Early the next morning the Marchioness of Bristol and her husband knocked on my door early. I welcomed them and they said that they had a special request to make. They wanted their girls to be severely caned by me and then they would like the girls to see them being caned and birched. Then they themselves would like to be severely punished while facing each other with the girls watching. They knew that this was unusual but theirs was an open marriage with punishment of each other being part their family routine. I thought for a moment before saying I would do it if the girls agreed and sent a message for them to come to my study. When they arrived I explained their parents request and asked whether they agreed. They looked at each other and hugging themselves adding, "when could we star?". I took the key of the cellar, asked Julie to join us, and then led the group downstairs.

Inside the cellar I asked the girls the order they wanted to be caned in and when they decided oldest first I told Marion to strip and assume the position. She took off her school uniform and then slipped down her knickers and unfastened her brassiere. Once ready she bent herself over the bench holding fast on to the handgrips at the front. Her bum was proudly displayed and was ready for the cane. I took up the Headteacher's cane and told her she would receive three dozen strokes in sessions of twelve. She nodded and I began. "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", one by one the first dozen lashed into the bum cheeks raising red lines within seconds. She had remained in position without a murmur and I went up and massaged the bum cheeks before applying the second dozen "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", these strokes landed within the same area raising weals on the weals already showing. The whole area was now criss-crossed with score marks which were now turning purple. I knew Marion and was not going to let up on the last dozen SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", and these fell as sharply as the rest before I caressed her bum and told her to stand up.

Jennifer came forward next and both she and Elizabeth were ripe for the cane. They had well developed bums and their pubic hair tufted out from their mons while their quim lips nestled in the forest surrounding it. They each received two dozen strokes each with the Schoolroom cane while their parents watched with interest. The girls showed no adverse emotion and seemed to be enjoying the sensation of a hard session of the rod, especially watched by their parents. When the caning was finished the parents hugged the girls and said that they were now ready for their turn. The Marchioness would be birched over the bench while her husband would be strapped to the new table and turned to face her. They both stripped off their clothes and I was impressed with what I saw. She had a large luxuriant bush with full cunt lips and a fine firm 'junoesque' bum. I was sure that I would have the opportunity to explore her in more detail on another occassion. He meanwhile had firm thighs with a prominent bottom which was still slightly marked from a previous flogging. I told him that he would receive five dozen strokes with the Thai cane from Julie while I gave five dozen strokes of the birch to his wife. They both smiled and nodded before taking their places. The girls sat on a bench to watch both parents closely.

Julie and I took up our respective positions and prepared to strike. We would both deliver one dozen and then the girls would be invited to inspect the bums. The rest of the strokes would also be given in dozens with intervals of five minutes between each twelve. I nodded to Julie and we struck "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!",. Every ten seconds another blow would land on a bottom with both marking up well. The Marchioness was clearly a devotee of the rod and the squirming of her bum and the groans she was emitting showed her heightened emotions, while her husband was grunting as Julie laid into him. Both bums were well reddened and the girls were watching closely. When they were invited forward they came eagerly wanting to touch and stroke the affected parts. They were astounded with the way the birch had performed and were surprised not to see the usual lines but a myriad of small thin marks. I explained that this was the insidious effect of the birch. Its first few strokes seemed to be innocuous but the pain built up all over because there was no single point at which the birch was going to strike. Their father meanwhile had a dozen superb lines laying across the centre whre Julie had made sure that the target area was hit each time. I then sent them back to their places as "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", stroke after stroke landed until Julie and I looked at each other and prepared for the final dozen. I invited the girls to come closer for another inspection as I wiped the blood from the small wounds the birch had caused on their mother's bum. They were alarmed until I told them that this was normal from the buds and protrusions on the birch striking. Then we laid the strokes on and "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", we made sure that the girls could clearly see how their parents accepted the last most powerful strokes without flinching. As we finished the girls clapped and kissed the adults and helped to release them. The whole family then inspected and admired the marks on each other and vowed to do even better another time. They then thanked us, confirmed that they would be visiting us again and gingerly got dressed - I could guess where the parents were off to - while the girls returned to their classes.

