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Caroline was a tease and Pete was soon to find out what she wanted - and that was a good, sound spanking on a regular basis. They were still late teens when Pete made this discovery and, after a while he and Caroline split up. Pete married Joanne who also had a desire to be shown a firm hand but when she died some years later, Pete and Caroline met up again, only this time Caroline needed a much stronger lesson - and one Pete was really up to giving her.

This is a beautifully sex-charged erotic story with some great male-dom scenes.

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     Ron and Alec spread the word; it was all round school the next
day, Pete and Cary were courting. And they were, as Pete ruefully
acknowledged when he was teased in the hall or on the playing field.
For days, he blushed furiously whenever he caught a glance or heard a
snigger from the kids but it didn’t stop him retiring behind the gym
or the bike shed with Cary each break. 
     Cary was as good as her word; for that summer, that last summer
at home, she behaved toward him with the respect his position
warranted, though occasionally she’d needle him and he’d slap her bum
affectionately. The gang should have been at its most settled during
this period, only Pete and Cary didn’t notice either way. They only
saw each other and the gang faded away.
     Cary and Pete wrestled a lot from that day on. It seemed to Pete
all she wanted to do was wrestle, which was okay because it always
ended in kissing and petting and the feelings their exertions created
still stunned him so he’d walk home almost bent double with desire. It
never occurred to him to consummate that desire. You couldn’t do that
till you were married.    
     He didn’t even see her naked until Cary took him to her bedroom
on her birthday, just two weeks before school ended and in the middle
of their final exams.
     “And I’ve a belated birthday present for you,” she said,
stripping off her school uniform slowly, like you saw on movies before
the scene changed to surging tide or bees plunging into flowers. Only
the scene didn’t change and she stood coyly before him, pinkly
perfect, and willing him to say something.      Pete’s mouth was so
dry he couldn’t speak -- but his eyes and expression said everything
that was needed.
     “Now you show me,” Caroline said when the silence had grown too
loud to last. “It is my birthday and I want a present too.”
     So he did, undressing slowly and with excruciating embarrassment
when his erection finally sprang from his underpants.
     They studied each other in silence, the afternoon sun shining
through her bedroom curtains casting the interesting parts of their
bodies into shadow.    Pete didn’t dare to touch this new naked Cary,
until she said, “It won’t bite.”
He gently ran his fingers through her silky hair to the soft moist
warmth beneath, his fingers trembling as they traversed the unfurling
flesh. Cary lay back on her bed to allow him better access and the
sight of her ‘there’ began a dangerous throbbing throughout his body,
which he knew could only end one way. Slowly, Pete ran his fingers up
her fluttering stomach to her breasts until she mewed suddenly at his
touch on her nipple and it made him jump. Cary pulled him down on top,
crushing her breasts against his chest, and kissing him savagely.
     After a moment, he lifted his head and returned to her nipples.
They stood up from her breasts like the cones of two volcanoes, only
when he kissed and licked one; it wasn’t the volcano that erupted. It
was him.
Pete buried his face in Cary’s shoulder, ashamed, frightened that
she’d be disgusted, and he didn’t relax till he heard her whisper, in
an awed tone, “Wow.”
     She dipped her fingertips in the warm goo on her belly and
rubbed it on his nose.
     “That will teach you not to make a mess,” she said sternly, then
giggled and spoiled the effect.
     “I couldn’t help it,” Pete said, aggrieved, rubbing his nose
clean.
     “I know,” Cary replied, “my beauty made it inevitable. You were
helpless, overcome with desire.”
     “If you say so,” Pete replied, not very gallantly.
     “I don’t mind you not paying me compliments,” Cary said, “but
when I go to the trouble of doing it for you, the least you can do is
agree.”
     “I did,” Pete protested.
     “Not very enthusiastically,” Cary replied. “In future, more
feeling and more sincerity, if you please.”
     “All right,” Pete said sleepily.
     “You can’t fall asleep,” Cary cried, shaking him. “You haven’t
had your present yet.”
     “I thought I’d had the best present ever,” Pete replied,
grinning.
     “That was a bonus,” Cary said. “Your present is ‘birthday paddy
whacks’.”
     “Not a chance,” yelped Pete, struggling to rise against her
possessive grip around his head.
     “Not you, stupid,” Cary whispered. “Me.”
     Pete stopped struggling.
     “How do you want me?” asked Cary.
     “I-I-I,” Pete gibbered, feeling himself rising again.
     “Bending over to touch my toes? Or over your knee?” Cary purred
as she saw the effect her voice was having. “How about lying on the
bed with my pillow under my hips? That’s the way mum and dad used to
spank me.”
     “I-I-I,” Pete began again.
     “You said that already,” Cary cooed. “Don’t you want to give me
paddy whacks?”
     “All of the above,” Pete said quickly, frightened the chance was
really slipping from his grasp.
     “Now you’re being greedy,” Cary laughed.
     “Over my lap for my birthday, which we missed,” Pete said
excitedly, “and touching your toes for your birthday. That’s fair.”