As the cane whistled through the air, only stopping when striking my innocent palm with a crack, I yelped at the pain emanating from my hand. I had promised myself I would take my punishment stoically and not cry or make a fuss but never realised that the pain would be this demanding. 

Despite my best effort to be brave, tears were running down my cheeks and flowing freely as the cane strokes landed, causing excruciate stinging to my palms. 

My name is Carol Davies, eighteen years old and in my ultimate year at school. I am an athletic built five foot seven with blue eyes and long fashionable blonde hair. Friends tell me I have a beautiful angelic face with a figure that makes me attractive to both sexes. 

I will complete my schooling in a couple of months and hopefully, my grades permitting, I will commence studying for a law degree at Warwick Uni in September.

I am seeing David, who is Twenty two and has been my boyfriend, for the past three months. He is my first genuine fellow, as I have always seemed to have too much happening to form a permanent bond. We have an excellent relationship and I think the world of him as he does me. 

Although we indulged in heavy petting, which I relish, David has never attempted to pressurise me into full sex. He always tells me he wants nothing more than to feel his cock inside me but respects my decision to wait before committing. I have, with great reluctance, resisted being fucked up to now, but we both knew that he would be inside my pussy sooner rather than later as there isn't much we don't do to each other apart from full intercourse. 

The school never had any reason to punish me before that fateful day when I let my temper get the better of me. Most people accepted I was one of the teachers favourites as ever since I had attended the school, I had never been in any trouble severe enough to warrant a punishment. I was usually a well-behaved student, acting amicably to my peers and the staff. 

I had been a prefect for two years, well-liked and far as I knew, respected by teachers and friends alike. I was considered academically gifted and excelled at most sports representing the county at hockey since the second year.

Although I never dreamed I would receive a caning with my exemplary record, I must admit I justly deserved the punishment that transpired. 

I had lost my temper big time with Miss Jones, my sociology teacher, after debating the role of females in society. I thrust my face into hers while wildly waving my arms about as I shouted she was a stupid fucking cow. The minute I ranted, I knew I had gone too far and regretted my outburst. 

As she escorted me down to the head's office, she told me she had always liked and respected me. She said she could not believe what I had shouted at her in front of the other pupils and felt let down as well as belittled by my behaviour. She added that how I had acted would be unacceptable from an ignoramus, let alone an intelligent eighteen-year-old woman. She said I had left her with no option but to report my behaviour to the headmistress. Miss Jones added that she was afraid if I didn't control my temper, I would find myself in serious trouble in the future. She told me that, hopefully, I would learn from this experience and ensure it never occurred again.

Although I dreaded the repercussions, I could not dispute what she had told me was the truth and made sense. She told me to wait outside the study while she explained to the head why she had felt it necessary to bring me to her attention. I was aware that there could not have been many eighteen-year-old girls standing outside the headmistress office trembling with tears prickling their eyes while waiting to learn their punishment. 

After what seemed like an age, I was summoned into the office to discover my fate. The headmistress gave me the severest rollicking imaginable and finished saying I should apologise to Miss Jones, which I did with genuine sincerity. She told me that if my record had not been exemplary, only having two months remaining of my schooling would not have saved me from being expelled. 

She went on to say that I had let the school and myself down with my unacceptable behaviour. She added that she was so disappointed in me that caning was the only appropriate punishment for my actions. She said the thrashing would remind me to control it or experience painful repercussions before losing my temper again. I said I was genuinely sorry and although dreading being caned, I can't deny it is nothing less than I deserve.

As I stood with my arm out straight, palm flat, waiting for the cane to strike my hand, my stomach was doing somersaults. Although my hand was shaking and tears gathered in my eyes, I could not help but notice the compassionate way Miss Jones was looking at me despite how I had behaved towards her. 

As the cane slashed down, striking my palm for the first stroke, a gasp of surprise escaped from my mouth as the tears cascaded down my cheeks. The stinging was so much greater than I had imagined and my face contorted with the pain. I could see the welt on my lily-white palm turning red as the second stroke bought a scream from my lips and more tears from my eyes as the pain intensified. 

