My name is Debbie Webb, nee Smart. I'm five-foot-seven with large blue eyes, long slender legs, and naturally blond hair.

I have been married to Mike, my schoolboy sweetheart, for three years and have lived together for five. I have fashionably styled hair cut into a page boy bob.

My admirers of both sexes tell me I have stunning looks with a figure so hot it could melt ice.

I've worked in the home office since finishing my degree at Warwick university six years ago. I have gained promotion and am now a senior manager in the accounts office.  I love my job and have an excellent relationship with my colleagues.

Since turning seventeen, I've had several female lovers, including both my and Mikes's mother. I have never cheated on my husband Mike with another male. He is the only man I have been fucked by despite often being tempted with plenty of offers.

I cannot believe how time has flown since leaving school. I was seventeen when Miss Artur caned the entire hockey team on the stage in front of our parents.

The reason being our semi-final match had ended in a mass brawl after Miriam Taylor's leg was broken by a Boreham defender. I called the girl who assaulted Miriam a fucking cow while slapping her hard around the face.

The altercation that followed was never seen at a school match or any match, I doubt before. It involved all the players and it took quite a while before the teachers managed to appease the situation. I remember once everything calmed down, fearing expulsion could be a real possibility as pupils were sacked for less.

So when Miss Artur persuaded the committee that we should be severely caned instead of being expelled, I breathed a sigh of relief. She explained our behaviour had been indefensible but expulsion would be too severe as it would endanger our future. 

So, although dreading the caning, I was relieved it wasn't the sacking that I had first feared. The punishment had been excruciating. Feeling the stick striking my palms six times was as painful as anything I can remember experiencing. What made it even worse we were never allowed the chance to complete the double after the altercation.

I well remember my hands stinging agonisingly as the rod struck my tender palms while I sobbed my heart out. However, the amazing sex I experienced with Marion and my mum Susan that evening more than provided a beautiful compensation for the pain I endured. I still well remember the incident like it occurred yesterday, not ten years ago.

When I received a letter from Miss Artur, inviting me to a hockey reunion of our school team at our favourite pub in Harrow, my imagination went into overdrive. It stated it was to celebrate our hockey team that won the Essex league undefeated under my captaincy a decade ago. We had broken all records that year for the hockey league. Also, we had set a precedent for future players in what you can achieve with the correct application and dedication.

It has been ten years since I left Harrow school to go to Warwick university. Apart from my dear friend Jane who shared a passionate affair with me before moving away to Durham, I have no idea what the other girls are doing now. We stay in touch and occasionally meet up but living so far away curtailed our relationship to our regret.

If I wasn't with Mike, my time with Jane had been so satisfyingly rewarding I'm sure we would have become a permanent item.

Mike thought it would be good for me to meet up with the girls again as he was confident I would enjoy the reminiscing and had no doubt that the drink would be flowing abundantly.  Mike suggested it would be good to take some photographs because he would love to see how they had blossomed, as he remembered them fondly.

Mike always tells me we must have been the most attractive hockey team that had ever played the game. I was sure if the opportunity had arisen, he would have liked to have fucked quite a few of them. However, Mike was always condescendingly telling me that I was selected because he found me the most desirable girl on the team.

I always knew he had a soft spot for the girls as he enjoys encouraging me to tell him their reaction while being caned. It wasn't long before we became so horny that we were rushing upstairs for a lustful fuck. Discussing the letter had evoked memories of school, our punishments, and the caning the team received.

The cane plays a significant part in our sex lives as I am addicted to being punished and Mike has grown to love punishing me. I am bisexual with strong nymphomaniac tendencies and have a rampant caning fetish which Mike helps satisfy before fucking me until we usually explode.

We had seen each other punished at school when caned for truancy together when I was seventeen. Mike received six strokes on his bum while the headmistress gave me that exact number across my palms. It turned out to be the day that changed my life in more ways than one.

After being thrashed in front of our mummy's, I had felt intoxicatingly aroused and willingly surrendered my virginity to Mike when we arrived home. The sex was mind-blowing and the beginning of my identifying pain and pleasure with the ecstasy of being fucked.

We often practice role play where I wear my school uniform while Mike canes my hands as the headmistress had done. Although never thrashed on the bum at school, I let Mike occasionally cane my backside as a prelude to a fuck. Although not my first choice of punishment, it turns him on so much the sex afterwards is sublime.

The most rewarding thing was discovering our mutual enjoyment for anal sex, which we've grown to love when Mike's cock fucks my arse. He tells me seeing me bent over, my bum in the air decorated with tram lines from the caning while pounding my arse with his cock making me scream with euphoria, is as good as fucking can get. Mike knows I am sex mad and loves it but knows nothing about the sexual relationship I enjoy with girls or our mum's.

