrupt classes and in general, make pests of themselves. "You know, Linda, I never thought I would say this," Andrea observed, very deliberately, "but I, as you know, spent several years at a private—we called them public but no matter—school in England where even girls still got the cane on our bare bottoms if we got out of line. Of course, now that's over and done with there, too. It surely would do some pupils here a world of good, though." Linda nodded her agreement and began thinking that her friendship with Andrea might present more exciting possibilities. The young English teacher felt her panty crotch get wet just from Andrea's mentioning the use of the cane on her bare bottom. Linda did not even have to visualize the enticing bare bottom of her friend taking a nice hard stinging caning. She had already been able to exercise her dominant tendencies on several boyfriends and looked forward now to a fascinating exploration of this hitherto unknown side of her newer friend, Andrea. Andrea noticed that Linda seemed to perk up when the subject of caning was mentioned. She had not liked the practice when it existed for her in reality as an always-looming threat. But she longed for the power that her teachers in England had to put a quick stop to any bad behavior in class with merely an instruction to step forward, lift your skirt or lower your trousers, and bend over for the cane on your bare bum. "Yes, Andrea," Linda finally responded, "it's too bad that we can't do that. I think I'd even give up a week's vacation for that authority but in today's world, it's not going to happen. I do have a suggestion for you. This is a practice that also goes back a ways in this country, when teachers were a far more respected segment of the community. "When a pupil consistently misbehaves in my class, rather than enter a failing grade in Conduct, which will only stir up today's hyper-concerned parents," Linda began, "I send a little note home to the pupil's mother, or if there is none, the father. When I was in school myself, that 'note home' as it came to be called, made even the most resistant pupils improve their attitudes." "How do you make sure it gets there?" Andrea asked. "Today, these kids would have no compunction about just tossing your note, I would think." "Ah," Linda smiled, "I've thought that through, too. Not only do I require that the note be returned with a signature but I use the e-mail address the school now has in the personal pupil files to which we teachers have access, so that the mother even knows to expect the note, and will make sure that appropriate steps are taken, especially if the pupil denies knowledge of it." "Do you use a form?" Andrea inquired, still unsure about this new approach. "Oh no," Linda grinned, confidently. "I make it very feminine and personal, using my own pale pink or light blue note-paper with my fountain pen, so that even if the mother is not one to write little lady-like notes, she will appreciate what message I am conveying and my seriousness." "Can I try to write one right now?" Andrea quickly pleaded. "I want something to happen today to get this miserable boy back into line. Linda, let me draft it and you tell me if it gets the job done?" Linda smiled and told Andrea she would be delighted to look at her note. Andrea took out her pen and started writing on a sheet of plain paper. "When you've looked at this," she said, "I'll put it on the nice note-paper I have, with my good old Waterman." Soon she handed her effort to the English teacher, feeling only slightly like a pupil herself again. Linda looked it over carefully and grinned as she rendered her judgment to Andrea: "Andrea, this is just perfect. I will be truly surprised if it doesn't do the trick in this situation." She handed the draft back to Andrea. Later, when she had a free hour, Andrea sat at her desk, took out her own pale green note-paper, and wrote the note to James Stephens's mother out with care: "My Dear Mrs. Stephens, "I am most apologetic about bothering you at all, but the behavior of your son James in my class has become intolerable. He disrupts the class, annoys other pupils, and, in general, makes a complete pest in his wasting all of our time, including his own. "I am writing in the hope that you may take whatever steps you think are appropriate to correct this difficult situation. "Please sign this note and have him return it to me to indicate that you have received it. I have also sent this to you by e-mail, in case James should seek to avoid delivering it to you. "Most sincerely, "Andrea Creighton (Miss)" Just before the end of 6th period History, Andrea called James to the front of the class. Speaking calmly to him, so that she would not be overheard, she