Fifty-seven-year-old Andrew Elsworth was visiting a small seaside town from his own village, about ten miles away. A town that he often visited.

Andrew had a great interest in reading and there were two secondhand bookshops in the town he was visiting. He had been in one of them and was now in the second one.

Andrew had been divorced for several years and his social life was more or less non-existent. He was a quiet man, bordering on shyness and since his divorce, he had had little female company.

He had a wide range of reading interests including sport, military history and true crime and he had spent quite a while browsing in the bookshop.

His eyes alighted on a book title and it was a title that intrigued him, the book was entitled, 'The English Vice.'

Andrew took the book from the shelf and looked inside and on the title page, it read, 'Beating, Sex and Shame in Victorian England and After.'

Andrew looked at the chapter titles and they included chapters on Home and School Beating in Nineteenth-Century England, a chapter specifically on Eton, Judicial, Prison, Army and Navy Floggings and Flagellant Prostitution in Victorian England and After. There were other chapters too, but these caught his eye.

Andrew had had an interest in corporal punishment for as long as he could remember but had very little personal knowledge of it. He had been caned by his headmaster when he was seventeen and he and his ex-wife indulged in some mild spanking in the early and happy years of their marriage, but that was it.

Also when at school, Andrew had been passing the headmaster's study door when another seventeen-year-old schoolboy was receiving six strokes of the cane across his buttocks. Andrew's penis became immediately stiff and he hurried to the toilets for a wank.

He had numerous books, magazines and DVDs at home, some featuring male/male punishment, some male/female, some female/male and some all female. Depending on Andrew's mood at the time, any of those could be put to use as his right hand moved rapidly up and down his penis.

The price of the book that Andrew was showing great interest in was not cheap, but he might never get another chance to acquire what looked to be a very interesting piece of literature. He decided that he had to have it.

Andrew moved towards the table at which the shop proprietor normally sat but he stopped mid-stride because the person seated there was not the gentleman that Andrew had seen on previous visits to the shop. In fact, the person seated there was not a gentleman at all but a well-built and not unattractive female who was probably aged in her sixties.

"Oh, um, when I have been in here before, there has been a gentleman here," said Andrew, still with the book in his hand and feeling embarrassed about handing such a book to a woman.

"Yes, my brother Tim; He has taken a couple of days off so I am minding the shop; can I help you?" said the woman, looking at the book in Andrew's hand and inviting him to hand it over and to complete the transaction.

Andrew thought of putting the book back but he handed it to the woman hoping that she would just look at the price and not the title, no such luck.

"Oh yes, flagellation and corporal punishment; an interesting subject for a lot of people, more than would probably admit it," said the woman, almost with a smirk on her face.

If a man of Andrew's age could blush, he was blushing, "Um, yes indeed," Andrew said because he thought that he had to say something.

"Does your interest go beyond reading about it, may I ask?" said the woman, still with the book in her hand.

"Um, no, not really," replied Andrew, wondering if he should say that he wanked whilst watching DVDs.

"Oh, mine does," smiled the woman, leaving Andrew wondering if she liked giving or receiving, or both.

"Oh, does it?" said Andrew, not sure if he wanted to be having the conversation or not.

"Yes, I cane naughty boys and girls, adult ones," revealed the woman.

Andrew was speechless, the woman still had the book.

"I also like a good belting on my bare buttocks from time to time," continued the woman. Andrew's penis was stiff in his trousers.

Andrew either had to say something, leave the shop without the book or encourage the woman to complete the transaction. He was still deciding what to do when another person entered the shop.

"That will be fifteen pounds please sir," said the woman to Andrew, with her eyes on his.

"Um, yes, thank you," replied Andrew, handing the woman the cash and taking the book that she had put in a brown paper bag for him.

"See you again very soon I hope, sir," said the woman to Andrew, moving her head toward the new customer to suggest that Andrew returned when the shop was empty.

Andrew left the shop after giving the woman an embarrassed smile. He did not know if he would return shortly or not but he did not walk too far away from the premises.

