What might have been.
When I was 19, I met a girl called Carol. She was 17 and we soon became good friends and started 'going steady'.
She was stunning, still at Secondary school, studying for her A Levels. Her best attributes were her delightful breasts, probably 36C, and her delicious bottom. Rounded and full.
We decided to become engaged. It was discussed between parents and they decided that we must enrol in a new programme, during the summer holidays, which was entitled C.A.N.E.
This was the Cultural Academy for the Newly Engaged.
It was the 4th of July when we arrived and we were soon issued into the Clinical Director's office.
She was around 50yo, and when I say 'rounded', I mean she had large melon breasts and an enormous bum.
"Ian, you will stay with me for your initiation. Carol, you are to go with Mr Harrison for your initial inquisition."
Carol left and she beckoned me to sit down. She sat opposite me and crossed her legs, enabling me a view of her chunky thighs and her stocking tops.
Suddenly a TV monitor came on and we could hear Carol's interview.
"Carol, just how experienced are you when it comes to sex?" She replied, "Well, Ian and me have done a lot of things, but he's never put his dick into me. His fingers and his mouth have been down there, but not his cock."
Mr Harrison asked, "Don't you think that you're a bit of a cock tease, Carol? I think a tease like you needs a bit of discipline, don't you?".
At the same time, I was subjected to a different set of questions. "How many times a week do you masturbate, Ian? Do you consider it naughty when you spurt your spunk all over your hand? I'm sure that Carol would want you to save that spunk for her after you are married."
My cock started to harden as she continued, "To stop you wanking, I consider you need a good caning".
It was then that I realised what CANE really meant.
It was the Caning Academy for the Newly Engaged.
It was a programme of Domestic Discipline that was to sustain us through our married lives.
"OK, Ian, take all of your clothes off. I want you over my knee for a bare bottom spanking. You can think of it as a warm-up for your first disciplinary caning." As I stripped, I just hoped that Carol was receiving the same treatment from Mr Harrison. It was then that I got a real erection. The Mistress noticed this. Before she took me over her knee, she reached out and retracted my foreskin. Of course I moaned. It felt so good. Not for long. She trapped my cock between her thighs and spanked my bottom on both cheeks.
"Stand up now, Ian. Your little dick doesn't impress me. It's time for your caning now. Touch your toes and be ready for pain".
At the same time, Carol was naked before Mr Harrison. She was bent over like me, holding her ankles. The evidence of her previous spanking was clear to see. Her bum was rosy and ripe for her first caning.
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She was stunning, still at Secondary school, studying for her A Levels. Her best attributes were her delightful breasts, probably 36C, and her delicious bottom. Rounded and full.
We decided to become engaged. It was discussed between parents and they decided that we must enrol in a new programme, during the summer holidays, which was entitled C.A.N.E.
This was the Cultural Academy for the Newly Engaged.
It was the 4th of July when we arrived and we were soon issued into the Clinical Director's office.
She was around 50yo, and when I say 'rounded', I mean she had large melon breasts and an enormous bum.
"Ian, you will stay with me for your initiation. Carol, you are to go with Mr Harrison for your initial inquisition."
Carol left and she beckoned me to sit down. She sat opposite me and crossed her legs, enabling me a view of her chunky thighs and her stocking tops.
Suddenly a TV monitor came on and we could hear Carol's interview.
"Carol, just how experienced are you when it comes to sex?" She replied, "Well, Ian and me have done a lot of things, but he's never put his dick into me. His fingers and his mouth have been down there, but not his cock."
Mr Harrison asked, "Don't you think that you're a bit of a cock tease, Carol? I think a tease like you needs a bit of discipline, don't you?".
At the same time, I was subjected to a different set of questions. "How many times a week do you masturbate, Ian? Do you consider it naughty when you spurt your spunk all over your hand? I'm sure that Carol would want you to save that spunk for her after you are married."
My cock started to harden as she continued, "To stop you wanking, I consider you need a good caning".
It was then that I realised what CANE really meant.
It was the Caning Academy for the Newly Engaged.
It was a programme of Domestic Discipline that was to sustain us through our married lives.
"OK, Ian, take all of your clothes off. I want you over my knee for a bare bottom spanking. You can think of it as a warm-up for your first disciplinary caning." As I stripped, I just hoped that Carol was receiving the same treatment from Mr Harrison. It was then that I got a real erection. The Mistress noticed this. Before she took me over her knee, she reached out and retracted my foreskin. Of course I moaned. It felt so good. Not for long. She trapped my cock between her thighs and spanked my bottom on both cheeks.
"Stand up now, Ian. Your little dick doesn't impress me. It's time for your caning now. Touch your toes and be ready for pain".
At the same time, Carol was naked before Mr Harrison. She was bent over like me, holding her ankles. The evidence of her previous spanking was clear to see. Her bum was rosy and ripe for her first caning.
Part 2 to cum.
Thanks for reading.
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