told him she was giving him a note to take home to his mother. "You've got to be kidding," James exclaimed, so all could hear. "I am not," Andrea replied sternly. "And there will be consequences if this note is not delivered to her when you get home. I would strongly suggest that you do what you are told." James gave her a look as if to say that she might as well be living on Mars, but he took the envelope and put it in his pocket. Andrea used her next break to send an e-mail to Mrs. Stephens, telling her that she had sent a note home with James. She did not disclose the contents of the note, assuming that that would provide just the right amount of curiosity on the part of James's mother to ask her son for the note if he did not offer it up right away upon arriving home. James was now afraid of what might happen when he got home. He knew that his mother would not take kindly to whatever the teacher had written about him. He never had anticipated that the teacher would be so bold as to write to his mother like this. Behind his façade of bravura, he was already feeling queasy about what might be his fate that very evening. What would happen if his mother decided to take this up with his father? He looked at the note in its small green envelope. The stationery looked so feminine and yet the paper was far too thick and opaque for him to read what was inside. The fine hand of Andrea Creighton had written only the addressee's name on the front of the envelope. James knew he couldn't dare try to unseal it. He figured he had better just get ready to take whatever was coming. That was not long in happening. James got home to find his mother and father sitting in the living room in what was, for them, an unusual posture. They were unsmiling and staring at him. Before he could say a word, his mother put her hand out to receive what she expected him to hand over. When he did just that, his father merely said quietly, "I want to hear what stupid thing you have done this time to embarrass us with your teacher." This was not looking good at all, James thought. He watched as their faces both became grim in appearance. "James," his mother said, "you know that I've warned you to behave in school before. Apparently, you are worse than ever." "Aw, ma," he replied, "this teacher is just a young stuck-up bitch. She went to school in England even though she's a Yank so she acts like she's God's gift to us." "I don't care how she acts," his mother answered firmly. "I'm just concerned with your behavior." Carol Stephens was in her early 40s and clearly capable of enforcing her will on her son, who resembled her in his strong sense of self if not her well-implanted attitude of responsibility. "Get over here right now," she said, tapping her foot. James knew he had better not test her now because the consequences would be most unwelcome. He obeyed her order and the following one to lower his pants. "And your underpants, too," Carol intoned. James's father watched as his wife imposed the discipline. He agreed entirely with her but was always amazed at her ability to take firm action. He recalled of course that she was just as dominant in the bedroom. "Aw, ma, don't spank me," James whined. "I'm not a little kid anymore." Paying particular attention to James's not at all diminutive male equipment on display, Carol smiled and said, "No, you're not. So you'd better learn to start acting your age." She patted her lap in the time-honored signal for him to lie across it. Once he had, she began spanking with hard slaps in regular rhythm. No one needed to show Carol Stephens how to spank a bad boy. "And if I hear any more of this, James," she announced while still spanking him with emphasis, "I will have your older sister punish you here and maybe even invite this teacher to watch." James cringed. This was becoming even more of a nightmare than he had ever imagined. When it was over, Carol informed him that he could go to his room and get into bed. "You will go to bed early tonight, without any lights on, and without supper," she declared. Then she sat down at her own lovely inlaid desk and began writing a note in response to the teacher's note. "Dear Miss Creighton, "I am most distraught that you should have felt the need to advise me of James's awful behavior. Please understand that I have taken steps per your suggestion to deal with this problem. "I would look forward to an opportunity to discuss this matter in future should you feel that my involvement to date has not caused James's behavior to improve satisfactorily. "My daughter Gloria is a senior who was in your class last year. I hope you will feel free to mention any further problems to her and she will let me know so I can act appropriately. "Cordially, "/s/ Carol "Carol Stephens" James returned to school much chastened and made sure to deliver both the signed note from Miss Creighton and his mother's response to the history teacher. She smiled as she appreciated the cause of James's new-found shyness. James seemed to have decided to behave for at least a few days. The next week, Miss Creighton caught him texting on his cell phone during class and held him after class to warn him about his conduct. "Don't make me contact your mother again, James," she advised in a calm tone. The boy nodded but Andrea realized she had likely made no impression. Later that day, she ran into his sister Gloria in the hall. Gloria was one of the school's top students and quite a popular girl as well, especially as she was a cheerleader. "Gloria," Miss Creighton called. "Do you have a minute?" "Yes, Miss Creighton," the tall blonde replied with a smile. "I miss your class this year—it was great." Andrea smiled back and said, "Your mom said I should speak to you if James continued to misbehave in my class, which he has." Gloria frowned, "That little jerk is going to get it but good. Mom was furious when he acted up so much as to require you to write to her. I'll get back to you when I tell her." The next day, Gloria stopped by Miss Creighton's classroom. "Hi Miss Creighton," the cheery senior said. "Mom asked me to see you and invite you to stop by today, around five, is that o.k.? If I know what I think I know,"she added, "a certain boy is going to have trouble sitting...or looking you in the eye." This was getting interesting, Andrea thought. She thanked Gloria and said she would be at their home at 5 P.M. that day. When she walked up the path, she saw that the Stephens home was quite substantial, with Tudor touches on the front and stone facing below. She rang the bell and Gloria answered promptly. "Oh, hello, Miss Creighton," she grinned, "do come in. Mom's waiting for you. And so is someone else..." As Andrea walked into the spacious room—sort of a grander version of a living room—she saw Carol Stephens, at least she assumed the lady was Carol, sitting in an armless chair. On the couch next to her was James, crouched on all fours with his trousers and underpants down, and his bare bottom facing Andrea as she entered the room. "Hello, Miss Creighton, I'm Carol Stephens and pleased to meet you," Carol said authoritatively. "My pleasure as well," Andrea responded. Pointing to a comfortable chair, Carol invited Andrea to sit. "As you can see, this bad boy is in the proper position for one awaiting justly earned punishment," Carol said sternly. She picked up what Andrea realized was a small English rattan school cane. "James, now that your teacher is here to see you disciplined for the problems you keep causing her, we will begin," Carol stated firmly. She motioned to Gloria. The pretty senior stepped behind James's bottom and quickly inserted something in his crack, right into his anal opening. "I understand you spent some time in school in England, Miss Creighton," Carol said with a smile. "You probably learned there about figging—what Gloria just did with James." When Andrea nodded negatively, she went on, "No? Well, some old-time English schools used to insert a raw ginger stick anally to keep the boys or girls being punished from clenching." Then she whispered in Andrea's ear: "It also makes them need to go potty but we will not allow that until the punishment is over." "James," Carol announced, "you will now be disciplined for causing your teacher annoyance and embarrassing your family in the process." She proceeded to draw back the small cane and fire six stingers, allowing time for each to be felt fully, across James's white backside. Andrea watched as the stripes appeared on his bottom and listened to him scream each time the cane swished its impact onto his bare rear. "Mom," James pleaded, but in a low voice, "that thing Gloria stuck in...me. That thing is making me need to go." Carol smiled and winked at Andrea. "Very well, James," she said calmly. "You have been punished. Gloria, bring in the child's potty for James to use." "Oh, Mom," James pleaded. "You're not going to make me use ... that thing?" "James," Carol answered, "you're lucky I'm allowing you to have any relief at all. One more word and you'll go to bed without supper and without an opportunity to use the potty at all." Hearing that fearsome threat, James looked at the shameful potty, crouched on it in a deep squat, winced as his striped bottom touched the bare wood, and did his business in the potty. He was then instructed to take it to empty it in the toilet. When he returned, Carol directed Gloria to wipe his rear for him, further reddening his face. "You may