by James Simpson
Caroline opened her post, and suddenly swore. Most were junk, but one was from a bunch of money grabbers called Community Parking, or CP, demanding a payment of eighty pounds for overstaying the three hours allowed at the shopping centre (mall) car park.
Her first thought was, Ridiculous, I only went to Asco, TKC the discount designer clothing store and Toystore to get my nephew a birthday present. I couldn't have been more than three hours. Then she remembered she had met her friend, Penny, and had a coffee, cake and a very long chat at the on-site coffee shop. Perhaps they were right.
She phoned the number and had a long and unpleasant argument with an unpleasant individual at the other end before finally slamming the phone down after inviting them to meet her at her local County Court.
Three letters later, she was getting really fed up with them when she received a phone call from a very pleasant and reasonable man who said he was the local representative of CP Plus, the collection department, and asked if he could call on her. She immediately told him that under no circumstances was he to set foot on her property without a court order.
To her surprise, he agreed immediately and suggested they could meet at the coffee shop where she had overstayed to try to resolve the matter. As it was in a public place and he was paying and she could shop in Asco, she agreed to see if it might put an end to the matter.
After she had put the phone down she began to wonder whether she should have just paid up and got it all out of the way, but damn it there was a principle at stake; she had been legitimately using the shops in the centre and not just parking and going to the cinema or football or similar. Her best friend agreed and encouraged her to fight it, promising that if she needed her kids picked up from school when she went to court then she would help out and give them tea.
That night she wondered what her ex would have advised; it was hard being a single mum, having to do almost everything herself, although her ex was still very supportive. She would ask his advice next weekend when he picked up the kids before she met this CP Plus collector. In the event, he agreed that under no circumstances should she pay the full amount but seek a compromise to conclude the affair quickly and without fuss.
Later, she met the chap from CP Plus, who introduced himself as David, at Costalot Coffee. She was surprised just how reasonable he looked; she'd been expecting a rather hard and rough-looking man, but instead met an urbane, well dressed and very handsome man in his late forties or early fifties. He was extremely charming at first, and indulged in pleasant small talk, but soon cut to the chase. Caroline told him she still had her credit card records to prove she had been shopping, and reminded him that any Court hearing would be at her local court and CP Plus would incur considerable expense. He countered that she would lose at least half a day's holiday or pay as well.
They were unable to agree on a mutually acceptable sum, her absolute max was £20 and his lowest was £50.
As they walked back to his very expensive car, he handed her his card. He then amazed her by telling her that there was one other option he put to women who either just couldn't afford the penalty or had no valid excuse and wouldn't pay, and that was the CP Plus option. Of course it had to be voluntary and an acceptance form signed, and he handed her an envelope.
Caroline asked what it entailed, and he smiled and said, "CP, of course." She looked blankly at him.
He smiled and said quietly, "Corporal punishment, Caroline. As a last option for those who can't or won't pay, six of the best on the bottom with a school cane. Hurts a lot at the time, of course, but the worst of the pain soon fades, leaving a few hours discomfort, some bruising for a few days and doesn't cost anything. It's quick and efficient and very effective as well. A few even quite enjoy the experience, and a couple of ladies are now repeat offenders."
Caroline looked at him in amazement and walked away in disgust, muttering, 'Go fuck yourself, pervert,' and thinking that she had been mistaken about him - he was just a dirty pervert after all. Once in the car she thought about ripping the envelope up, but instead hurled it on the floor in disgust.
He watched her walk away, watching her beautiful bottom filling her jeans to perfection.
Pity, he thought, a real MILF, with a gorgeous bum just made for a good caning. Still you can't win them all, one more letter and she wins; it's just not worth wasting any more time, the judge will throw it out as soon as she shows him her receipts. It was worth a try though just to meet her. In other circumstances I'd have asked her out for dinner.
Caroline was really angry about his crass suggestion and fumed on the drive home. She unpacked her shopping, and sat down to a cup of coffee. She couldn't get David out of her mind; up to his outrageous suggestion, she had really liked him and thought him very handsome and believed that the attraction was mutual. If he hadn't come out with that outrageous proposal, she was going to try to meet him again. She realised that she hadn't had any intimacy with a man for ages, and really ached for it. Nights out with girlfriends, the internet and a vibrator were no substitute for a being held tight by a real man who was inside you.
