On a Wednesday evening, a few days after the weekend in Dorset, Julia called me.

"Mary has just gone to Julio's wine bar, and it's near your flat."

"Thank you, and I am on my way."

It was a ten-minute drive in light traffic. I saw a girl matching Mary's description sitting at a table, so I ordered a G&T at the bar. I took care not to look at her until she was waiting for the bill, when I glanced at her and smiled. She returned my smile and came over to the bar.

I said, "Did you enjoy your supper?"

"Yes," she said, "their sea bass is lovely."

"Can I get you a drink, please?"

"Please, could I join you for a G&T?"

We had two more and a chat. I told her my name and said, "You could be a Mary."

She looked amazed and said, "How did you know?"

"You have that look."

"That's incredible because no one has ever guessed it before!"

As we finished our drinks, I said, "It's not private here. Would you like to come to my flat for a drink, please?"

With a lovely smile, she said, "Why not? I'm not at college until late tomorrow morning."

My flat is a modern penthouse on top of an older block owned by our company. Mary said, "It must be fantastic to live in this lovely modern place."

"It is, and it's a reward for what I do and have done for the company, but I am lucky to live here."

"Andrew, I came out straight from college, so please can I take a shower?"

I like directness in a girl, and her self-assurance impressed me.

"Yes, of course," and showed Mary my en-suite shower in its small bathroom. She left the bathroom door open, took a pee and a shower, not caring about privacy. I organised some music and more drinks, assuming that she would like another G&T.

She emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, and I handed her a G&T! I said, "I should take a shower."

In record time, I was back with her clad in a towel and boxer shorts, and adjusted the lighting. Mary turned towards me with her head on my shoulder, and I fondled her under the bathrobe. A 'Little Night Music' played.

Mary said, "In the bistro, you looked so self-assured, and were enjoying life?"

"Yes, and I hope things go well for you?"

"I did well in school, and I loved my parents, but my father's relationship with my mother deteriorated, although they stayed together. My father and I were very close, and all was OK until I was sixteen, when he developed an unhealthy thing for me, which he kept under control."

"He imposed restrictions, which I didn't deserve, and it upset me. Late on a Friday night, I came back drunk from a party. I was seventeen and hadn't had a sexual encounter beyond some kissing and cuddling, but he was furious."

"On Saturday morning, he came to my room and gave me a terrible caning on my bare bottom, then drove off in his car, lost control on an icy road and hit a truck head-on, killing himself. His caning, whilst very painful, was an enormous stimulus for me. I wanted to have sex, and it may have been mutual, but I made no sign or move, and neither did he. The memory of it haunts me."

"Good Lord! I hope you don't blame yourself for it?"

"No, not consciously, but it affected my subconscious and left me with demons. My mother took me to a psychiatrist who advised me to compartmentalise my life and put my nasty experience away so as not to let it afflict my existence, and this helped."

"You poor girl. Is there anything I can do, please?"

Mary burst into tears and said, "When I saw you, I prayed you were the mature man who would understand me. I'm not looking for a shoulder to cry on, only someone with the time to listen."

I said, "Have you heard of Siegfried Sassoon from the family who founded HSBC? He suffered from shell shock during the Great War and was lucky to be offered what he called 'The Talking Cure.' It will help you, and I can offer it, so please stop crying. Your attractive appearance has affected my motives, inevitably!"

Mary locked wet eyes with me and smiled. "Andrew, you will be my first full encounter with a man, because my demons prevented me until now. A few weeks ago on Saturday night, they got the better of me. I went out alone, got very drunk, and collapsed unconscious. The emergency services found me, pumped my stomach, and the police interviewed me, but did not prosecute after hearing my story. A senior WPC flirted with me, and we had a brief affair, one of a few I have had with other women since I arrived at Uni. She was so kind, and she asked me not to reveal her ID, because what she did is against their rules, but who cares about rules? I must protect her because of her kindness."