now go to your room, James," Carol said. After he left, Carol invited Andrea to join Gloria and her for a light repast. The history teacher was in a good mood after viewing the discipline and immediately accepted. The conversation was lively and finally Carol looked at Andrea sharply and mildly said, "I assume that having gone to school in the UK, you appreciate the need for the kind of discipline I imposed today on James." "Oh yes," Andrea responded with alacrity. "If only we could have the authority like that, I'd not need to bother you." "Might you be interested in, shall I say, playing a bit along those lines, with Gloria and me?" Carol asked, realizing that this ploy might or might not win acceptance. Andrea looked bemused but answered, "If you like to play and shift roles as we do, yes, I'd love to." "Well," Carol smiled, "I'm so pleased. I'd hoped you would be interested as we are. James will be away with my husband tomorrow evening so why don't you bring your things and stay the night with Gloria and me?" Andrea's hesitancy was gone and she signaled her delight at the invitation. This note home business, she thought, was really turning out to involve more good results than she could have possibly expected. The Note Home Ch. 03 Note: You will enjoy this story more if you have read the previous two installments. Again, all of the characters are 18 or over and you should not read the story if you do not enjoy writing that deals with bodily functions. * Andrea Creighton, who taught history at the preparatory academy, was quite excited when Carol Stephens invited her to play for what sounded like a whole weekend when her husband and son would be away. Andrea couldn't wait to tell her friend Linda Steele, also a teacher—Linda taught English—who used notes home as punishment, to tell her about the fun that was in store and to invite her along. After all, Carol's daughter Gloria would be there, so Andrea figured she might as well bring a friend along—especially if things went too far. Just to maintain the spirit of the new friendship, Andrea took out her notepaper and penned a short note to Carol: "Dear Carol, "Thank you so much for your kind invitation which I gladly accept. I do hope you will in turn be pleased to welcome my friend Linda, also a teacher here, who shares our mutual interests. "Fondly, "Andrea" She gave the note to James Stephens to take home to his mother and being in a kind mood, told him that he should not worry about it because it did not involve him at all. "Well, if it doesn't, Miss Creighton, then why do I have to take it home to her?" James asked, more out of fear that his teacher was purposefully misleading him into taking word of his own impending discipline home to his mother. "James, you will have to trust me," Andrea smiled. "I'm sure you don't really want me to write her a note that will result in what happened the last time I did that, now do you? And do you want me to give you another bad conduct mark—you know that if you get three more, you will get a failing grade? " James blanched and took the little pale green note envelope and put it in his backpack and left without continuing the conversation. When he reached home, he found his mother in her bedroom and was surprised that she came and opened the door in just her matching bra and panties. James drew a deep breath but his mother smiled and said, "I know you've seen your girl friends wearing just underwear, James, so don't look so surprised at seeing your old mom like that." "Oh, Mom," James exclaimed, "it's just....you look so cool in your undies." He smiled a shy smile. "Well, it does make me feel better that my son thinks his mother is hot," Carol replied, "so what did you come up here for?" "Oh," James said hesitantly, "Miss Creighton gave me another note for you. She said it wasn't anything about me, so I hope I'm not in trouble." Carol took the note and opened the little envelope and quickly read Andrea's note. "No, James," she said, trying to keep her face from showing surprise, "this does not have to do with you so don't concern yourself about it. Now you can go back to whatever you were doing and let me get dressed." James left and Carol looked down to check that what she thought had happened did, as she now had a large wet spot at the bottom front of her panty crotch, which obviously came from her excitement at being seen in bra and panties by her son. She sat down at her desk and wrote a short responsive note: "My Dear Andrea, "You and Linda are most welcome to join Gloria and me tomorrow night. Please come by for cocktails at 6:30 and after that... "Fondly, "Carol" She called James back, after she had slipped into a pencil skirt and smart chenille blouse. "James," she said, "I