Claudia called me and said, "OK, departure is on time. Look for me at arrivals."

I said, "Have a pleasant flight."

She arrived and saw me waiting at the railing. We hugged and drove to my seventy-foot motor-sailer in the marina. I opened a bottle of wine and said, "The forecast is perfect and we can motor out to the anchorage."

Safely anchored, at night, we could enjoy open-air sex and kinky activities! We went below, took a shower, and were ready for sex. The yacht provided for a civilised and kinky lifestyle!

Claudia was a honey-blond with a natural scent and liked a relaxed warm-up. I nibbled at her clitoris whilst fingering her G spot, and she said, "Please, we try things with my bullet vibrator inside, because I want you to nibble my clitoris whilst it's running." 

She reacted to the vibrator and said, "I'm having multiple orgasms, but the feeling when it hits my cervix is too strong."

Her clitoris was in motion, and her vaginal muscles expelled the vibrator. I kissed her nipples, which were like bullets! 

"Andrew, massage my bum for me, please." 

She rolled over, and I noticed fading cane marks on her bum! 

"Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes, I have. You have spent time with two other 'sisters,' haven't you?"

"Sure, Arabella and Rachel."

“There's a senior police woman too."

"That's who gave you these marks?"

"I'm afraid so."

"What happened?"

"We went for a meal and drinks on Saturday evening a month back. (I had not seen Claudia for two months.) There had been an air of tension all evening, and in her flat, she took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips."

“Julia said, ‘Claudia, you are a lovely but naughty girl. Shall we enjoy ourselves, and then I will discipline you?”

"'OK, please, tell me about the discipline."

“Julia said, ‘I would love to cane you!’"

I said, "Did you let her cane you?"

"It was a case of in for a penny, in for a pound. We showered, and Julia said, 'Would you like to bend over a chair, go over the back of the couch, get in the diaper position, or bend over the end of the bed?'"

"I replied, 'End of the bed, please.'"

"'You will receive twelve of the best. If you want me to stop, call out 'blue,' and I will stop immediately.' She gave me a stroke every fifteen seconds. It was the hardest caning I have received to date, accurate and painful, but ten minutes after the last stroke, my clitoris was throbbing and I asked her to go down on me."

"Julia was an expert at arousing me with a vibrator inside whilst nibbling at my clitoris, and her oral attention was wonderful because she could interpret my silent wishes."

"Once Julia had satisfied me, she said, 'Please, will you cane me? Do you know how to do it?"

“I replied, ‘Yes. You are not the first." 

“Julia said, ‘Twelve strokes, please, and as hard as you like’”

"I caned her harder than I ever caned you, and dark red welts covered her bottom. Rubbing her thrashed rump, she said, 'Please, can you see to me to ease the pain?'"

"Of course. You were kind enough to see to me."

"She had an enormous dildo and lube, and said, 'Lube me up, please,' knelt on the bed, and I applied lube to her pussy, and around her G spot, which produced moans of pleasure. I lubed the dildo and eased it into her. 'Oooooh, slowly, it's so big, aaaaah, that's far enough. Fuck me with it.' The effect on her was electric."

"Faster, faster."

"My efforts gave her a violent orgasm, and she clutched at the dildo and, working on it, she soon pulled it out."

"Oh, God, that's wonderful beyond words. Could a man do that?"

"If he tied you up, caned you to your tolerance, then had his way with you, possibly he could!"

"Julia stared at me and said, 'Maybe I should try that with the right man. Do you know anyone?"

"I replied, 'Yes, but I would like to check with him.'"

"She replied, 'Please, check with him, but don't tell him my name. I will need his name and date of birth to check for his involvement in illegal or terrorist activities. Claudia, the checks will be ultra secure, and assuming that he's OK, do you think he will cooperate?"

"Yes, I believe he will, and you can count on it that the checks will be ok. He is a gentleman and has an enormous sexual appetite and imagination, and I will give you his details in confidence. "

"Goodness," I said, "Thank you for telling me, but do you know how the checks went?"

Claudia said, "Yes, I met with her for a drink two days ago in public, and she mouthed, 'he's passed checks' at me. So stand by for whatever follows. Are you OK with it, and I'm assuming you will be?"

I laughed and replied, "Yes, but your bottom must pay for your impudence! Are you sure you are happy with it?"