Julie and I now looked at the day's schedule in the punishment book and knew that we were in for a very busy day. We had a dozen parents and their friends booked in to the cellar starting at 10am and continuing at hourly intervals throughout the day. I sent Julie to look for the Wilkinsons who were our first clients and went down to prepare the cellar. Julie soon arrived with Mr & Mrs Wilkinson and a younger couple. Mrs Wilkinson expalained that the young couple had recently been introduced to the delights of the rod and now wanted to receive it, and see others receiving it. I asked which way the action was to go - I suggested the Wilkinsons went last as I was sure in my own mind that if the other couple had seen them being caned they would have been put off from participating. As they were new to the sport I decided that they should both receive four dozen with the tawse and then finish them off with the school cane. The Wilkinsons thought that this was perfect and so I told the young couple called Jean and Roy to strip. Jean was soon down to the buff and her slim figure belied the voluptuous firmness of her bust and buttocks. Her bum was fresh and springy and had clearly not received much attention. She volunteered to go first so I bent her over the flogging bench and Julie strapped her down. I told Jean that I would give twelve strokes at a time and then rest for several minutes before the next twelve. I also advised her not to tense her bum cheeks and anticapate the stroke as this made a narrower target and was also less reponsive to the strap and cane. She nodded and I took up my position. I raised the strap and brought it down with a "CRACKK!" on the target. She responded slightly by raising herself off the bench but then subsided. I then dealt the next eleven strokes at regular intervals firmly and squarely across both bum cheeks. By the end the whole target area was beginning to warm nicely and the cheeks were taking on a bright red colour. I went behind her and gently massaged the buttocks before taking up my stance for the next dozen. These were slightly harder and I worked the strap up and down the target area so that soon the whole surface had slight ridges and hollows. She was taking it well and I told her so as I massaged her. I then asked if she was ready for the next dozen and when she said she was I proceeded to hit even harder. This was beginning to bring out a reaction but I am not certain that at this stage she was sure what it was although I knew that it was erotic. I glanced across at her husband as I massaged her and could see that his hand was trying to conceal a very firm cock which thrust out trying to escape his trousers. As I massaged I gently moved my fingers into her quim and sure enough the lips were puffy and the juices were beginning to form. I knew that the rest of the strapping would only enhance these emotions so applied the next dozen diagonally to cross the weals already formed. By this time the whole area had taken on a huw which was between a bright red and a purple - she was now ready for the ultimate but before I used the extra hard tawse I called her husband forward to feel the heat in the bum. He also felt a little further than the bum and noticed the liquid that was coming out of her quim. He put his fingers up to his nose and sniffed as he moved away. I took up the heavy tawse as now I wanted her to feel the impact as she needed to be certain that the rod was for her. I was sure that it would also cause an orgasm which I was looking forward to seeing. "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", I lashed the tawse into the soft buttocks and saw that the reaction was instant. She started to writhe in her bonds and her back arched as the orgasm rose and rose within her. I went on delivering the final pattern of strokes until she shuddered and screamed with sexual release as the last one landed. She had reached her plateau and I decided that it was not the time to use the cane. I therefore released her and called her husband forward.

Julie strapped him down, finding it was difficult to accommodate his rampant cock - our equipment had really been designed for girls. She used the same technique as I had gradually building him up to a climax and I could see Mrs Wilkinson whispering in Jean's ear. Jean nodded and when Julie prepared to use the tawse for the final strokes she had her hand betwen his legs massaging his balls. He groaned and Julie dealt the last dozen firmly so that by the time she had finished he was rock-hard in Jean's hand. They released him and I pointed to the bedroom where they could relieve themselves and they rushed off hand in hand.

Mrs Wilkinson laughed and said that I had lost none of my cunning and she was looking forward to a good rogering once she and her husband had been satisfactorily dealt with. I knew her limits so I intended to deal her six dozen with the Thai cane while Julie dealt out the same to her husband with the Headteacher's cane. I asked if they would like to be caned together or one after the other and looking at each other they decided to be dealt with together for the novelty.We strapped them in position. This time Julie had the flogging block while I had our new table for Mrs Wilkinson. They stripped off and prepared themselves for the event. Julie had the Headteacher's cane as I had only got one Thai cane and I was keeping this for Mrs Wilkinson.

