My name is Debbie Smart. I divorced Mike three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, before becoming my spouse. We had a sexually fulfilling marriage, dominated by my obsession with the cane and Mike's love of fucking my arse.

We gradually drifted apart until Mike found true love, so he told me with his nineteen-year-old trainee!!

I am a thirty-five-year-old blue-eyed blond, a bisexual sex-mad nymphomaniac with a rampant corporal punishment fetish that I like to enjoy as often as possible.

My friends tell me I am a beautiful-looking woman and am lucky enough to have the looks and personality that have never left me short of friends or lovers.

After leaving Warwick University with a first-class law degree, I have a rewarding job as a partner in a law practice. My colleagues at work respect me as a person and have no idea of my promiscuous lifestyle.

I can't even imagine what they would think if they knew that Debbie, their so respectable director loved screaming while her bum was caned by a man or woman and then crying tears of joy while having her pussy eaten or being fucked up the arse.

I keep my private life discreet although friendly with the staff, I ensure that I have no meaningful relationships at work, male or female. I avoid getting too close to people and rarely mix socially with colleagues apart from lunch or the odd outing after work.

Little did I realise my world was about to change for the better when we recruited the talented Daisy Adams from the C.P.S. I had often locked horns with Daisy in court, admiring her style and the natural way she played a jury. When one of the partners was due to retire, I recommended we approach Daisy and the board gave me their blessing to speak on their behalf.

They had often heard me sing her praises and two of the board members had been impressed when seeing her in action. If I am honest, it wasn't just Daisy's obvious talent that had attracted me, as I found her one of the most sexually attractive women I had ever encountered.

She is a year younger than me and has gorgeous chocolate coloured skin, dark smouldering eyes, a beautiful face, and a figure most women envy.

I have often laid in bed fantasising about caning daisy's beautiful palms before having rampant sex with her. While masturbating, I imagine it's Daisy's caned hands rubbing my clitoris as I make myself explode. I dream of those voluptuous lips sucking my pussy while she nibbles my clitoris. "God", how I pray one day Daisy will want to fuck me as much as I do her.

We had become close acquaintances and often sat together at lunch away from our legal teams discussing all sorts. We had become extremely comfortable in each other's company and Daisy seemed to enjoy mine as much as I do hers.

She explained that her father was English and served in Barbados as the senior attaché to the Foreign Office for many years. He had fallen in love with and married her mother, a lovely young beautiful Barbadon with a personality to match.

Daisy showed me a photograph of her mother and sister that she carries in her purse. I think Daisy is stunning but "God," I thought these women looked out of this world.

She told me she had two siblings, one an elder brother who is married and lives in the States. Then Daisy added her younger sister Monique whose photograph I had just seen and is the Great Britain gymnastics team manager.

She said that she had moved to England when she was seventeen with her family. The plan was always to attend an English University and gain her law degree. Even if her father hadn't returned to the U.K., she would have on her own to continue her education.

With her qualifications and background, she had no problem gaining entry to Oxford University. Her principal tutor recommended her to the C.P.S. who had unhesitantly employed her when she left  Oxford with a first-class Honours degree in law.

I rang Daisy and arranged to meet Friday evening after work at the King's Head in Covent Garden for a drink and to discuss the proposition that my firm had for her. She thanked me for recommending her and said she was interested as the opportunity to be a partner in a highly respected law firm was very appealing.

She added she felt the time to move on was now and this provided a tempting opportunity to fulfil her ambition to practise in the private sector. Daisy also added that the salary offer was enticing but not a significant priority compared to job satisfaction.

I said I would arrange a time and date for the interview, ring her but added it should be a mear formality if she accepts our offer as we all wanted her.

I asked if she had any plans for the evening as I was free all night. Daisy told me she had been very much single for three months since splitting with her long-term boyfriend and said she was so enjoying my company she would be delighted to continue.

We found a reasonably quiet corner table and the wine was freely flowing. I explained to Daisy about my ex and that I was divorced. I added details of my career to date, my time at Uni and briefly my time at school. We were very chatty by now, not drunk but undoubtedly happy. Much to my delight, Daisy started to tell me about her schooling in the Windies.

The school she had attended was the most prestigious on the island and well regarded by British Universities. Apart from a few scholarship pupils, it was a substantial fee-paying school.

All the girls were required to pass a written entrance exam and a stiff interview before being enrolled. She told me her mother was a former head girl and her father a school governor but had satisfied all the entry requirements under her own steam.

She said she had gained three top-grade "A" levels while her sister Monique who enrolled the year after her, went one better, passing the top grade with four.

I said she was a very talented schoolgirl who had, no doubt, been the perfect pupil. I subtly led Daisy into my favourite subject by asking her how the staff had motivated and controlled the behaviour of pupils during her schooling.

