"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, fucking my arse, something which we have both grown to love. To make David's weekend complete, I had taken his cock in my mouth and, much to his delight, swallowed his cum as he exploded.
I've only known David for three months, and he still finds it difficult to believe that the successful, upstanding businesswoman he was introduced to has turned out to be a raving nymphomaniac he finds irresistible. Time has flown by, and it seems like we've been a couple forever.
He's ten years my junior, and we've been wed for one of those three months.
We married after a wonderfully intense whirlwind romance when David whisked me off to Scotland for what I thought was a long weekend. Romantically, David had chosen Gretna Green and, without my knowledge, had made all the arrangements.
David had an old friend who lived in Scotland, and he took on the duties of best man while his wife was my maid of honour. Much to my surprise but delight, I loved the occasion and will never forget it - a wonderfully romantic one.
Returning to his revelation, I told David that I know Jenny Hammond very well. She was Jennifer Higgins when I first met her, and as you know, I was little Debbie Tooth. We were only eleven years old and in our first year at Chelmer Green Grammar School when she quickly became my best friend. We were joined at the hip during this time and have remained close friends ever since.
It wasn't until we started to seriously court our to-be husbands that we didn't see so much of each other, although we still frequently meet up for a chat and drinks when we can.
She was very supportive during my divorce from Mike and was delighted when I met and married you. She said she was eager to meet you, but I'm sure she never expected it to be through work.
What did you think of my best friend, Jenny, then? I asked. David said he found her very sociable, and to be honest, he added that if he were still single and she was not married, he would have been tempted, as she is a lovely lady and reminds him a lot of me. After talking to Jenny, he now knows one of the reasons why he was so attracted to her.
He added that she is a sales manager for his leading supplier, and they were having a working lunch, chatting away merrily, when she mentioned her schooling and further education.
During our conversation, putting it mildly, I was surprised when your name was mentioned, and we soon realised the girl that she was talking about was, remarkably, you, my wife. She told me you had said that she must meet me, and I can see why the two of you get on so well, as I found her attractive and excellent company.
I wasn't surprised when she told me that her best friend, you, was the most sought-after girl by the boys at your school, but I was astonished when she mentioned the canings you and she received.
She was amazed you had never mentioned it to me, as it had a profound effect on both their relationship and lives.
Once she realised her Debbie and my Debbie were one of the same, she told me she should say no more as she wouldn't have gone into such detail if she had realised the connection earlier. She added she would hate you to think she was telling tales, although she didn't think you would.
One thing she did say was that we had to meet up, as having met me, she was sure her husband and I would get along like a house on fire, and she would be giving you a ring to suggest it.
We shook hands and parted company amicably. I'm sure Jenny was delighted with the business she has acquired, and I told her I was looking forward to meeting her and her husband socially.
Anyway, my darling Debbie, please enlighten me about school and your punishments. You have told me that you played hockey for the county, gained five A-levels, were a school prefect, and then attended the University of Warwick, where you achieved a first-class degree in Business Studies.
I wrongly, as it has turned out, assumed you were a pristine pupil and never for one minute imagined you being punished because you have never mentioned the canings you received.
I said to David we have only known each other three months, and we've been so busy fucking when we are not working that there is a hell of a lot for you to learn about me.
I made him laugh when I told him one look at your penis, and I wish I had told you all about my canings the first time that we had met. As is usual, I was longing to feel that weapon pounding my pussy as it had grown big enough to rip me in two.
I said to David, "Where would you like me to begin my journey of being punished at school?" Should I start with my first and subsequent headmistress canings or when Jenny and I were caned with our future husbands? Or even when Jenny and I were the first girls caned in our class along with Hieda, a beautiful West Indian girl who became our close friend.
David kissed me so passionately that my pussy began leaking, and within seconds, he was pounding me with his rock-hard penis. He fucked me like never before while kissing my palms and telling me I was the most wonderful woman in the world. We exploded together, and I was screaming with pleasure as we lay back, exhausted.
