By DJ Black
It was 30 miles from the nearest proper town and on days like these Caroline Alder thought she was the loneliest woman in the world. The schoolroom window framed the rolling grassland beyond like a vivid water colour. When the wind blew it rolled like waves through the grass and she imagined some great green sea and that she was marooned alone on a desert island.
If only she had someone to share her life with, but at 24 she had given up on most men as a bad lot. Oh she had tried to like them, to find merit in walrus moustaches, manly broad shoulders and pipe smoke, just like she was meant to, well according to all those dreary novels. In truth she had only truly been at home with women. She smiled almost dreamlike as she remembered Kathy her roommate back in college. Good sound conversations and Kathy’s sunny smile and… and their shared taste in art and… and the way the sun caught her hair and… she began to remember furtive glances when they dressed and… other things…
“Please Miss.” The voice pulled her back to the rows of students all studiously reading the set work. “Miss?” Amy Polder tried again.
“Yes Amy,” Caroline forced a smile.
Caroline liked Amy, she was earnest and usually polite, if a little dim-witted. Caroline knew the girl well enough as the young teacher boarded nearby with her and her widowed mother. Amy had just turned 18 and under the usual rules would be due to leave school. The trouble was the girl was barely literate on account of the school having been closed for some years, a happenstance that Amy’s mother wanted Caroline to correct.
“What did you want to ask?” Caroline continued.
“I… I left my book at home,” the dark blonde Amy answered nervously and winced as she averted her eyes.
“Again?” Caroline sighed.
Amy nodded glumly and blushed.
The class, consisting of three girls Amy’s age, two boys a year or two younger and half a dozen 12 to 14 year olds, began to laugh.
“Quiet,” Caroline snapped. Then turning her attention back to Amy she dredged up a glare, “You remember what I told you last time?”
“Oh, oh, oh… but…” Amy’s blush deepened as she flustered in panic.
The two older boys nudged one another and grinned.
“Amy stand up and come to the front,” Caroline sighed as she took two steps to the back wall next to the blackboard and took the old school paddle from its hook.
“Yes Miss,” Amy said dejectedly and scanned the floor for an escape hatch.
Caroline took another look through the window at the sea of grass and wished it was water and that she could swim away.
Taking clumsy slow steps, a dejected Amy made her way to the front and made one last effort to forestall her fate. “Please Miss,” she said, wringing her hands.
“Please Miss, nothing,” Caroline said impatiently and spanked the flat of her hand with the paddle menacingly. “Now bend over, hands flat on the desk,” she ordered the girl.
A red-faced Amy gaped and swung her gaze at the grinning boys. It was a look that Caroline did not miss.
“How many times have you ‘forgotten’ your book?” the teacher asked wearily.
“Please Miss, it is so hard to learn,” Amy pleaded, undermining her forgetfulness excuse.
“Let’s see if we can help you learn,” Caroline snarled, “Raise your skirts.”
The older girls gasped, while the others, including the boys, tittered. It wasn’t unheard off, usual in fact, but mostly such correction would take place after class. Now all waited in tense silence to see how far this would go.
“Drop your draws girl, we haven’t got all day,” Caroline said sharply. This was the last time Amy would ‘forget’ her book.
“B-but, but…” Amy spluttered as her eyes went as wide a dinner plates. Tom Barker and John Schwartz had shit-eating grins as wide as the prairie outside.
The room was gripped by a silent hush and Amy looked as if she might cry. Her big blue eyes were as a startled doe’s as they stared out from a face so red it might have burst.
“Amy drop your draws to your ankles and raise your skirts,” Caroline told her firmly with a tiny hint of triumphal malice.
Amy turned from the class and reached under her dress and petticoats to tug at a draw string. The white cloud of linen fell in a puddle at her ankles. Then she stooped to half lift her skirts until her teacher ordered her bend and flipped each skirt layer in a pile on her back. In this way Amy’s full round bare bottom was exposed to the class.
Caroline was a little taken aback by the young woman’s artistic curves and felt suddenly tight in various places within her. The young teacher licked her lips and wished now that she had just kept the girl behind after. For some reason she thought of Kathy and swallowed down something she did not want to confront. The class was watching.
The older girls went white and the boys, suddenly less cocky, shifted uneasily in their seats, although not out of any newfound sympathy. The younger kids just enjoyed seeing a big girl humbled and exchanged smirks. Already their creative little minds making up songs to taunt the senior in the school yard for days to come.
