You coerce the middle-aged woman into a paddling

"I have to say, I think these young ladies have behaved with great decorum, considering the circumstances," you say. "In fact, the only person disturbing our meals seems to be you. Therefore, I will give you five swats."

"Oh, no, I don't carry an implement any more," the mature female responds condescendingly, even as she waves the cheerleader's paddle for emphasis.

"What's that then?" You nod to the item in question and she seems to notice the object in her hand as if for the first time.

"Oh, this isn't mine," she replies hastily, "it's hers." She points the paddle at Johanna who slowly shakes her head.

"No, miss, this—" the naked fresher picks up her wand, "—is mine."

"Well, then—" But you cut her off before she can say more.

"So now you're telling untruths as well! In any case, you should know that it is carrying an implement, not owning it, that makes you eligible for a spanking. So, skirt up, knickers down (if you're wearing some) or we can take the matter up with the authorities." You don't know whether your analysis would hold up in a court of law (without using the Rulebook, at any rate), but hope she won't want to find out either.

It turns out you're right as, with an anguished glance back to her table where two other women of a similar vintage are sitting, she finally complies with your demand, exposing a pair of surprisingly shapely nates to the restaurant and exhibiting commendable flexibility as she's able to get her hands down to her ankles. Although she's not bad for her age, this is probably the least sexy spanking you've given so far and you administer the swats dispassionately. They don't cause much reaction, not even a slight wetness of the eyes, but the darkening ovals on each cheek will remind her whenever she sits for the next few days. Thinking of which, you suggest that maybe she should exchange her chair for one of those Amelia and Johanna have been experiencing.

This is when she breaks down, starting to sob freely, either from the humiliation or expectation that the pain will be worse than the paddling. Still, she doesn't appeal against your decision and tips you with a handful of cash before returning to explain the situation to her companions. You give the paddle back to its owner (who's grinning from ear to ear at the way things have turned out) and say you hope she didn't mind you borrowing it.

"Oh, no, Professor," comes the response, the appellation telling you she knows who you are, "I loved every second!"

Johanna had been concentrating on her meal, but now she looks up and smiles at you.

"Thank-you, Professor."

"There's no need to thank me; I was only acting for that lady's benefit. However, there's something else we need to address." You look meaningfully at Amelia, who is mystified by your attention, although her date realizes what's happening.

"Amelia," you begin, "your attitude to that woman's spanking was inappropriate. Unless you are asked to watch a punishment, either for your own education or to increase the recipient's embarrassment, you should do your best to ignore it and go about your normal business, as Johanna did. You certainly shouldn't be loving it." The stunning blonde looks suitably chastened by your words and apprehensive about the consequences.