She said, "We share each other, so how can I complain?"

It was true.

"Claudia, you are naughty and the best punishments are those applied following discovery of the 'crime,' so, please, are you ready for a caning? Please, get on your knees on the bed and I will give you six moderate strokes to make the point."

A thin nursery cane would be sufficient.

"It will be six of the best, and hard enough so you feel them, but the sting will soon fade."

Claudia got on her knees.

Tap-tap whistle CRACK.

"Ouch."

Within five seconds, tap-tap whistle CRACK.

"Yeow."

Claudia took the six strokes, looked round at me, smiled, and said, "They feel terrific and will put me in the mood for tonight. Massage me, please."

"Good enough! I will massage your bum, and you deserve it after the six strokes."

"Yes, please. The marks from Julia's caning no longer hurt."

I rubbed Aloe Vera lotion into her and she begged, "Please, go down on me again, then screw me!"

Claudia rolled onto her back and grabbed my hair, pulling me into her soaking pussy. I took her clitoris between my tongue and teeth while I eased the vibrator into her. Suddenly, she screamed and said, "It’s too strong. The vibrator must have touched my cervix again." 

She had an amazing set of vaginal muscles and expelled the vibrator.

"Screw me, I can't wait."

I was so aroused and thrust into her. We came within a few seconds, and she dug her fingernails into my back as tears of pleasure oozed out of her tightly shut eyes, and I remained hard inside her for as long as I could. My cum dripped out of her pussy, which was not a surprise, as it was almost a month's worth.

Eventually, she calmed, and in the cockpit, squatted over a bucket of water and washed herself, not caring what I saw. Uninhibited women are such a welcome gift.

"That's enough. We rest until you are ready to see to me tonight!"

"Darling, tonight we wait for dark and then you lie over the boom. I have painted the cane white so I can see it in low light, and will cane you until you beg for mercy because you gave my details to Julia without asking first!"

Claudia looked alarmed, so I calmed things down. "Don't take this seriously, but you are going to get twelve of the best, and then I'm going to ask you if you would like a few more because you have been such a naughty girl. When you have had enough, I will screw the arse off you, so how does that sound?"

She said, "Please, this time, can we do it the other way around? Screw the arse off me first, and then cane my arse? I have fantasised for ages about receiving an outdoor caning, and it's only three hours until dark."

"Yes, that's right. How about we start with sex with you lying on the mat, and afterwards, I can give you twelve of the best?"

Claudia said, "Yes, and perhaps I will want a few more if you can fuck the arse off me a second time."

"That sounds like a plan, but we need a rest so I can fill up the sporran for tonight's activities, and I'm sure your imagination is running wild."

We drifted into a sexually induced slumber, to be awakened by the sounds of inquisitive seals frolicking around the yacht as the twilight faded. It was time to get ready, and I fetched the white cane from its hiding place, and Claudia shivered when she saw it! The padded mat was ready below the folding double bed, and I laid it out on the cockpit floor. 

Claudia said, "I need a pee," and holding onto the cockpit safety rail, she stuck her bum over the side and let go. I got a bucket of water out of the sea. She opened her legs and said, "Wash me down while I hold on."

In a moment, I would have a salty taste!

I ran the radar to check for activity, looked around, and all was quiet.

"Come on, it's safe for us."

She lay on the mat, knees parted, and held her arms out to me in that irresistible gesture, but I knew she would be at her sexual best if I first gave her oral attention, so I went down on her to feel her in minor spasm simply from the stimulus of being washed!

After a couple of minutes of this, my erection was almost painful, so I entered her, and we went at it like wild animals. Claudia was groaning in ecstasy, and we had a huge mutual orgasm within a minute.

The experience turned me on so much that I remained hard for longer than usual. Claudia clung on and thrust back at me for several minutes before we were both exhausted. She said, "We didn't come here to waste a tremendous opportunity for outdoor caning."

"OK, get up on the cabin top and I will put a folded towel over the boom for your comfort."

Claudia draped herself over the boom in an excellent position to receive a caning. I tore the wrapper off a toffee bar and began eating it to restore my energy and blood sugar level!

"Any change to the twelve strokes?"

"No, go for it. I'm still so horny."

I said, "Can you see the cane in the moonlight?"