A tear rolled down Amy’s cheek and she wondered that it did not boil away on the inferno of her face.
“Stick your bottom out a little Amy, you know how this is done,” Caroline said, now beginning to enjoy herself a little. But part of her still wondered if she should not have done this later.
“Yes Miss,” Amy sniffed.
The paddle tapped the girl’s bare bottom thrice and then thwacked down hard making Amy yelp. Then Caroline spanked twice more before waiting to see the tight pack of goose-pimples rise in a red rash across both cheeks of her student’s bare behind.
The class was still silent as Caroline allowed a build-up of suspense. Then she paddled the bare bottom three more times.
By now Amy was properly crying and wondering how she would ever stand and face the world again. She knew for certain she would not be sitting.
“How many did you get last time?” Caroline asked.
“Eight Miss,” Amy answered honestly.
“Ten it is then,” her teacher replied and spanked her again and then again so that Amy twisted and almost jumped up.
The final two swats were harder and the girl kicked up a foot and wagged it as if throwing off pain.
“I am going to pin-up your skirts in back girl and then you can go stand in the corner until recess,” Caroline told her.
Amy nodded in miserable submission and began to cry.
*
The sun was low now and the students had all left, even Amy whom Caroline had kept behind for 30 minutes while she stood an embarrassing punitive vigil in the corner. Normally as Caroline lodged with Amy and her mother she would walk home with the girl, but this afternoon she decided it would be more diplomatic to give the girl some alone time and ponder the consequences of ‘forgetting’ her book. Besides, Caroline had books to mark and a short report to fill out for the education board.
All the while she could not get the image of Amy’s bare bottom from her mind and pretended not to not to notice that she had to keep shifting in her seat.
Outside there was a heavy clank on the wooden porch and the floorboards shifted audible under some weight. For a moment Caroline wondered if one of the boys had snuck back to peek at Amy, not realising she was gone. Then the door opened and Amy’s mother walked purposefully into the room.
“Mrs Polder,” Caroline said in surprise, “Am I late? I mean…? Is something wrong?” Caroline wondered if she had missed supper.
“Oh you could say that,” Mrs Polder said dryly.
Elizabeth Polder was a fine looking woman, both tall and statuesquely rounded, Caroline thought; her handsome features beautiful despite her no nonsense demeanour. Her habit of wearing breeches when working offered a fine view of her rolling hips and full comely… well she was much like her daughter around derriere, the teacher noted. Somehow Mrs Polder always reminded Caroline of Kathy. Then she cursed herself for being distracted and offered her landlady a warm smile.
“Sorry you were saying something was amiss?” Caroline said.
“You paddled Amy.” Elizabeth’s tone was neutral.
“Yes?” Caroline frowned, it was not the first time she had paddled the girl and very much with Mrs Polder’s approval, she thought. Not that most parents concerned themselves with the goings on at her school. “Amy forgot her book again. I rather think that she did it on purpose…”
“You paddled her bare bottom,” Elizabeth interrupted.
“Yes,” Caroline said tentatively, “I thought this time…” but she was beginning to sense that she had perhaps overstepped the mark this time.
“In front of the boys,” Elizabeth continued.
“Yes I…” the young teacher was beginning to feel uneasy. Mrs Polder put her in mind of the mob at Julius Caesar’s funeral. Steady and calm at first but slowly working up to a real fury. “I thought I had better make an example of her, she did deserve it,” Caroline continued.
Elizabeth sighed, but her eyes were as hard as blue steel. “Maybe, maybe not, but Amy’s is a sensitive girl. A paddling over her draws in front of the boys is one thing, a paddling on the bare after class is another. One or t’other I would think, lessen she do it again.”
“Yes I… I did think maybe… look maybe you have a point…” Caroline began.
“Oh maybe… you think?” Elizabeth said sharply. Then she turned her attention to the paddle now hanging back on the wall. “Is this the paddle you used?”
Caroline followed the older woman’s gaze and nodded.
“Take it down and hand it to me,” Elizabeth instructed.
Seeing no reason not to, Caroline did as she was bid. “Now Miss Alder, I am going to have you drop your draws and bend over the desk. I figure you need a taste of your own medicine.” The tone that accompanied Elizabeth’s smile was friendly firm and very matter-of-fact.
“I beg your pardon,” Caroline startled.
“You will have it once I am done,” Elizabeth gestured with her free hand that the teacher should partially disrobe as had already been explained.
“I… I will do no such thing,” Caroline gasped, heat was now surging to her face.