He told me I was so beautiful, and with my school history, he couldn't imagine me ever being punished. He added that he would have paid money to see the look on my lovely face when my hands were being caned. He told me he had never seen a cane, let alone a caning, and felt a little perverted at how excited it had made him feel.
I told him to buy a rattan cane, and he could go one better than that and thrash them himself. I will wear my school uniform, I know it still fits me, and the role-play will be magnificently realistic. I told him that if he performs well, I will bend over, and he can cane my bum. Then fuck me from behind, destroying my arse whilst looking admiringly at my stripes.
I rubbed my hand up his penis and began telling David my caning experiences. I stopped each time just before he exploded and kissed his mouth hard.
The one that finally broke him was when I described the time my younger sister, Caroline, and her friend, Jessica, were caned in our classroom right in front of us by our senior teacher, Miss Delph.
When I was in the sixth grade, girls were sent to our teacher, Miss Delph, to be punished, and she would cane them in front of us, her pupils.
We would witness this happening two or three times a week, and, like a few of my friends, especially Jenny, I found it quite a turn-on. I told David it isn't that unusual to have a corporal punishment fetish and to believe me that he's certainly not alone, just a late developer !!
I told him that on this occasion, I felt a mixture of emotions. Seeing my gorgeous sister Caroline caned was excruciating, yet at the same time, I felt excited. As far as I was aware, this was her first punishment, and it was as severe an introduction to the cane as you could experience.
There was my beautiful sister and her best friend with tears in their eyes, being berated by Miss Delph and being told that they would receive three strokes of the cane on each hand as their despicable behaviour was unacceptable.
Her friend Jessica was punished first, and it was the most brutal caning I had ever seen. The teacher asked Jessica if this was her first time being punished, and a tearful Jessica confirmed it was. Miss Delph told Jessica to hold her hand out straight with her palm uppermost and not to move it until she was told to hold out her other hand.
I couldn't believe how stoically she took her punishment. I had enough canings to know the stinging pain she was feeling was excruciating, and although the tears covered her cheeks, the only sound we could hear was a gasp as the stick lashed her palms.
Miss Delph didn't hold back as she brought the cane down from over her shoulder, and poor Jessica's hands were feeling the stinging pain for the first time as the teacher delivered a punishment she would never forget.
As Jessica made her way to the wall in obvious pain, Miss Delph told her, "The next time you choose to go behind the toilet to smoke and do god knows what with a boy, no less, I hope the lesson you've learned today will make you change your mind." I gave a little smile as I thought it would certainly change mine.
She added that she was sure Roger and Dean wouldn't be breaking the rules anytime soon when Mr Davies had finished with them, as it was another part of their anatomy that they would be nursing.
As my sister Caroline strode defiantly forward, determined to be brave, especially with an audience of older girls witnessing her punishment, our friend Jenny stroked my palm under the desk. Without being asked, Caroline bravely raised her arm, holding out her delicate hand to be punished.
"Very well, Miss Tooth", the teacher said to her, "I only hope this is the last time you will feel my cane, and you will have learnt your lesson about what the punishment is when you disregard school rules, as you will discover the consequences are very painful."
Caroline sobbed as the cane struck her palm, and a shriek escaped her lips. Tears flowed down her cheeks as Jenny gripped my hand tighter under the desk, and I felt my eyes glistening, watching my sister's punishment. Six times, the cane was raised, and her palms were thrashed as I was feeling every stroke with her.
She had tried to be brave but was a crying wreck after her caning. This was the severest caning I had ever witnessed, and both girls were looking at their damaged palms, understandably distressed.
Miss Delph showed no emotion as she harshly dismissed the girls, telling them to get back to their class as she hoped it was a lesson well learnt. I thought to myself, what a fucking evil cow and unsurprisingly, our relationship was never the same again.