While surfing the net on a lonely night a couple of months ago, she had come across a site with a few spanking stories which she had found surprisingly stimulating and erotic. During her marriage they had indulged in a little sexy pre-coital spanking but nothing more, although her ex had often told her that when she really annoyed him, he fantasised about sending her away for a proper naughty schoolgirl 'six of the best' just like he'd got at school. She had always replied, "In your dreams, what a daft idea!" or some similar put-down, but secretly the idea had rather excited her as well, just so long as the spanker was fanciable. She had also been very curious about his schoolboy canings and slipperings, and enjoyed talking about them in bed. After further trawling the net, she had found a host of spanking sites and wondered if she wanted to get involved further, but never made any steps. She now realised that fate had presented her with an opportunity to find out just what a proper caning was like.
That evening, after a pleasant but lonely meal, she re-read some of her favourites with the remains of a bottle of very pleasant chilled Vouvray that had been on special offer at Asco, by her side. She went to bed fantasising about being caned by David, and found solace in her vibrator. Next morning as she lay daydreaming, she wondered about accepting David's offer just to find out what 'six of the best' felt like, but put the idea out of her head as being far too painful, not to say risky. Also, she had no intention of letting him get his jollies off while whacking her for a trumped-up parking offence. Nevertheless, the thought wouldn't go away.
Next morning, her ex phoned and asked if he could take the kids away for half-term as he'd just found a very late booking villa in the Algarve. Naturally, she agreed as the kids would love it, but was annoyed that her children would be with his new partner (aka 'The Slut') for a whole week as well as him. Still, as she had already booked the time off, she could just chill for a few days, go to a spa with her best friend and go to her parents for a couple of days, and maybe catch up with some old school friends.
The following day she took the children shopping for a few inexpensive summer clothes and bathing costumes. In Asco she saw some new jeggings, a cross between jeans and leggings. The department manager (whom she knew from the school gate as their daughters were in the same class) came up to her and whispered, "They'd look great on you; you should try a pair."
Caroline turned and said, "I've got no-one to wear them for, Maggie."
Maggie replied with a smile, "With your figure, bend over with them on, and you soon will, Caroline."
Caroline decided to take a pair home to try on. They chatted for a few minutes and she mentioned her parking problems, so Maggie took her to see the manager, and a few minutes later Caroline came out smiling.
Thursday night, her ex collected the children and she was left on her own. She took solace in a large gin and tonic and the internet, and just before bed read a couple of her favourite caning stories. She went to bed but found sleep difficult, and she finally dropped off to sleep thinking about the stories she had read. She became insatiably curious about what a proper caning would feel like. She also accepted that she really fancied David. She realised that she had only to phone him at CP Plus and she would find out.
Suddenly, she decided that she would phone him tomorrow morning and see what happened. She reached for her 'rabbit' and enjoyed a satisfying orgasm while imagining being caned on her naked bottom at school by a very sexy headmaster for causing her daughter to be late for school on a number of occasions.
Friday morning, Caroline awoke and remembered last night's fantasy. She went to the car and dug David's crumpled letter out from under the passenger seat. She read it and was surprised to see a quasi-legal document for her to sign which authorised him to administer corporal punishment on her buttocks in lieu of a monetary penalty. There was also an explanatory page which stated that she would be caned with a school-type rattan cane of approximately 10mm diameter over clothing or 8mm on bare flesh. The number of strokes was a minimum of six, dependent upon her choosing to be caned over thin trousers, underwear or 'thong bare buttocks'. She fantasised and agonised over the decision for a couple of hours, but after a coffee she picked up David's card and phoned him. He was amazed to receive her call, and even more astonished when she said she had decided to accept the CP Plus option. David said in his experience that now she had chosen that option, it was best to get it done as soon as possible. Caroline agreed, and David made an appointment to come to her house at 1:00pm.
She put the phone down, not believing she had actually done it, and wondering just how painful it would be. Would she regret her decision and just find it unbearably painful, or would she enjoy the sensation of pain and pleasure that her favourite stories described? Well, she'd soon know, and would find out whether spanking was best left as a fantasy or whether she would want to explore it further.
She went upstairs, bathed and readied herself. She was undecided what to wear - thin trousers to deaden the sting, sexy knickers (she and her ex had particularly liked French knickers), suspenders and stockings. Suddenly, she remembered her new jeggings.
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