Author's note: This story contains graphic descriptions of consensual corporal punishment in the form of caning and references to paddling. 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 3)
Christopher
June
I still remember how beautiful I thought Thao was when I first saw her. It was a Saturday afternoon in early June, and she had just moved in next door. We were having a barbecue, and Aimee had thought it would be a good idea to invite her over and welcome her to the neighbourhood. Thao appeared wearing a tight-fitting yellow floral dress. She was tiny, and graceful in the way she moved, and her beautiful smile gave the impression of innocence and vulnerability. Since then, I have learnt that she is neither of these. Her beauty and grace belie her well-hidden and implacable cruelty and her need to inflict pain, and her childlike tiny frame gives no hint of the strength of her arm or her insatiable need for sex.
Unfortunately, Aimee noticed me admiring Thao, and I knew then that I was in trouble. Aimee was on the other side of the yard from me when, just for a moment, Thao had her back to me and I took the opportunity to appraise her small tight bum. That was also the moment that Aimee chose to look across at me, and I saw first a look of disapproval and then a brief smile of pleasure cross her face. Shortly after that, when I was alone at the barbecue and turning the steaks, she arrived by my side.
She smiled at me.
"Pretty, isn't she?" she said sweetly.
"I hadn't noticed."
Her voice and expression grew more serious.
"You haven't even asked who I'm talking about, Christopher, so I know you are lying.
She paused, and now her tone was very serious. She spoke softly so that nobody would hear her and continued to smile.
"What happens to liars, Christopher?"
I hesitated before I spoke.
"They get punished, Aimee."
"Yes, of course they do. We both know you were admiring our new neighbour. I saw you looking when you thought no one else was. You were leering and it was rude. What happens to rude people, Christopher?"
"They get punished, Aimee."
"That's right... severely. Just as you will be later when our guests have left. For now, you can think about what you'll be getting from me. A good hard bare bum caning..."
Before she could say anymore, I saw Thao approach holding a glass of wine in her hand. I remember her dainty hand with its beautifully manicured slender fingers. Little did I know how she would use them on me in the future - either in her bed or standing behind me with an instrument of chastisement in her hand. For now, however, that was in our future.
"I wanted to catch you together," she said. "Thank you so much for inviting me."
"We're both very glad you could make it," replied Aimee with a happy smile.
I knew she was thinking of the punishment that I had earned, and she would enjoy giving me. This was to be the first of many thrashings that Thao was responsible for, but the only one that she had no direct part in delivering.
Thinking back, I'm not sure that, on this occasion, Thao bore any blame. I had not been disciplined for over a month and a beating was long overdue. The marks from my previous caning had faded and my bum was a pristine white.
Aimee once told me that she liked my buttocks most when they were pale and unmarked or freshly scored after a caning. That afternoon she was looking for a reason to discipline me and if I hadn't been caught admiring Thao, I'm sure she would have found something else.
I spent the afternoon in an agony of waiting, torn between fear and excitement. I didn't know exactly what to expect other than she was going to cane my bare bottom, that it would be extremely painful indeed, and by the time she was finished my bum cheeks would be swollen, bruised, and deeply ridged. She never gave me less than eighteen or more than thirty-six strokes, but the high number had only been given once for a very serious transgression when I had totalled the car, the previous year.
Sometimes she was clothed and sometimes naked during a punishment session. My bum was always bare for my "correction." If she planned to deliver over eighteen strokes I was tied down over the table and didn't have to count. For a "minor infringement" I was required to bend over a chair and hold on tight. That was easier said than done, and lifting hands or feet incurred penalty strokes.
My prick was hard inside my trousers as I moved amongst our guests, and I hoped nobody would notice my bulging groin. Predictably, Aimee did, but I comforted myself with the thought that she knew what to expect following our brief conversation. Partway through the afternoon I went upstairs to the bathroom and Aimee followed me. She caught up with me in the corridor, pushed me gently against the wall, kissed me hard and briefly on the lips, and then I felt her hand against my hardness,
"You'll have to hold yourself to piss, she whispered. But heaven help you if you wank. I'll double the number of strokes. I swear I will. And no more alcohol. I want you stone-cold sober when I deal with you."
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It's not so easy to make small talk to your friends when you know your wife will soon be caning you, but I did my best. If I was more subdued than normal, nobody noticed. Aimee's mood was buoyant and elated and she was full of bonhomie. Normally when she and I are together in public she does not boss me about but that afternoon she could not help herself. I remember Thao mentioning her garden gate was broken and Aimee volunteered me to fix it. Eventually, that became a reason for another caning, but that's a different story.
By nine o'clock, people were starting to leave and by half past, when the light was starting to fade significantly, everybody had gone. Thao had kindly offered to help clear up, but Aimee had declined.
"Christopher will see to it but thank you anyway" she replied.
Aimee was the last to leave. Aimee said goodbye to her and returned to the kitchen where I was filling the dishwasher with dirty plates.
"Make sure everything is in from the yard," she said. "Check the barbecue gas is disconnected. Put everything you can in the dishwasher and wash the rest. Leftovers go in the fridge and trash outside. Then clean and tidy up. Whilst you do all this, I am going to have a long hot bath and then watch TV. When you have finished you can have a bath too. After that, please go to the bedroom and wait."
A little over ninety minutes later, I heard Aimee coming upstairs, and moments later she entered the bedroom where I sat on the bed waiting. She was naked and, in her hand, she held her favourite cane. It was a yard-long Kooboo cane about the thickness of my little finger. She called it "Mr Whippy." I saw her look across at my groin and erect penis, rock hard in anticipation of the flogging I was about to experience.
She walked over towards the bed, looked down at me, and smiled.
"You won't be hard after eighteen good strokes of Mr Whippy across your bum, but I have a better idea. First, you're going to fuck me, and then I'm going to cane you. The promise of your pain appears to be an aphrodisiac for both of us, fucking makes me want to hit you harder, and after sex, you'll feel the cane more keenly. Win-win I'd say."