Andrew was standing in a side street a few yards away from the bookshop, trying to absorb what had just happened, or at least what he thought had just happened. It seemed to him that the woman was offering to cane him and also possibly suggesting that he belts her bare arse.

If either or both of those assessments were correct, did he want to be caned and/or did he want to belt her arse?

He knew that he could only find out if he had read the situation correctly by going back into the shop when there were no other customers there. He had almost plucked up the courage to go back in when somebody else entered.

If he walked away now he knew that he would be forever wondering what he had missed out on, even if he was not certain what was on offer.

To Andrew's annoyance, the bookshop suddenly became very busy with people coming and going so he thought that he would leave and return later in the morning or early afternoon.

Andrew approached the bookshop again just before one in the afternoon but came to a standstill as he saw the woman inside the shop changing the sign on the door from 'open' to 'closed.'

The woman saw Andrew and beckoned him in, he instinctively accepted the offer.

"Hello again, I am just closing for lunch but I think that you and I have things to talk about, don't you?" smiled the woman.

"Yes, I do," replied Andrew, as the woman closed and locked the door.

"I was hoping that you would come back, come through," said the woman, leading Andrew through the back of the shop and up some stairs.

Andrew had only seen the woman seated, but she had a broad arse in a quite tight black skirt, and his penis started to stiffen again.

Upstairs seemed to be used for storage, but the woman led Andrew into a room that had a table and a couple of chairs, plus a kettle and a toaster. There was also a refrigerator and some drawers and cupboards.

"Would you like a coffee?" smiled the woman, indicating for Andrew to sit on one of the chairs.

"Yes please, if it is no trouble," replied Andrew politely.

"Oh, no trouble at all; as I said, we have things to talk about," said the woman, who Andrew was finding increasingly exciting and attractive.

"Milk and sugar?" enquired the woman.

"Please, one sugar," answered Andrew.

"How rude of me, I have not introduced myself, my name is Pamela Nugent," said the woman.

"Andrew, Andrew Elsworth," replied Andrew, shaking the hand that Pamela had offered.

The coffee was made and Pamela was seated. "So Andrew, how long have you had an interest in corporal punishment?" asked the seemingly ever-smiling Pamela.

"From my school days, thoughts of fellow pupils being caned um,...," Andrew started to say.

"Excited you? Me too with girls at my school," replied Pamela, putting Andrew at ease.

"Yes, it excited me but I felt guilty that I should be excited," admitted Andrew.

"Did you get caned at school Andrew? I did," said Pamela.

"Yes once and it bloody hurt but I was also very aroused," confided Andrew.

"Yes, I can relate to that; I masturbated with cane marks on my bum," laughed Pamela.

Andrew was feeling so at ease talking with this woman, normally he was quite withdrawn talking to a female that he did not know. Despite his ease, however, Andrew was happy for Pamela to lead the conversation to wherever it might go.

"Have you been caned since then, Andrew?" asked Pamela.

"No," replied Andrew, knowing what the next question would be.

"Have you ever wanted to be?" was Pamela's expected next question.

"I have never really thought about it; I like reading about such things, but have never really thought of being caned myself," Andrew answered honestly.

"But you are thinking about it now, aren't you Andrew?" asked Pamela, her face now more serious.

"Yes, I am, Pamela," Andrew answered softly.

"As I said, I cane naughty adult boys and girls; would you like me to cane you, Andrew?" continued Pamela.

"I am honestly not sure; um, you said that you sometimes like to be belted," said Andrew.

"Ha, yes; are you saying that I can cane you if you can belt my big arse?" laughed Pamela.

"No, I was not saying that," replied Andrew, not too certain what he really was saying.

"Are you married, Andrew?" asked Pamela.

"No, I was but I have been divorced for a long time," answered Andrew.

"I have never married; if you want, you could visit me at my cottage at the weekend," said Pamela, back to smiling.

"Well, I am not sure if, um, ..," Andrew started to respond.

"Only if you want to and if you do, whatever happens, happens, okay?" said Pamela.