"Yes, and well done to think of painting it white."

"Try to stay in position and count the strokes, which will give you something to focus on. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Cane me, you beast!"

Tap-tap whistle CRAACK a hard stroke across both cheeks of her bum.

"One, aaaah, I can feel the shock of it in my pussy. It's wonderful!"

Tap-tap whistle CRAACK the second stroke slightly below the first one.

"Two. It stings like hell, but my pussy is jumping!"

Claudia writhed about on the boom and put on an uninhibited spectacle with a hand between her thighs!

The caning carried on like this until she had received six stingers, when she said, "Fuck the arse of me before I die of frustration."

Watching her beautiful curves and rump writhing about, exposing her parts, had a huge effect on me, and I was hard again. I entered her doggy fashion to feel her pussy in motion.

"Fuck the hell out of me, you animal, then give me another six strokes when I ask."

That was a simple instruction to obey as she moaned and threatened to shake herself to pieces! Perspiration soaked her, and we put enough energy into it to rock the boat. An unforgettable experience!

"Are you sure you want six more strokes?"

"Yes, and go down on me immediately after the last stroke. Be quick!"

I cracked home the second set of six strokes, with numbers eleven and twelve being extra hard! The naughty girl should have asked me before giving my details to Julia, and before stroke eleven, I said, "These final two strokes in quick time are to remind you to think before you talk, you wicked girl!"

Claudia gave two loud yells, "You bad boy! Are you trying to cut me in half?"

"Stay there, and I will run saltwater over the marks after I screw you again!"

I'm not sure how I coped with it, but I brought her to orgasm, although the evening had drained my balls! Once steady on my feet, I washed her thrashed arse with seawater, which is the sailor's remedy for everything!

The poor girl was sore and exhausted, and I had to help her off the cabin top and down below. A toffee bar would help her recover. She saw me get one ready and said, "It's not the Marianne Faithfull trick? Please, I've always wanted to try it!"

"OK, on your back, legs apart, please."

I had never done it before or since, but with the right lady, it works! Claudia was naughty enough to eat the melting bar once we had had our fun!

Before we took a rest, I said, "Please, how might I best approach Julia?"

"You remember I said she acts butch? She told me she puts it on to give her power at work, but it's her nature, and with a man, she might enjoy being ordered around."

"Thank you, but how will we make contact?"

Claudia smiled. "You will be in for a surprise about how she will make contact, so wait in patience, please!" 

What awaited me in the quaint elements of this intrigue?

This had tired us out, so we cleaned up and turned in for the night. The sounds of halliards slatting in a breeze woke us in the morning, and I cooked us breakfast.

"Let's sail for a few hours, go back to the marina, secure the boat, and have a meal ashore tonight. We depart midday tomorrow."

Claudia said, "I need a comfortable cushion because I'm sore inside and out."

We rigged sails, weighed anchor and sailed out into the open ocean and back to the marina, tied up in the twilight, and flew home on the same flight the next day. In London, we bade each other a fond farewell and didn't need to say 'keep in touch,' which we always did.

I was healthy and in my late thirties, as the operational member of our family team, having begun at eighteen with dogsbody tasks in our hundred-year-old family business. This kept me working often for two or three weeks without a day off, but I made progress in the company. Until the sisters arrived, it was almost my whole life, apart from my lovely yacht, an old but modernised cottage in Dorset, and a London flat near the river.

The Sisterhood arrived in my life apparently by their choice, and a lady called Arabella 'inducted' me. In the next two years, I met three other members, including Claudia. I never found out how they knew each other, but I'm sure sexual kink was the key to it. 

They were all successful businesswomen, or had excellent jobs in the public sector, didn't want to marry, and loved kinky and discreet sexual encounters with men of similar position and outlook. Most of them were bi, and in common, they shunned publicity. They wanted nothing to do with them or their men appearing in the public eye.

Back at work, life went on and days passed quickly, but I had not heard from Julia, whereas I was in intermittent contact with the others. One evening late at my London flat, the door buzzer rang. It was one of the food delivery outfits, but I hadn't placed an order. He said. "No, boss, it's not food. I think it's a letter."

I went down, and it was a letter with my name and address typed on the envelope, which had all its seams secured with Sellotape. (WOW!) Back in the flat, I ran it under my special scanner in its blast absorbing box. You can't be too careful, and it was safe.