They arranged the reunion for a Friday so people could stop overnight if they had a long way to travel.  Also, the weekend followed, as we would probably need time to recover. I arranged to stay at my mum's overnight because I live in Hampshire since I had married and knew driving home would be out of the question. 

It didn't take me long to contact my old friend Jane by telephone when I received my invite, hoping she would be going too. She told me she most certainly was and couldn't wait to see the girls, especially me, again. Jane added that her brother David who had been at school with us and now lived in Scotland would drive her down for the reunion.

There'd booked two rooms in the pub and she told me David was looking forward to a quiet drink with the locals while she was attending the gathering. Jane added David said he was eager to see me again as he had enjoyed my company when we had met at her wedding. She surmised this was the real reason he fancied the trip as he often asks after you.

She suggested I shared her room rather than go back to my mum's after the party.  I've always thought Jane lucky to have a brother like David; although he was four years my senior, the thought of being with him utterly besotted me for years. I said to Jane I liked the idea of us spending quality time together as she was to count me in.

We arranged that I would arrive in the early afternoon to catch up before attending the reunion. I knew we had been so long without each other that sex would be invertible and intense. I was so excited to be with Jane again I couldn't wait.

It briefly crossed my mind whether I would seduce her brother or indeed him me as I knew the attraction we felt for each other had been immense. When we met at Jane's wedding some years ago, I am sure if we hadn't been with our partners, we would have ended up having sex.

I knew the attraction had been mutual as David flirted with me as we danced together. His hand had subtly found its way, squeezing the cheeks of my bum as he looked into my eyes for a response. I brushed his lips with mine and whispered, if only into his ear. I loved my husband dearly but my attraction to David was so strong that I often fantasised about his cock being inside me.

Mike said he would have loved to come to mum's except his Rugby team played Saracens in the National cup that Saturday. He said he would make amends by giving me the fuck to remember the night before I left. Mike was true to his word and we had a fantastic Thursday night.

I let him thrash my bum with six stingers after he finished caning my hands as a special treat. People who say a caning on the hands is more painful than the arse have never received a proper thrashing as I have.

As his throbbing penis penetrated my bum, I orgasmed again and again. My hole felt like it was alive as it welcomed his cock. I tossed back my head while my body was arching and thrusting with delight. Tears of joy cascaded down my cheeks as I screamed with pleasure as his cum filled my burning bum. Mike shouted at me that I was an insatiable whore as fucking me never cease to amaze him, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

I often wondered what my colleagues would think if they could see the respectable Debbie they worked with and admired bent over having her arse caned then fucked.

I took Friday off work arriving at my mum's lunchtime. She was so pleased to see me and was nearly as excited as I was about the reunion. Over lunch, we enjoyed reminiscing about our school days and the punishments we had received. Mum said how much she misses me and kissed my palms, then passionately on the lips.

She reminded me that she still gets herself off while masturbating, thinking about what she witnessed at my school. She told me the cane striking the girls tender palms, especially mine or the gorgeous backside in Sarah's case, was one of the most sensual experiences of her life.

I told her Jane had invited me to spend the night at the pub with her after the party. She had already reserved a room that she assured me we could put to good use. I added that it sounded too good an offer to refuse and had readily agreed. I knew that I so missed Jane and the sex we enjoyed the chance was something I couldn't miss.

I told mum I would come round Saturday in the late morning to collect my car and give her all the gory details about the reunion. I said, all being well, we can spend the night playing as I needn't return home until Sunday. Mummy agreed she would love that and invite Marion, Mike's mum, our other partner in crime, who I loved dearly.

She said that she was sure Jane and I would enjoy ourselves and only wished she could join us.

Mum dropped me at the pub where Jane was looking stunning as she sat outside waiting for me. Mummy jumped out of the car, kissed Jane on the lips while hugging her tight. Her face was beaming as she told Jane she was so envious of us as she knew we would have so much fun.

As we waved goodbye I was in no doubt what mummy would be doing when she got home. I hoped for her sake the rabbit's batteries held out as her imagination would be rampant.

Jane hugged me, staring into my eyes as she told me I looked lovelier than ever. She grabbed my hand, led me to our room while telling me we had plenty of time to have a drink later. When we entered the room, Jane kissed me passionately on the lips then told me she had a surprise that she was sure I would love.

I was amazed at what happened next. Jane opened her case, producing not only our favourite rabbit but the cane we had always put to good use.