Miss Morgan, the headmistress, then asked me to hold out my other hand and I could not believe I was to receive two further strokes. The pain was excruciating. I felt embarrassed and ashamed as I cried for the punishment to stop while sobbing my heart out. I was crying and telling them I was so sorry as the cane lashed my palm. The head was right; it was the punishment I deserved and would remember as long as I lived. 

As I left the study with Miss Jones, she told me to go to the toilet, tidy myself up and hold my stinging palms under the cold tap. When they had caned her palms at school, she added the cold water helped relieve the stinging as she knew by her own experience the pain I would be feeling. She hugged me and said that although I had deserved my caning, she still sympathised with me as she had always respected me until my outburst. 

As I ran my striped palms under the cold water, I was surprised to feel my pussy throbbing, thinking about my punishment and Miss Jones getting the stick. I liked her a lot and she did seem genuinely sorry for me when witnessing my caning, confirmed by the hug she gave me afterwards.

I returned to class after tidying myself up and was thankful that there were only three other girls who were taking the sociology "A" level exam. When I showed them my hands, they hugged and kissed me, saying they had never seen palms so punished before. My friend Debbie told me they all thought I was in big trouble after my outburst. On reflection, she said she was sure I would learn to accept my caning as the sack would have had far worse repercussions. 

The bell sounded for the end of school and as we departed, Miss Jones asked me if I would mind staying behind for a few minutes as she would like a word. She talked about my punishment, controlling my temper and how she had benefitted in the long term from the canings she had received at school. 

Miss Jones was only a few years older than me and I was surprised but not disappointed that I felt attracted to her. I often thought if I ever had a sensual girlfriend, she would be the person I wanted. 

When Wendy, that's Miss Jones, asked me if we could see each other once I had completed my education and left school, I jumped at the chance. I told her I would like that and look forward to it despite my atrocious behaviour earlier. I added that hopefully, it would be the start of a genuine friendship despite my inappropriate outburst in class. I had always liked and respected her as a person and teacher, finding her someone with whom I could confide. 

She hugged me, then tenderly held my caned hands in hers as we briefly brushed lips. Although my hands were still tingling, I felt pleased that the woman who had just seen me caned would be my friend and there wasn't any animosity between us.

Mum was staying with my aunt all weekend and David was coming to mine. My arousal by the day's events was so intense that I just knew tonight I would want David's cock inside me. 

As I opened the door, I saw mummy in the kitchen preparing tea. I went into the kitchen and kissed mummy on the cheek. She said I should make the most of being waited on as she was away at aunty Clare's for the weekend. I waved my caned palms under her nose and mummy gasped at what she saw. " Carol, oh my love, whatever has happened to your hands," cried mum. I told her the story of my punishment and why the canning had taken place. 

 The tears welled up in my eyes and mummies. She hugged me, saying how much she loved me but I had deserved the caning from what I had told her. I said I had apologised to Wendy, Miss Jones and despite my unacceptable behaviour, we agreed to remain friendly. Mummy told me she was pleased that there were no ill feelings between us. 

She then spent the next half hour telling me about her school punishments and her severe caning by the headmistress for smoking with her friend Cathy in her final year. Mummy also told me she had never seen palms so marked as mine and could only imagine how I felt.

I had never envisaged mummy receiving the cane at school in my wildest dreams as it was the first time she had mentioned it to me. I felt my pussy start throbbing once again at the thought of my mum getting her palm's thrashed as she had described her punishment to me earlier. 

Caning was a subject I had never considered sexual before but I didn't find it unpleasant to realise I was captivated by my thoughts on the topic. Even my punishment excited me now that my stinging palms were at a bearable level. 

When mummy kissed me goodbye, she said she was sure David would make me feel better but take care as she remembered the repercussions after being consoled by my father. I had to smile to myself as I wondered if her caning had coincided with the night I was conceived. 