It was from Julia. It was a set of bizarre instructions, which I followed, and we met at a specified venue. I expected an Amazon, but encountered an attractive lady of average height and thin build. I said the code words from the letter (rubber band).

"Peter," she said, "How are you?" (Also straight out of her letter.)

She patted the chair beside her, and I sat down. 

"Let me order some drinks."

"Sure, G&T Hendrick's, Fever Tree and plenty of cucumber, please."

I ordered two of them.

"Julia, I'm so pleased to meet you after what C told me. Have you seen her since our weekend recently?"

"Yes, and I've seen the marks of the rod of correction on her naughty bottom, so very well done!"

I looked around!

"Don't worry, there is no one watching, and I had the place checked out for bugs because we use it for 'off-site' meetings."

"Andrew, if you find me attractive, please let us enjoy time together at your Dorset cottage. Are you free the weekend after next?"

This was the most direct approach to date from the 'sisters,' and delivered with amazing authority and assurance!

I thought quickly. "Yes, I can be free. C must have given me a good reference?"

Julia smiled and said, "They all have, and you are the most discreet, the most virile, and give the sorest bum! I can arrive on Saturday morning between nine and ten, depending on traffic. Is that convenient, please?"

"Yes, I can go down on Friday afternoon and get the place ready. It's got excellent IT and a good mobile signal, so I can work from there."

Julia beamed and handed me a card with her name and mobile number on it. It said 'only between 1900 and 2200 and all weekend.'

"That's when you have it switched on?"

"Yes, but not if I'm out and about because I don't want to be tracked on it. If you get a problem, use the number to make contact, please."

Her demeanour or complexion had not changed during this brief encounter.

"Not tonight, Josephine?" I joked.

"No, I have to work, and if I go in with colour in my cheeks, they will think the worst!"

"Which cheeks, please?"

"Naughty boy. You went for a run last night?"

"Yes, I did. How do you know?"

"I watched, and it's good you only have an old, cheap phone on you, because it's little to lose if they mug you, unlike your expensive model."

Was there anything she didn't know?

"What do you like to eat? I will go shopping when I arrive, and if I'm out, the back door key is under the stone pig to the right of the door."

"Can you cook a roast lamb, please? I'm on canteen food all week."

"Sure, we won't starve."

"I know, in all ways."

How delicately put.

"Do you have time for one more?"

"Yes, but you are driving, so that's your lot."

"Sure."

We downed another G&T each, said a fond goodnight and went on our ways.

Julia was more than attractive, so I was on Cloud Nine. What would unfold? Claudia sent me a message four days later, which said, 'Good luck with J. She needs to be sore in and out!'

I arrived at the cottage on Friday afternoon, stocked up at the local supermarket and late-opening butchers, caught up with business, felt tired after two weeks of work and turned in. Julia arrived the next morning and parked her car hidden from the road behind the cottage. 

Secure indoors, she clung to me and said, "Show me around and if there's nothing to stop us, you know!"

"Come up to the naughty girl's pleasure and correction facility."

Julia giggled!

"How many notches are on the bedpost?"

"You will be number four."

"That's what I thought."

I had never seen a lady undress so fast! Julia presented as a Venus-like lady. Her mound looked as if she had waxed it, and I said as much.

"Yes, let me take a pee. You can help me clean up and feel her to satisfy your curiosity."

She looked into the spacious en-suite and said in delight, "You have fitted a bidet, how thoughtful!"

Julia didn't push the door closed and didn't care that I saw her use the loo. She went over to the bidet, ran the taps and said, "Please, help me clean and pleasure my little sister."

I knelt beside and gave more than aid, and received the usual reward of wriggling, moaning, and general euphoria.

"The other one amongst you with a waxed mound is Arabella. I don't think it's too much of a confidence to break!"

"OK, Arabella and I go to the same establishment."

Julia turned off the taps, faced towards me, and opened her legs wide.

"Eat me."

Within a few seconds, she surpassed herself in reaction to sexual stimulus, and her juices flowed.

"Julia, shall we spend a while exploring each other before we get sore bums, please?"

"Andrew, this is so kind of you. There is very little light relief in my life, and the value I place on this is beyond words."

"I haven't showered since last night. Give me ten minutes."