This squared the circle for me. Aware of my responsibility, I considered my position. An offer of help could lead to a long-term relationship with her, which, if we were compatible, would be an enormous change in my life, and there was ample room for it. However, I ought not to let her become dependent on me until certainty arrives.

"Mary, I'm delighted to help a beautiful girl! You are giving of yourself and taking nothing from me, nor damaging the position of any other lady. Now, I'm going to take a liberty," and gently eased the bath towel away from her to reveal her beautiful nakedness. She pulled at my bathrobe, and I let it fall. Under my shorts, I had an enormous erection.

"Your little brother is getting cheeky."

"I must offer you the spare room tonight, although it's unlikely to be your choice!"

"Naughty boy!"

Mary possessed beautiful curves, a flat tummy, cute breasts, a Brazilian shaved mound, and a neat pussy. I had laid a large towel on the bed so that natural activities would not stain the bedclothes, and I lowered Mary onto it.

She lay there in her youthful beauty, and I persuaded her to get into a tasteful posture and to photograph her as a memento of the occasion, which I hoped she would always treasure.  With her propped up on two pillows, she assumed the classic position with her right knee raised and her right hand on it, with her left leg flat on the bed angled away from the right.  Mary put her left hand over her exposed pussy, which was unnecessary, so I said, "Why don't you fondle your breasts with your left hand?"

"Naughty boy!"

I adjusted the lighting and took several shots with my digital camera because I never use my phone for anything requiring security because the phone is so insecure.  With the photos downloaded to my PC, I printed one to show her, which she loved!

"It is tasteful and erotic at the same time!"

We were in each other's arms, exchanging tongues as I stroked her hair and gently felt her soaking parts.

"Would you like it if I kissed your little sister?"

"You will be the first man to do it, and I can't wait."

She opened her legs and pulled my head down there! Her inner lips suffused crimson, and her clitoris was in a state of high arousal as I nibbled gently at it, whilst ecstasy consumed her. Her pussy was already in moderate spasm as I tapped my curled finger upwards to where the G spot is frequently located, which had the desired effect.

"Aaah, it's wonderful. I'm having my second orgasm, please screw me now."

Mary had the tightest pussy, and the sex act with her was pure bliss. I remained hard within her for as long as I could, whilst I smothered her in kisses.

"Andrew, I thought it must be a tiger 'doing' me. My long wait has been worth it."

Eventually, I could no longer sustain my erection and had to withdraw.

"Put your hand on my pussy and feel me."

In each other's arms, we kissed and cuddled. I asked her if she would like to spend the weekend with me from Friday evening, and I would show her how to get in and out of the flat, because I would be at work until late afternoon on Saturday. "Mary, have the demons gone on holiday?"

She smiled and said, "Don't worry. I won't go drinking, because I don't want to spoil things for later!"

I could sense the change in her.

In the morning, I copied her photos to a memory stick and gave it to her. We exchanged mobile numbers and bid each other fond farewells.

My mobile rang on Thursday evening, and it was Julia.

"Well done, Mary is smitten with you! I have never heard such expressions of love, because that's what it is."

"Julia, I can't thank you enough for sending her my way. I'm smitten too, and it bothers me, because we have just met, but it's very welcome. If this works, and I hope it will, Mary will fill a gap in my life, and I'm wondering what will become of me with the sisterhood."

"Sure, I understand, and she told me she cried, but realised she was being silly and stopped. She is so relieved to have met someone who listens and tries to understand her."

"I haven't spanked or caned her yet."

"Sure, and perhaps it's less important to her than it first appeared, so let her set the pace."

"That's what I thought, and she hasn't 'connected' us?"

"We talked, and she has not connected us, but she said it surprised her you had guessed her name in the bistro, and understood her problems instantly, which to her was incredible."

"That's good, and you don't see any problems looming?"

"Only you won't have time for the rest of us!"

"Whose idea was it, and sincerely, I have again to thank you for it? A sore bum awaits!"

