Brian and I were together for about five years. We had the same sense of humour, mixed well in company (eg amateur dramatics), and both loved sex. We were shy at first, and unlike most of our friends we decided we didn't have penetrative sex for some while. That may have been because of our catholic upbringing. But that didn't stop us having fun together and whenever we could - usually when I visited Brian in his flat - we cuddled and petted. I remember vividly how exciting it was feeling his cock for the first time and having him touch me under my bra or panties. Gradually our explorations extended to the point where we were quite at ease together on his bed without any clothes on and masturbating. The most exciting thing for me was to make Brian come over me or in my mouth. It was the most tangible evidence imaginable of his attraction to me and of my own sexuality. I am astonished that we managed to put off penetrative sex for about a year.

Once we began living together our sexual relationship exploded with passion and we often made love two or three times in a night. Brian was a gentle lover and very patient. He never rushed me and he seemed to sense what I needed without my having to tell him. We did it whenever and wherever we could; on the rug in front of the fire, on the settee, in the bath and even outside if we could find somewhere private enough. Brian was permanently hard and I was forever wet and ready for him. Sometimes we would begin making love in the most unromantic circumstances, just as I was vacuuming the carpet or washing up. He'd come up behind me while I was standing at the sink and slip a hand up my skirt or down my blouse. Moments later he'd have my knickers down and his cock deep inside me.

Brian was the best lover any girl could ask for. On the rare occasions when I said 'no' he was always understanding and he had the most delightful manners where sex was concerned. He never used his mouth on my pussy unless he had first checked that I was happy for him to do so and he always kept his cock fresh and clean for me. We had a little understanding that whichever of us came first the other would do the cleaning up afterwards. So when he came before me I cleaned him up and if I came first it was his turn to do it. We frequently did it with our mouths as there was nothing either of us liked more than the taste and smell of the others genitals after sex.

Our life together changed after about a year of living together. Brian was promoted and had to travel a lot. Some weeks he was away from Monday morning until Friday evening. We both found the separation extremely difficult and frustrating. Brian confided in me that he often had to masturbate when he was alone. As soon as he returned home we were in each others arms and off to bed. In fact, sometimes, we didn't even get that far we were so horny for each other.

I found separation really hard and that was how I came to have sex with Jason. He came to fit some blinds across the kitchen window. When he rang on the door I was not ready and answered wearing my silk dressing gown and very little else; having just stepped out of the bath. Jason was very nice looking and I was feeling really low because Brian had called the previous evening to say he would have to stay away a day longer than expected because of a meeting he needed to attend. While I was making Jason a cup of tea my gown must have become loosened to reveal a little more of my breasts than I intended. Jason's eyes went immediately to my cleavage and realising what had happened I blushed. But it was enough to excite us both and when he touched my hand as he took the tea from me a strong wave of sexual longing ran through my body. The moment might have passed innocently if I had not, at that very instant, trodden on a small pebble which must Jason must have brought in on his shoe. The pain made me instantly raise my foot and reach down, whereupon my gown fell wide open to reveal all. Moments later we were kissing each other and I could feel his penis pressed hard against me. I almost forgot that he was not Brian and after leading him to our bedroom I let him do everything he wanted.

Jason removed his trousers and pulled his cock out. It wasn't even particularly big. Without any foreplay he made me kneel on all fours and then pushed up into me from behind. When Brian did that he always fondled my clitoris and breasts but Jason did neither. Once inside he came after a few short thrusts and pulled out immediately. It was that which was to be my undoing; although I did not know it then he must have dripped some spunk onto the bed cover. It was only later that I realised what had happened but by then it was too late.

Altogether, I found it was a very unsatisfying experience and I was glad when Jason had dressed again and returned to the kitchen to attend to the new blinds. In fact I felt so ashamed of myself and so used by Jason that I had another bath, just to wash away all traces of him. I probably would have changed the bedding as well if Brian had not returned home just as Jason was leaving. The meeting he had been going to attend had been cancelled and he had started for home immediately.

