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You have heard from me once before. My name is Kim and I'm a
19-year-old girl at University here in the UK. About six moths ago
whilst still at home prior to starting at College, I had a lifetime
experience with an older lady whom I will call Jane, who is the mother
of one of my best friends and has been friendly with my mother for many
years.
I should explain that I come from a very solid middle class background
and my parents were in some ways old fashioned, believing in strict
discipline at home. My mother, from the age of 13 for serious
offences, caned me at home, although corporal punishment had been
banned in UK schools. I suppose I was caned every 6 weeks to two
months up to the age of almost 19 - in fact I was still being caned
until I left home for University. My mother tells me that as long as I
am living under her roof, I will be subject to her discipline if
necessary.
The lady in question is very attractive and is a senior nurse in a
major hospital and I had always liked her. I know that she canes her
daughter Sophie who is one of my friends and the same age as me.
Sophie came to me in tears one day when she was about 15. Sophie knew
I got caned, because she had seen the marks on my bottom at school in
the showers and I think this gave her the courage to talk to me about
it. We went up to my bedroom where Sophie showed me three unmistakable
"tram line" marks from a moderate caning well spaced across her
bottom. I knew from experience that Sophie had got off fairly lightly
but I didn't tell her that. When she finished crying her heart out,
she said that her mother had used to sometimes give her the slipper
until one day, her mother learned that Sophie had been seen smoking
with a friend, the two of them being hidden (so they thought) behind a
tree near a bus stop. When Sophie's mother asked her, Sophie had
told her the truth that she had been smoking and had done it for a
dare, whereupon Sophie was told to undress, put over her mother's
knee and given three strokes of the cane. Sophie did not know her
mother had a cane and from that moment onwards, it was Sophie's
standard punishment for acts of serious indiscipline. I think Sophie
was better behaved than me but she still got it 2 or 3 times a year and
the number of strokes was usually the standard "6 of the best".
One Sunday I was at home, getting myself sorted-out for University
whilst waiting for my "A" level results. Jane was having coffee
with my mother and I had overheard them talking about "teen girl
punishments". I was wearing a cute little mini skirt and pale blue
undies. I bent forward across the table to pick up some paperwork when
I heard Jane say, "What a spankable little bottom!" I looked
round, a bit embarrassed and saw my mother and Jane smiling at me. I
blushed furiously, because her remarks had immediately and unexpectedly
made me feel wet! I made an excuse and took myself off to my room and
took care of my feelings! I think masturbation in the female does not
take it out of you the way it appears to do in the male. Anyway, I
cleaned myself up in my en-suite bathroom and thought things over. I
wondered if Jane wanted to spank and probably to cane me. I realised
that I was very much attracted to her and that I would even welcome a
sexual advance from her. I had had no sexual contact with other
females and only a limited amount with men up to that time.
I thought I would talk to Sophia and see how things were at home. The
next day I got out my little scooter and set off round to her house
about 2 miles away. I had known Sophie for years and it would not look
odd if I dropped in. I found Sophie cutting the grass and looking a
bit apprehensive. I notice a long dent and scratches in the side of
her mother's car and causally said, "Your mum will be needing to
get that fixed I guess." Sophie looked down and said nothing for a
moment then she began, "It was my fault, I did it trying to back out
of the gate, I just wasn't paying enough attention. Later that week
I dropped and broke one of my mother's best Spode dishes from a
matching set and then I cheeked her about a few things. She had them
given to her as a wedding present. Mum thinks I need a dozen good
strokes to make me more attentive and remind me to be polite." I
noticed a little tear run down her cheek. "Let's finish cutting
the grass then go for a walk and a talk," I said. Sophie brightened
up and smiled. We finished cutting the lawn quite quickly and put away
the mower. Sophie's house was on the edge of town with rolling heath
land behind it and a pine forest about half a mile beyond that. It was
a warm day and it would be cool in the forest so we headed-off that
way.
Once away from the house Sophie said "I would have been caned already
but I'm just finishing my period. Mum won't cane me until it dries
up and I should be ready by tomorrow. Also we both prefer to do it
when Dad is at work because I get so embarrassed if he is even in the
house when I'm caned. I've got an agreement going back a while
with Mum that we will do it only when we are alone in the house."
Better and better. I thought for a moment and replied, "Sophie, we
both know we get caned - would it help this time if I'm around too
- I could comfort you afterwards after 12 strokes?" Sophie twisted
her fingers together and said, "It will be better if I know you are
there because it will make me more brave, I have never had more than 8
strokes at a time before - your presence will help me but Mum always
comes afterwards, comforts me and rubs cream into my bottom, she's
kind really, it's just a matter of discipline. We are doing it
tomorrow afternoon at 2 PM if you would like to be in the house, I'm
sure Mum won't mind. After the cream is rubbed in I always try to
sleep a bit to wait for the soreness to decrease, I find it helps."