"Naughty boy. I need to get on."

"OK, and many thanks. I will be in touch."

The call ended, and I put Julia's motive down to a good conscience.

Shortly afterwards, Mary called me!

"We are still meeting tomorrow, please?"

"Yes, nothing has changed, and it's great to hear from you. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine and so relieved to hear your voice, so it isn't a dream!"

"It's been hardly twenty-four hours, and to you it may feel like a lifetime! Don't worry. I'm longing to be with you again."

"My sore pussy and little sister tell me that things happened, but a sore bottom would be a more powerful reminder!"

"Naughty girl!"

"I deserve it."

"No, you don't, but it won't stop me from giving you one if you so desire! You will stay for the weekend, won't you?"

"Yes, of course," and so on!

I was happy and aroused by the end of the call! Unusually for me, I had to take care of my raging erection! They say it's good for men because it may reduce the risk of prostate problems later in life!

Mary arrived at seven on the Friday evening in a figure-hugging black and white dress. We went to my favourite French restaurant and had a light meal, because adult activities don't go well on a full stomach. Afterwards, we walked along the river, stopping at a pub for a glass of wine before heading to the flat.

She took my head in her hands and kissed me. There was an assurance in her general manner, and the desperate look in her expression had gone. I held her hand, surreptitiously taking her pulse, which was normal, so she relaxed in my company.

Mary got ready quickly. She washed her parts on the bidet, as I guessed she had showered before leaving her flat. It was a cool evening, and we had done nothing to raise a sweat!

I had cleaned up in the shower and was ready with nature's evidence on display!

Mary eased herself into a reclining position on pillows.

"Andrew, thank you so much for making time for me. I'm a naughty girl to bother you. The music on Wednesday was perfect, and I would love to hear it again, please."

"Darling, you sounded so happy on the phone. It lifted my spirits, because I have missed too much in life. How has it been over the last two days?"

"Yesterday, I had to pinch myself to be sure it wasn't a dream, but today, reality returned, and I got off to a good start with revision."

"What do you study?"

"I'm in my final year of physics with astrophysics, and the exams are two months off. If I get at least an Upper Second, and I should, I'm planning to do a master's degree in computational astrophysics."

"You clever girl!"

"Enough about that! Andrew, I told you about my problems on Wednesday, and you broke through my mental block. It was transformational, but did it do anything for you?"

"Mary, thank you for filling a gap in my life. Was anything lacking during our first steps together?"

"No, everything was way beyond my expectations."

"I don't want to dominate your psyche as you approach your finals. It's only two months, and you need time to resolve things."

"Andrew, it's so kind of you to think of me in that way. These next two months to me will feel like forever, but to you, it's just 'two months' and you know it will pass."

I kissed her lips, and then her nipples, which were rock hard. My hand moved down to her mound, and I felt for her clitoris with my middle finger.

Mary eased herself into a more reclined position and opened her legs.

"Please, let it be just like Wednesday!"

"Have you experienced a vibrator?"

"No, I am embarrassed to go to a sex shop and buy one, and I can't buy one online because I'm away from the apartment by day during the week, so deliveries are difficult."

"Would you like to try one?"

"As long as it won't give me a psychic shock, it's fine," she said with a sly look on her pretty face!

It was excellent to see her finding her feet with me!

"I have a new thin one. Shall we try it?"

"Why not, but please, go down on me first."

This was the first time Mary had expressed a sexual request. Her attitude since we made it to bed showed that she was in an improved psychological state. I took my time to smother her in kisses before licking her clitoris and fingering her G spot.

"Please, I can't wait, so stick it in me."

There was no need to lubricate the vibrator because her pussy was soaking, so I introduced the vibrator, rotating it gently on its axis to slide it home. Her reaction was immediate, but I asked, "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No. There was an enormous sensation as you slid it in, and it's so powerful."

