My long blonde hair tossed from side to side as my head swayed in perfect harmony with David's cock as it was fucking my pussy vigorously. My clitoris protruded like a small penis, as it always does when being sexually aroused.

While my love juices sprayed in torrents soaking David, I was experiencing the delights of rediscovering the pleasures of multiple orgasms. My pussy was steaming as my back arched as I met his powerful thrusts. I welcomed David's rock-hard cock as it penetrated deeply into my throbbing hole while I couldn't help but scream and cry tears of bliss. I had never felt so alive as David's cock was fucking me as intensely as this.

We had known each other for about six months, but unfortunately, it had never resulted in a date despite our strong feelings. Many circumstances hampered our chances of forming a relationship and the most important ones had now disappeared. I discovered what I had been missing as my vibrant pussy throbbed and my whole body shook as we orgasmed together with David's sperm exploding inside me.

My name is Wendy Fleet nee Davies age thirty-four. I am five foot seven, a figure to die for, so they tell me, with long strawberry blond hair and an angelic face. I have a massive corporal punishment fetish, am pleased to be bisexual and if I'm not a nymphomaniac, my enjoyment of sex knows no bounds.

Folks often tell me I look years younger than my age and I have been fortunate that people find me attractive enough that I have had no problem experiencing relationships with both sexes. I am happily divorced, without children and enjoying the freedom of being single.

Two years ago, I discovered a new life after being with my childhood sweetheart and husband Roger since I was seventeen. He was the only man I had ever fucked, although I enjoyed sex with many women, including his mummy and sister, a friend of mine from school. He was never aware of my sexuality or our relationship and that I enjoyed my sex with them long after our libido had waned.

I manage a large, established firm of solicitors in Essex, where I am well respected and careful never to reveal too many details concerning my personal life. My colleagues have no idea that I like nothing better than being caned, just as I was punished during my schooldays before getting fucked by either sex.

I'm sure my colleagues would be shocked and find it difficult to believe my behaviour. I can't imagine anyone at work imagining their demure, unpretentious manager Wendy participating, let alone relishing activities such as this.

I had deliberately avoided relationships with both sexes at the office until David came along. He came to work for us about six months ago and we shared an attraction from the start. It was unusual for me to be immediately captivated, but I often flirted with David subtly.

We enjoyed a mutual interest that I hoped would develop further. I don't mind admitting that David was constantly in my thoughts when masturbating my pussy with my favoured sex accessory, the rabbit, as it massaged my clitoris until I orgasmed.

When I went out for drinks after work one evening, David took me to one side to tell me his relationship had ended after being with his fiancé Rebecca for three years. He felt relieved at being single again and smiled at me as he said he wouldn't mind meeting a friendly girl if the opportunity presented itself. I told him my last relationship had finished four months ago, although it was petering out long before it had ended.

David's news was the info I had longed for and I grasped the chance of us getting together with both hands. After much touching and flirting, he told me I was gorgeous and desired me the first time he had set eyes on me. We agreed to go to his new home and spend the night together. I was so horny and knew that there would be only one outcome, the one that I had dreamt and fantasised about happening.

The next day was a Saturday and we would spend the whole weekend discovering each other. It could not have worked out better as I often found David's cock exploring my mouth or, more significantly, inside me while fucking my pussy.

During a break from screwing, David told me I was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. I replied that people usually say this when having just enjoyed rampant sex with me, but I never tire of being complimented.

I looked into his eyes while stroking his cock and caressing his helmet. I added that I must like him as I didn't do work relationships, nor despite my age, had I ever been fucked on a first date before. I told him he doesn't look too bad for his age and knows how to make a girl feel satisfied.

We lay in each other's arms, holding hands while we related our life stories and I didn't keep much back about mine. He told me he enjoyed a close relationship with his only sibling Melissa and had a wonderful childhood with loving, supportive parents.

He told me he had shared many experiences with his sister and missed her when she moved away. He said Melissa always enjoyed telling him tales of her time at Harrow Grammar, the school she attended. David said despite Melissa being beautiful, well behaved, academically gifted and excelling at sports, she had found herself on the receiving end of many a caning from her teachers and headmistress.

She told him that she wasn't a schoolgirl terror as corporal punishment was the norm at the school and she didn't know of any girl who had escaped punishment.

Suddenly, the penny dropped. "Melissa Cook is your sister, one of my best friends at school", I excitedly blurted out. I then told him Melissa had often mentioned her brother to me and said I would love him if I met him. Little did I realise how her prophecy would come so incredibly true.