She told me all parents were required to sign up to a learning contract that, among other things, included the use of corporal punishment. It consisted of a strapping from the teachers to the ultimate deterrent of a headmistress caning.

I became wet and my pussy was leaking as I had often imagined the gorgeous Daisy receiving a caning when playing with myself in bed at night.

I told Daisy I bet they had never found cause to punish her with the strap or cane. She held out her palms and told me she couldn't remember how often they were strapped in class as this was the accepted punishment for behavioural or performance failings. She held my hand as she told me the strap severely stung but although still a deterrent, not many girls screamed or cried after their first encounter with the belt.

She added to her knowledge there wasn't a girl in the school who had escaped the strap on more than one occasion and even the so-called goody two shoes had often felt their palms stinging. Daisy added that she had to admit the end justified the means as, academically and with their sporting prowess, the school's record was the finest in Barbados. If ever they needed an argument for corporal punishment, her school provided one.

I felt so horny Daisy's hand in mine listening to her story that I was close to filling my knickers with love juice. I wanted Daisy so much my throbbing pussy was about to explode as I stroked her tender palm.

Daisy then told me a headmistress caning was the ultimate deterrent and rarely used. She added the Headmistress administered the cane when other schools would probably have expelled the troublesome culprit. Daisy said to her knowledge the Head had never caned any of her class and only knew of the one girl punished for bullying.

She told me the Headmistress was a fearsome woman and her mother once told her that she caned a girl on her bare bum but I thought this was more schoolgirl rumour than fact. Daisy said she had never imagined receiving a caning from Ms James, the Headmistress, in her wildest nightmares. Until that fateful day when summoned to the office with her sister Monique and her sister's best friend Cully Barnaby.

The bell sounded for final orders before Daisy had told me the tale. Daisy looked me in the eyes while squeezing my hand, asking if I would like to come back to her place as tomorrow was a Saturday and we didn't have work.

The atmosphere between us was intoxicating and Daisy was someone I desired. I told her I would love to hear the rest of her story and so enjoyed her company it would be a pleasure to go home with her. I couldn't dare imagine but I was sure that Daisy Adam's felt the same about me as I did her.

We left the pub holding hands and I felt so horny I couldn't help but kiss her. She returned my kiss, hugging me while whispering to excuse her language but she wanted to fuck me so severely her pussy felt alive waiting for my tongue. The wine had done away with all modesty and sex was the only thought on our minds.

I don't know what the taxi driver thought but he looked to be enjoying having two gorgeous women ravishing each other on his back seat. I paid the driver, who winked at me, saying he loved the drive and was sure I had to. I told him to keep the change and I'm sure he never got tired of telling his mates what happened in the back of his cab that night.

Daisy lived in a lovely detached bungalow next to a vast expanse of parkland. As we entered her bungalow, she slammed the door shut, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. The minute we entered, we were undressing each other before we collapsed on the bed, tongues entwined with our bodies moulded together.

She had a figure more perfect than any I had ever seen before. Her nipples stood to attention, just begging to feel my lips. I didn't disappoint them kissing and sucking until she screamed she loved me while biting my swollen nipples so exotically.

The sex was out of this world as we thrust our fingers into each other pussy until we exploded together. We then ate each other and in between sucking my protruding clitoris, Daisy told me she had dreamed of this moment since we had first met.

We swallowed each other love juices and I could not believe how much I desired this girl. I replied I had dreamed of fucking her and now I was fulfilling my wildest fantasy.

As we lay back in each other's arms, satisfied but exhausted, I told her I would love to hear the rest of the story of her audience with the Headmistress. Daisy looked longingly at me and asked if I had felt the cane at school. I replied I had at school and regularly during my marriage. I added that I  frequently felt the cane during my relationships with both men and especially women.

She smiled and said while she had fancied me sexually from the first moment we met, she could not believe we shared the same fixation with corporal punishment.

Daisy said she would tell me the story of the headmistress caning and when finished, she had lots to show me, which she was sure I would love.

Daisy had been the senior prefect on playground duty and heard screams and yelling coming from a crowd of girls in the middle of the playground. She said that when she rushed to the incident, she was surprised to see Monique and her sister's best friend Cully going hammer and tongs with each other.

Daisy explained to me while stepping in to separate the girls; Cully accidentally caught her with a wayward punch. She said she lost control and slapped Cully around the face as hard as possible, knocking her over.

Unfortunately, she told me the duty teacher had arrived just at that moment to witness her striking Cully's face so hard that she had fallen flat on her back. She marched the three of us to the Head's office while we contemplated our fate.

She told us to stand against the wall with our arms by our sides without speaking to each other while she informed  Ms James why we were there. Cully, I must add, was a beautifully striking blue-eyed blond who I knew and liked a lot. She was like a second sister to Monique and I could only wonder what caused the fight in the first place.

