Another schoolgirl spanking story, with a slightly different perspective than the last two I posted ... hope you enjoy!

Usual disclaimer: fantasy, spanking involved, adults only, read further at your own risk.

A visitor to the headmistress's office of St. Lily of the Fields High School for Girls that afternoon would have beheld an unusual sight. Not the presence of a nervous, gray-sweatered, blue-skirted schoolgirl waiting to see the headmistress; that was common enough. The unusual aspect was the adult woman seated next to her.

A cursory inspection proved the two as mother and daughter. Both shared the same dingy blonde hair, blue eyes, and sharply-defined features. The mother wore a short-sleeved red and white patterned dress and black pumps. In contrast to her fidgety offspring, she stared coolly ahead, her face neutral. Every so often, the daughter would look up at her mother, her mouth open as if to speak; then she'd think better of it and return to inspecting her hands, clasped tightly on her lap before her.

Eventually, the intercom on the receptionist's desk buzzed. She lifted the receiver, listened briefly, then replaced it on its hook. "Ms. Wolcott will see you now," she addressed the pair. "Straight ahead, through there."

Silently, the woman escorted her child into the inner office. Ms. Wolcott, the headmistress, a raven-haired woman about the same age as the mother, rose from behind her desk. "Mrs. Ducey, Jenny, please come in," she greeted her visitors. The women shook hands, then Ms. Wolcott indicated chairs on the other side of the desk. "Please, sit down."

When everyone was seated, Ms. Wolcott got straight to the point. "Mrs. Ducey, I appreciate your coming down here on such short notice. At St. Lily's, we believe in involving the parents in the educational experience as much as possible -- especially in a matter as serious as this."

Mrs. Ducey nodded slightly. Jenny played with her hands and bit her lower lip. The headmistress continued. "As I informed you when we spoke on the telephone earlier, Jenny was caught cheating on a trigonometry exam this morning. This is her third such offense. Ordinarily, under school policy, Jenny would be expelled."

The girl's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Mrs. Ducey remained impassive. "However," Ms. Wolcott went on, "because of your cooperation, we have worked out an alternative. When a student repeatedly commits the same offenses, such as Jenny, we've often found that the student is not receiving the guidance and support she needs at home. Parental involvement is very important during a young girl's formative years, as I'm sure you'll agree?"

Another nod from Mrs. Ducey. "Therefore, in not correcting the student's misbehavior, the parents share the guilt for subsequent transgressions. Whenever possible, we attempt to have the parents share in the students' punishment."

Ms. Wolcott then addressed the girl directly. "Jenny, the first time you cheated, you received half a dozen swats on your panties. The second time, it was a full dozen. This time, I'm doubling the punishment again -- and you'll take the last dozen swats on your bare behind."

Jenny's eyes went from saucers to dinner plates. But Ms. Wolcott hadn't delivered the biggest blow yet. "Your mother has agreed to accept the same."

"No!" Jenny exploded. "Mom, don't! You can paddle me if you want, but, please, Mom, don't let her paddle you!"

"Either both of you get paddled, or Jenny gets expelled," the headmistress stated flatly.

"Then expel me! Mom, don't do this! It isn't fair!"

Mrs. Ducey spoke for the first time. "It's very fair. Ms. Wolcott is right. I've been neglecting you, Jenny. I've let my job take up too much of my time. But that's going to change, right now."

"Mom, no! Please! It's all my fault! Don't let her paddle you, please!"

"Jenny," her mother replied gently, "you're not to blame. If I'd done a better job raising you, you wouldn't have cheated once, let alone three times, and we wouldn't be here now." The girl continued her protests, but Mrs. Ducey cut her off. "The issue is settled. This is the only way. I can't let you be expelled. We've both done wrong, now let's take our punishments and start again."

Ms. Wolcott nodded her approval. "Very wise, Mrs. Ducey. Would you please stand up and move your chair back?" Both women rose. Mrs. Ducey placed her chair against the wall, well out of the way, while the headmistress opened a cupboard and took out a wooden fraternity-style paddle. Jenny fidgeted in her chair, softly moaning, "No, please, don't."

"Please bend over the desk, Mrs. Ducey," Ms. Wolcott instructed. Obediently, the woman stretched herself across the headmistress's desk, grasping the far end with both hands. "Now, remain in that position until I'm done. Otherwise, I'll have to start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Mrs. Ducey responded, gazing intently straight at Jenny. The girl flushed and tried to look away, but found her eyes drawn back to the spectacle.