I continued licking her clitoris, and I had to keep light pressure on the outboard end of the vibrator to stop her pushing it out with her pelvic muscles. Mary was arching her back in the grip of a tremendous orgasm, when she said, "Stop, let it come out before I shake to pieces."

Her clitoris had swelled with blood and was in motion.

"I've had four orgasms, you naughty boy. This isn't your first rodeo, is it?"

"No. You are the beneficiary of practice and experience."

"Andrew, I'm a lucky girl."

"We are both lucky."

"Please, I want to feel your dick inside me."

That was an easy one, as I was bursting. It was effortless, because her pelvic area was in muscle spasm, my arousal was enormous, and Mary was a lovely, responsive and welcoming girl. I came within thirty seconds, and because of precautions, I had to withdraw and clean up.

She said, "Can't you stay inside me?"

"No. It's dangerous with this method of contraception."

"That's it. Thank you for your consideration. I must get an implant, which is reversible, unlike a vasectomy."

Mary had been thinking ahead, and it was good news!

"Andrew, would you like a blowjob?"

"Yes, please!"

"OK, but be patient, because it's my first."

I took her head in my hands and looked into her eyes.

"You're sure? Please, only if you are comfortable with it. I can wait."

"You consider my feelings! I don't deserve!"

"Yes, you do, but let me clean him up for you."

I came back, presentable for a girl who was fastidious.

"You saw it done on the internet?"

"Yes! Where else!"

I said, "Can we do it as a '69'?"

"Then I must be clean for you."

She got up and went to the en-suite, and I followed, keen to find out if she would accept my presence.

"You have eaten and screwed me, so I have little to hide!"

As she squatted on the bidet, I helped wash her, and she shivered with pleasure as I exposed her clitoris to the water flow.

I got into position on the bed as she lowered her pussy towards me, taking her weight on her lower arms against my thighs as she went to work on me and I gave oral attention to her vulva and clitoris. Mary delighted me that despite her inexperience, she gave a marvellous blow job, and this accomplished as she orgasmed from my oral attention while I fondled her bottom cheeks. I wondered if she would ask for the kiss of the cane! It was seventh heaven, and in orgasmic bliss, we collapsed and lay there.

She said, "A week ago, I wouldn't have considered washing my pussy in front of a man, and with you here, it's natural!"

I took her in my arms and said, "How are your inner feelings?"

"They say a week is a long time in politics. It may be even longer in the change of one's confidence. Andrew, I'm independently wealthy because of the trust my father set up for me, so I'm not a gold digger. He caned me, but he made sure I was well off in the event of his death."

I wasn't shocked, and I welcomed her honesty. It's possible that acquaintances might wonder about her motivation when they met Mary, and perhaps she wanted to make things clear.

"Darling, the thought had never crossed my mind, because I thought you were a bird shot in one wing, and I should help you heal and fly again."

I saw tears form in her eyes, but she maintained her composure.

"Andrew, you are a lovely man. When we met in the bistro, for the first time, my pussy twitched as we talked, and I could not have imagined the future feelings of sexual stimulation with you."

She was watching my face, and I had to respond to her.

"Mary, so much of my life for the past nineteen years has been my work, and I must look beyond it. It's as if a fairy godmother ordained your arrival, and I have to thank you for it. We might make fifty days or fifty years! Let's get some sleep and see what tomorrow brings."

Good sex is nature's sleeping pill!

On Saturday, my work activities were over by four pm. Mary had been shopping and was waiting for me in a new trouser suit and looked ravishing! She took me in her arms and smothered me with kisses.

"You look wonderful in the trouser suit! It fits you perfectly!"

"Andrew, it will make you even happier when I get out of it! I'm hungrier for sex than I am for food! I have been fantasising about this all day, and I've got through three panty liners soaked in my pussy juices!"

"They say the brain is the most powerful sex organ, and it obviously is!"

"You are the man from whom I requested something, and you have treated my request in such a gentlemanly way."

"Mary, what else could I do? Let's get ready for what we both love first.