This was just what I wanted to hear. We walked around a bit in the
forest and went back to her house, arriving back at about 4 PM. We
played some of our favourite music and at about 6 PM Jane arrived back
from the hospital. Sophie stayed up in her room, judging it better if
I went down and talked alone to her Mum. My mouth was dry whilst my
hands and another part of me were wet.
Jane invited me into the kitchen and made a cup of tea. My hands shook
a little as she handed it to me and I saw a twinkle in her eye. "And
what can I do for you Kim?" she asked playfully. I thought, "In
for a penny, in for a pound," and began, "Sophie has just told me
about her appointment with you tomorrow afternoon. If you are not too
busy, please will you cane me afterwards and give me as many strokes as
you think I need." I hung my head, desperately hoping I wasn't
blushing all over. Jane came over and took me in her arms. "How
would it be if we showered together first, we will both be naked and we
see how we feel afterwards?" I was stunned! "But what about
Sophie?" I asked. Jane replied, "After I have caned her, I will
give Sophie a little drop of something to make her sleep for a couple
of hours, it won't hurt her and it will save a lot of embarrassment.
I can tell her it is a pain-killer, which it partly is too." I could
hardly believe this and I was in a mixed ecstasy and agony of
anticipation. Jane must have seen the expressions passing across my
face and said "Don't worry, we can do it in my bedroom which has
its own en-suite, no-one will know." I hugged her and I was
immediately aware of her strong hands reaching down to feel my bottom.
I gently disengaged, drank my tea in silence, thanked her and then went
back up to say goodbye to Sophie, who was sitting on the floor looking
pensive. "It's OK," I said, "I asked your mother if I could be
around and explained why and she agreed immediately." Sophie tried
hard and managed a little lop-sided grin. Corporal punishment to her
was a much more serious and harsh thing than it was to me, it was
clear, poor girl.
The following day I arrived at 1:30 PM. Poor Sophie looked very
apprehensive and was clearly ready for her ordeal in pair of shorts and
a T-shirt. A 1:55 she and her mother departed upstairs. I sat in the
kitchen near the open kitchen door and I could clearly hear the classic
sounds of a fairly hard caning session in progress. I did not know
exactly what happened but I guessed that Jane gave Sophie the first 6
with a fairly thin cane with moderate force. After stroke number
three, Sophie yelled out in pain at each stroke until there was lengthy
pause at stroke number six. About 5 minutes later I heard the caning
resume with a louder and deeper "WHAACK" each time the cane
connected. I guessed (correctly as it turned out) that a thicker cane
had been brought into action for the second set of 6 strokes.
Sophie's yells increased in anguish and volume too until it was
finally over. About half an hour later, Jane came down and said,
"She's never been very brave but she does need discipline, I try
not to do it until and unless it is absolutely necessary and today it
was." Poor, poor Sophie, she was clearly a very unwilling recipient.
I looked steadily at Jane and said "I can probably take it a bit
better than that, what do you have in mind please?" Jane cuddled me
and said, "I've always fantasised about spanking you Kim, and I
want to try to give you thirty good stingers." I was a bit taken
aback. I had thought it might be 18 or 20, but 30 was going some. 18
had been my previous limit when I had come home drunk and broken the
glass in the front door. I thought rapidly. I had taken the 18 with
difficulty as Mum had really laid it on using the thicker "senior
school" cane for the entire punishment. I could hardly refuse
however, so just a little apprehensively I said "OK". Jane bent
forward and kissed me. She took my hand. "Come on," she said,
leading the way upstairs. We went up to her room, locking the door
once inside. The room faced the rear of the house, overlooking the
rear lawn and the heath land. Jane had drawn the net curtains, which
you could not see through anyway to any depth in the room.
We silently undressed. Jane had the loveliest figure and had trimmed
her pubic hair into a narrow little line running vertically up from her
pussy lips. Her breasts and bottom were still firm. When she turned
round I could see the fading lines of an old caning on her bottom and I
could not stop myself gasping in surprise. Jane looked round and
realised what I was staring at. "Don't worry Kim, your dear Mother
does that to me sometimes when I need it." I gasped again in
amazement. I had no idea that went on. No wonder Jane and my mother
were such good friends. "We compare notes on caning techniques and
can try them out like this. I expect you have noticed how good your
mother is at it!"
Jane gestured toward the en-suite where I sat on the loo and peed with
her watching. I got up and Jane directed me over to the bidet where
she proceeded to help me wash my bottom and vulva. I could scarcely
believe I was allowing her to do this and it seemed heavenly. As I was
drying myself, Jane had a pee then sat on the bidet. She reached out
and took my arm. "Help me now please Kim, it's normal between two
healthy women." She ran the vertical spray and put my hand on her
pussy. She soaped herself and oh so gently I helped to wash her pussy.