You will appreciate that, even though I guessed what was waiting for me, the opportunity to witness Cully's caning was turning me on so much that my pussy was throbbing with anticipation. I knew from my sister that Cully was the least punished pupil in her class and she still cried when strapped, which, fortunately for her, was a rare occurrence.

Ms James told me to stand by the wall while admonishing Monique and Cully for acting worse than first-year students. She said fighting was dangerous, stupid and if they had been pupils at her previous school would have been expelled.

They were both to receive six strokes of the cane, three on each of their hands and told them this would be a lesson well learnt. Cully had tears in her eyes as she saw her best friend Monique standing in front of the Headmistress with her palm face-up, waiting to feel the sting of the cane on her hands.

I felt so sorry for my little sister as the cane whistled through the air before striking Monique's tender palms with an almighty crack. She took her punishment stoically and although tears flowed down her cheeks apart from her sobs, she made little sound.

When Ms James had finished the caning of Monique's hands, she told her to stand next to me while she punished the distraught Cully. I was so proud of my little sister and hoped I would be as brave when I received my caning.

As you can imagine, poor Cully was petrified as Ms James ordered her to hold out her hand and she was in tears before the caning had even begun. Her hand was shaking as she held up her arm with her delicate palm awaiting the first stroke it was about to receive. Distraught and screaming as each stinging strike landed on her tender palms with an almighty crack. Cully was begging Ms James for mercy as the tears cascaded down her beautiful face. She took persuasion and threats before Ms James convinced Cully to hold out her other hand for the final three strokes.

Cully was screaming, crying out for her mummy and her beautiful face contorted by pain. Somehow, she managed to take all three strokes, although in apparent agony. Cully was no longer the mature beauty that entered the study but a little girl overcame with grief while her hands were stinging unbearably. She fell into Monique's arms and to her credit, Ms James let Monique comfort her sobbing friend.

Daisy told me that she then marched in front of Ms James as bravely as she could and raised her right hand without being asked in readiness for the caning she knew was coming. Ms James told Daisy to put her arm down and told her the action she had committed when striking Cully's face was not only irresponsible but regarded as bullying.

She added Daisy was so near to being the first pupil sacked since she had been in charge that she felt no option but to make an example of her by severely caning her backside.

Daisy said she was struck dumb and could only nod in agreement. Ms James told her to remove her knickers, lift her skirt and bend over the desk with her bottom out while keeping her legs straight. She then produced a longer cane to punish Daisy's backside than the one used on the girl's hands.

Daisy told me she tensed her cheeks but the agony as the cane bit into her flesh was excruciating. She cried with the pain but took the punishment bravely without screaming as her sister had before her. She said the strokes were like red hot pokers burning her tender skin as the cane struck her bum and her legs turned to jelly.

Daisy asked me if I had felt the rod on my bum at school. I told her not at school but many times at home and I knew the severity of the pain inflicted by a caning on a naked behind.

Daisy said Ms James told her she had taken the punishment bravely and she was sure all three of us would never feel her cane again. We were dismissed and made straight for the toilets to run cold water on the palms of Monique and Cully.

The girls looked at my damaged backside and told me that they thought Ms James caned me so hard that she was trying to cut me in half. I had six angry-looking ridges decorating my bum and my sister kissed each one gently with loving care. After Cully had gone some way to compose herself, she told me she had some cold cream in her bag and would use it to massage my poor bottom, cooling it down.

I'm sure you guessed, when Cully rubbed my bottom with her newly punished palms, I felt it was nearly worth being caned and I did well not to explode from my throbbing pussy. Her caned hands were so gentle on my stinging bum tears of joy glistened in my eyes.

I told Daisy I had masturbated and exploded many times fantasising about seeing her palms receiving the stick. In my wildest dreams, I confessed I had never imagined the Headmistress punishing her delectable backside.

She smiled and went to her wardrobe, opening the door producing two of my favourite dildo rabbits. I was delighted by these but overjoyed with what Daisy presented next.

She had two wicked-looking school canes in her hand and an authentic tawse. She told me the smaller would be stinging our palms along with the tawse but the larger of the canes would thrash our backsides before we fucked until we were on empty.

I stayed with Daisy the whole weekend while we fucked and punished each other to our heart's content. My palms, bum and especially my pussy felt a little sore but I didn't regret a minute with that beautiful girl.

We both agreed we had found what we had searched for all our lives but our work colleagues must never know about the sexual relationship we so enjoyed.

Daisy was welcomed into the practice with open arms and was a popular and well-respected addition. Our friendship went from strength to strength and although we kept our own homes, we spent any spare time together.

We managed to conceal our love for each other while at work with great difficulty but never the less successfully. We both agreed the need to fuck each other made acting professionally easier said than done. I have to say punishing Daisy Adams and fucking her afterwards is a dream come true.

I'm sure Daisy and I will have a relationship that readers would enjoy reading about and I will love exploring.