I first met Gill when she was eighteen, she looked like a breath of fresh air, and we met in a biker heavy rock bar where everyone was wearing denim and leather. But she wore a summer floral print dress that was quite short, about mid thigh length along with oversized work boots without laces in them. She had an hour glass figure 36-26-36, her breasts were perky enough to stand upright, about a C-cup, with her nipples sticking through the dress, proving she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her bottom was quite tight and firm and stood to attention and there was no sign of a panty line under her dress which was reasonable tight in all the right places. Although we were in Sheffield in the North of England where most people looked pale, she had a golden natural tan with blue eyes and shoulder length blonde straight hair.

We didn’t date for seven years after meeting and only then for just less than two years, mainly sex and not much else; sex in public places was her thing. Eventually work separated us and I moved away. We bumped into each other a few years later and dated again for a year or so, before this time our jobs separated us once more.

Three years past and we bumped into each other again, she was out with a few of her mates, and she was quite merry and introduced me to her mates as her favourite fuck buddy. To which I frowned and said hello to her friends then told her I’d catch her later as she was obviously pissed. She asked for my mobile number and said she would text me hers. We left and went our separate ways.

A few weeks later I got a strange text, it said Hi it’s Gill, forgot to tell you I got married last year. Do you still live in the same flat; can I come over in an hour or so? I need a chat; I have something to ask you. I said ok. And that’s when things started to get interesting.

She came over to my flat; she was wearing a short summer dress and big clumpy work boots, nothing new there as she always used to wear this kind of gear when we first dated. A style she wore well. She didn’t mess around, took me by the hand and led me in to the bedroom where she undid my jeans pulled them down, pushed me on the bed and started giving me a blow job. Still quite shocked I blurted out; I thought you said you were married? She momentarily stopped said shush I explain shortly, then carried on until she slurped it all down and climbed on top of me, pulling her dress over her head just leaving a white lace thong on. I asked if wearing a thong was a married thing, as she never wore underwear when we dated.

She laughed, said I have a no questions asked deal for you, I will come over and do what I just did and then you will spank me for as long and as hard as you like and use whatever you want as long as you don’t draw blood. Do we have a deal?

I said ok, who wouldn’t she was a very fit blonde now in her mid thirties, no wrinkles, a long tongue and was one of only a couple of girls I knew who could deep throat me. It was a no brainer.

On that occasion I didn’t really know her thresholds so I gave her a 10 minute otk hand spanking, 20 minute hard slippering laid over a pillow on the bed. This was followed by thirty six strokes of the cane whilst bent over, touching her toes. At the end, she was panting but not crying. I asked her how she felt. After catching her breath she said, you really didn’t hold back did you? I said I could make it harder and longer if that’s what she wanted. She smiled and said, leave that for next time, I’ll be in touch, got dressed and left.

A week or so passed and she phoned once more and asked to come over, I was busy but agreed for her to call round a little later. When she arrived she asked if we could go for a walk in the woods opposite where I lived. I said ok and off we went. These woods were used as a nature trail by the school nearby and as a shortcut for people who were going to the hospital as it was a lot quicker than travelling right round. So they were busier than most wooded areas.

After about ten minutes we left the main path for a clearing, about hundred yards away, often used by local kids at night. The ground was littered with beer cans and cider bottles as well as a couple of fire pits. Gill told me she wanted me to cut some switches and use them to cane her. I went off to find a couple that were suitable, when I returned she was naked except for her boots and bent over a fallen tree. She asked me to use both switches together and give her at least fifty hard strokes across her bottom. I only managed 28 before the switches broke. I fetched another four and gave her the remaining 32 using all four together like a birching.

Afterwards she knelt in front of me and paid for her beating as arranged. Then she got dressed and I walked her back to her jeep. She left her knickers hanging from the branch near where she had been bent over saying it would give the kids something to think about. We kissed and said goodbye.

It was over a month before her next visit; she turned up without calling first and asked if there were any pubs in the area that did a reasonably good lunch. I told her there was one that had reasonably good food at a fair price, but the beer range wasn’t to my liking and it had a reputation for being a bit rough on match days. Luckily today wasn’t a match day, so she offered to take me for lunch, her treat and she would drive us there. Gill owned a white Suzuki Grand Vitara Jeep which she has bought years previous.

We drove over to the pub and pulled up in the car park near to the, kids play area and went in for lunch. While chatting over lunch, she apologised for not ringing first, but she had been visiting her husband at work which was only ten minutes away. She was wearing a black roll neck sweater dress and her usual oversized work boots, she told me that she had forgotten to put any underwear on, I figured that she was flirting as her not wearing underwear wasn’t unusual.

The conversation soon moved on to spanking when she asked me if I had ever spanked anyone in a pub, I told her I had spanked Karen a couple of time in a pub car park and Julia in a pub bar. She then asked if the spankings had been on their bare bottoms, I said no, both of Karen’s had been over her jeans and Julia’s has been over her dress, although a couple of smacks had probably struck her bare legs as her dress had been short.

She smiled, and licked her lips provocatively. She suggested that after lunch I should spank her in the car park on her bare bottom. I said that would probably be a bad idea as we were parked near the children’s play area. She pondered for a moment then agreed. We left and she asked if I would be alright getting home on my own as she had to pick her husband up, I said yes that was fine as there was a shortcut through the park and it would only take 10 minutes to walk it. We kissed and I thanked her for lunch before heading off.

A few days later she phoned me and told me she couldn’t get the thought of getting spanked in a pub car park in public out of her head. This reminded me of our dating days, and having sex in pub beer gardens. It was literally making her wet just talking about it. She asked me to think of a quiet pub with a car park where we could drive in, spank her and drive out without too much of a problem and she would come round the following week.

This first car park spanking was a short affair, Gill turned up in short white denim shorts and a vest with large arm holes which left little to the imagination due to her being braless as usual. We drove to the pub just around the corner from where I lived, a pub I didn’t like very much if at all and which was frequented by football fans drinking bottled lager as the draught beers were undrinkable due to poor cellarmanship.

The pub had a reasonably big car park in front of it and a driveway to the rear car park, which was used to serve the pubs five-a-side football pitch and changing which were under the pub.