So we cleaned up, and Mary sensibly decided that the bed was the place for whatever followed, and in fresh underwear. I fixed us G&Ts, and lying beside her I said, "It's time for you to know more about me. For the past three years, I have been involved with a group of four women who enjoy the good life, which for them includes sex and 'spanking,' and usually includes caning. They arrived in my life apparently by their choice, and a lady 'inducted' me. I have met three other members, and I'm sure that sexual kink is the link between them. I call them the sisterhood."

"Andrew, there must have been a first contact between you and them?"

"Yes, it took place by chance at a marina in the UK, which has a club and accommodation, and I had booked for the night. The lady who introduced me to the group was staying there, and you can guess the rest."

"Yes, that's easy, and it's great that you are into spanking! It agrees with my estimation that you are no spring chicken!"

I smiled! "They are all successful businesswomen, or have excellent jobs in the public sector, don't want to marry, and they love kinky and discreet sexual encounters with men of similar position and outlook. Most of them are bi, and they want relationships with their men to be private, and the 'brothers' must respect that. I know I'm not the only 'brother,' although I know nothing about the others."

"Andrew, that's amazing!"

"I will have to consider my future actions, because if we develop our relationship, my continuing contact with them will not be acceptable to you. In your position, that's how I would feel."

"It's not for me to reduce your freedom, and perhaps I could be a 'sister'?"

"No disrespect, but they are at least twenty years older than you, and you may not fully appreciate their point of view. Finding someone has been on my mind, and I never actively tried, but you make me happy beyond words. My position with the Sisterhood will have to cease if we become an item, and I'm ready for it.

"Andrew, thank you for telling me, but you will only have to wonder about it if I steal you. I knew that a man in your position would have lady friends, and it's to my benefit."

Stealing me! Another wake-up call!

It had gone ten o'clock when I awoke and cooked breakfast. Mary emerged from the bathroom in slacks and a T-shirt.

"I'm starving!"

We had muesli and an oriental version of an omelette. The weather was perfect, with a spring heat wave.

"Why don't we take a long walk by the river? I've got some lotion if you need it. My sailing club is on the way back, and we can drop in for a drink."

"Yes, I will need the sunblock in this lovely weather."

"I had a weekend in similar."

"Where was that?"

"On my yacht in France."

"You've got a yacht?"

I got out my pictures.

"That's her."

"What an enormous yacht! You can sail it, or is that a silly question?"

"Yes, but I mainly use it as a floating sex palace! I fitted her out for optimum comfort for two!"

"You naughty boy!"

"She doesn't mind, because she always sails beautifully when we are having fun!"

"'We' are the sisterhood?"

"Yes."

"What lucky girls! I've done some dinghy sailing, but never handled a big boat, and I can't wait."

"That's the best, because dinghies teach you the basics the hard way. Once you have achieved that, big boats come easier. It's time to go for a walk."

We strolled for twenty-five minutes along the river towards a bridge, passing boatyards and moorings. Mary said, "None of those boats looks as long as yours."

"You see that Dutch barge houseboat in the marina? That's about the same length as mine, but wider."

"Amazing!"

Mary beamed at me!

She said, "Would you let me sail her?"

"Of course! Get your finals over, and we can pay her a visit. I will give you a book about the seafaring 'rules of the road' to read first."

We arrived at the club, which was busy in the lovely weather.

My friend Joe was there with his current girlfriend Kate. I introduced Mary, and we sat down outside for drinks. I'm sure they wondered at her youth, but when she told them about her studies, there were expressions of admiration.

Mary went to the loo, and in her absence, I said, "She knows about the yacht and can't wait."

Joe and Kate had to get away, and as soon as they had gone, Mary said, "At least we have the rest of today. Will it be convenient for me to leave early in the morning?"

I took her hand!

"Sure, I will pay, and we go."

During the walk to the apartment, Mary said, "If I made a mistake on the yacht, what would you do?"