As we took up or positions they smiled at each other and prepared themselves. I suggested to Julie that this time we gave alternate strokes. so that we could build up a rhythm and instead of dealing with the shock of their own stroke they would have time to watch how the other received theirs. I was sure that they had never had this experience before. Mrs Wilkinson agreed immediately and I told her that I would be delivering the first thirty strokes straight off at ten second intervals and then take a ten minute rest before the final thirty.

I looked at Julie and raised my cane bringing it down with a "SWISHH!" CRACKK!" across the buttocks. Immediately a thick white line stared out from the surface, Julie then dealt her first stroke and so we went on. Every time my cane landed I could see another ridge forming on Mrs Wilkinson's bum and I could imagine the same was happening with her husband. Thirty strokes landed and the surface of the bum was like a moonscape cratered and ridged where stroke had overlaid stroke. I stopped and massaged the bum cheeks letting my fingers check out the oil pressure in her quim. It was certainly well lubricated and she was beginning to get small orgasms. I walked over to look at her husband and Julie was performing excellently on him and although her cane was not quite as heavy it was certainly effective and producing the right results. We decided to change canes at this pint with Julie weilding the Thai cane on Mr Wilkinson while I used the Headteacher's cane on Mrs Wilkinson. This would equalize their punishment.

I then returned to Mrs Wilkinson and Julie and I took up where we had left off with "SWISHH!" CRACKK!" "SWISHH!" CRACKK!" as the strokes powered home. Soon there was blood oozing from cracks which had appeared where the cane had landed several times and before the last dozen I wiped the surface with a clean cloth. My arm was getting tired I had to make sure that these stokes were delivered as hard as any previous ones so I looked at Julie, nodded to her and prepared for the final assault. I had wanted to find an area untouched by the cane but from the thighs to the small of the back there was no untouched area so I concentrated on the centre of the buttocks laying on cut after cut with power. Finally the last stroke landed and I massaged the tortured bum before releasing my client while watching Julie delivering her final stroke. I helped Mrs Wilkinson up and she walked stiffly across to her husband and, after unfastening him, took him by the hand and after a nod they left for my cellar bedroom. Julie and I were exhausted but were both so randy that we just looked at each I took her by the hand, turned her over the block lifted her skirts and rammed my cock into her like a rabbit. Within seconds we had both come, unsatisfying but necessary!

Julie and I returned upstairs where we carried on with our normal day's work. About two hours later Mr & Mrs Wilkinson returned to my office smiling. Mr Wilkinson walked across the room and shook my hand. "Thank you Sir John, that was the most satisfying session my wife and I have ever had. I think that the fact that we were both being punished at the same time added to our pleasure as well as the fact that it was in private not with a group. I would add that the aftermath was also satisfactory and I certainly commend you for installing that magnificent bedroom. We are leaving now but I would like to book another session for about a month's time if you can take us."

I looked at the diary and noted that it was Christmas when we were expecting two groups, so I suggested a date in early January which was readily agreed.

By now it was early afternoon and we still had several couples to see. I was not worried as some of them were staying overnight in any case but I wanted to get through at least two more before our evening meal. I checked the records and found that our next couple were Mr James & Mrs Frances Lovelace. I knew nothing about them so I decided that I would invite them into my study for drinks and a chat first. When they arrived I could see that they were rather nervous and were not sure what to say so I suggested they might like a drink and a chat. This loosened them up and they explained that they had tried spanking each other and enjoyed the experience but were not sure how far they could go and how much they wanted. Having seen us in the cellar they had put their names down but now they were nervous. I tried to put them at their ease and told them that what happened was private between them and me and nobody else would be present. I would start on them and see how far they wanted to go before I stopped. I would stop when they wanted. They agreed to try this and we finished the drinks and went down to the cellar.