need for you to take this note back to Miss Creighton first thing in the morning when you go to school. As I said before, the contents do not concern you and so don't stick your nose in where it doesn't belong. Am I understood?' The sharpness in her tone made James realize he had better follow her instructions and he did just that. He knew that his mother was always ready to give him a spanking which made him quite respectful in her presence. Andrea Creighton had just settled behind her desk in her classroom when James entered. She enjoyed seeing his obvious discomfiture at having to see her after she had seen him punished so graphically the other evening at his home. "Miss Creighton," James said, "I have a note for you from my mother." He handed it to her and before she could embarrass him, walked directly to the door. "James!" Miss Creighton said in a stern tone. "Come back here!" Now James was afraid he was in for it. He turned and slowly walked back to the teacher's desk. "You almost earned yourself a mark, James," Andrea said rather bluntly. "However, you may go, James," Andrea smiled. "In future, however, you will learn to wait politely when you have been asked to deliver something to me. That way, I may decide if I wish to hand you a response to deliver. That is all, you may go." James found himself getting very excited as he walked out of the room. Despite the pain and shame Miss Creighton had caused him to suffer at the hands of his mom punishing him, with the pretty young teacher looking on, he found her very attractive and even found himself drawn by her strict demeanor. He began imagining what she looked like in her panties and were they the thong kind or bikinis or...like the little pink highcuts his big sister Gloria wore. He had a pair of Gloria's undies in his own desk at home which had been the recipient of quite a few bursts of his cum... He hoped that Gloria and his mother were unaware that he had taken his sister's panties because Carol had hinted to him that she was thinking of giving Gloria full responsibility for him, which would include the authority to spank him. He was afraid of how embarrassing it would be to have his big sister fill that role but he also was thinking about what it might be like to lie across her lap and be able to gaze at her lovely legs...and maybe more. *** Andrea Creighton packed up her briefbag after school and started off to her car. At the same time, her friend Linda Steele was also emerging from the women teachers lounge and waved to Andrea. "How do you think we should dress for this, Andrea?" Linda, whose brunette curls had been trimmed into pleasant bangs, inquired. "Oh, I think Carol Stephens would like us to appear conservatively as the teachers that we are," the flaming red-haired Andrea responded. "Just for fun I thought I'd put on the seamed hose I picked up last weekend." Linda smiled. "You think she's into teachers?" she chuckled. "I think she's likely just into girls." "Let's go together anyway," Andrea suggested. "I'll pick you up at sixish, sweetie." Linda smiled her assent and headed for her own vehicle. They arrived promptly at Carol's home at about 6:30, or a few minutes later so as not to seem anxious. Carol opened the door and kissed each of the women on her cheek and smilingly ushered them into her spacious living room. "My daughter Gloria will be down in a moment," she said, "so in the meantime, how about a nice Cosmopolitan for openers?" Neither Andrea nor Linda drank much but the idea of the now fashionable ladies' drink made them both feel warm and happy so they quickly both nodded yes to Carol's suggestion. She disappeared and returned quite soon with the drinks, in stylish old-fashioned cocktail glasses. There were a total of four glasses, with Carol and Gloria obviously joining their two guests. Gloria then appeared, said hello to both Andrea and Linda, who had not had Gloria as a student since she had graduated two years ago before they were hired at the school. They both warmed to Gloria's winning smile, despite being somewhat fazed by her overwhelming good looks, beginning with her blonde head of hair and lovely figure. Gloria also wore perfect stylish suede heels, which made the teachers' nice but standard burgundy pumps look slightly plain. "Well, ladies," Carol began, "we have this house to ourselves all weekend. I told my husband that I did not expect him to return until late Sunday and he understands that I do not brook any kind of surprise appearances." When she saw Linda give Andrea a funny look, she motioned to Gloria: "Gloria, tell them what happens." Gloria blushed slightly but said plainly to the teachers, "You should know that Mom is in charge in this house and both Dad and James