"That's easy. We hold a mock trial and establish your guilt. I will place you under arrest and at a suitable moment, I will secure you naked over the boom and cane you in the open air, probably at night. I've done it before!”

Mary suddenly stopped walking, squeezed my arm and gasped.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, but I had an orgasm thinking about it. Would people see me being caned?"

"No. We do it after dark and in a private place, probably anchored behind an uninhabited island."

"That's a pity because I wouldn't mind an audience watching it! Andrew, I can't wait. Please, will you cane me today back at the apartment?"

"If you are sure you want it and the experience won't dominate your psyche to the detriment of your studies?"

"No, it won't. My guilty mood has dominated me for too long, and I can guess what follows a sore bum!"

At the apartment, Mary took a shower and came out in panties! I had to put on the air conditioning for the first time that year. She reclined on the bed, and I propped myself up beside her. She held out her arms to me, and said, "I'm ready."

My 'map tube' disguises my implements. I took out two canes, one of five millimetres and another of seven millimetres diameter, and a homemade triple cane comprising three off four millimetre rods by with a 'handle' made by gluing the rods together, and allowing the final twenty centimetres to splay out. This was a favourite of the Sisterhood, and I had treated the rods with linseed oil to keep them springy.

Mary looked at them and said, "None of them are as thick and long as my father's cane, and it left black marks on my bum, which took six weeks to fade."

I said, "Please, will you come over my knee for a hand spanking to warm you up?  The triple cane is ideal for erotic caning, and you can choose the position to receive it, but most important, do you want a caning before or after sex?"

"Andrew, what do you think?"

"We can have sex during the caning. Please, come over my knee for a hand spanking to warm you up."

"Panties off?"

"Yes, please, so I can see your bottom change colour as I warm it!"

It's so erotic to watch a girl remove her panties! Mary lay on my knees as I supported myself with pillows against the bedhead.

"If it gets too much, just say 'stop.'"

"Please, I trust you."

I hand-spanked her bubble bottom, which reddened and warmed, landing each swat as she exhaled, which helped her with the pain. I made it to about forty swats when she said, "This is driving me to an orgasm. Please, will you go down on me?"

"Certainly, I love doing it to a girl who looks and tastes sweet. Please, get up on your knees."

What she didn't know, was that I was going to follow up my suggestion of mixing spanking with sex. Mary was on her knees, and I eased her shoulders down to expose her parts for my attention, and started going down on her, fingering her G spot and kissing her clitoris.

The triple cane was there, and I tapped her bottom with it.

"Let's mix things up. Are you ready?"

She nodded.

Tap-tap whistle 'crack.'

Mary absorbed her first cane stroke from me in silence and without reaction. I gave her a few more, alternating across the cheeks of her bottom, applying the moderate strokes longitudinally so that later, I could apply strokes across both cheeks of her bottom, with the intersections being very tender! She had enjoyed the vibrator as part of sex, so I eased it into her and moved around to her side to begin the horizontal strokes.

Her reaction to the mixture of the vibrator and cane strokes was swift. After about fifteen strokes, she collapsed in an earth-shaking orgasm, and reached back to remove the vibrator.

"Stop before I shake to pieces, you bad boy."

Her clitoris was dark red and in motion, brought about by the triple cane.

"Andrew, I'm still so aroused, and I can take a hard caning. Please, give me a few with a thicker cane, and don't spare me, because I need it."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, please, hurry."

I used the thinner of the two single canes, not wanting her to be sitting on an excessively sore bottom whilst trying to study.

Tap-tap whistle, 'crack'.

I gave her a hard stroke across the fat part of her bottom, and a grey line appeared, slowly turning red. Mary gasped and tensed her bottom muscles, so I gave her time to absorb the sting. After about thirty seconds, she relaxed, so I said, "Are you ready for the next one, please?"

"Yes, and will you give me six of the best, please?"

"Certainly, and if it gets too much, just say 'red,' and I will stop."

"OK."