Once we were inside I told them we would now travel step by step. I had arranged for Fiona to join us and she would deal with Mr Lovelace while I spanked his wife. I sat down on a chair and asked Mrs Lovelace to come and lay across my lap. She came and lay across while I explained that I was now going to give her a good hand-spanking. This would warm her bottom up as well get her into the right state for the rest. "SMACKK!" I brought my hand down hard on her dress and continuedc like this for several minutes while I also massaged her bottom. After about two dozen spanks I lifted the hem of her dress and moved it so that her knickers were now exposed. The bum cheeks which peeped out either side of her knickers were beginning to redden up well and she certainly had not shown any alarm. I then continued spanking until after a further two dozen or so I told her that I was going to lower her knickers as the final smacks must be delivered on the bare bum to be effective. She glanced at her husband and nodded. I slipped my fingers into the elastic at the top and gently eased them down. She raised her body to allow them to slip below her thighs. She then settled herself again and after one or two smoothing touches I started spanking again. This time the sound startled her but other than that she showed no adverse reaction. I continued on the bare bum for another thirty spanks before I told her that she had received enough and her bottom was nicely warm Had she enjoyed it? She nodded and said that her bum tingled but she felt warm. I then told her I was going to give her thrity strokes with the strap on her bare bottom while she was bent over the flogging block. I explained that she would now have a safeword which she could call out at anytime to stop me otherwise I would deliver the full thirty using the amount of force I felt necessary.

She confirmed that she understood and told me to go ahead. She shuffled over to the flogging block and bent over it while Fiona held her hands. I took up the lightweight strap, adjusted my position, and prepared to strike checking the aim of the strap. "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", the first stroke landed and I saw her tense up. Fiona whispered in her ear and she relaxed again. "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", the strap landed full across both buttocks making them glow. I knew the importance now was to attain a rhythm which would allow her to relax and accept the strap. "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", the strap continued its strokes until the first dozen had landed. I stopped and rand my hands over her bum. I called her husband forward and suggested he might like to feel them. He did so and also gave them a gentle massage. I then prepared for the next twelve and applied these with the same force and precision as the first. Frances by now seemed happy with her state and was not reacting at all except with the odd wriggle and a slight panting. I checked the state of her again and told her that I was now going to make these last six really hurt so that she could see the next level of the strap. I now took up a medium strap and "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", I brought it down smartly making sure that she had no opportunity to call staop as the strokes landed. I stopped massaged the bum cheeks and lifting her up congratulated her and asked how she felt.

"It was very strange Sir John, When you started I was frightened but although your hands and the strap stung and I wanted you to stop yet after every stroke I was waiting eagerly for the next one. Can you understand because I am not sure that I can?"

I laughed, "That is how we all feel we want the next stroke to be the last but when we have received it we are eagerly waiting for the next one. You are definitely one of us. You have had enough today and if your husband enjoys it as much with Fiona then why don't you both come back another time and we can explore further."

Now it was the turn of James Lovelace and Fiona dealt with him in exactly the same way. I could see by the end that his cock was beginning to show signs of activity which he was trying to conceal with difficulty. I told him not to worry as what was happening to him had also happened to his wife although it didn't show and I suggested that they might like to return to their room to compare bums and other things. They laughed, thanked me and confirmed that they would certainly be returning. Fiona looked at me quizzically.

"I need a dozen with the Thai cane and then a good rogering. Have we time?"

I confirmed we had time and within seconds she was undressed and bending over the block while I took up the cane. I was wanting this after being so gentle with the couple and Fiona knew that she could expect no mercy as "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", "WHIPP!", SMACKK!", the Thai cane powered in leaving its own special marks. The dozen were soon given and Fiona stayed there opening up her bum cheeks' "Quick, in my arse".

My trousers were off and my pole was thrust in past the spincther without any cream as she squealed but we were too hot to wait and the bout was short and brutal before we both came at the same time.

We cleaned up then left for the office to see who was the next appointment. Looking through the schedule I saw that the parents of Elizabeth Smithson had booked and appointment and I asked Joyce Slater to find them for me.

When they arrived I saw a tall slim couple whose looks were certainly mirrored in their daughter. They shook hands and explained that they were keen spankers who used the rod regularly but wanted the chance to see each other being severely caned. I asked what they meant by 'severely' and they explained that they usually ended up with three dozen strokes of the cane. As far as they knew this was their limit but if I liked to push further then they were willing to try. I stood up took the cellar key from my drawer and invited them to join me.

We walked down to the cellar and after entering they told me how impressed they were by the facilities and they were looking forward to the session. I showed them some of my canes and suggested that I used the Headteacher's cane on both of them. As we were pushing limits I would try for sixty strokes but I would give them each a safe word which allow them to stop me if they needed to. I explained that the reason for this was that people quite often enjoyed shouting 'stop' or 'no more' as part of the experience with no more meaning than any other shouting but the safe-word was a instant stop signal. They said they understood and I then asked which order they wanted to be caned in. Mr Smithson confirmed that it was to be him first. I told him to get undressed and as this was entering new territory for both of them I would strap him to the block. He undressed and I could see that although he was tall and slim his calves and thighs were well formed and his bum, although not broad, was substantial and could accept a good beating without harm. He bent over the block and I fastened him down before taking up my cane and swishing it through the air a few times. I said that I would give the strokes in blocks of twelve resting between each group.