Caroline and Jessica hurried out of the class, wringing their caned hands and tears flowing down their cheeks. Miss Delph apologised for the interruption and continued the lesson as if nothing had happened.
I told David that evening that Mummy had seen the stripes on Caroline's punished palms. I told her that I was there when my sister was being caned, and it was ferocious, the worst I had ever witnessed, and I had been involved in plenty.
Mummy had every sympathy for her daughter, saying she understood that she deserved to be caned, but told us she had never seen palms looking so severely punished like that before.
Mummy said that she had received enough canings of her own when she was a schoolgirl, and mostly they were deserved. She had sixers, as we called them, administered by the headmistress, but she was sure she had never been punished like her poor daughter.
David kissed me hard on the lips and said my gorgeous Debbie, first you, the wife that I couldn't adore more, then my new friend Jenny, who I admire and find very attractive, my petite sister-in-law Caroline, who is as beautiful as her big sister, now Jane, my mother-in-law as lovely as her daughters.
I find it hard to believe a couple of hours ago, I never even knew or thought about girls getting the cane. Now my cock reacts insanely every time you mention it.
I told David to buy the rattan as soon as possible, as I'm sure he will love the result of the sex a good caning inspires. I took his rock-hard cock in my mouth, and my lips massaged his shaft until he exploded like never before. I knew our sex life had changed for the better and forever.
Three months later, Debbie looked remarkably like a schoolgirl as she stood in front of Jenny Hammond's handsome husband, Paul, who she had fancied since school. She had her arm raised palm uppermost, waiting to be caned.
Her husband, Dave, was sitting on the couch moaning in ecstasy while watching his wife's caning. His wife's best friend Jenny had his magnificent penis in her mouth as her head was thrusting backwards and forwards on his shaft ten to a dozen while gripping it tightly with her gorgeous lips. God, he thought to himself, Debbie does a wonderful blow job, but this is something else.
After meeting up for a drink and then going out to dinner, Paul and David soon became good friends. Golf, football and now the realisation that caning was a significant attraction, especially when Debbie and Jenny were the recipients.
It wasn't long before school tales and Paul's submission revealed that seeing Jenny and Debbie being thrashed was a massive turn-on. When Paul related the stories of their punishments to an enthralled David, he had a job containing his excitement.
He told Jenny and Paul he had purchased a school cane online and, much to Debbie's delight, had become quite the expert and so enjoyed using it.
That night in bed, after David had caned Debbie's palms until she sobbed, they had fucked until Debbie's tears were ones of joy as she came screaming how much she loved him.
She confessed although she had married Mike, it was Paul she had fancied at school and still found him very attractive. She said that if Jenny weren't her best friend, she would have made a play for Paul because she knew how much he wanted her.
She then told David that Jenny had suggested swapping partners as she confessed she fancied you from the first time you met at the meeting. She added that she hoped we were up for it, as she knew Paul would be since they had already discussed it.
David said, "Did Jenny mean caning each other's wives or going further?"
Jenny knows my feelings for Paul, I told David, and she did add she often fantasised about having your cock in her mouth and then you pounding her pussy after you had caned her palms until she cried.
David kissed me hard on the lips and said, since they were now our best friends, how could we let them down? He smiled and said that if I were prepared to make the sacrifice, he would be ready to go along with me.
A year later, our marriage is better than ever. The sex is fantastic, caning abounds, and now the tawse has been introduced.
Our friendship with Paul and Jenny goes from strength to strength. We have no regrets, and a couple of times a month, we socialise and incorporate sex and our corporal punishment fetish to our satisfaction.
Paul was aware, but David now knows that Jenny and I had a strong relationship for a few years when caning and sex bonded us together. They love nothing better than when we cane each other before giving them a lesbian show, and to say we enjoy it is an understatement.
I often wonder what my customers and staff would make of the respectable Debbie Tooth if they knew the real me.