She asked if I would thrash her hands as she had been dreaming of this moment for so long. Jane wanted three stinging strokes on each palm, just like when being caned at school. She told me I was to continue even if she cried, pleaded, begging me to stop. Then added that she often fantasised about this moment even while being fucked.

I kissed Jane passionately on the lips, forcing my tongue into her mouth, which she eagerly welcomed.  My fingers entered her throbbing pussy as my thumb found her clitoris and made her love juice squirt onto my hand. She orgasmed within seconds, told me I was beautiful, and pleaded with me to cane her hands as if she was a schoolgirl as she had waited so long.

In my most commanding voice, I ordered her to stand in the centre of the room with her left hand held out, palm up as I was going to cane her.

God, I thought as Jane stood there waiting to feel the sting of the cane, how I have missed her. My mind wandered back ten years when Jane had stood on the stage while Miss Artur gave Jane her first-ever caning in front of her mummy and teammates. I remembered my gorgeous Jane crying with tears pouring down her cheeks as she shook with fear, begging her mum to help as the stinging overwhelmed her.

Her mum had sobbed while remembering how painful her schoolgirl thrashings had been. Then, one evening when I was around Jane's, her mum had told me witnessing her only daughter's palms caned reignited her worse experiences. She said she had felt the cane on her palms a few times at school when punished by her headmistress for real or imaginary transgressions. She could still recall the stinging she had suffered but added that was the most severe punishment she had ever seen.

I laid the cane across Jane's left palm as her hand shook with the anticipation of the thrashing to come. As I lashed the stick onto Jane's lovely hands, my love juice's soaked my pants as this scenario was as near perfect as I could imagine. Jane's cries and sobs synchronised with the crack as I wielded the cane across her tender palms.

Both hands received the same punishment and had three angry wheals, which undoubtedly was causing Jane a great deal of pain. She took her punishment stoically as the love juice squirted from my pussy as I couldn't contain myself any longer.

Again my memory travelled back in time. I realised Jane accepted my stinging strokes much better than when Miss Artur had caned her at school. My juices kept flowing. God knows how many times I came and realised just how much I loved this girl. Jane looked even lovelier than the seventeen-year-old I remembered and the girl I had seen on her wedding day. I was determined to make this an experience she would never forget or ever want to.

I kissed Jane passionately on her lips while our tounges entwined as she thrust her caned palms inside my knickers and her fingers eagerly entered my pussy. The sensation was more than I could handle. We flopped onto the bed, tearing our clothes off as we screamed our desire to be fucked.

I was begging Jane to eat me as we performed our favourite sixty-nine position. She remembered my clitoris protrudes like a desirable penis crying out for sucking.  My gorgeous Jane was tenderly biting me while her lips massaged my pussy. So it was no surprise when I exploded and screamed with ecstasy as my love juices squirted all over her beautiful face. At the same time, my probing tongue was inside her pussy, sucking her clitoris, and had bought Jane to a memorable climax. 

All I could hear was my desirable friend shouting out for me to fuck her, as she screamed when she climaxed with a shuddering orgasm.

I swallowed her love juice enthusiastically while thinking this must be the best feeling in the world. As we slumped down on the bed entwined in each other's arms but satisfyingly exhausted, there was a knock on the door. Jane put on a robe, looked through the spy hole, and laughed as she opened it.

I wasn't surprised that Jane didn't appear flustered seeing David standing there smiling. I later discovered they had arranged it and for that, I will be forever thankful.

He asked Jane if he was disturbing us and she told him we had just finished. She showed David her caned palms and it was apparent by his reaction that he was well aware of our fetish. Jane had told him we had been an item until she moved up north and what we enjoyed. So David was well knowledgeable of our love for each other but pleased when I had told Jane I fancied him since I was fourteen. She told David to go in and when I saw him, I couldn't contain my excitement.

I very nearly passed out seeing him standing there with his arms out wide, motioning me forward. The attraction was even more incredible than I had ever imagined it would be as I walked over to him naked. We fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately as our tongues locked together. Jane threw me a robe, told me to go and get fucked before I burst.

She shouted out she would see me later if I could tear myself away. We hurried to David's room and it seemed only a matter of seconds before I was being fucked by as large a cock as I had ever seen. My back arched, head tossed back in sheer ecstasy as I cried tears of joy.

I had fantasised about this moment so often I couldn't believe it was now happening. We had released all our subdued desires as we violently exploded together. I told David I loved sex with his sister but this was something else altogether. I said I felt no guilt about what just happened, just the opposite as all my dreams had come true.