I raised the cane tested my position and then "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", brought it down sharply. I continued at five second intervals until the first twelve had been administered and then looked at his bottom. The marks were showing up well and he was fine to continue. I continued until I had dealt the three dozen and then told him we were now into unknown territory. His was the decision as to how far to continue and I would give the full sixty unless he used his safeword. He thanked me and told me to continue. "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", I powered the strokes home, first to forty -two and then forty-eight. He was now clearly in pain but he would not give up so "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", we passed fifty and were into the last ten. I wanted to see his limits so intended to make these strokes telling. By fifty-six I could see that he was beginning to reach his limit so I encouraged him with "Only four more". "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", these flogged a very sore and raw bum but he stuck it out and "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", only cracked when the last stroke had landed. He collapsed for a minute over the block while I unstrapped him. Both I and his wife helped him to his feet and he walked over to the bench and lay face down. "That pushed me to my limit. I could not have stood one more stroke and kept wanting to use my safe-word but decided to wait till after the next one and then it ended. By God it was an incredible experience and I shall certainly come again."

I now invited his wife to stand up and undress ready for her treatment and I really had a treat here. She must have been a model because her method of undressing was as erotic as any I have seen. First the long dress unfastened all the way down the front and peeled off like a skin. She was not wearing any petticoats so she stood there in her black silk brassiere and panties with a matching suspender belt and sheer black stockings. Each garment came off as though she was doing a striptease and she watched me out of the corner of her eye to see my reaction. I had a feeling that she would be visiting the school on her own before long and there would be more than just the cane involved.

When she was stripped I could see that she had every justification for her pride as she had the longest and most elegant legs I had seen with a fleecy blonde bush covering her vagina at the join. Her slim waist had a well formed pair of firm buttocks supporting it and her breasts would have made an angel weep. Full but not overlarge they were topped with pointed nipples which already stood out with the emotion of the moment. I motioned her to the block and reminded her of the safe word as I fastened her down. The same conditions applied as with her husband. She nodded in acceptance and I prpared to start. Although I am willing to cane men my inclination is caning the perfect female bottom and here was a canvas for an artist to paint on.

I took my place at her side and "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", struck the first blow. It sunk into the bum cheeks and I heard a sigh from her. "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", stroke after stroke landed as I concentrated onthe lower part of the bum and it was taking on a bright red colour with the lines of each stroke clearly deliniated. After the first twelve I went behind her and massaged the bum noting the springiness and resiliance. I went back to my task and "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", these next dozen landed higher up on the crown of the bum just above the first ones so that by now every space was covered. I again checked and this time allowed my fingers to slide between her legs. I could feel the juices rising and she gently pushed into my hand. Time for the next dozen and these landed across the area of the first raising brusies on the bruises already showing. Massaging her buttocks I asked her if she was still ready to go on. She was crying gently but smiled through the tears and replied,"Please don't stop I need this. Keep caning as heard as you have been doing."

I took up the cane again and "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", continued to cane her. At three dozen as with her husband I warned her that she was now in unknown territory and to remember her safe-word and I would stop immediately. She nodded and adjusted her stance "SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!","SWISHH!", "CRACKK!", I was still caning with regularity when at forty-six strokes she called out her safe-word. I stopped immediately and gently massaged her bum before unfastening and handing her over to her husband. She was crying, as much in frustration at giving in as with the pain but I told her that she should not be upset she had been very brave and gone well beyond what could have been expected of her. The next time she would find that she would want more than this. I kissed her on the cheek and handed her over to her husband. They both got dressed and thanked me saying they would be in touch and as they went out of the door she rushed back to pickup something she had forgotten. She whispered that she would be in touch for a PRIVATE session, a word which she emphasised as she touched the front of my trousers. She then followed her husband upstairs. to their room.

I returned to my office and told Joyce that I was glad for the end of a very long and busy day.