My name is Debbie Smart. I divorced Mike three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, before becoming my spouse. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike's love of fucking my arse. We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!! I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant co...

After our caning for Debbie using a crib sheet, we didn't imagine we would be back in trouble two months later.   Deb's and I played truant to watch a film, Goals at the pictures. Our exams were over and I was due to leave school for University that August if I got my expected grades, Deb's had her A level year to complete.   We wrote each other notes excusing us from school and signed them. Not being in the same class an...

My name is Susan Smart, I am a petite blond, looking fit to fuck at forty-three years of age, so they tell me. I divorced in my thirties and lived happily with my daughter Debbie until she married her long-term boyfriend Mike last year. I have enjoyed relationships with both sexes, including my boss, daughter, and her mother-in-law. I am addicted to corporal punishment since my school experiences and it plays a massive pa...

When they arrived at Marion's she parked the car on the drive and the three girls entered the house. Debbie was leaking down below with excitement remembering what had just happened and what was still to come. Her hands were still stinging from her caning but her mind was in overdrive remembering her own and the other punishments. Her mother Susan looked at her daughter's damaged palms and as she kissed them told her she...

Debbie's mum Susan had met Mike's mum Marion at ten sharp as arranged in the Olde Coffee Shop in the High Street. They greeted each other like old friends and the conversation was soon flowing very nicely. Sue was a stunning natural blonde and Marion could tell who Debbie has her good looks from. Wherever Sue went, people looked twice at her and although she had no regular boyfriend she was never short of a partner when o...

I arranged to meet Marion at ten o'clock at her house. After my last visit I felt excited about the sex we would enjoy and the stories I promised I would tell her about my school punishments. Marion was standing at her door in her robe as I parked my car on her drive and walked up the path to her house. No sooner was I inside the front door my clothes were disappearing and our hands were exploring each other's bodies whil...

My name is Debbie Webb, nee Smart. I'm five-foot-seven with large blue eyes, long slender legs, and naturally blond hair. I have been married to Mike, my schoolboy sweetheart, for three years and have lived together for five. I have fashionably styled hair cut into a page boy bob. My admirers of both sexes tell me I have stunning looks with a figure so hot it could melt ice. I've worked in the home office since finishing...

It was 1966 and a year to remember for many reasons. I was at Harrow Grammar School a very strict but with excellent sport and academic results.  Debbie, my girlfriend, was nearly seventeen, a real beauty and I was in the year above. We had been going out for about six months and we felt very much in love. She was very popular at school with staff and pupils and excelled both academically and sports-wise. Corporal punishm...

As I drove away from my house I wasn't thinking about my boss Steve, who I was about to pick up. We would be away together in Liverpool all week working and no doubt enjoying the sex we always indulged in. My life had changed dramatically in the last couple of months but none more so than the weekend just passed. My daughter and I were so entwined not only by our love of corporal punishment but the sex we enjoy with each...

My name is Lucy Edwards. I am seventeen, nearly eighteen years old, a five-foot-six tall blond, slim and rather attractive, so friends of both sexes tell me. One evening a week, I attend a Further Education college with my best friend Debbie Smart to study "A" level Sociology because my school doesn't deliver this qualification. We require this for the university courses we had identified, so this proved ideal and recomme...

Debbie attended her interview at Warwick University where her boyfriend Mike was a first-year student. She had acquitted herself excellently during the interview and the professor who conducted it told her he expected that she would be a credit to the university. Miss Artur, the head of her school had given her a glowing reference and she had impressed him with her outgoing personality, academic, and sporting prowess. She...

My name is Jennifer Lorraine Parfit; I am five foot seven tall, seventeen years old and in my final year at school. I have long blonde hair, a pretty face (so they tell me) and a figure that attracts plenty of attention from both sexes. I attend a prestigious academy that is a renowned learning institute. The school is for girls whose parents can afford to pay for them to receive a privileged education. Besides being a fe...

As the cane whistled through the air, only stopping when striking my innocent palm with a crack, I yelped at the pain emanating from my hand. I had promised myself I would take my punishment stoically and not cry or make a fuss but never realised that the pain would be this demanding. Despite my best effort to be brave, tears were running down my cheeks and flowing freely as the cane strokes landed, causing excruciate sti...

It is the month of June in the year nineteen sixty-two. After six years at senior school, in less than two months, I will complete my education. Little did I know that it would be the couple of months that would change my life forever. I live in Essex, attend Rockfield Grammar school for girls and find the predicament I find myself in so difficult to comprehend. One minute, I believed I was the most contented girl alive a...

My long blonde hair tossed from side to side as my head swayed in perfect harmony with David's cock as it was fucking my pussy vigorously. My clitoris protruded like a small penis, as it always does when being sexually aroused. While my love juices sprayed in torrents soaking David, I was experiencing the delights of rediscovering the pleasures of multiple orgasms. My pussy was steaming as my back arched as I met his powe...

My mummy, Carol, was sitting in Miss James's office with tears beginning to blur her eyes. She was waiting to witness me, her only daughter Amy, suffer a headmistress's caning, six strokes across the palms of my hands. We both understood why I was there and agreed with Miss James it was nothing less than I deserved. My name is Amy Thompson. I have just turned eighteen and will complete my final year at Berkley Grammer Sch...

Looking at Gregg sleeping beside me, I knew I had never felt so content as I lay staring into his handsome face. This attractive, good-to-be-with, built-like-a-stallion young man may give me at least ten years in age, but he is arguably the most impressive and desirable fellow I have ever had the pleasure to feel between my legs. I have embraced being single for the last five years, and there aren't many sexual activities...

"Fuck me harder, yes harder, oh fucking yes, I'm there, yeeeeees," I screamed as John pumped his magnificent penis vigorously inside my responsive vagina. He pounded me until I wept tears of joy as I exploded when he shot his spunk into my throbbing pussy. I arched my back, pushing my pelvis upwards to meet his cock, tossing my long blond hair from side to side. I couldn't stop shaking or crying with joy while experiencin...

My name is Alison Bathgate. I am thirty-three years old, and fortunately for me, with my radiant face and stunning figure, friends and family frequently inform me that I comfortably pass for a girl in her twenties, if not her teens. That is flattery that I never tire of hearing. I divorced David, my ex-husband, three years ago after marrying him when I was twenty-four after seven years of courting. We waited that long to...

"Debbie, I had a meeting on Friday with, as it transpired, an old friend of yours who informed me she has been your bestie ever since your school days, Jenny Hammond," David said to me. We were doing as we do, spending a romantic Saturday morning, which usually means fucking for England until we went out for our traditional pub lunch. We had been trying new positions for hours, and, of course, our latest favourite, David,...