After all the soap was rinsed off, she turned round and put her bottom
over the spray. I helped to wash her bottom and finally she got up and
dried herself.
Jane turned off the bidet then gently said, "Kim Darling, please sit
on the edge of the bidet facing me." I did as Jane asked and she
opened my legs, knelt down in front of me and licked my clitoris. The
sensation was heavenly and in a very short time I had a huge orgasm.
When it was over, Jane assisted me back on to the bidet and turned on
the spray again. The impact of the spray on my engorged clitoris was
unimaginable and I could have sat there forever. I played with my
nipples, which were rock-hard. Jane gently nibbled one nipple and I
nearly exploded again. Finally, she turned off the bidet, helped me to
dry then positioned me on the bed, head down and bottom up.
Jane positioned herself to one side of me and I felt her rest the cane
on my bottom. "Kim," she began, "Be brave now, I'm going to
give you 6 moderate strokes to warm you up with this thin cane. Then I
will stop and let you recover." The cane tapped my bottom then
"WHIIISTLE CRAACK" and that familiar line of fire blazed across my
haunches. It wasn't too bad. I drew in my breath and tried to
relax. This was repeated six times and I had started to cry. I was
still kneeling there, eyes shut but tears pouring out whilst I tried to
calm myself. I sensed Jane behind me, felt her part the cheeks of my
bottom and that heavenly sensation of an expertly sucked clitoris
started immediately, taking my mind off my pains. Jane kept it up
until I was rapidly rewarded with another shattering orgasm. I
collapsed on to the bed, writhing about in a mixture of pleasure and
transformed pain.
As the feelings slowly ebbed away, I saw Jane standing there and
looking at me fondly. She had a cane in her hand and said, "Let's
get you into the diaper position for the next 6 strokes". So saying,
she rolled me over on the bed and lifted up my legs. I lay on my back
and gripped them tightly. Jane said, "I will give you one stroke at
a time and let you recover before I give the next one. This position
tightens the skin and increases the sensation, you will need a pause
between strokes." I tried to relax, watched Jane draw back the cane
then "WHEESSHT BAANG" and the cane struck a line of white-hot fire
across the tops of my thighs close to the crease. I burst into tears
again because it was so painful. I wondered how I would handle 23 more
strokes like that, when I felt Jane going to work on my clitoris again.
She brought me close to the brink then stopped, picked up the cane and
WHHEFT KRIISHT another stinger struck home. There were floods of tears
from me, rapidly diminishing when Jane gave me oral attention. Jane
was an expert caner and very good at helping me to deal with the pain.
This went on not for the six strokes but until I had received all 24 of
the second tranche. I would be given a hard cane stroke then
immediately helped to deal with the pain. At the end of it, my
buttocks and upper thighs were on fire and twitched with a life of
their own. Jane assisted me back into the bathroom and almost filled
the bowl of the bidet with cold water. She helped me to sit sideways
on the bidet with most of my bottom in the cold water. This slowly
helped the stinging, smarting pain to decrease and after about ten
minutes I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was severely
marked and there would be bruising. Jane took my hand and led me back
over to the bed. She lay down and got me to squat astride her in the
classical "69" potions. I went to work on her as she nibbled away
at my clitoris again. I must have had two or three more orgasms before
Jane came to the boil and whimpered with pleasure. We collapsed back
on to the bed and I drifted into sleep with Jane's strong arms around
me. I woke up about an hour later and Jane was standing there smiling.
"Kim, take your time but when you are ready, I will take you
home." I dressed and Jane took me back. At home, my mum smiled at
me and said, "Is there something to show me Darling." I blushed
and went upstairs, Mum following with a leather "reminder" strap in
her hand. In my bedroom, I lay face down and naked from the waist
down. My mother ran her cool fingers over my still twitching and
well-thrashed buttocks. "Darling, that is a wonderful punishment,
but I will give you six of the strap to remind you to be good." I
shut my eyes and waited for it. I was used to this as mum often did it
a few hours after a caning to make the final point. The six strokes
rained down and I burst into tears again.
I felt mum begin to rub cream into my tortured rump as she so often did
and I felt better. "Darling," Mum began. "I do love you. This
last caning from Jane was not so much about your behaviour as to awaken
feelings that I know lay dormant in you and to show you what a lovely
thing another lady can be. I can't do this myself and I'm grateful
to Jane for assisting you. I don't think you will need to be caned
again unless you so something very foolish to warrant it. But if ever
you feel you need it, just ask Jane or I and we will help you out. We
do it to each other from time to time and there is no reason you should
not join in. I doubt if Sophie will join you, as she does not seem to
have the same interests and outlook." So ended my final spanking
from my mother before I went to University. From then on, I did ask
Jane to cane me, usually at least once every University holiday and
several times during the summer recess. Sophie knew it was happening
but I'm sure she didn't know about the sexual angle!!