I'm sure he was aware that we shared a special relationship until I went to Uni and Melissa's job involved her relocating to Cornwall. We were extremely close, and I must add, we fell very much in love. Both of us had a compulsive corporal punishment fetish that, together, we thoroughly explored.

We soon realised we were bisexual and sex played a prominent part in our relationship. Although neither of us was against being fucked by a man, we enjoyed sex with each other so much that I never allowed Roger to fuck me very often, even after we were engaged, much to his dismay.

Unsurprisingly being caned and witnessing our lover's punishment was something we relished.

"So you are the celebrated Wendy, Melissa's best friend," David stated.

It was only circumstances we had never met as he left home to live with the girl he was courting before Melissa had commenced her final year. David also shared that he fondly remembered Melissa, often mentioning my name and it was apparent you shared a strong bond.

At the time, I was Wendy Davies and David had no reason to associate me with Wendy, Melissa's best friend from school. He was sorry we had never met when I was younger, as the stories Melissa described were exciting and often had his imagination running wild.

When Melissa told of our punishments and other activities in detail, he admitted he was not surprised at how his cock often reacted. The canings were new to him as corporal punishment was practically unknown at his school. He had never experienced or seen that type of punishment before.

We both had many a tale to tell, but we readily settled for a more pragmatic solution. I took David's cock in my mouth while rubbing his shaft with my lips and caressing his helmet with my tongue. His spunk hit the back of my throat as he exploded, and I eagerly swallowed the lot.

David exclaimed how much he loved me and said he had never realised one could be this satisfied. I looked into David's eyes and asked him, while his cock recovered enough to fuck me, I would love nothing better than he spanks my bum.

Being punished was never far from my thoughts, and this was the perfect opportunity to enjoy my fetish.

David smiled and told me he was well aware of our punishments at school and home with his sister and would be only too pleased to oblige. He said Melissa had given him all the details of our canings but was looking forward to hearing my version of our adventures.

He said Melissa had told him she witnessed your arse caning by Miss James, the headmistress.

Melissa told him about my mummy going to the school and asking the headmistress if she could find an alternative to the usual hand caning punishment that my behaviour deserved. Melissa said my mummy had explained to the headmistress we had discussed my punishment at home and we had a request.

She told Miss James that I had a county hockey match the next day and if she caned me on the backside, it would allow my hands to grip the hockey stick without pain. She added she was sure that punishing my bum would still teach me a valuable lesson and send a warning to the other pupils that smoking in school results in the severest of punishment.

The head said she had been twenty years as headmistress and had only caned one other backside. That was under similar circumstances because a fourth-year pupil had a piano recital the next day and needed her hands subtle to ensure she could play proficiently.

Although agreeing it was certainly unusual if we all agreed to the punishment, it was a sensible alternative in this circumstance.

Melissa said she had received six stingers on her palms as was the usual punishment when caught smoking, but although excruciatingly painful, seeing Wendy's bum caned had helped her take her punishment stoically.

Melissa told him that seeing me bent over the desk as Miss James caned my arse excited her so much her knickers became soaked and she quietly orgasmed as she watched the cane thrashing my backside.

On our way home, mum told us she was going out with her friend Jo and wouldn't be back until late. She said the house was all ours and we wouldn't be disturbed. She added that we would want to console each other if we felt anything like her after getting the cane and cold cream would help relieve my stinging backside.

My mum Carol had been punished by Miss James twenty years before us when she attended Harrow school and was correct in her assumption.

That night, we had the most amazing sex and she told me it was an experience she never wanted or would forget. David informed me he could do better than using his hand to punish my arse. Although he didn't have punishment canes, he could use one of the sticks he used for the garden.

He added that he had plenty of them and was sure he could find an appropriate cane to give me a suitable punishment. I said I would love that as it would evoke old memories but I also wanted my palms caned if I let him cane my bottom, as it was my favoured method of discipline.

He told me he loved me dearly but would love nothing more than to punish me before we fucked as he was well aware of my obsession with corporal punishment. I kissed him passionately with my tongue as far down his throat as it would go.

"David," I said, "I guarantee that you will experience sex as you have never before if you punish me adequately."

He returned with a long garden cane that looked suitable for my longing to experience the pain I loved.

"Right," he said, "Unfortunately, we haven't any schoolgirl attire available but I won't let that spoil my enjoyment of thrashing the perfect arse you've presented before me."

I bent over, touching my toes, telling him to thrash me hard and ignore my reaction. The strokes were perfection and I told him I wanted the whole six and to disregard my screaming and crying. The caning was just like the one I experienced at school.

