Teacher in the Family

8. No More Waiting

Katrina was dressed impeccably. Her hair was pulled back into a bun giving her face an austere quality. A white blouse, that showed considerable cleavage, was tucked into a mid thigh black skirt over black nylons and high heels. She wore a simple chain around her neck and now other jewelry. Her face was emotionless and her long blond hair was done up in a bun which gave a foreboding look. In her hands she held that wicked black hairbrush.

"Now Saskia, it is your turn. Come here young lady for your spanking."

Saskia trembled with anticipation. She new it was going to be excruciating yet she couldn't help it as she hurried to the woman's side. Without being told, she stripped nude and laid across the woman's lap, relishing in the feeling of submission. Katrina grabbed her around the waist and rubbed the brush against her bottom, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

"Is that enjoyment I hear?" Katrina asked sternly.

"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. Please punish me."

"As you wish." The brush lifted high and landed with a searing SMACK! It was followed by many more.

Saskia yelped and moaned, reveling in the burning pain. The brush tanned her bottom till she was crying and sobbing just as Samantha was. She begged Katrina to stop but the tall woman didn't.

Then the scene shattered as the shower began to run cold.

"Shit!" Saskia said as she turned the water off and climbed out.

She stood there a moment, dripping wet, contemplating her options. She quickly sifted through her emotional turmoil and sighed in resignation. Drying quickly, she wrapped a towel around herself and then made the rounds locking all the doors and windows. Lastly she unplugged her home phone and turned off her cell.

Saskia headed to the stairs leading to the basement. Shivering in uncertainty, she stared down into the basement, knowing what was waiting for her. She was both excited and apprehensive.

With a deep breath she descended to the lowest level and opened the door to the extra bedroom.

There were no furnishings like beds and dressers but a few things did dot the space. There was a chest, a table, a few boxes and the item that drew her here in the first place. It was a newly purchased item that she had set up four days ago, and after the initial admiration, hadn't been back since. Now she stood transfixed.

It was a large piece of furniture, polished to a high gleam and at first glance looked like an old record player except for the large paddle sticking out of it's side. Then there was bench that was obviously made to position a recipient in the path of said paddle. Saskia still couldn't believe she bought a spanking machine!

Ever since she witnessed Katrina spanking Ryder and Samantha, the scene had burned itself into her psyche, warping into an almost obsession. She had been unable to forget it and move on. Her desires had changed and augmented, going from disciplining to being disciplined. Try as she might she coudln't get back to normal and those feelings where interfering with her work and everyday life. The feelings of wishing she was one of those teens over Katrina's knee was overpowering. For two weeks she fought it off till finally she broke down and nearly asked Katrina to do that very thing for her. Coming to her senses, she went online to look for a disciplinarian or at least a play partner. That's when she came across a spanking machine. It was perfect!

She didn't have to wait to meet up with someone or have to rely on trust to keep them from destroying her reputation. Her itch could be scratched anytime she wanted. Like now. Though she would have preferred Katrina to do the job, this was a not to far second.