"Just wash your arse and dick. I love the smell of a healthy man."

Good for her! I was back in a couple of minutes with a raging boner.

She lay there, legs apart. "Screw the arse off me. I can't wait."

Julia liked the missionary position, and a little hand guided my raging erection inside her tight pussy.

"Is this better than your enormous dildo?"

"Wicked, Claudia must have told you!"

Her cute curves and shaven mound were so attractive, and her submission was such a contrast to the persona she projected to hide it. I gave her a hard screwing, and she vigorously thrust back at me, squeaking if I contacted the neck of her cervix. Her ankles crossed behind my back in enthusiasm.

We climaxed together, and she clung to me like a limpet and pulling me into her. Julia, to put it bluntly, was one hell of a good screw.

"Darling, it was so good. You are an expert at it!"

Suddenly, she burst into tears.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"You are the first man to screw me. I thought I was a lesbian, and I took the plunge when the sisters talked about you. Give it a go," they said. "This one is different. He's a real man, not one of those plastic fakes you meet these days."

It surprised and delighted me too. Julia stopped crying.

I said, "Claudia persuaded you to turn the corner, didn't she, and you caned her for it. Is it true? If so, you are a naughty girl!"

"Yes, and I knew you would see her, and so I caned her hard enough so that the marks would show, and it would be the bait to attract you to me."

"You will have something to cry about when I thrash the arse off you, after seeing what you did to Claudia."

"Excellent, the bait worked! Andrew, don't spare me. I deserve a good thrashing."

"Darling, it's my duty to take care of you, and it's a pleasurable task."

She turned on her side in the bed and looked me in the eye.

I said, "We have had amazing sex, but receiving a caning on the bare bottom is a step on the wild side for any lady. Julia, why do you want it? "

"My guilty secret started with children's books when they talked about 'punishment spanking.' I vividly imagined receiving it, but as a child, I never did, and it became a fixation. My father caned me twice when I was eighteen, and I loved the experience and the feelings afterwards, but it made me feel I was abnormal, and I was unhappy."

"My first caning took place after a school hockey match when someone smuggled a bottle of vodka aboard the coach, and I became very drunk. The school contacted our parents. Dad drove me home in icy silence and ordered me to my bedroom. He came up with a thin cane, bent me over and gave me six terrific stingers across my panty-clad bum. It hurt like anything, but it made me very horny. When he had gone, I brought myself to orgasm with my fingers."

"A few months later, I received my second caning. After taking my A-levels, I was at home and waiting for the results. I don't know what got into me. The keys to his powerful sports coupe were on the hall table. I picked them up, snuck out of the back door, got into the car, and drove off, but I brought it back without problems. When I came in, he was wild with anger. In the spare bedroom, he made me strip to my underwear and lie on the bed, which scared me, but I obeyed. My bum was in a perfect position for a caning, and I could not move because ropes secured me to the bed. He said, 'I will thrash your bum until it is bright red. You deserve it."

"He gave me a lecture about what could have been the worst outcomes of my action: a crash, a criminal record for me, etc. His cane looked longer and thicker than the first one. With my panties pulled down, he gave me twelve agonising strokes all over my bare bum and upper thighs. I lay there sobbing weakly, but feeling so horny, and despite the pain, I was close to orgasm. He said, 'Have you learned your lesson, or do you want a few more?'"

"I said, 'Please, give me a few more strokes, because I need the lesson,' but secretly I was hoping for my first cane-induced orgasm. Despite the terrible pain, I hung on for another four strokes when I yelled out for him to stop before I shook to pieces."

"I didn't dare to ask him to fuck me, although I wanted it, and the thought mortified me for years. There was an aching hole inside me until I satisfied my spanking fantasy when I met Claudia."

"My father remained furious about my taking the car, and this may have affected his judgment, because he died in the car when he rolled it on ice. I blamed myself, wrongly, for his accident. The perceived guilt turned me away from men until recently."

I said, "No one apart from Claudia has spanked you since?"

Julia said, "No, and my meeting with Claudia opened my eyes, especially when she told me you would be the best of the 'brothers' to help me out. I had to check you for connections with criminal or extremist groups, and you passed. She swore me to silence about their spanking activities. When she described them, I had an orgasm and begged her to let me join. My family knows nothing about 'the sisters.'"