For the first time, Andrew was now thinking that sex might be on offer as well as getting his arse caned and giving Pamela's backside a belting. "Do you mean perhaps stay overnight?" asked Andrew, trying not to sound too presumptive.

"Two nights if you want, Friday and Saturday," replied Pamela.

"Oh my goodness, it is a long time since a lady has suggested that I stay in her house overnight, but you are suggesting two nights," chuckled Andrew.

"Is it a while since you have been with a lady, Andrew?" asked Pamela, wondering if she should elaborate on the question, or maybe should have not asked it at all.

"Yes, a long while, Pamela," answered Andrew, not wanting to tell her that his only sex for the last several months had been with his right hand.

"Perhaps that is something that we can put right if you visit me at the weekend," said Pamela, taking Andrew's hand in hers.

"Are you sure, Pamela? You know nothing about me," said Andrew.

"I am a good judge of character and I think you want your bottom caned, want to belt mine and you need a fuck so yeah, I am sure," laughed Pamela.

"You may well be right, Pamela," smiled Andrew.

"Unless you do not fancy me, of course," said Pamela, looking concerned.

"Oh yes I fancy you, you are a very attractive woman," answered Andrew truthfully.

"Very attractive old woman, I am sixty-eight," laughed Pamela.

"You certainly don't look it," replied Andrew.

"Mmmm, wish we could fuck right now, but it is very cramped up here and I have to re-open the shop soon," said Pamela.

"Meeting you is unbelievable," said Andrew, clutching Pamela's hand.

"Ha, we haven't done anything yet; it should get really wild at the weekend," chuckled Pamela.

"You had better give me your address," said Andrew, hardly believing his luck.

Pamela gave Andrew her address and they exchanged phone numbers. They stood up and had a long, sensual kiss and Andrew was close to cumming in his underpants. Pamela said that she would let him out of the back door because it would look suspicious for him to go out the front door of a closed shop.

They agreed that Andrew would go to Pamela's cottage on Friday with the intention of him staying until Sunday, this day was Tuesday.

That Tuesday evening at home, Andrew thought about his meeting with Pamela, thought about the upcoming weekend, read part of his new book, and wanked.

Pamela and Andrew spoke to each other on the phone on Wednesday evening and agreed that nothing was set in stone regarding what they did at the weekend, they would just go with what seemed right at the time.

They did not speak on Thursday but exchanged 'thinking of you' texts.

It was Friday evening and Andrew prepared to travel the short distance to Pamela's cottage for what could and should be a weekend of exciting experiences. He was nervous, not so much about maybe getting a caning, but more about the offered sex.

Andrew had never considered himself to be a great lover although maybe he underrated himself. His penis size fell in the average category, he assumed, and he was worrying that he might not satisfy Pamela. He found her very attractive and she would not have invited him to her cottage if she had not fancied him, so he just hoped that when any fucking took place, it went well.

Pamela had had much sexual experience with both sexes, often also involving corporal punishment of some sort, but had not had any long-term relationships and did not have a regular sex partner in her life at the moment. She did find Andrew attractive and she was looking forward to giving him his first fuck in a while. She was also looking forward to possibly caning him and also baring her buttocks for a belting from him.

Pamela thought that she would offer Andrew the chance of sex as soon as possible after his arrival because she thought he was probably gagging for it, but she would let him decide if he wanted it straight away rather than try to force him into it.

Andrew arrived at Pamela's cottage and she was at the door to greet him. The black skirt that she was wearing now looked considerably shorter than the one that she was wearing when they first met, she also had more make-up on.

"Hello Andrew, so good to see you again," said Pamela, as he got out of the car and she promptly planted a kiss on his lips.

"Hello Pamela, so good to see you too," replied Andrew.

"Bring your things in, we can take them straight upstairs," said Pamela, meaning that a bed would immediately be available if Andrew wanted to fuck straight away.

Andrew got his holdall from his car and followed Pamela indoors and up the stairs. That was not an unpleasant task as his eyes were on her wide bottom all of the time.