"Very well." Tucking the paddle under one arm, the headmistress took hold of Mrs. Ducey's dress and raised it up about her waist. Jenny gasped. Beneath her mother's dress were no pantyhose or stockings, just a pair of plain white cotton panties, stretched to their limit by the woman's straining thighs and buttocks.

Ms. Wolcott held the paddle momentarily against Mrs. Ducey's bottom, measuring the distance, then drew back and delivered a stout blow. CRACK! The sound echoed in the small room. Jenny flinched; Mrs. Ducey grimaced and inhaled sharply. The headmistress waited about ten seconds, then repeated the swat. CRACK! Mrs. Ducey reared up, a small "Oh!" involuntarily escaping her lips, but didn't lose her grip on the desk.

The paddling continued, the swats landing ten to fifteen seconds apart. Mrs. Ducey squirmed and yipped each time the paddle landed. Jenny, unable to tear her eyes away, pressed her legs tightly together and wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to squeeze into a protective ball.

At last, Ms. Wolcott administered the last swat of the first session. Mrs. Ducey laid still on the desk, her breathing shallow and rapid. The headmistress stood quietly for a minute, giving them both a break, then set the paddle on the desk. "The next dozen swats will be on your bare bottom," she announced as she placed both hands on the waistband of Mrs. Ducey's panties.

Jenny interrupted again. "No, please! Don't paddle her any more! She's had enough! Please!"

"Be quiet, Jenny," her mother answered in a strained voice. "We agreed this was the appropriate punishment. Go ahead, Ms. Wolcott."

"Well ... can't you at least leave her panties up?"

"Jenny, I said be quiet. Believe me, I want this over as much as you do, and you're only prolonging things by interrupting."

The girl lapsed into silence as Ms. Wolcott smoothly yanked Mrs. Ducey's panties down to the hollows of her knees. Jenny winced as she saw her mother's bottom, splotched red and pink from the paddle.

Without any further delay, the headmistress took up the paddle and measured it against Mrs. Ducey's backside again, then, CRACK! the first swat of the second dozen landed. The woman squealed loudly as the impacted skin turned first deathly white, then dark, angry red. Again a short delay, then, CRACK! the swat was repeated. Jenny's hands shot up to cover her mouth and nose; she looked on with horror.

CRACK! "OWWW!" CRACK! "OWWWWW!" Mrs. Ducey shut her eyes against the pain. Jenny's hands went from her face to tightly grip the seat of her chair. CRACK! The woman raised her left foot from the floor. CRACK! The left foot went down, the right taking its place. CRACK! Right foot back down. CRACK! Both feet kicked upwards. CRACK! Another buck, another loud squeal. CRACK! Buck and squeal repeated. CRACK! Only one leg kicked, but the squeal was the loudest yet.

Ms. Wolcott made the last swat a crushing blow. CRACK! Mrs. Ducey threw her head back and howled, raising both legs, then relaxed over the desk. The room felt strangely quiet. Both Ducey women were white-knuckled, tears streaming from their eyes. The mother's bottom was now solid red, with some purplish areas indicating rapidly-developing bruises.

After a few minutes recovery time, the headmistress spoke. "Well done, Mrs. Ducey. Your portion of the punishment is complete. You may get up now." The woman released the desk and slowly pushed herself to her feet, both hands going to her inflamed buttocks. She massaged and kneaded gently, then gingerly pulled her panties back up, meanwhile accepting some tissues from Ms. Wolcott. They then turned to the girl, still sitting forlornly.

"All right, Jenny, it's your turn. Please take your mother's place." Slowly, reluctantly, Jenny stood up, shuffled to the desk, and laid down across it. Ms. Wolcott wasted no time in raising the short uniform skirt, revealing regulation white cotton panties. She repeated her instructions about not moving out of position, then started applying the paddle to Jenny's round behind.

Mrs. Ducey watched the paddling impassively, still rubbing her bottom and wiping her eyes. Jenny, perhaps trying to follow her mother's example, took the first dozen swats quite well, yelping and kicking with each, but keeping her grip on the desk. She moaned softly in protest as Ms. Wolcott lowered her panties, which the headmistress ignored.