I told him I was smitten the day Jane introduced us the day of my first caning. I told him when we held hands while he looked at my stripes, telling me how brave I was I had fallen in love. I may have only been young but I had feelings in my pussy I had never felt before.

I told him I must go and get ready for the reunion soon but we have an hour available for him to fuck my brains out as we could talk later. The next hour was the happiest of my life. I gave him the best blow job I could. My lips were massaging his shaft as I was moving in time with his blissful groans. My tongue was teasing his helmet and it came as no surprise when he shouted he was coming as his spunk shot into my mouth. I had never swallowed before but eagerly gulped his juices, enjoying the taste as David was crying with ecstasy.

He kissed me passionately as he told me he would eat me until I could take no more. True to his word, his tongue worked overtime inside my pussy, making me scream with delight. When his teeth gently chewed my protruding clitoris, my joy was complete. I had multiple orgasms as my love juices flooded his mouth as I squirted again and again.

We collapsed in each other's arms, spent but satisfied and I realised this was everything I had ever desired. The hour had flown by and I had to go and get myself ready for the reunion. We hugged and kissed passionately, both agreeing we would make tonight special as if we could better what had just taken place.

When I got back to my room, Jane had left me a note. Telling me Miss Artur and Miriam Taylor were in the bar enjoying a pre-do drink. They had invited us to join them and I said I was on my way. I told them you would be joining us as soon as you dressed. I quickly showered, changed, and rushed to join them at the bar. My mind crammed with the thoughts of what David had just done to me and all I wanted was for him to fuck me again.

I realised I had to get into the reunion mode and do my best to concentrate on socialising. It was great seeing Miss Artur and Miriam again. Their looks may have changed but they were the same people I knew and respected ten years before. After exchanging hugs and kisses, it was time to join the gathering.

It was terrific seeing all the girls again and Miss Artur gave an impressive address saying how impressed she was with us. She added that we all seemed happy with promising careers and most of us appeared settled in steady relationships.

I was by now so horny I had to get back to David as my pussy was leaking with the desire to be fucked. I exchanged telephone numbers with the girls and agreed we must meet again soon. As far as we know, Sarah had been the only girl caned on her bum during our time at school. She had become the exception that proved the rule because her hands scolded the night before couldn't receive a caning.

Sarah took me to one side during the evening, telling me her husband canes her arse as being punished at school had resulted in her fetish for punishment. She said she must be the only girl who relishes a caning but added I wouldn't believe the sex they had afterwards.

I whispered I would and did know the feelings she experiences. Sarah looked so beautiful and wonderfully innocent. I kissed her on the lips, told her we would talk more and must meet up exchanging phone numbers. She readily agreed and as I hurried away to be fucked by David, I realised I wanted Sarah. I thought that I must be a complete sex-mad whore but wouldn't change a thing.

I entered David's room and he was standing there naked with his beautiful penis standing to attention. All thoughts I had of Sarah vanished as I took David in my mouth. My lips stroked his shaft as my head bobbed up and down. My head moved faster and it wasn't long before David exploded in my mouth. His cum hit the back of my throat like a bullet and I gladly swallowed his juice. I could hear David screaming how much he loved me and it sounded so good.

We embraced as we fell onto the bed, me begging David to eat my pussy. He pulled off my knickers, nibbled my eager clitoris until I squirted like a fountain. I told him I was a nymphomaniac who wanted him to fuck me until I could cum no more. His penis didn't fail as it eagerly penetrated my soaking pussy, making me scream with joy while he massaged my responsive nipples with his fingers. As his cock vigorously slid deeper and deeper into my pussy I tossed and bucked like never before.

I knew this was what I wanted more than life itself. We exploded together, crying with ecstasy, knowing we wanted this to be forever. As we lay back on the bed entwined in each other's arms. 

David said he would like to hear my story now as he thinks he loves me. I related my first caning at sixteen, my relationship with Mike and what he does to me. I told him all the punishments I had suffered and the resulting consequences. I even mentioned the joy of caning and ravishing his sister earlier that day.

He told me he loved me and wanted us to be together and would do anything to make it happen. Unfortunately, it ended much too quickly as David had to drive back to Scotland. We embraced as tears were welling in our eyes. We promised each other this was just the beginning as we knew we wanted to be together whatever it took.

My mind was in overdrive as David and Jane dropped me off at my mum's. I gave him her number as he would ring me when he arrived home. My mum came to the door and waved to them as they drove away. I could see Marion standing behind Susan. Although I was already missing David, my pussy was moist, knowing what we would shortly enjoy. Mum asked if I had a good time. With a massive smile on my face, I replied, not bad and added I have a few stories she might enjoy later.