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Now we've made School Reunion, our highly popular collection of spanking stories, available in three shorter compilations. From private nurses to female wrestlers, policewomen to shop assistants; behind closed doors in hospitals and schools, modest flats and spacious houses, women are being spanked. Arguing, protesting but ultimately acquiescing, wives and girlfriends, mothers-in-law and strangers are discovering the pain and pleasures of domestic discipline. Fortunately Laurel Aspen was close by to record the ...
Now we've made School Reunion, our highly popular collection of spanking stories, available in three shorter compilations. From private nurses to female wrestlers, policewomen to shop assistants; behind closed doors in hospitals and schools, modest flats and spacious houses, women are being spanked. Arguing, protesting but ultimately acquiescing, wives and girlfriends, mothers-in-law and strangers are discovering the pain and pleasures of domestic discipline. Fortunately Laurel Aspen was close by to record the results in another arousing selection of short spanking stories. Could similar scenes be happening next-door to you?
For the next two weeks Amy's life settled into an enjoyable routine of non too taxing nursing - light on the bedpans heavy on the indulgent chats with patients - interspersed by frequent romps with her newfound Filipino friend. That Maria also found time to entertain a dalliance with a famous American film director, one of the clinic's regulars, twice her age but possessed of sufficient charisma to charm the birds from the trees, mattered not a jot to Amy, who was frankly too unworldly to entertain thoughts of jealousy.
Amy's appearances in the male patients' rooms - wards were naturally non-existent at Gladesmore - became increasingly eagerly anticipated by their inhabitants as they came to increasingly recognise, from afar, the silhouette her stunning figure made against the tall windows as she sashayed into sight.
Ditzy, occasionally comic, without ever intending to be, Amy rapidly became everyone's favourite nurse and, since political correctness held no sway within these private walls, attracted many a friendly pat on her perfectly formed posterior, to which she would often respond flirtatiously - and why not? It was what the punters were paying for. In truth, Amy was being paid to be a tangible feel-good factor. Predictably she also got a number of discrete offers - including, from an oil sheik, at least enough money to buy a substantial house outright - should she consent to being rather more liberal with her favours. Such inducements were charmingly deflected by the ingenue in a way that skilfully contrived to leave both parties un-offended.
For the moment, rather than initiate intimate male company, Amy was happy to walk in the grounds or retreat to her room to read racy erotic novels and pleasure herself with one of several vibrators she kept close to hand. Life at Gladesmore was good, everything she'd hoped for, and more. Thus it was all the more surprising for Amy to suddenly hear her name, harshly called, in far from friendly sounding terms. 'Amy,' Matron's stentorian tones echoed down the corridor, 'my office, now!'
Somewhat flustered, the nurse once again entered the austere room, sensing without being told that she should shut the door behind her. Matron was already pacing the boards, a determined look on her - it seemed to the girl - constantly scowling face. Amy might not have entertained jealous thoughts but the older woman, envious of Amy's evident popularity with patients, apparently did.
'Well, girl?' she coldly demanded.
'Well what, ma'am?' Amy asked anxiously.
'Don't act the innocent with me. I told you what to expect if you stepped out of line.'
'But I, what?' Amy quickly became flustered. 'I mean, I haven't...'
'I've had a complaint,' replied Matron, so sonorously it sounded like a judicial indictment. Erect and imposing she presented an intimidating authoritative countenance to the young nurse. 'And you've seen how breaches of discipline are dealt with at Grovelands.'
Amy certainly had, and the image of a soundly thrashed Maria flashed through her mind as she subconsciously clutched her bottom. The ensuing silence was pregnant with possibility.
In contrast to the nurse's crisp white uniform, Matron wore a pristine navy-blue linen dress, tightly belted to emphasise what was, particularly for a forty-something woman, an enviably narrow waist. Which in turn thrust to prominence a generous chest and maturely sculpted hips that, to the intense enjoyment of many older patients, swayed with voluptuous promise as she clicked along the corridors on brightly polished four-inch heels. Matron deliberately dressed to impress, with her hair a deep auburn, lips and nails a vivid red, legs sheathed in black stockings, she was every uniform fetishist's dream personified. And now she'd the perfect chance to exact revenge upon the young pretender to her sex goddess throne.
With a basilisk stare she sat on one of the hard wooden chairs, straight of back, gimlet-eyed and firm of purpose. 'This matter will be dealt with forthwith,' she announced menacingly. 'Amy, come and stand beside me. Now, girl!'
Flushed and tremulous, poor Amy quickly obeyed, standing stiffly at attention beside the imposing figure, shoulders back, breasts and bum outthrust and prominent, mutely awaiting her fate.
'Turn around,' instructed Matron, and Amy meekly complied; giving up a startled gasp as the older woman decisively lifted her uniform skirt, tucking it into the waistband of her tunic.
'We'll have that out of the way for a start,' Matron continued briskly, drinking in the vision of Amy's pert bottom cheeks filling her tight and translucent white panties to perfection.
'Now then,' she grasped Amy's wrists tightly, pulling her abruptly back round to face her, 'get over my knee, girl.'
So it was that Amy found herself staring at the bare wooden boards, balancing across Matron's ample lap with finger and toe-tips barely touching the floor as she struggled for balance.