"You are naughty, and it's gratifying to see you take your punishment like a lady!"

Tap-tap whistle, 'crack'.

The second stroke, which was harder than the first one, landed across her shapely rump.

"OW."

"There is no point in tickling you."

"Beast!"

Tap-tap whistle, 'crack'.

The third stroke, similar to the second.

"On the yacht, with you over the boom, I will use the thicker cane, and the minimum will be twelve strokes!"

"I can't wait! This hurts, but please, cane me harder, you brute!"

Tap-tap whistle, 'crack'.

"Aaaah," a gasp more in pleasure than pain!

"Keep going, please!"

Mary ground her thighs together, and after the tenth stroke, she said, "AAAAAAAAH, stop, you naughty boy, it's a different orgasm, with the sensation deep inside. Fuck me, please."

She rolled onto her back, and I stuck my snake into her, expecting this to be the outcome of her receiving a caning!

"Screw my flaming arse as hard as you can!"

I obliged, and there were yelps when my dick collided with her cervix as she dug her fingernails into me, and we had an earth-moving orgasm!

"Stick the vibrator in me!"

In between muscle spasms, I eased it into her, as she moaned in pleasure.

"Please, can we do a '69' and you massage my cane marks with the vibe running?"

"Sure, get on top of me."

In position, we went for it, but her concentration wasn't the best as the vibrator and my oral efforts 'distracted' her, and she bit me by mistake!

"Ow, ow, do that again and you will get twelve hard strokes, naughty girl!"

"No, please, I can't take any more today!"

"Don't worry, it's only a warning!"

After two minutes of this, Mary collapsed beside me, shaking from multiple orgasms.

She said, "There was life before today, and life after today will be better."

There is nothing like the confidence of youth! I rolled her over to face me.

"Mary, it's been my pleasure, and I hope you don't think I took advantage of you?"

"Twelve more of the best would be nice, but my body can't take it, although my brain wants it!"

"Would you like me to rub aloe vera ointment into your cane marks?"

"Yes, please. Peter, it hurt more than I can tell, but it has been worth it."

"I can mix rubbing with stimulation!"

She winced as I rubbed the ointment into her red, swollen and hot cane stripes. I gave her a gentle fingering of her clitoris through its hood, because the bare clitoris is usually too sensitive to stand direct contact with a finger!

"I understand what 'pain and pleasure' means, and it's good to learn life's lessons. How many girls get this sort of treatment? I don't deserve!"

"Most of you like sex, but those who can take a caning are rare, apart from the 'Sisterhood.' Is the sting decreasing?"

"Yes, I hate it while the pain builds, but it only lasts a few minutes, and the enormous arousal replaces it. How long will the soreness last?"

"The worst of the soreness is over in a day, but you may feel it for four to five days, which is how long it takes for me, usually."

Mary stared at me in amazement!

Have you received canings?"

"Yes, some of the sisterhood have caned me, and you may cane me whenever you wish."

"You're serious?"

"Do you understand what 'switching' is in the spanking world?"

"It means the partners give and receive, isn't that correct?"

Her eyes widened as she thought about her remarks, and she said, "Do you want me to try it?"

"Yes, please. How does it grab you?"

"I never thought about it, but I'm confident in trying it."

"Yes, absolutely, whenever you are ready."

Mary was silent for a moment, then she said, "I want to do it to a scenario. Why don't you watch me take a pee, and I will cane you for being a pervert caught watching a girl do it?"

This took me by surprise, because I hadn't been expecting such a fast response, and her imagination was a joy to behold. At last she had an outlet for her desires!

"Goodness me, you have got a dirty mind, but I like it! Do you want to do it now?"

"Why not? I need a pee anyway."

I followed her into the en-suite. She went "Ow, ow," as she sat on the loo and her cane marks contacted the seat. The brazen hussy sat with her legs apart, held open the inner and outer lips of her vulva, and with a sly look as she locked eyes with me, she took a pee.

