by P. Greenham
... as told by Sarah's husband
Sarah and I first met in the seventies. She was twenty-three and I was a couple of years older.
Early on, Sarah was always interested in spanking, and as I was old enough to have experienced the cane in the more traditional way at school, she was always fascinated by my recollections of being caned and wanted to know how many strokes I got, whether I was touching my toes or bending across a desk, was it in front of anyone or in private, and did I have to lower my trousers. Many wonderful love sessions followed our conversations discussing the details.
It was not long before we started to experiment. Sarah loved a spanking before we made love. Soon she wanted more, and after the acquisition of straps and paddles we finally purchased a cane from a shop in Soho.
Starting lightly, it soon became obvious that Sarah wanted and could take a decent caning. I was often amazed at how she could take six of the best, and the marks would almost be gone by the morning.
All of this was, of course, part of our private sex life, but on many occasions it was becoming clear that Sarah had one overwhelming fantasy - to be caned by a complete stranger. She wanted to go beyond the pure sexual canings we enjoyed, to a caning that she had no choice in which to accept and one that would humiliate her as a proper punishment.
Over a couple of years, she often talked about her fantasy and how she could make it a reality. Initially I laughed the fantasy off, but as time went on it became clear that she was becoming increasingly adamant that one day she wanted to achieve this very personal fantasy.
She talked about using a contact magazine, but I was concerned about her safety, especially as she wanted this fantasy to be achieved alone. She would often ask me whether I knew anyone who could help her make this fantasy a reality.
My emotions were mixed. Whilst I did not want anyone else giving Sarah a caning, I wanted to find a way that she could act out a fantasy that was very deeply held.
Eventually I suggested that we speak to a master from my old school who was a relatively active user of the cane in my day. At that point he would have been in his mid-fifties, and being so much older he would not be a threat to our relationship. He would be someone that Sarah had never met, but at the same time would be trustworthy in the use of the cane.
Following a bizarre phone call with Mr Hodgson, my ex-History master, we agreed to meet. I explained the situation to which not unsurprisingly he agreed to help. Well, who would turn down such an offer?
Part of the deal was that he was not to meet Sarah until she turned up for her punishment. In order to achieve Sarah's fantasy, we agreed the following criteria: Sarah would undress as directed by him; he would act out a punishment scenario to make her feel she deserved the cane; Sarah would take whatever position was required by him; Sarah would take no less than 6 strokes of the cane and the strokes would be firm without being vicious; Sarah would provide the cane; and once the caning was over, Sarah would simply get dressed and leave.
Mr Hodgson pointed out that normally a caning from start to finish was only a matter of five minutes and as Sarah wanted this to be a memorable fantasy it was agreed that he would find ways of extending the experience to, say, half an hour. It was also agreed that I would not attend. Sarah was anxious to experience this caning alone.
When I told Sarah about my meeting with my former History master, she became excited and it was agreed that she would go to his house after work on the Wednesday of the following week.
The day in question soon arrived, and in the morning Sarah took extra trouble getting ready for work. She put on suspenders and stockings together with one of her nicest bra and pants sets before slipping into a figure-hugging dress. As I kissed her goodbye she told me to be ready for her return that evening.
It was a very strange feeling later that day when I knew she would be getting her caning, but I did not have to wait long for Sarah to return home about an hour later than usual. I didn't know what to expect and was surprised to find her looking exactly as she left that morning - the only clue was that her make-up had run.
She then told me of her experience. On arrival, Mr Hodgson had made her welcome with a cup of coffee, before running through a catalogue of things that she had done wrong (these were all incidents that I fed him).
As she spoke, Mr Hodgson had evidently became more stern, before eventually telling her that he had decided to give her six strokes of the cane. He told her that the caning would have to be on the bare bottom and that she must be prepared to be humiliated. In all he told her to expect the punishment to last about half an hour.
She explained that he told her to undress in front of him, removing everything except her underwear. She described the excitement and embarrassment of taking her clothes off in front of a complete stranger. This was the point that Sarah described her fantasy starting to come to life, as he made her feel that she was actually going to be punished.