'A good spanking should restore your sense of obedience, young madam,' announced Matron crisply, and no sooner had the words left her lips than her hand cracked sharply down upon Amy's pale left buttock.
'Ooh,' the prone nurse gasped, surprised by the extent of the hurt, which instantly seared across her flesh. 'Ahhhh...' she burbled involuntarily as Matron unleashed a fusillade of slaps upon her unprotected rear. No gentle lover's spanking, this, no teasing build up, no intervals of stroking and patting, but rather a fully fledged, hard and impressively thorough bottom smacking of clear punitive intent, which within minutes had rendered every inch of the exposed areas of Amy's poor bum hot and sore. With one hand pinning the wriggling girl firmly by the waist, Matron continued her self-appointed task with an almost unseemly relish, staring intently all the while as her hand descended upon its unfortunate target.
'Hmm, I think it's time we had those knickers down,' the woman announced with steely determination, after what seemed to Amy to have been a hellish eternity of stinging slaps.
'Oh no, ma'am,' Amy wailed in response, about to begin a plaintive pleading but stopping abruptly in mid-sentence as someone entered the office. Who on earth might it be?
'What is the meaning of this?' roared an enraged male voice, and to poor Amy's absolute distress, there stood Dr Gooding.
'Oh, doctor, I was just...' but Matron's flushed face and unsteady tone of voice already told their own story.
'I'm responsible for punishments in this establishment,' Dr Gooding stated, his voice even more alarming now it had assumed a dangerous calm. 'Get up, young lady.' Dr Gooding solicitously helped the dishevelled and almost tearful Amy to her feet where, regardless of her sartorial disarray, she stood rapidly trying to rub away the smart of her first ever spanking.
'Let me look at that,' he said with professional concern, only too pleased to feast his eyes on her two scarlet cheeks. Kneeling, apparently to better observe the damage - but in reality to conceal a burgeoning erection - he carefully ran his hands over the two blotchy but beautiful mounds that radiated heat as they yielded sensually to his assured touch.
'Mmm,' moaned Amy.
'Hum, ahem, yes, I see, quite, that's going to take a couple of hours to fade,' blustered Dr Gooding, managing with a superhuman effort to conceal his growing excitement.
Matron, meanwhile, sat, apparently transfixed with horror. During the course of Amy's chastisement her skirt had ridden far up over her knees to afford a glimpse of the dark welts of her stocking tops while the topmost buttons of her dress had come undone, just revealing the possibility of an enticing cleavage. Undeniably her chest was visibly heaving, whether from fear of the consequences of her unilateral action, or from the effort she had put into Amy's vigorous spanking, or the undoubted sexual pleasure she appeared to have enjoyed prior to its abrupt termination, wasn't immediately clear. Probably a combination of all three, mused Dr Gooding, who recognised the symptoms; he was after all married to the woman and knew her predilections well.
'You will both accompany me to my office,' he said shortly, and silently side-by-side they did so, each covertly adjusting their dress as they followed him through the hospital's austere corridors to his luxurious domain.
Once ensconced and the door firmly locked, Dr Gooding bade Matron stand to attention by the French windows, and from there to watch Amy passively accede to the request that she bend across his desk, her momentary trepidation soon reassured when he stated his intention to rub a soothing balm into her hot-to-the-touch globes. Lifting her skirt and tugging down her knickers Amy sighed and whimpered contentedly, as Dr Gooding attentively massaged the cold cream into her poor, tenderised little tush.
As his hands occasionally strayed to her sensitive inner thighs, brushing the tops of her taught suspenders and white hose, she thought dreamily that this could only be accidental, as indeed no doubt was the fleeting touch of his fingers across her downy pudenda. Amy just hoped Dr Gooding couldn't detect the telltale moistness gathering there in response to his physician's touch. Painful though her posterior remained, her recent corporal encounter with Matron had provided a valuable lesson about which Amy now took the opportunity to ponder: watching another female being spanked definitely turned her on. For example, after Maria's punishing encounter with Matron, both she and Amy had been desperate to exchange kisses and entwine bodies.
However, being spanked by a man - or at least the prospect of it - had of late caused Amy to frequently fantasise about lying across Dr Gooding's trousered knees. Being spanked by another female, though, she decided did nothing for her, except inculcate a desire for revenge.
Which came about by proxy sooner than Amy had reckoned.
'That should feel better,' Dr Gooding intoned at length, reluctantly taking his hands from Amy's perfect orbs. Smiling appreciatively she tugged up her knickers and straightened her stockings.
'Would you like to sit?' enquired the kindly consultant.
'No, on balance,' Amy gingerly rubbed her still glowing haunches, 'I think at least another half hour standing is required.'
'So be it,' nodded the doctor sympathetically. 'Nevertheless, it seems only fair you should be present while I reacquaint Matron with the rules of this establishment. She will not,' he continued, raising his voice to drown out his wife's agitated protests, 'be accorded any special clemency by virtue of our marital arrangements.'
'But,' Matron was pleading now, 'you can't, it's too humiliating, whip me if you must, but not in front of junior staff.'
The clinic's director remained implacable. 'You have unfairly taken it upon yourself to punish Amy,' a task the doctor had eagerly been looking forward to performing himself, 'thus, in my judgement, it is appropriate that in the interests of justice being seen to be done she should watch you suffer a similar penalty.'