“I figured that,” Elizabeth shrugged and put the paddle down on the desk.
As Caroline’s gaze followed its progress in horror she did not see Mrs Polder pull up an armless chair and make to sit down as she took the teacher’s arm. With confident certainty of a woman who works the land Elizabeth hauled Caroline towards and face down across her lap.
“Mrs Polder,” Caroline exclaimed and then gasped as she felt her skirts turned up one by one in back as she wriggled in the older, larger woman’s grip.
“Miss Alder,” Elizabeth countered, the smirk reaching her voice.
“You can’t…” Caroline spluttered.
“Oh but I can,” the outraged mother laughed and with a gentle tug on the drawstring to the teachers underwear quickly let the linen drop until the garment was dangling at the teacher’s heels.
With some folding and a tuck or two Caroline’s prominently pert bare bottom was revealed to the older woman’s gaze.
“You are a very comely woman Miss Alder, I have always thought so,” Elizabeth chuckled. Her appreciative hand first stroked and then cupped Caroline’s bare bottom.
“L-look…” Caroline gulped, “I am s-sorry I spanked Amy, you are so right, I…” she continued, speaking fast now and with a decided pleading tone.
“Oh, she will get over it. I suppose she deserved all she got, which is just as well, because I don’t think your actions were very well considered, were they Miss Alder?” Elizabeth’s cupping hand slid under the younger woman’s bottom and brushed lightly, if perhaps accidentally, against the strangely slightly damp fur she found their.
Caroline’s breathing became elevated and she inadvertently wriggled her bottom against Elizabeth’s pressing hand. “Kathy… eh Elizabeth… I mean Mrs… P-Polder… please… I…,” she moaned.
“I am going to spank you, with the paddle too… afterwards,” Elizabeth told her and then she sharply smacked Caroline’s bare bottom.
“Ooh,” Caroline exclaimed.
Elizabeth spanked the young teacher again, slowly, pacing out hard sharp smacks until the smooth round flesh pinkened and then deepened to red. Each little smack made Caroline gasp and hiss.
After a few minutes Elizabeth gradually spanked harder and faster, pausing occasionally to either; cup and grip the proffered bare bottom or to ask something like, “Are you learning your lesson, Miss Alder?”
“Oh… ooh, no please,” Caroline squealed, biting down on her lower lip to spare herself the indignity of crying out.
For her part, Elizabeth noticed that some of the strands of dark hair bordering the tight smooth purse of Caroline’s womanhood were plastered down with what Caroline once read were the copious ‘tears of Eros.’
“You are crying at the wrong end,” Elizabeth chuckled. But she was strangely giddy at the revelation, until then she thought that she was the only one who got ‘man-ready’ when thinking about women.
“What?” a confused Caroline groaned, she was lost in feelings of her own to take in the rancher’s observations.
“Never mind,” the older woman growled as she ignored her own growing due and addressed herself to the business in hand.
“Ow, ow, ooh,” Caroline yelped as the spanking got ever harder and ever faster.
“Listen girl, you can paddle Amy’s bare hiney as hard and as often as is needful, you hear, but maybe just after school is out,” Elizabeth scolded her daughter’s teacher.
“Yes Ma’am,” answered somewhat tearfully.
“Now stand up,” Elizabeth snapped. As she spoke she took up the paddle, “I want you bent over that desk.”
Caroline did not resist now, but nodded and obeyed, presenting her sore bare bottom to her tormentor.
“How many did you give Amy?” Elizabeth asked.
“Ten Ma’am,” Caroline said meekly.
“Hmm, I ought to make it double then,” Elizabeth sighed, “But this time it’s just 15.”
Then before she could change her mind she spanked the paddle down hard across Caroline’s bare bottom.
“Aieee,” the teacher yelled and twisted. Surely she hadn’t paddled Amy that hard.
“No need to count,” Elizabeth said as she paddled again with a decided and grim determination.
Caroline panted a pained grunt at the impact and said, “Yes Ma’am.”
The next swat garnered a screech from the hapless teacher and any passing might have wondered if it were an early owl.
“Oh golly, oh, oh…” Caroline spluttered, her bare bottom singing red. The next three swats drew full throated roars from her and she was crying as copiously form one end as the other.
“I hope you know this is deserved?” Elizabeth demanded and spanked the young teacher again.
“Yes Ma’am,” Caroline hissed; her exposed behind as hot and red as an evening fire.
“Good, so it makes no never mind that I am quite enjoying this,” the older woman chuckled. The paddle landed again with force and the thwack carried way across the sea of grass outside.