Imagine how I felt letting Jason out just as Brian arrived, trying to appear as normal yet knowing that I had been unfaithful to him for the first and only time. To make matters worse Brian began to kiss me passionately as soon as the door was closed. Because I needed time to compose myself I suggested to Brian that he might like a wash. Considerate as always he must have taken that to mean that he was not too fresh after his journey and he went upstairs immediately. It was then that he must have noticed the untidiness of our bed and the stain on the cover. He told me afterwards that he also noticed that some cream which I use on my pussy - to help restore any damage to sensitive body tissue - was out on the bathroom shelf with its cap off. Putting two and two together, and the fact that Jason had just left, he realised immediately what I had been up to.

At first I denied any wrongdoing but Brian was not persuaded of my innocence and eventually I admitted to what had happened. I have never seen him so cross. He was devastated, as he had every right to be. For two hours he stormed around the house in a belligerent silence. I begged him to forgive but he could not. He seemed so upset and hurt that I said I wished he would punish me or do anything but reject me. It was when muttered something those lines that he said I needed a good whipping. That must have planted a thought in his mind because a short time later he went out to the garage and returned holding a thick cane that we had once used as a prop in one of our amateur productions, about a school. It was fully three feet long and very threatening. I didn't dare imagine how much it would hurt my soft pink bottom.

'I'm going to take you at your word' Brian said as he flexed the cane between his hands. 'Go upstairs to the bedroom and wait for me.'

Trembling with fear I did as I was told. When Brian joined me he ordered me to remove my skirt. Then he made me bend over a little and grip hold of a small table to steady myself for my well deserved punishment.

I felt very vulnerable standing like that with only my knickers to protect me. Brian positioned himself in readiness to administer the first stroke, placed a hand on my back and rested the cane on its target.

'I'm going to give you six strokes' he said. 'Three over your panties and three on your bare flesh. When I've finished you're not to move because I won't have finished with you. There'll be more punishment to follow. Now brace yourself'.

The swish of the cane was followed immediately by the sound of its impact across my buttocks. The pain was excruciating and I screamed out loud. If it had entered my head that Brian might not want to hurt me too much. I was mistaken. He had used all his force and the protection offered by the thin material of my panties was very little indeed.

The next stroke came a few moments later and was equally hard, but more painful still because it hit on exactly the same line as the earlier one. My buttocks felt as though they were on fire. They hurt so much. I began to cry but Brian was in no mood to spare me.

The third was the hardest yet and I felt the cane wrap around my side. It cut across me from the top of my left buttock to the lower part of my right one. The impact sounded like gunfire it was so loud.

At that point Brian stepped back away from me and told me to pull down my knickers so he could finish caning me. At first I protested for fear of the damage it might do to my bare flesh. But Brian insisted and threatened to cane me even harder still if I didn't obey immediately.

It was then that I noticed that quite a bulge had developed in his trousers and realised that he was becoming aroused. When I bent over for the second time Brian made me grip my ankles. I felt very humiliated at what I must look like from behind, with my knickers lowered, my reddened bottom and my pussy lips showing between my legs. But despite that I was surprised to find that it all made me quite excited. I was becoming quite wet inside and I wondered whether it showed. When I'm like that my labia always open up and if Brian saw how moist they were he would realise what was happening immediately.

What I feared happened. He was just about to strike for the fourth time when he stopped and put a finger into my vulva. 'You're all wet' he said. 'Have you no shame?' I said I couldn't help it and that despite the pain it was making me feel very sexy. I didn't want that but I couldn't stop it happening.

The next three strokes followed very swiftly, one after the other. By then the pain was unbearable and I was sobbing. One of the strokes had cut across the lower part of my bottom and touched my pussy. Remembering that Brian had said about staying still I did not move until I heard him say I was to take all my clothes off. That time I obeyed immediately. I was too frightened to risk what he might do if I did not. My bottom hurt so much that I knew I could not endure any more of the cane. I could feel the raised stripes where the cane must have landed. It was then that I realised what Brian wanted to do next. There was no doubting how aroused he had become.