Mummy was just eighteen when I was born and I am sure if Daddy had been alive, he would have had a story to tell. Being on the pill since I was fifteen to rectify my periods, I must add, pregnancy was not one of my concerns. 

As I went upstairs to shower and change before David arrived, I couldn't get the image of the cane whacking my mummy's palm out of my mind. I stood under the shower letting the hot water engulf me as I found my fingers entering my tingling hole and my thumb massaging my protruding clitoris. 

I had never experienced anything like what was happening to me before. I was crying, shouting and exploded more than even David's tongue had induced. I was captivated by the image of the cane striking Susan's my mothers hands. I finished my shower and once I had calmed down, I dressed, preparing for David to change my life forever. 

I guessed my caning would fascinate him but decided not to tell him about my obsession with Wendy or my mum when the head had caned them at school. 

As I opened the door, David was standing there with a grin on his face. He couldn't wait to get through the door and put his arms around me. He pulled me to him and thrust his tongue into my welcoming mouth, making my pussy throb once again. He told me he had met Debbie's mum on the way round to mine and she said Debbie had told her you would have some surprising news for me. She wouldn't go into details as she was sure you would like to tell me yourself. 

I kissed David passionately, smiled and said I would reveal all if he promised to fuck me for the rest of the weekend. I asked David to take off his trousers and sit opposite me as I wanted to see his reaction to my story. He reluctantly agreed as he said he had a problem keeping his hands off me, especially after what I had just told him. 

I recited the entire story apart from the fantasising and attraction I felt for Wendy or imagining seeing my mummy punished. 

David's penis stood to attention, rock hard, and cum leaked from his helmet down his shaft. I got up from my seat and waved my striped palms in front of him while kissing him passionately. Then I put my caned hands around his hard cock, making him shout out that he loved me, then he exploded, shooting cum all over my face. He cried that he was so sorry but I had turned him on so much he couldn't control himself. 

I kissed him while putting my tongue down his throat before telling him not to worry as soon as he had recovered his libido; I wanted his penis inside my pussy while he fucked me as hard as he could. His recovery was impressively swift, helped by my tongue playing with his cock. 

His fingers were soon inside my eager hole while his thumb massaged my protruding clitoris. I felt slightly faint as the moment arrived when David's cock slipped easily inside my welcoming vagina. 

He started slowly building speed as I arched my back while tossing my head and crying out with pleasure. We orgasmed together, shouting our love for each other and I knew my life was about to change forever. We explored, fucked and cried tears of joy for what seemed like hours before we lay back in each other's arms, exhausted but deliriously happy and fell asleep. 

When morning arrived, I went downstairs to make us a cup of coffee. My pussy was still throbbing after the previous night's exertions, and I couldn't wait to be fucked again. Then suddenly, I was hugged from behind by two powerful arms while being smothered by kisses. 

My nipples were rock hard as David's fingers massaged them. I told him to fuck me now, sat on the table, and put my legs on his shoulders. The sex was fantastic as my love juices quickly flowed and my hole gladly engulfed his penis. David thrust his cock inside me with considerable vigour and I had never felt so alive. I exploded as David's cum shot into my pussy like a bullet from a gun. 

I couldn't have ever imagined life being this good as I screamed with delight. As we sat at the table drinking our coffee, holding hands, we were exhausted but thoroughly satisfied. We knew this was more than just lust, as it was real love we had both enjoyed. 

David said, "Who would have thought it would be your caning at school that would result in utopia and sex beyond anything he had ever imagined." 

I pulled him by the hand back to bed, reminding him as we climbed the stairs that we had two more days to enjoy fucking each other and things to explore. I added that now corporal punishment excites him so much I will let him into more secrets but he must promise to spank my bum and perform with distinction afterwards. 

I barely had time to put David's cock into my mouth before he shot his load. "God," I exclaimed while I was swallowing his cum. "We will have to buy a cane if it makes you this excited."

Carol thought to herself it was only two days ago that she had never been punished at school or felt a cock inside her pussy. How times had changed definitely for the better.