As tears streamed from my eyes, my bum quivered from the stick striking my cheeks and I thought the pain would be worthwhile. The stinging was more endurable when followed by rampant sex and I knew that was what I was about to enjoy.

As David threw down the rod used to cane my arse, he wasted no time taking me from behind. As he massaged my responding nipples with his fingers, my back arched as my pussy thrust onto his cock with an intensity I had never experienced before. Then, as we exploded together, I knew this was what I had always craved. I hugged and kissed him as we promised our undying love.

As we talked, I described Melissa's and my canings at school. David's cock started to respond and I urged him to punish my hands before we began the next fucking session as he was nearly ready to perform. He said he was only too pleased to oblige and was thrilled to be caning such captivating palms.

David said he was never caned at school and had no idea that my punishments would excite him quite as much as they had, especially when he was the one to deliver the caning.

When Melissa described her thrashings to him, he admitted that his cock did react and it excited him when he thought of her punishments. He knew it was out of the question that he could take their relationship further. He respected that Melissa was his sibling and as much as he desired her touch, incest was not in the equation.

He told me he felt a bit perverted and had never told anyone before, even Melissa. Regardless of his conscience, he often played with himself imagining her punishments and other activities she had told him she indulged in.

I told him that seeing her caned and caning Melissa myself was something I loved. She told me she often imagined being caned by him while masturbating, although she recognised these thoughts weren't normal.

I told him the sex we had afterwards was orgasmic and he didn't know what he had missed. We both laughed and as David made a play for me, I told him six strokes on my hands and then we could enjoy as much sex as he wanted. I informed him that I wouldn't even mind if he imagined I was his sister while caning and fucking me. We both laughed and David called me a pervert. I said I couldn't argue with that and he should try it sometime.

He then told me he was looking forward to making sure my hands stung as he put stripes on my delicate palms. David added that would satisfy him until he could fuck me so hard I would cry tears of joy.

As I held my hand palm up, thoughts of my school thrashings entered my head. My love juice trickled down my leg from my pussy in anticipation of the punishment I was about to receive. David asked if I was ready and I nodded my head.

I was pleasantly surprised at his caning technique as the strokes struck my hand, causing the same stinging sensation I grew to love when the headmistress had wielded her cane. I threw back my head as tears trickled down my cheeks and took my punishment as stoically as I had when caned at school.

"God," I cried, "I missed this so much."

When David had delivered three equally severe strokes to my other palm, he said, " Shit, Wendy, I can't believe I feel so horny that I almost shot my load before even starting to fuck you."

I told him not to worry as I had cum twice while being caned but that wasn't unusual as punishment often results in me experiencing an orgasm.

The weekend was over much too soon and we embraced with our tongues entwined before reluctantly saying goodbye. We agreed to keep our relationship a secret from our colleagues and avoid physical contact while we were at work, however difficult that might be.

When I arrived home, thoughts and images of David were running rampant in my head. I could not believe how much I had enjoyed the caning and afterwards being fucked and it was no wonder I missed him so much. I felt like a loved-up teenager whose only thoughts were of being with her new boyfriend.

My telephone rang, interrupting my vision of the man I had fallen head over heels in love with and was desperate to see.

I answered the telephone and it was David telling me he had packed a bag and was on his way to my place as he had to be with me. I could think of nothing I wanted more than to see David and waited by the door, eager for his arrival.

He parked the car and ran up the path into my arms, embracing, kissing and touching. He told me he couldn't live without me and didn't care who knew he loved me. I said I felt the same as I took him by the hand while leading him upstairs to my bed.

We ripped off each other's clothes and I took his cock in my mouth while David's fingers massaged my protruding clitoris until I was squirting my love juice like a fountain. My head rapidly rose and fell with my lips caressing his shaft while my tongue played with his helmet. When David exploded, his spunk hit my throat like a bullet and we both cried with delight.

I told him I loved him so much and he promised that I would never be hurt apart from when he was caning me.

I went to work in the morning and told H.R. I needed to take two weeks' holiday as my mother was sick and she needed me to be with her.

In the meantime, David informed work he had shingles and they said how sorry they were and wished him a quick recovery.

David explained he had rung Melissa and told her we were an item and could we visit her. David told me Melissa had been ecstatic that we were together and said she couldn't wait to see us. He said we would book a hotel but she insisted we stay with her.

We packed our bags and put them in the car, ready for our journey. As David closed the boot, our eyes met and we rushed back in for a fuck. Well, it may have been a quickie but it was heaven. He made me come again and again before exploding inside me. I knew I would never want anybody else but him.

We embraced and as our tongues met, I had finally found true happiness.