In the end, because he pestered me into it, I told my husband of 11 years my favourite fantasy and I retell it here for your entertainment. Because I like reading old hardback children's novels (I get them from jumble sales and second-hand bookshops) about girls and their adventures at school, I guess it was inevitable I would think of something like this...
I'm a teenage girl attending an all-girls boarding school back in the fifties. I'm hauled up before the headmistress after I'm caught smoking behind the cycle sheds during break time. I know I'm for it and prepare for the worst. She is a very strict, buxom lady of about fifty, with her greying chestnut hair pulled back into a tight bun.
I'm wearing a school uniform - gym tunic and navy blue knickers - standing with my hands behind me while she interrogates me. She reminds me that smoking could mean expulsion and I'm terrified of what my parents would say if it did happen.
Then she asks me things like, wanting to know about my period, whether I have much pubic hair and what colour is it? Do I masturbate? Has a boy ever touched me there or gone further? I feel humiliated, my face goes hot and I visibly squirm in front of her.
She informs me that she will have to cane me, the statutory six-of-the-best. At the mention of this I get a distinct tingling between my legs. She stomps across the room and fetches a whippy rattan. I can hear her stockings rasping against the hem of her skirt as she walks.
She tells me to tuck my skirt up into my sash and to take down my knickers. Then she orders me to lie over the arm of an old leather armchair. She stands to the side of me. I feel her line the cane up against my bottom and tap it a couple of times to help her aim. I hear the whistle of the cane through the air as she catches me on the right buttock. There is a split second delay before I feel the sting, which in my fantasy is not unpleasant, only arousing. Then she strikes my left buttock with equal gusto.
Her next two strokes are lower down, virtually the tops of my legs. She pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. I feel her hand slip across my backside.
"Getting nice and warm? she says, slyly. Once again I hear the rattan whistle, followed by the sharp crack of cane on flesh. I get the final one square across both cheeks. The headmistress says, "Let that be a lesson to you, girl."
Although I feel ashamed and hurt, my pussy is telling a different story
She puts the cane back and returns to sit on a hard chair which she places in the centre of the room. I start to put my knickers back on, thinking that we're all done, but she says no and tells me to come and lie face down across her lap. She says she will wipe the slate clean if I go along with what she wants. So I spread myself across her lap.
She then proceeds to caress my bottom. Her hands feel cool and soothing. They begin to wander, stroking first the backs of my thighs and then the insides, and finally back to my bottom. I feel all excited and fidgety, but ready to comply with her wishes, sort as if I'm under her command and control.
She begins to curve her fingers around and under, touching my pussy, which is very wet by this time. I part my legs - just enough to allow her get her fingers inside me. She touches my clitoris and a jolt of electricity shoots right up through my body. The worsted wool of her skirt is itchy against my thighs and tummy and makes me wriggle about. She likes me squirming about on her lap as I react to her ministrations and the maddening itchiness of her skirt. I feel both orifices being explored, two fingers in my pussy and her thumb up my poor throbbing bottom. She is very skilful with her manipulations and soon brings me to an intense orgasm.
Someone once said to me. "Your schooldays are the best days of your life..." I think whoever it was, I can't
quite remember, may have been right, especially the lucky girls who got caned by a strict and demanding headmistress
like in my fantasy.