"Put your things in here, Andrew, although you might not be spending the night in here," smiled Pamela, showing Andrew into the spare bedroom.

Andrew put his things down and turned to see Pamela standing in a provocative sort of pose in the doorway. "I was wondering if you would like to spend some time in my bedroom before we went back downstairs," smiled Pamela with her head tilted to one side.

"Um, well,..., what do you want to do?" responded Andrew, not wanting to sound too eager and also a bit nervous about getting things right.

"It is you that has not had it for a while, honey," pouted Pamela.

"Yes, a long while," replied Andrew, still nervous but with his cock hardening in his trousers.

"In that case, perhaps you should wait no longer, what do you think?" said Pamela, with her fingers at her blouse buttons but not yet undoing any.

"Pamela, I am a bit nervous; I am worried about disappointing you," said Andrew.

"Relax Andrew and you will be fine, I promise that when I orgasm, it will not be fake," reassured Pamela.

"Ha, that is good to know, but it also puts the pressure on me to make you cum for real," replied Andrew, stepping towards Pamela and initiating their next kiss, which became a snog.

Their bodies ground together and Andrew's penis reached full erection as his hands went down Pamela's back and caressed her arse.

"To my bedroom, young man," said Pamela, leading, or rather dragging, Andrew across the hallway.

Andrew thought that being called a young man at the age of fifty-seven was a bit odd, but he was certainly not resisting.

Pamela immediately undid and pulled down Andrew's trousers and then lowered his underpants. She took his erect cock in her hand, the first time that Andrew's penis had been touched by a hand other than his in ages.

"Mmmm, that seems pretty good to me," said Pamela, stroking Andrew's cock. She had seen bigger but also smaller, but now Andrew was concerned about ejaculating as Pamela stroked.

"Um, maybe you had better stop that, Pamela, or you might get a mess on your carpet," warned Andrew.

"Oh yes, sorry," giggled Pamela, pulling her hand away.

Andrew unzipped Pamela's skirt and sent it on its way to the floor. Pamela wanted something to do with her hands, so she undid her blouse. She then threw her arms around Andrew's neck and they kissed again. Andrew's hands found their way inside Pamela's knickers at the back and he pawed her bare buttocks.

Pamela undid Andrew's shirt and then she took off her blouse. Andrew removed his shirt and Pamela removed her bra leaving her large tits swinging free. Andrew massaged Pamela's breasts for a little while but now they were both ready to fuck.

Pamela took her knickers off as Andrew scrambled out of his shoes, socks, trousers and underpants. By the time that he had achieved that, Pamela was on the bed with her legs wide apart and her hairy cunt on display. "Fuck me, Andrew," said Pamela, holding out her arms, and that was certainly Andrew's intention.

Andrew had still not gotten rid of his nerves as he got on the bed, but Pamela put her arms around him and pulled him to her, she then had a hand on his penis and expertly guided it into her wet vagina. Andrew had his cock in a cunt and he was about to fuck.

Andrew did not expect to last too long but he wanted to try to give Pamela pleasure and he started thrusting his hips hard. "Yes. yes, fuck me hard big boy," Pamela encouraged.

Andrew kept thrusting, but the stimulation was taking him close and he was fearful of cumming before Pamela did, "I am getting close, Pamela, can't hold it," Andrew warned.

"Keep going, baby, I am almost there," answered Pamela.

Andrew kept going but could hold no longer and he groaned as he started to ejaculate but, to his delight, Pamela shrieked, "Yes, yes, I am cumming," and because of her promise, Andrew was sure that she was.

They came together and giggled happily, but Andrew still wanted confirmation, "Pamela, you did,..," Andrew started to ask.

"Yes baby, I came, I promised that I wouldn't fake it, didn't I?" replied Pamela.

"Yes, you did," a happy Andrew agreed.

They cleaned and tidied themselves up and got dressed and went downstairs. If nothing else happened this weekend at least they had had a fuck.