have felt her cane on their bare bottoms." Linda and Andrea laughed and Linda rose to take Carol in her arms. The well-dressed Carol welcomed the show of affection and Gloria motioned to Andrea to join them both on the expansive couch. Soon they were entwined in each other's arms. Gloria reached over to unbutton Linda's smashing navy blue blouse and unzip her grey flannel pencil skirt. This disclosed some lovely matching pale mauve lingerie that Linda had on. At the same time Carol reached to remove the taller Andrea's top and unbuttoned her short skirt. "Oh, you have such lovely legs, Andrea," Carol gushed. Andrea did look quite striking in her pale blue lingerie complete with garter belt holding up the dark seamed hose. Then Andrea turned to her and helped Carol out of her purple one-shoulder sheath by unzipping her in the back and slipping the dress down and off, leaving Carol in bra and panties just as James had seen her, all white and clean-looking. Linda reciprocated with Gloria, who had on a stylish white top and black leather mini. Unlike the others, except for Andrea's seamed hose, Gloria had had pantyhose on, which Linda carefully rolled down. *** "I think we should give you ladies first crack, so to speak," Carol said, "since as teachers, you only are able to send us those lovely notes instead of taking the miscreants across your laps." She stood up in her white bra and panty set and walked over to Andrea, who was seated in an armless chair. Without further ado, she carefully placed herself across the history teacher's lap, right over her seamed hose tops. Andrea gently patted Carol's pantied bottom and then fell into the role they both were expecting. "I'm sorry that I have to discipline you now, Carol," she intoned, "but you have been teasing the boys all day and have earned yourself a good old-fashioned bottom warming." "And if you know what's good for you, you will behave yourself for the rest of the week because on Friday, I will be marking the report cards and you will be very close to receiving a failing grade in Conduct," Andrea continued. With that as her introduction, Andrea slipped down Carol's full-sized white panties and began spanking Carol's ample bottom. She noticed that James's mother had some very prominent hairs deep between her bottom cheeks and after quite a few spanks had reddened Carol's cheeks, Andrea decided a bit of humiliation was in order. "You know, Carol," she said, "you do need to clip those hairs between your legs and especially in the back here." As she said this, the leggy history teacher softly inserted her index finger right into Carol's winking little brownish anal rosette! It was amazing to all of them that when Carol was permitted to rise and thank Andrea for taking the trouble to discipline her, there were tears in the dominant mom's eyes. Next up was Gloria, who crooked her little finger to summon the attractively dark-haired English teacher, Linda, to become the next subject of punishment. Gloria reveled in the realization that she was a few years younger than Linda. "Young lady," Gloria said in a deep voice, affecting a very commanding air, "your behavior has been reported to the principal as being quite unladylike. So she has instructed me to impose appropriate discipline so that you remember not to sit in front of your class with your panties on full display." Gloria very ceremoniously patted her lap and Linda placed herself over it. When Gloria tugged down her pink panties, the 21-year-old added with a smile, "And in future if you do not correct your behavior, you will be showing off your bare pudenda rather than your pantied crotch, Missy." She began spanking Linda in rhythm, and did not hesitate to reach between the English teacher's legs to discern the degree of wetness that was spreading from her aroused genitalia. "It seems from the way you are quite wet down there, Linda, that this punishment is turning you on," Gloria said. "As a result, you will stand and bend over the couch and present your bottom for the cane." Linda did a double-take but stood and followed Gloria's directions. The blonde dominatrix produced a thin cane and began applying it slowly to all parts of Linda's already red bottom which began to show the characteristic white lines of the stinging instrument. Finally, Linda was allowed by Gloria to rise and kiss the rod that had punished her. She also was directed to bend down and kiss Gloria's nether lips in a show of obeisance which she did. Upon rising, she crooked her own finger at Andrea, who was now due for punishment. Linda found the prospect of punishing her friend challenging. Andrea was tall and red-haired so Linda managed somehow to get her positioned well across her lap and decided to up