Author's note: This story contains graphic descriptions of semi-consensual corporal punishment in the form of caning. If this is offensive to you, please be warned, and don't read on.
All the participants in this story are adults over the age of eighteen years. As usual, none of the characters depicted are real and any similarity to real places or people living or dead is purely coincidental.
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The Story of Thao (Part 2)
Six weeks after I first helped Aimee to cane Christopher, my part-time career started. It wasn't planned but it just happened.
One evening in early September, there was a tap on my kitchen door at the back of the house, and when I looked through the window, Aimee was standing on the patio outside. I opened the door and beckoned her inside.
"I'm not interrupting anything, I hope," she said.
"No. I've just eaten and was about to make coffee. Would you like a cup?"
"Please."
Aimee sat at the kitchen table whilst I made the coffee and returned with two mugs of steaming liquid. As she sipped her drink, I spoke.
"How's Christopher?"
"Behaving himself - unfortunately. Don't worry I'll find an excuse soon, and you can try your paddle on him."
She was referring to a hickory wood paddle that had been made to order and had arrived by post a week earlier. She paused.
"In the meantime, I want to ask you something."
My ears pricked up.
"Why do I wonder what's coming?" I asked. "The last time you asked me for a favour I ended up with a cane in my hand."
Aimee laughed.
"You've read my mind. Will you listen to what I have to say?"
"Fire away."
"Have I ever spoken to you about Julia?"
"Who?"
"Julia. She is one of my oldest friends. We've known each other all our lives. She's exceptionally intelligent and hardworking and I have always admired her, and we were inseparable for all our time at school. She's married to a real bastard whom I have never liked. I never understood their marriage. She's short and plain-looking, but bright, bubbly, intelligent, humourous, and generous, whilst he's tall and handsome, but stupid, lazy, and idle. She owns her own company and is filthy rich, so I understand why he married her. She even gave him a management position. What I never understood is what she sees in him.
Last week, she rang me to ask me out for lunch and a catchup chat. We have both been very busy lately and I hadn't seen her for a month or two, but from the tone of her voice, I wondered if something was wrong. It turned out that I was right.
When I had lunch with Julia today, she told me that Bill, her husband, had been having an affair. The dull bastard left a phone he used to contact his mistress, where Julia could find it. He's been shagging his secretary for the last six months. Julia was livid and was planning to divorce him when I spoke to her today. He's pleaded with her to give him a second chance and has promised her he will end the affair. He was discrete at least, and nobody else knew anything was going on. He's desperate because he signed a prenup and will walk away with no money and no job after four years of marriage.
Julia told me that she's not sure that she ever loved him, and knows her marriage is one of convenience for both.
'He's good-looking, can play the part, is useful to have on my arm for business meets, and he's a wonderful fuck. Even when he was fucking his bitch he was still able to give me plenty. He married me for my money, and not my looks although I am a fucking good screw and remarkably oversexed' she said.
I told her that I was confused by why she would worry if a man she didn't love had sex with someone else. She explained that it wasn't the act that concerned her but the damage to her reputation that it risked, and in her business reputation and money were inextricably linked.
'His secretary! My employee! He was shitting on my doorstep,' she said."
Aimee paused before continuing to speak.
"That was when I thought of you."
"Aimee, you didn't?"
"Oh, I did."
"What did you say?"
"I asked her what she wanted most, and she told me that she wanted him to be punished and suffer for what he had done, and while marriage to him was convenient, she couldn't see how it could continue even If she wanted it to. That was when I told her how she could have her cake and eat it. I suggested she take him to a dominatrix for a damn good bare-bottom caning and a promise of more if he ever strayed again, and any talk of divorce could go on hold. I told her that not only was a proper Judicial caning exceedingly painful but that it was also a fitting punishment - pain for illicit physical pleasure.
At first, she was unconvinced, but then she asked me how I knew so much, and I told her I knew a lady who might be willing to help...."
"Me?"
"You."
"What have you told her about me?"
"Nothing at all. I told her I would speak to you first and get back to her, and that discretion on everybody's part was very important. I think she believes that you have punished Christopher for me even though I said nothing regarding this. What happens next is up to you. Just promise you'll think about it. You'll get the opportunity to tie a selfish, adulterous, male bastard down and cane his naked arse, and you'll be paid to do it."
When it was put like that, it was obvious what my answer would be.
***
Two evenings later, the phone rang. When I picked up, I heard a soft female voice at the end of the line.
"I'd like to speak to Miss Nguyen please."
"Speaking."
"Hello, I am Julia Lawton."
"Oh hello, I've been expecting your call. Aimee told me that you might ring."
"I'm a little embarrassed. I haven't arranged anything like this before."
Inwardly, I smiled, that makes two of us, I thought.
"Don't be," I said. "I offer a discrete and extremely proficient service. Have you decided that you wish me to punish your husband?"