"OK. I'm one of the 'brothers'? I guessed I wasn't alone?"

"No, you are not alone! The first time we met a few days ago, I could sense the sexual chemistry, and I wanted to receive a caning from you. It would be better than a 'sister' doing it, because of the tension."

"Julia, it's wonderful what you say about sexual tension, because I had the same strong feeling when we met."

"Andrew, three of the sisterhood have received canings from you, and whilst they may be severely painful, you always stop or moderate the force when requested. With what precedes or follows, they tell me it's always an amazing event."

Time to deliver the surprise!

"Julia, please, cane me first, because it may be a turn-on for you and from my reaction to the pain, you can know that I will empathise with you on the receiving end."

She looked shocked! "I hadn't dreamed of doing it. The sisters mentioned nothing about it!"

"No, they didn't see it as a priority. You caned Claudia, and I'm sure the others. So why not cane me, please?"

I locked eyes with her and smiled.

"Julia, it's your turn. You can put your training in authoritative behaviour to best use!"

"Andrew, that's awful!"

"No, it's funny!"

She had the good grace to laugh!

"Not now. Please, I'm not ready. See to me first!"

"OK. How would you like to come over my knee like a naughty girl and be hand-spanked first to warm you up?"

"Yes, please, be quick."

I positioned a chair beside the bed and placed Julia over my knee, so her tummy was on my lap, but her head and shoulders were on the bed.

"Are you comfortable, please?"

"Andrew, I'm so excited I might lose control and pee myself. I must make sure I don't."

Julia looked at me imploringly!

"Please, come and help me clean up to increase my mood!"

The result was Julia with a glow in her (facial) cheeks!

"Time to produce pink bum cheeks, too!"

She got back over my knee, and I gave her a moderate hand spanking, changing the position of delivery with each moderate swat.

"It hurts, but it's warming me up. It's lovely."

After a few minutes of this, Julia said, "I can stand the cane, and please, I'm not made of glass!"

"Good. So far, the sisters have given you what I regard as a 'disciplinary' caning and they hurt like anything. I want to introduce you to the erotic variety with a light cane."

"Be quick, please."

"Please, relax and don't tense up your bum muscles. You took the hand spanking just right, so try to do the same for your caning. I will go slow and wait for you to deal with each stroke. If you like, you can say 'ready' for the next one."

Julia looked at me and said, "I'm ready."

Tap-tap crack. I didn't swing the cane fast enough to make a rushing sound in the air.

A faint grey line formed on her bum, and Julia didn't make a sound or move.

After only a few seconds, "ready."

Tap-tap crack with a similar outcome.

This carried on as I gradually covered her bottom with light cane strokes, going down to and just below the crease. Strokes below the crease produced the first response from Julia, who gave a gasp and said, "More of those, please. They turn me on."

I carried on lightly caning her lower curves, one cheek at a time.

"Please, do them harder. I can take it."

The gaps became small yelps, and she wriggled about. These behaviours are typical of an orgasm on the way, and it wasn't long before she said, "Stop, stop. I can't handle the caning and orgasm together."

"Can you kneel on the bed?"

"Yes, please fuck the arse off me."

I entered her doggy fashion and enjoyed one of the memorable sexual experiences of my life. Julia yelled and uttered the most unladylike expletives as she shook with a powerful orgasm!

"You fucking animal! Tear up my pussy, aaaaah, what have you done to me? This is better than any fucking strap-on. More, harder, harder. Give me six hard strokes with a thicker cane, then fuck me again. Do it NOW!"

Tap-tap, whistle CRAAACK.

"Aaaaah, you are cutting me in half!"

"Ready."

Tap-tap, whistle CRAAACK.

"You bastard. Give me six strokes, then screw me."

I gave her the six hard strokes, which left red welts across both cheeks of her bottom.

 Julia said, "Give me more strokes, please, and I will have another orgasm."

I did as requested, reducing the time between strokes to increase the stimulus, and after the fifth, she collapsed on the bed, her buttock muscles in motion and with a hand between her thighs.

"Claudia told me that if I felt an orgasm approaching after twelve strokes, to gather my courage and ask for more, because I might experience an unforgettable and different type of orgasm. She was right, God bless her."

"Get back on our knees and I will fuck you."