"You are a naughty boy with a dirty mind! I need to cane it out of you, but help me clean up first."

Mary sat on the bidet in obvious pain because of her cane marks and turned on the taps. I helped her to wash, lifting her clitoral hood and adjusting the water flow to play on it. She put her face up to mine and kissed me.

She said, "The caning has made me so horny, and the bidet is a great way to satisfy the feeling. I feel guilty, because I'm satisfying a perversity within me!

"That makes two of us, but please, do it, because your enjoyment may be beyond your imagination."

"A week ago, I could not have guessed I would be so happy. The sexy sensations after the caning are beyond belief!"

"When you are ready, you will find me waiting for you!"

She dried herself, and still naked, picked up the thicker of the two canes.

"Is this the one you used on me?"

"No, I used the thinner one, but it's fine to use the thicker cane."

It is so erotic to be caned by a naked female!

I bent over the end of the bed, with my elbows on it and stuck out my bum.

"Try to line up the cane so that the tip is about an inch past the crack. Don't hit my tailbone, and with your arm extended, the cane should touch both cheeks. As it's your first time, start carefully until you are sure of your aim and increase the force. I will ask you to stop when I have had enough."

Mary said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Whistle CRACK. It was a surprisingly hard stroke. To check her aim, I put a hand back, and she had hit both my cheeks on her first attempt. The action has its basis in applied physics!

"Well done with your aim!"

"I'm a tennis player, and that helps."

Whistle, 'crack'.

"Ow, a brief pause. I'm ready."

Whistle, 'crack'.

"Ow." Mary was good at it, and it hurt more than I thought it would.

Mary carried on, giving me six strokes, when she stopped and said, "Is that enough?"

"Come closer, I want to see if it's turning you on."

She came to my side, and I touched her soaking vulva!

"Please, carry on. It won't be long before you have an orgasm, so don't fight it and let it flow through you."

For the first time, Mary looked embarrassed!

"I never thought it would turn me on like this!"

"Don't worry. Switches are the best type of spanker. I'm ready, and when I have had enough, I will ask you to stop."

Whistle, 'crack'.

The first stroke of the second set. She carried on at a steady pace, but with increasing force. My fear was that I could not stand the pain before she had an orgasm, when, after the fifth stroke of the set, she gasped as she collapsed on the bed.

Mary said, "This orgasm is strong, and it feels different. You guessed it would happen, didn't you?"

"When you give a caning, it can bring you to orgasm. You have experienced switch caning at its best, and in the future, it's a case of refining techniques. I hope you will stay with it?"

"Yes, for sure, but Andrew, are you OK?"

"Look at my bum and count the stripes. I'm fine, but it hurts."

"Your bum has swelled up! Are you OK?"

"Yes, but I need relief, because caning always does that to me!"

"You are leaking, so clean up and I will take care of you."

Mary gave me a lovely lingam massage and a blow job! It was early evening, and we hadn't eaten since breakfast time.

"There's some hummus, cold chicken, chipolatas, and everything for a salad with white wine, so we can eat here."

After supper, Mary said, "I'm exhausted, but so happy. Please, can I have an early night because I have a long day at the college tomorrow?"

"My darling, of course.

I took her in my arms, feeling her well-thrashed rump, and she was staring into my eyes.

She said, "It's good news!  I can tell from the look on your face!"

"Darling, I hope this isn't too much of a surprise, but would you like to move in with me at a date to suit you?"

Mary stared at me in surprise and delight! "That's wonderful! When can I come, please?"

"Right away! I will organise a removals van to bring whatever you want. You may need to decide what to do about your flat once you move in, but it can wait, and looking after property is part of what I do for a living!"

I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I hope it won't bother you when you see me maxed out at the company, because that's my working life!"

"Don't worry. It will be good for us if we take it easy, and I have too much to do with my finals approaching. This weekend has been wonderful beyond words, and I have exorcised the demons."

Thus ended the perfect week.