They sat on the sofa drinking wine. "I imagine that you feel better after going so long without," said Pamela.

"Oh, I do and thank you so much; I was so nervous, it was almost like being a virgin again," laughed Andrew.

"You did well, I really enjoyed it," said Pamela.

"I was terrified that I would cum before you did," admitted Andrew.

"Well, we came together and we should have a few more opportunities this weekend," replied Pamela.

They talked some more and then the topic became corporal punishment but, perhaps surprisingly, it was Andrew that brought the subject up. "Do you cane many naughty adults?" asked Andrew.

"Over the years I would not like to guess how many I have caned, but I have a few that visit me quite often," replied Pamela.

"And how many get to belt your bottom?" continued Andrew, maybe the wine was having an effect.

"There are not many that both get caned and also belt me but a few men and one lady just visit me to lash my arse," answered Pamela.

"Will you cane me tomorrow, Pamela?" asked Andrew.

"Yes, Andrew, I think I will," replied Pamela.

There was then a brief silence before Pamela asked Andrew if he would like to watch a DVD before they went to bed. He agreed, suspecting that it related to corporal punishment but he was far from disappointed to watch a DVD of a mature couple fucking.

During the watching of the DVD, Pamela had again undone Andrew's trousers and he had lifted his arse from the sofa so that she could lower them and his underpants. Pamela's blouse was undone and her bra dragged below her tits, so they watched the latter part of the DVD with Pamela having Andrew's erect cock in her hand as he fingered her nipples.

When the DVD had finished, they went back upstairs, used the bathroom, cleaned their teeth and then set about trying to emulate what the mature couple had been doing in the DVD. Andrew was now much more confident and he gave Pamela a good fucking.

"Shit, oh Andrew, cumming, oh fuck," Pamela wailed as she came and Andrew managed to have her cumming again before he ejaculated. They slept happy and contented.

In the morning, they got up and had breakfast. Pamela showed Andrew her collection of books and magazines relating to corporal punishment, several of which he had also got, and then she made an announcement. "You are to be caned now, young man," Amanda said sternly.

"Yes, Miss," Andrew heard himself reply before Pamela's words had sunk in.

Pamela took him to an upstairs room that he had not seen before and it was very much like a headmaster's or headmistress's study, in this case, the latter. "You will lower your trousers and underpants and bend over that desk," Pamela ordered.

Andrew lowered his clothing and his penis was semi-erect, he bent over the desk. Pamela raised Andrew's shirt clear of his buttocks and then went to a cupboard and selected a cane. She bent the cane and swished it through the air a few times before taking up position behind Andrew.

"Twelve strokes," Pamela said, in a way that did not invite argument.

Pamela lined the cane up across Andrew's arse then SWISH CRACK she delivered the first stroke. Andrew let out a small groan and then his cock stiffened some more as he realised that he was being caned by a mature woman.

Pamela slashed the cane across Andrew's backside at intervals of about ten seconds, and the man's bottom had an increasing number of red lines on it. Andrew was finding it hugely erotic and his penis was now rigid.

As the cane rose and fell, Andrew became a bit more vocal and his arse was burning.

Pamela had landed ten strokes and she admired her work for a moment before SWISH CRACK, SWISH CRACK she viciously and expertly put two diagonal lines across the already existing red lines.

Andrew groaned and almost ejaculated, he had enjoyed the thrashing.

"Stand up, turn around," ordered Pamela.

Andrew slowly pushed himself up and equally slowly, turned around. Pamela was delighted to see Andrew's cock fully erect.

"Looks like you found getting caned to be rather enjoyable," smirked Pamela, pointing the cane at Andrew's rigid penis.

"Yes Miss, thank you, Miss," Andrew replied, his voice croaky.

"We will deal with that erection shortly, for now, you will place your hands on your head," said Pamela, Andrew complied as Pamela put the cane away.

Andrew's buttocks were burning and he longed to rub them, he would also have liked to rub his cock or, better still, have someone else see to it.

Andrew moved from foot to foot as his backside tingled more and more and Pamela decided to take pity on him.