It was all the encouragement required, and I went back into action. Her vagina was in turmoil, with her muscles in spasm. We had a huge mutual orgasm, and she collapsed again in a semi-delirious state.

"Aaaah, Claudia was right. It's way better than the dildo."

We lay there exhausted, with Julia on her tummy rubbing her rump, which was covered in red welts.

"Let me rub aloe vera into the cane marks, which will help your skin to recover."

 With her rump massaged, in the en-suite, she lowered herself onto the bidet.

"Ouch, ouch. It hurts when my weight comes onto the marks, but then the pressure relieves the pain."

She came back to bed with a towel around her and said, "Let me rest and recover, but a coffee would be wonderful."

"Great. I will make some coffee."

"Please. Let me rest for an hour. I've had nothing since yesterday, and I will be hungry once the pain goes."

I made coffee, dressed, got the lamb and vegetables ready, and I sensed something was coming. Julia was lying there, bottom up, letting the cool air soothe it.

She said, "Andrew, we have a connection, don't we?"

I squeezed her hand. "Yes. It's a strong one after only a short time together. It seems to be like that with the sisterhood! Can you handle more 'encouragement'?"

"What is encouragement?"

"More light caning, followed by sex, but improved by the use of a vibrator. I've got a selection of unused vibrators and skimpy knickers to hold it in place during a caning?"

"Does it need knickers to hold it in?"

"Yes, often it does because your pussy is in such motion it pushes it out. I speak from experience."

"The pain in my bum has gone, and I can take some more, if you will stop if I ask."

"Of course, you know the safe word."

"Good. There is something to discuss. A patrol picked up a girl, totally drunk. They pumped her stomach in A&E, brought her to a station for an interview, and let her go. Her file eventually arrived on my desk marked 'Important,' which is unusual."

"Why did someone mark it as important?"

"The girl is 22, at university, and was distraught at the interview. It sounded like they had been interviewing me! Our support people want to help her, but it would take forever, so I called her, which is against all the rules. We met and talked, and I saw myself. The story is a mirror image of my own with canings from her father, an avoided incestuous relationship and his untimely death. She is wealthy, and the second time we met, it was at her flat, and we had sex. It was 'enough' for her, but she needs an older man, possibly a part-time surrogate father, until she resolves her inner turmoil."

"I expect you ran it past the sisters?"

"Yes. They turned her down, so I talked with Claudia. We agreed that only you and one other brother may offer to help. The other one has declined, and I won't blame you if you do."

"What is she like in terms of physique and looks?"

"She is taller than I, maybe 182 cm, and light to medium build, although skinny. Her appearance is attractive but troubled, and by the way, she enjoys sailing!"

"If I agree, we must avoid being 'linked.'"

"Yes. If you take her on, we must collaborate to avoid 'linkage.' She told me she often eats at one of three places, and they are close to her apartment and are only a fifteen-minute walk from yours. I can watch for her and alert you if she is out for supper."

"Julia, you put a strain on friendship! I will accept, but my instincts tell me it isn't wise."

She beamed at me and said, "It's not a sore bum she needs, it's a good rogering from a real man, but it may take a caning to get through to her."

"You should call me first to check if I'm free so as not to waste your time watching her. OK, here are the vibrators. Here are the skimpy knickers, and yes, I washed them, so please, get into position and put them on."

"I'm half impressed, half annoyed at your ordering me around, but after the first session, I'm in a submissive mood, you lucky boy."

Julia did as she was told. I pulled the knickers down below her bum cheeks and started on her with oral and fingering of her clitoris. When she was on the way to an orgasm, I turned on the vibrator, gently inserted it and pulled up her panties.

"Aaaaah, the vibrator is so strong. CANE ME!!"

Julia was a tough girl, and I swung a hard stinger across the fat part of her bum. Her vulva was deep red.

CRAAACK! She yelped, and her bottom muscles clenched and unclenched.

"More, quick."

I carried on, leaving time between each stroke to wait for the commotion to stop.

"RED." I stopped after stroke eleven.

"Go down on me now. I've had three orgasms so far."

With her panties lowered, I sucked on her clitoris, and I got my arms around her to stop her from pulling away.

"Aaah, it's wonderful, but please, stop. It's too much."