the ante by inserting a fig—in this case, a glycerin suppository rather than ginger stick—in Andrea's anal opening. "That's to make sure you don't clench, like some little school girl," Linda said deprecatingly. "We expect more of our teachers," she went on. Andrea cried out at the unexpected invasion but accepted the discipline. Linda then began castigating her with a small martinet, but one with tails that readily swept between Andrea's spread legs to attack her most sensitive places. "Ow," Andrea cried, "that one nipped me right on my button!" Linda smiled in contentment at her success. Finally, it was Carol's turn to discipline her golden-haired daughter. "Gloria," she intoned, "you have been getting far too big for your britches. We will have to get you measured for a grade-school uniform." She placed Gloria over the end of the couch and began applying a nasty-looking little black fiberglas rod to her daughter's white bottom cheeks. Soon Gloria's bottom was quaking and her cries were becoming louder. *** After this all four returned to Carol's commodious kingsize bed in her well-appointed bedroom. Any remaining items of lingerie had been removed and all four women were in the altogether. They positioned themselves on the bed and Carol began caressing Linda's nice 36C breasts as Gloria petted Andrea and applied her talented fingers to the tall redhaired teacher's vulva. Suddenly Andrea jumped up and looked at Carol and Linda. "That thing is working," she said quietly, "Where is the bathroom?" Carol smiled and pointed to the child's wooden potty that she had placed on the floor. "It will be far more fun for all of us if you go ahead and squat on that and do your business, sweetie," she chuckled. Andrea's face now was as red as her hair but she somehow bent her long legs and managed to squat on the humiliating potty. It was highly amusing to see the somewhat dignified teacher squatting on the small wooden potty with her legs wide apart and all of her intimate charms between them on total display. Her red pubic hair was matted from her previous excitement and she cringed as she released her urethral sphincter and her pee flow pinged on the base of the potty. All too quickly, all heard the familiar sounds of expelled gas and then the plopping sound of turds emerging from her anus and hitting the inside of the potty, along with the sound of her released pee stream. "Don't worry," Carol advised, "you'll not be the only one who gets to use that tonight." Gloria took some pity on the tall red-haired Andrea and took the wooden potty from her to the bathroom where she emptied its contents into the toilet and flushed it all away. She was pleased to return with the cleaned potty, mostly because the smell had been awful. Carol and Gloria proceeded to indulge in some serious lovemaking with each of the two lovely teachers. The latter reciprocated by lavishly tonguing the intimate areas between their hostesses' legs. Soon everyone had been treated to several delightful orgasms and all were lying with legs splayed across the bed. It was a sight to behold: Gloria and Linda had shaved their pussies so that their labia were quite visible while Andrea's were hidden beneath her gorgeous red muff and Carol's under her plenteous dark pubic hair. Mostly, everyone was tired and ready to sleep for a time although lovemaking would occur all through the night whenever two arose at the same time to pee. Gloria and Andrea, visiting the bathroom together, found that they both enjoyed pee games as they changed positions so each could release the contents of her bladder into the other's waiting mouth. Gloria was surprised at the saltiness of the history teacher's pee and Andrea enjoyed licking Gloria's pretty bare labia dry. She sensed Gloria's clit rise and get hard so she merely flicked at it with the tip of her tongue until the petite blonde orgasmed and released some of her own sweet nectar. The next morning, all four washed themselves and each other in Carol's expansive shower. "This is like girls' camp all over," Linda exclaimed, "only they were not too keen on us licking each other's pussies back then,' she grinned. The women helped each other on with their clean underwear and clothing and sat round Carol's dining table as they breakfasted. "This was quite intense," Andrea commented to no one in particular. "Carol, you have a wonderful place here but next month, Linda and I would like to reciprocate. Our apartments are not so spacious but I hope we can make up for that in our...shall I say, enthusiasm." Then she opened her handbag and extracted four sets of pink ruffled panties. "I did bring one of these for each of us and hope you will have them on when we next gather at my place," she smiled.