When I was naked Brian said that I would have to have another four strokes because I seemed to like being caned. By then I was so sore and my bottom hurt so much that I burst into tears and sobbed violently for several minutes. Eventually Brian weakened and said he would reduce my further punishment to two strokes as long as I bent over immediately.

He took a long time preparing for those last two strokes and getting me into precisely the position he wanted. Eventually I felt the cane rested against my bottom and heard again the 'swish' as he raised his arm and then brought the cane down on me with all his strength. The pain of that stroke, on top of the previous six, was more than I could bear and I reached round to protect myself. But Brian was not going to let me off and forced my hands away. A second later the last stroke fell and it was over.

Brian put down the cane and immediately began removing his own clothes. When he was completely naked he stood in front of me and began to rub his cock until it was bigger and redder than I had ever seen it. The head was a deep purple colour. After a little while, by which time I realised he was on the point of coming, Brian picked up the cane again and strode around the room looking very menacing indeed. Then he stood in front of me and touched the tip of the cane between my pussy lips.

'I want you to understand that this is for my pleasure alone' he said as he pressed the cane against my clitoris. If you're ever unfaithful again I'll beat you until the skin on your soft pink bottom is raw. Then, pointing to his penis he added 'As you can see I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to bend over again, but this time with your legs wide apart.'

No sooner was I in position than I felt him move close behind me and touch his cock against the entrance to my eager vagina. The pain in my buttocks vanished instantly and I began to feel very excited. He must be ready to forgive me if he was thinking about fucking me so soon after I'd been with another man. I wanted him to do that more than anything in the world.

With astonishing gentleness he slid his penis along the inside of my wet pussy lips until the head was touching my engorged clitoris. The sensation was electric; he stimulated every nerve I possessed until I was overcome with lust for him. Moments later I felt him slip deep into me. Looking between my legs I could see my cunt stretched around his thick cock. He was so far inside that only his balls were visible.

When he first began to thrust it was as much as I could do to prevent myself falling forward. Fortunately, he was holding me firmly round the hips or I would have lost my balance entirely. Each time he drove up into me I felt the impact inside from tip of his cock. He pushed so hard that he nearly lifted me off my feet. Several times his penis slipped out entirely. I could actually hear it each time he re-entered my body. After several minutes of the most violent sex I had ever experienced I sensed that he was about to come.

I felt the first spurt of semen deep within me but he continued to thrust just as hard as each successive torrent filled me. It seemed as though he would go on forever. My gentle boyfriend had changed into a sex-craved master; and what surprised me most was that I liked him that way. It was as though, for a time, he had reverted to his pre-historic roots. Our lovemaking would never be the same again.

Eventually, and inevitably, his climax subsided, but in the process he must have ejaculated more semen than ever before. While in the throes of orgasm he had withdrawn his cock entirely from my vagina with the result that a substantial amount of semen was now running down my legs and over my stomach.

I did not come. That was not because I could not but because it would have seemed wrong to derive any pleasure for having behaved so badly earlier that day.

When Brian was finished he was utterly exhausted and lay on the bed while I licked him clean, as I always did when he was the first to come. His penis was still fully erect and very wet indeed from being inside me. It smelled and tasted of raw sex. I licked up and down the shaft for several minutes savouring the steady output of semen which continued to pour forth as gradually his cock became less hard. I pulled back his tight foreskin and ran my tongue around the corona of his swollen glans, before taking it fully into my mouth and sucking hard to release every last drop of sticky white fluid.

After that, whenever we were in the mood, I let Brian cane me before we made love together. He never caned me as hard as he did that time but we always had really good sex afterwards. I miss him dreadfully although I've still got the cane to remind me.