To her surprise she was told to remove her suspender belt and stockings. She was then told to stand in front of Mr Hodgson (to her, a perfect stranger) nude apart from bra and pants, whilst he again went through her misdoings. She was then told to remove her pants which left her nude except for her bra - and to place her hands behind her head and stand still for five minutes, initially facing away from him before being told to turn and face him. She told me how conscious she was of him looking at her bottom and pubic hair.
She described her feelings at this point of complete humiliation coupled with the excitement and fear of the caning to come.
Eventually he left to return with the cane that Sarah had given him from the boot of our car. She was told to move to the middle of the room and with her feet twelve inches apart, to touch her toes with her legs straight.
He then left her bending over for what she described as an inordinate length of time before telling her to expect her caning to begin in sixty seconds. She described this as being one of the worst parts - bending over with her bare bottom, legs apart, just waiting for this complete stranger to begin the punishment.
She then told me how he had administered the caning with each of the six strokes coming every thirty seconds. She described the first stroke as being a shock and harder than she was used to from me, and as she absorbed the pain, the second stroke came all too quickly.
Sarah told me that as she waited for each stroke and getting used to harder strokes than she had previously experienced, the third and fourth strokes came quickly, followed by the penultimate whack, and then it was time for the final stroke that as tradition would have it was the hardest of all.
She described the caning as almost a climax, and whilst it was painful and it was what she had come for, having thought about being caned by a complete stranger, the 'punishment' itself was almost over too quickly.
She was told to stand and face him with her hands behind her head. He then asked her if she felt that she had received sufficient punishment against her misdeeds. To my amazement she told him that she needed a little more in order to fully learn her lesson. He pulled a chair from a nearby table and told her to bend over the back and reach down and grasp the bottom front legs.
He then told her to take a minute or two to think about why she had asked for a further caning before he delivered a further six strokes again at thirty second intervals.
She was told to stand and again put her hands behind her head whilst he told her that she was free to return at any time should she feel that further punishment was merited. Sarah then dressed and left.
Having taken me through her experience, it was time for me to see the damage, and so she quickly removed her dress and knickers to reveal a beautifully marked bottom with almost all of the twelve strokes visible and symmetrical. My ex-History master was obviously an expert at his craft!
Although Sarah was uncertain whether she would return, making her fantasy a reality and being caned by a complete stranger had given her an amazing experience.
Being caned by Mr Hodgson had given Sarah the experience she had craved. She then decided to write a letter to one of the specialist magazines that covered spanking to tell her story about her visit to my former History master. We were very pleased when our letter was published, but not quite prepared for the telephone call we received a week or so later.
Mr Hodgson, who is clearly an avid reader of the said magazine, had read the letter and obviously remembered the incident that he had been party to. He called to congratulate us and also to say that if we ever needed his services again, to be sure to call him.
We both spoke to him and thanked him but declined his offer, telling him that it had been a one-off experience. However, over the next few months, it became clear that Sarah was getting turned on by the thought of once again getting the cane from him. She reminded me that he caned harder than I do and that on the first occasion she had received two doses of six of the best. She wanted to find out if she could take twelve of his strokes in one go.
My own view was that if there was to be a repeat, I would want to be present. Deep down I had often wondered what it would be like to watch Sarah receive the cane from someone else. Sarah started to think about inviting him round to the house for dinner, after which she would receive her caning.
A week or so later we put this idea to him. Not surprisingly, he accepted. A date was set the following week. The next day he rang back and told us that he had a friend, also a schoolmaster, who would be interested in attending. He thought this might appeal, given that Sarah liked the idea of being caned in front of a complete stranger.
To my slight surprise Sarah told him that his suggestion was a good one and that his friend would be made very welcome.
So, a week later, the fateful day arrived. Sarah did most of the cooking the night before. It was also agreed that first we would have dinner - which would allow us all the opportunity to have an in-depth conversation about CP and heighten the sense of anticipation for Sarah, who would have to wait an hour or so before receiving the cane.
To aid the conversation I had prepared an agenda for our discussion.
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