The heavy paddle impacting her bare cheeks was more than Jenny could stand. CRACK! "OWWWWWWWWWWW!" CRACK! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" CRACK! "No more, please!" And the girl let go of the desk, reaching an arm behind her to ward off further swats.

"Jenny!" Ms. Wolcott admonished. "I'm appalled! Your mother took her paddling! Surely you're as brave as her!"

"Please, Ms. Wolcott! It hurts too much! I can't take any more! Please!"

"Young lady, if you don't put your hand back on the desk this instant, I'll start the paddling over!"

"No, please, don't! I've learned my lesson! I won't cheat again! Please, stop!"

Mrs. Ducey interrupted her daughter's pleading. "Jenny, put your hand down now, or I'll paddle you after Ms. Wolcott's done."

Stung by her mother's words, Jenny resumed her grip on the desk. Despite her best efforts, though, she couldn't remain silent as the paddle began landing again.

CRACK! "AAAAA!" CRACK! "OHHHHH!" CRACK! "PLEEEEEASE!" CRACK! "PLEASE, NOOOOOO!" CRACK! "NOOOOO MORE!" CRACK! "PLEASE, STOP!" CRACK! "MOM, PLEASE!" CRACK! "MOMMMMMY!" CRACK! "AAAUUUUGH!"

Then, it was over. Jenny laid across the desk, sobbing uncontrollably. Mrs. Ducey stood beside her daughter, gently rubbing the girl's back and shoulders, as Ms. Wolcott put the paddle away.

"There, there, Jenny," Mrs. Ducey said softly. "It's all over now. Let it all out, dear, let everything out."

Jenny regained her feet, then hugged her mother hard. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, Mom, I'm s-so sorry," she gasped out between sobs.

"I know, honey. I'm sorry too. Let's never do this again, okay?"

"Okay," Jenny managed, then broke down again, crying on her mother's shoulder for several minutes. Mrs. Ducey held her daughter tight, rocking back and forth from foot to foot and making soft, comforting noises. Ms. Wolcott busied herself with some paperwork on her desk.

When the girl regained her composure and pulled up her panties, the headmistress said, "Jenny, please wait in the outer office for a few minutes. I need to speak with your mother a bit more."

After a reassuring nod and a last hug from her mother, Jenny slowly left the room. As the door shut, the two women faced each other, faces impassive.

Mrs. Ducey cracked first. Slowly, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards. At the sight, Ms. Wolcott also smiled; then both women doubled up, trying to stifle their laughter.

"Not so loud! She'll hear us!" cautioned the headmistress.

"I still can't believe we pulled it off," Mrs. Ducey answered.

"You were great! So serious, so solemn. 'I want this over as much as you do.' I never thought I'd hear you say that!"

"I'm just glad Richard and I haven't played for a couple of weeks. Can you imagine if I'd had a red butt already?"

"And those panties! Where did you ever get those? I almost lost it when I saw them!"

"They're Jenny's. I ran home and got them."

"They almost split right down the middle when I was whacking you."

"Well, they are two sizes too small." This provoked another round of subdued laughter.

"Seriously, though," Ms. Wolcott finally said, wiping her eyes, "Jenny is an excellent student, but this can't happen again. I stretched the rules for you this time, but next time I'll have to expel her."

"It won't happen again. I'll make sure of that," Mrs. Ducey answered grimly.

"Jenny gets frustrated sometimes, and she's too stubborn to ask for help when she needs it."

"She gets that from her father. But she's very responsible, and I'm sure this reminder that her actions have consequences will be enough. I can probably milk this for the rest of the year."

Ms. Wolcott looked thoughtful. "If there is a 'next time,' why don't we get Richard in here?"

Mrs. Ducey shook her head. "No, he's not willing to switch yet. I'm still working on him. If he came in, he'd likely paddle you."

"Hmmm ... well, not in front of Jenny."

"You're incorrigible." And again the two had to swallow their giggles.

Once they'd calmed down again, Mrs. Ducey said, "Well, I'd best get the little darling home and start reinforcing this lesson. See you at the munch this Saturday?"

"You know it," the headmistress responded.

"I don't suppose you could bring that paddle?"

"Now who's incorrigible?"

After a last round of silent laughter, Mrs. Ducey set her face in her best "stern mother" expression and left the office, collecting her daughter on her way out. Ms. Wolcott, smiling inwardly, turned her mind once again to her duties, overseeing St. Lily of the Fields High School for Girls.