She sank to her knees and took Andrew's cock in her mouth. She slowly licked and sucked it and she was sending Andrew wild, the woman was proving herself also to be an expert at sucking cock.

Andrew could take it no more and his cock twitched and he ejaculated into Pamela's mouth, she kept sucking as he kept cumming.

Once she had sucked him dry, Pamela licked her lips before revealing more plans, "Tonight I want you to belt my arse and then give me a good fucking, do you think that you can manage that, Andrew?" smiled Pamela.

"I will certainly do my best," replied a breathless Andrew.

Andrew was reluctant to do much sitting down during the afternoon, but Pamela insisted.

In the evening they were on the sofa semi-naked as they searched the internet for corporal punishment videos and mature couples' fucking videos. They were both very turned-on as they went upstairs to prepare for Pamela's arse belting, and the fuck that would follow.

They were both naked as Pamela placed some pillows in the centre of the bed, and then produced a thick leather belt and handed it to Andrew.

"I want you to whip my arse as hard as you can and do not stop until the time is right," said Pamela.

"How will I know when the time is right?" asked Andrew.

"Ha, probably when I tell you to fuck me," replied Pamela, getting on the bed and laying with her middle on the pillows and her large arse raised for the belting.

Andrew lay the belt across Pamela's buttocks, raised it and brought it down with a loud CRACK.

The sound surprised Andrew but the power of the lash did not impress Pamela, "Harder, much harder," said Pamela.

Andrew put more effort into the second lash but apparently, it was still not good enough, "Harder, whip my arse," said Pamela.

Andrew took a deep breath and slashed the belt through the air again. That made a noticeably louder sound on impact with Pamela's backside, and she seemed to approve, "Yes, really belt me," she said.

Andrew built up a rhythm and time after time the belt cracked against Pamela's buttocks and her utterances suggested that she was enjoying it, "Yes," "Mmm," "Fuck, yes," and similar was stated by Pamela as her arse cheeks started to glow.

Pamela was now squirming and her utterances more frantic as Andrew kept flogging her arse.

"Oh, fuck yes, fucking cumming," yelled Pamela after yet another CRACK resonated in the room.

Andrew did not know if he should continue with the belting, but his question was answered by the orgasming Pamela, "Fuck me now, give me a good fucking," she instructed.

Pamela did not indicate that she wanted to move her position so Andrew got on the bed and, after some adjustment, had his cock against her cunt and then slid in.

Only just over twenty-four hours earlier, Andrew had been nervous about his ability to sexually satisfy a woman but he had gained a lot of confidence since. He thrust hard and fast into Pamela and had her shrieking as she came again, "Fucking hell, fuck, fuck, fuck," she shouted and made Andrew feel so good as he marvelled at his ability to hold his ejaculation.

He had Pamela cumming again before he spurted his cum into her.

"That was sensational, you gave me a great fucking," said Pamela, as her body relaxed.

"I never thought that I was any good at pleasing women, my ex-wife rarely indicated that I was," replied a very happy and proud Andrew.

"Well, you can certainly please this one," complimented Pamela.

"Does that mean that we might meet again?" asked Andrew.

"Oh yes, I hope that we meet lots and lots more," replied Pamela.

They slept well and spent most of Sunday together.

They made love early Sunday evening before Andrew got ready to return home.

"Thank you for giving me such an enjoyable weekend," said Pamela, before giving Andrew a long and passionate kiss.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, it has been wonderful," replied Andrew.

"I am so glad that you came into my brother's bookshop last Tuesday," said Pamela.

"Me too, but when I saw that a woman was going to serve me, I almost put the book back because I was embarrassed," admitted Andrew.

"So glad that you didn't because we would have never discovered our shared interest in corporal punishment," answered Pamela.

"Yes, it was fate," said Andrew.

They were sure to spend much more time discussing and participating in their shared interest, and no doubt do plenty more fucking too.

A sexy relationship based on corporal punishment had started, and all because of a copy of 'The English Vice.'