Heads I raised the cane, watching her body tense in anticipation. The air between us was thick with tension, almost palpable, as I prepared to strike. With a controlled motion, I brought the cane down sharply. The first stroke landed with a loud crack across her bare bottom. She flinched, her body jerking at the sudden impact. I saw her skin ripple and quickly flush a deep, angry red where the cane had struck. A welt bega...

I've always wanted to be an actor on stage. I knew my skills weren't up to much, so I was thrilled to see an advert in the local paper from a little theatre company. They were casting for a new play and auditions were next weekend. I duly arrived at the stage door on Saturday as the advert had requested. I was expecting to see others there, but it seems I was the only applicant! I was ushered in to meet the director and s...

On Friday evening I arrived, again a few minutes late. I had forgotten that Mr. Davis’s secretary had asked me to go to his house instead of the school. It wasn’t far away but it took me a few minutes to find where I could park. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Davis let me in, showing me through into his study which was much more comfortably furnished than the spartan office he had at the school. A lad of about Tim’s eighteen...

As she put down the phone, Fiona was worried. Tim had called her just as she had got out of her bath. They had been chatting for maybe half an hour as she sat, naked on her bed. As she often did when he called, she had been teasing herself as they talked, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stroking herself, and very slowly and gently masturbating. She was wet again now and quite aroused, but as he hung up she was also w...

After we calmed down, Ann said she was going to send Gemma some of our photos. Given how reserved Ann normally was, I expected her to choose the less hardcore pictures. But to my surprise, she included many of the action shots and a couple of the creampie ending. What had the cane done to her? After Ann had sent the pictures, there was some further email chat. It seemed that Gemma was really impressed with the photos and...

A few weeks after the weekend of the Open day, Fiona was taking a long, lazy breakfast with the Saturday papers. The doorbell rang, and she quickly gathered her dressing gown around her before opening the front door. The postman had her mail together with a special delivery which needed signing for. He handed over a small envelope which was marked ‘Private and Personal’. The name and address were handwritten in a clear ha...

The next morning Fiona stepped quietly out of the room, leaving Tim asleep in the bed. She was horny and had woken, hoping to resume where they had left off the night before, but he was deep asleep. Frustrated and unable to get back to sleep, she had taken a quick shower, deciding to go for a jog in the warm sunshine. She didn’t run a lot, but when the mood took her she quite enjoyed it and it certainly helped tone up her...

Fiona stood up stiffly from the chair and quickly pushed her skirt down. She didn’t want to show Mr Davis any more than she already had done during the caning. Then, without either of them saying anything else, she left the study. As she walked along the corridor towards the science block, she realised that Mr Davis still had her knickers, but that was the least of her worries. What on earth would she tell her boyfriend,...

Fiona and Tim had both been looking forward to the Celwood School open day. The school only took students aged sixteen years or older. Tim had gone there to study for his university entrance exams when he was eighteen. Tim was keen to visit because he was a past pupil and Fiona because she had been excited by the stories Tim used to tell her about his school days. Fiona had most enjoyed the stories Tim had told her about...

After we got home from our weekend spa break, neither of us could put from our minds the marks that the cane had left on the girl in the room next door's bottom. I’d seen the welts in the sauna, but Ann, my girlfriend had seen them close up in the changing room showers. The next time we had sex, I imagined that I had just caned Ann and her bottom was covered in the marks. In reality, I had to satisfy myself with just span...

Like most self-employed people, Becky was struggling as a hairdresser during lockdown. No clients meant no money, but the bills didn’t seem to stop. She’d already resorted to cancelling every subscription she had and had even sold her TV on eBay. But she was still short of cash. At twenty-six years old and living the single life she had no one to help with the bills. Out of desperation, she’d texted one of her clients to...

We'd been talking about a spa break for a while now. With Ann's upcoming birthday and a special offer at one of the hotels we'd been looking at, now seemed the right time. So we made a weekend spa break booking. Ann and I both liked staying in hotels. Having someone makeup your room each day and cook food for you was a luxury. We also liked fucking on all the furniture and trying different positions afforded by the room l...

Lucy was thrilled to be offered a place at Carbeach University for a media studies course. It was a two year course and was far enough away from home to mean she would have to stay in the Halls of Residence. The University student accommodation wasn't the normal big blocks with students all crammed into dormitories, but individual houses each taking ten students.Lucy was being shown around her new home by the senior stude...

I was running a property management course for prospective landlords at a hotel recently. Sitting in the front row were three very pretty girls, about twenty-five to thirty years-old. They were dressed smartly and looked as if they were related, all with shapely figures and shoulder-length brown hair. During the day I got to talk to them in the coffee breaks and over lunch. It turned out they were sisters, Susan aged twen...

A sextape from my girlfriend's sister arrives... About a week after my first caning of Ann’s sister, Emma, I was sitting at home alone one evening when I received an email from her. This in itself wasn’t unusual as she often sent us stuff she thought we’d like. More often than not it was discount vouchers for Ann’s favourite shops. This time, however, the email was just addressed to me and contained a simple message, “I t...