Sharon Reaches New Highs

My name is Sharon Burly, Shaz to my friends. I am forty-three years old and have been happily divorced from Bill, my ex, for five years. I like to think I keep myself attractive, as my relationships since my divorce appear to support this.I have been seeing my long-time friend Susan's ex-husband for the last couple of months. I have always found David, her ex, attractive and pleasant company.When we bumped into each other in the high street, he asked me if I had time for a coffee. I jumped at the chance to renew our acquaintance, as I had found him attractive enough to fantasise about him a few times while masturbating in bed.He told me it was great to see me again as he always enjoyed my company. He laughed as he asked if we could meet up as he would love to make it a proper date. I was pleased to say yes, as I found him interesting and as attractive as ever.We were both free to choose our friends and I was sure Susan wouldn't have a problem with me seeing her ex. They had been divorced for three years, and the attractive Susan was never short of admirers.When I was married, we socialised with Susan and David on a few occasions. I always felt he found me attractive from the way he liked flirting with me. I share a close friendship with Susan, who I usually meet once or twice a week for a drink.She found my relationship with her ex amusing but told me she was not surprised. She added that David made no secret when discussing our nights out how attractive he thought I was.Susan said she showed David some photographs from our last year at school when we had been nearly eighteen. He told her we looked amazing and was sure we must have been the most attractive girls in the school.We didn't keep many kaçak iddaa secrets from each other. Sharing our latest experiences, we often reminisced about our time at school, not to mention sex lives, whenever we met up.When I started dating David, Susan kept asking me if I had fucked him yet. I always just smiled as I told her it was none of her business but looked forward to the time I could say yes.She grinned as she squeezed my hand as she told me she guessed we hadn't as she was sure I would have remarked about the experience to her.One night after a lovely meal, David invited me back to his flat and I didn't hesitate in saying yes. I wondered if tonight was the night as I was eager for him to shag me. David was forever the gentleman and I found him quite reserved where sex or discussing it was concerned.I thought this was quite endearing, although if I am honest, I was eager for him to fuck me.When we arrived at his flat, we settled down with a coffee. David gave me a tender kiss on the lips as he told me I looked stunning. I thought, this is it; he's going to fuck me, and my love juices responded with the anticipation of his cock penetrating my eager hole.He held my hand tenderly as we kissed passionately with our tongues entwined. He told me he had always found me attractive since we first met, as only being married held him back from taking it further.I told David, Susan and I remained good friends, sharing our feelings, and knew she hadn't a problem with our relationship. I told him we had been close friends for so long we didn't have many secrets from each other.I laughed as I told him we even agreed not to tell our parents the day we had been caned together at school.David looked kaçak bahis at me bemused, saying he was not aware that girls had been caned at school. He had attended an all-boys academy where they had seldom used corporal punishment. Obviously, there had only been boys attending, so conversation with girls wasn't an option.I couldn't help laughing as I asked David if he had ever spoken to his wife while they'd been married. I found it hard to believe Susan had never told David about our caning. I told him corporal punishment was now prohibited but wasn't uncommon during my school days at Westlands in the Sixties. I added that most teachers used corporal punishment to punish errant pupils.He looked shocked at the question I had just asked him. I told David he knew we had been at school together and had become the best of friends. Obviously, he never knew I had visited Miss James, the headmistress, on two occasions, once along with his ex-wife Susan to be caned.When punished with Susan, they had caught four of us smoking behind the girls' toilets. He said he found it surprising the headmistress had caned his ex-wife, only she had never mentioned a word about being punished to him.I told him Susan never smoked but was deemed guilty by association. I added I felt sorry for her, but being punished with us confirmed she was accepted into our clique, and we became close friends after sharing the experience.I saw the tent-like bulge in his trousers as my story unfolded as he obviously found our caning exciting. I told him that we received three strokes on each hand. The caning was severe, making us all cry with the pain.Debbie and Dawn, the other two girls, took their punishment bravely but the tears were illegal bahis flowing down their cheeks as the cane struck their hands with a painful force. The stinging looked excruciating and Susan must have been petrified, waiting to be punished.When it was her turn to be caned, she bravely held out her hand palm up. When the first stroke struck her petite palm, that was the finish of any attempt to take her caning stoically. Susan screamed, cried and threw back her head as the stick whistled down, striking her delicate palms with a resounding crack.I told David Susan, unsurprisingly, had been the most affected out of the four of us and had taken her caning badly. Susan was a well-behaved and clever girl who had never been in trouble before. She was a favourite of most teachers and one of the few girls who had never been punished in our class.Not surprisingly, the poor girl was the only one still sobbing when we held our caned palms under the cold toilet taps to try to relieve the stinging. Susan said she'd never imagined being caned and was distraught by the thought her parents might find out. She sobbed uncontrollably as she looked at her striped hands. I felt so sorry for her. I hugged her and said she wouldn't be called the class goody-two-shoes anymore.I could not believe that Susan had never told David about her caning as we often reminisced about the event when we met for a coffee. It had made such an impression on all of us, especially Susan. I presumed she must have discussed it with him.My husband loved me to tell him the tales of my canings at school as the resulting fuck was always exhilarating.During my chats with Susan, I had already assumed her marriage had run its course. When she told me she was getting a divorce, I was not surprised as it had seemed inevitable. Although Susan had never said as much, she often intimated there'd been little love remaining between them for years.*