She collapsed on the bed when I let go of her. I pulled her panties to one side and removed the vibrator. Julia rolled over, and I tried to climb aboard, but she was reluctant.

"Sorry, no, I'm still shaking."

"Make the effort, please. I will be gentle."

"OK. Slowly, please."

I eased myself in, and her pelvic muscles were in spasm!

"Stay stiff inside me, that's enough."

She was trembling and shaking with her head back in the throes of an orgasm of an intensity I had not experienced before. It took several minutes to subside.

As her breathing returned to normal, she said, “I’m too tired to do much. Please, I want to take a nap, so would you mind delaying lunch until I’m ready?”

“Yes, certainly. I haven’t started cooking, so take your time, and I’m tired too. A nap would be great!”

We drifted into sleep, and I awoke first. It was early afternoon. Julia stirred and said, “I’m hungry and thirsty.”

“Shall we shower and I will put lunch on, and with it on slow roast, we can walk down to the pub if you would like that?”

“Yes, sounds great.”

Once ready and with the lamb in the oven, we strolled down to the pub.

She said, “I’m sore, but the walk will help.”

We sat in the garden with a gin and tonic each, and Julia talked about the girl called Mary.

“How should I start, assuming she agrees to meet?”

“Her agreeing to meet is almost a certainty. What were you planning to do?”

“Take her to a wine bar or upmarket pub when it is not too busy. Then get her to talk, and who is to say what will happen? Please keep me informed with secure messaging sent to my private mobile. If anything causes concern, use it to send up a distress rocket.”

We walked back and had a leisurely lunch, washed down with the best red wine, and walked along the Jurassic coast in the early evening.

Back in the cottage, Julia said, "I have to go back tomorrow ahead of Monday. What should we do tonight? My brain wants more caning, but my bum can't take it!"

We showered, etc. and I gave slow oral attention to her small pussy with its neat lips. Her cane marks had hardened into dark ridges.

As I rubbed the marks, she said, "It's your turn now. Get up on the bed, arse up, on your knees."

I said, "Use the thickest cane. I used a thinner cane on you because you didn't deserve a punishment."

"You don't deserve one either, but I want to see how you react to it. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Tap-tap whistle CRAAACK. I tried not to yell, but it was agonising.

As I gasped for breath, I said, "Ready."

This went on for twelve strokes, but I didn't feel it was right to ask Julia to go easy.

"You took your punishment like a man. Fuck me again, you beast."

"I will once my erection recovers."

My erection had drooped because of the pain.

"Lie down, if you can, and I will help you."

The sight of her naked form was such a turn-on as she knelt on the bed and gave me a wonderful blow job! My erection returned immediately, and it was time to see to her!

“Stop, please, I’m ready to fuck you.”

“I want to do it, cowgirl, so you can squeeze my cane marks whilst we do it.”

"Your knowledge of sexual vernacular does you proud!"

Julia eased my rigid member into her. The strength of her internal muscles was amazing, and I wondered if the position helped increase their strength. She gasped as I squeezed her cane marks.

"It hurts when you squeeze them, but it makes me feel so horny! What have I been missing?"

“A sore bum always enhances a good screw, if you are of the mindset, and you appear to be so.”

“Naughty boy. I wonder how I will feel all next week?”

“Sitting on a sore bum early in the week can make you feel horny, and if it happens at work, it may cause frustration. There's always your mobile and an offer of a remedy!"

There was a moment of silence, then Julia said, "Where would we do it, please?"

"Well, there is your place, but in desperation, we could do it at mine."

Julia was perceptive and said, "One of us will have to break a golden rule!"

I heard myself say, "I expect your situation is more delicate than mine."

"Yes, and if they see you, they will check you out, and you will pass, so they will leave me alone. It's permitted to have friends outside the force, but they don't yet know I've met you. Let’s wait until you meet with Mary and afterwards, however it goes, you reward my efforts with a sore pussy and sore bum?"

“OK. It gives you an incentive to help me find Mary."

Exhausted from the day’s activities, we drifted into sleep. In the morning, I got us breakfast, and Julia sat on a cushion to eat hers.

“The traffic going towards London will build, so I must get away. A lot is going on, and I need to catch up before Monday morning. We stay in touch, and good luck with Mary.”

I worked in the garden and checked emails, etc., and left for London early on the Monday morning, wondering what the week held in store for me.