“P-please, I-I’m sorry,” Caroline sobbed.
“Is that supposed to be an appeal for mercy?” Elizabeth sounded pissed now.
“N-no, you’re right Ma’am, I just want, I just want…” she sniffed aggressively and began to cry again, “Please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry, I know I deserve it.”
“You do,” Elizabeth agreed and brought the paddle with a true vengeance and then thrice more.
Caroline wailed out into helpless bawling.
“I guess we both need this,” the rancher said breathily and adjusted her stance on account of more than just sweat where her draws had begun to cling. She didn’t want to stop, but guessed she had to if she was going to be just, rather than mean. “Last few,” she said and delivered them as she as she could.
It was a wonder they did not hear Caroline’s yelling clear across the grasslands to town.
***
Still prone across the desk Caroline was sobbing hard. She had never been paddled before and childhood spankings of any kind had been rare and a long time before. Reaching back she found her bare bottom was red hot and leathery and her fingers could trace the edges of hard welts following the curves under side and cleft of her bottom.
Elizabeth struck a satisfied pose with the warm paddle held between both hands as she surveyed the dark purple-red ravages’ of the young teacher’s behind.
“Not bad,” she gloated, “Even if I do say so myself, although maybe I should have opted for 20 or so swats after all.”
“Oh please,” Caroline sniffed.
“I trust you have learned your lesson?” the older woman said, but she was grinning like a proverbial canary cat.
“Yes Ma’am,” Caroline agreed through her tears, and not a little unladylike snot. She tried to feel anger and resentment, but instead she only felt a kind of surrendered relief and somewhat cleansed.
“Good, now stand up and without repairing your dress you may go stand in the corner,” Elizabeth smirked, “I mean that is the usual custom, is it not?”
Caroline shot her tormentor a sullen look of misery and considered throwing a bitter curse at the woman. Instead she nodded and chewed at her lip as she studied her feet. “Yes Ma’am,” she muttered.
There was a long hesitation before Elizabeth pointed at the corner and said breezily, “Off you go then.”
Caroline dabbed her nose with a small elegant lace hanky and immediately looked as if she might cry again. “This is so embarrassing,” she groaned under breath.
“Isn’t it though?” Elizabeth chuckled, “But at least there are no students here eh?”
Caroline shuddered in horror and then hampered some by a flare of pain her bottom made her way to the corner with slow careful steps.
“Hands on head now, oh so cute,” Elizabeth chuckled as the young teacher obeyed.
A mortified Caroline wondered just how long she would be kept in such a ridiculous and humiliating posture. Then she remembered the old caretaker and the woman who sometimes cleaned the school house in an evening. Oh God, she thought, what if someone sees me?
*
It had been 20 minutes since Elizabeth had departed. “See you for supper,” she had said as she left.
Caroline, still standing bare-bottomed in the corner, had been startled out of her embarrassing reverie at the words and it took several minutes before she realised that she could repair her dress.
Only then did she take a hand mirror from her desk draw and twist awkwardly to inspect the copious red welts, blotches and bruises on her exposed backside. She gasped and bit at her lip, but as her heart raced she felt something new; a sense of achievement perhaps, like she had passed some rite of passage. Too, she dug deep to find some resentment of Elizabeth, but found none. Instead she thought of Kathy and felt the same butterflies assailing her lower belly. The older woman, so tough, so wise and beautiful had noticed her. Perhaps, noticed her in the same way she had noticed Kathy, only this time… maybe. Caroline blushed and pushed away forbidden dangerous thoughts that had stalked her for as long as she could remember.
Then pulling herself together she finished lowering her skirts and hauling up her draws before using the mirror to address the tear-wrecked mess of her face. There was someone new in the mirror and she locked eyes with her. Something had changed and from a long, long way off she sensed something was coming.
“Supper,” she chided herself, “I will be late.” Then after allowing her eyes to sweep the room she gathered up her things, donned her hat and left; locking the door behind her.
Each step of Caroline’s walk home in the late afternoon sun tugged at her hind muscle and flared a little in soft soreness. She doubted she would be able to sit down for a day or two, but somehow she didn’t mind. No one knew, no one would know, except Elizabeth and now they shared a secret. She found herself grinning and swayed a little as a young girl might upon a beach. She paused to pluck a flower before continuing the dawdled walk home.
As the homestead heaved into view she stopped and shyly blushed. Perhaps Amy would guess, she wondered, and oddly she half-wanted her to.
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