The Story of Thao

This story is part of a series depicting, graphic consensual and semi-consensual corporal punishment in the form of caning. It also describes Thao's personal development and evolving relationship with her neighbours, Aimee and Christopher. This story describes lesbian, heterosexual, bisexual, and group sex, femdom bondage, and graphic descriptions of spanking in the form of paddling and caning. If any of this offends you, you may prefer to stop reading.

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 4)

Aimee

It excited me that Thao would take a paddle to Christopher without a reason. Although I enjoyed caning him, he always earned his punishment by displeasing me in one way or another. I was not naïve enough to believe the punishment always fitted the crime. Eighteen hard strokes of Mr Whippy across his bare arse for admiring our pretty neighbour or twenty-four for wanting to fuck her might be considered harsh, but that was what I deemed appropriate. I know that some wives would have said nothing or sulked and withheld sexual favours, but I am not some wife. Instead, I enjoyed both a good hard fuck and the pleasure of administering a couple of sound canings to a pair of deserving male buttocks.

For Thao, Christopher's masculinity was reason enough for her to want to beat him. That and the sexual pleasure it gave her, and I wondered whether she was more honest than I was. Maybe one day I should do the same - summon him with no warning to the dining room, tie him bent over and naked to the table, apply two dozen pitiless cane strokes to his bare bottom, and enjoy the sight and sounds of it all.

I know that he wouldn't complain - not before or afterwards at least. During punishment, It is my job and my pleasure to make sure that he complains long and loudly, and I never fail.

Unfortunately, there would be a downside to disciplining him with no warning. If I could bottle what the promise of being stripped naked and flogged does to Christopher's prick, It would outsell any blue pill and make me very rich. In the days before he knows he's going to be punished his prick is permanently ready for use, and when I know that I will soon be caning him I become very horny indeed. Forgive the pun. A perfect fit.

Don't ask me why I like to whip his arse and try to make him plead for me to stop. He has his safe word, "red," but has never once used it. His need to submit and suffer is very real and if he does not understand why he needs to bend over for the cane, it will always stay beyond my comprehension, and I stopped asking why a long time ago.

When we fuck, we gift each other physical pleasure and reinforce our emotional bond. When I whip his bum, he gifts me his trust and submission and I give him dominance and pain, and we reinforce our roles of dom and sub.

***

The evening that Thao spoke to me about paddling Christopher, I returned home at about half past seven in the evening. I had told her I planned to tell him her plans, in expectation of a good hard fucking, and she had spent several minutes describing exactly what was in store for him.

I expected him home from work soon and took out a ready meal from the freezer, ready to be popped into the microwave. When he was not home by eight o'clock I checked my phone for any messages or missed calls but there was nothing, Fifteen minutes later, I rang him, and after several rings, he picked up.

"I'm starting to worry," I said.

"Have you forgotten? I told you I'd be late. It's Jill's leaving do."

"This Friday? I thought it was next week."

"No, It's today."

"OK then. I was beginning to wonder where you were."

"Don't worry I'm fine. I'll be home in a couple of hours."

"Don't drink too much Christopher. You're driving."

And as I put the phone down, I completed the sentence in my mind - and I'm horny.

Quite unfairly and irrationally I found myself getting angry with him even though he had told me about going to the bar after work and I had forgotten. My problem was that I was extremely horny with nobody to fuck me. My fuckbuddies were with their respective husband and wife, and I wondered (for not the first time) whether Thao liked women. Then, I opened a bottle of wine and waited for Christopher to come home. Christopher was better than his word, and just before ten, I heard his key in the front door lock.

"Through here," I shouted, from the kitchen.

He appeared at the door, and I was very pleased to see that he was sober, and my mood lightened.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"No, I had a burger and fries. I'll make myself a cuppa. Do you want one?"

"No thanks, I've got my wine,"

He sat and sipped at the tea and saw me looking across the table at him.

"You've got that look," he said.

"What look?"

"That serious, ' I've got to tell you something look.' What is it? Unexpected bill? Something broken around the house?"

I laughed,

"Am I that transparent? Don't worry, nothing unpleasant like that - or at least nothing I'll find unpleasant although I'm sure you will... I was around at Thao's earlier, and we fixed a date."

"I'm sorry."

"We fixed a date for your paddling. You do remember? She told me she promised you thirty strokes when you fucked her last week. Well, it's been arranged. Two weeks today at ten o'clock in the evening you'll go next door and Thao will keep her promise. You'll have the weekend to recover. I'm sure that you'll need it."

***

A little later we were naked together on the bed. I was kneeling beside him with his dick in my hand and gently wanking him as I quietly told him what to expect.

"First, she's going to make you strip naked, and then she plans to tie you down across her bench. She said she wants your bum held firmly in place so that every stroke lands exactly where she wants it to. Then, when she's ready, Thao will give you thirty hard swats of her new hickory-wood paddle. She won't hurry and will allow you the time to anticipate and feel every stroke. She expects it to hurt like hell and leave your arse swollen and badly bruised. She wants to hear you beg for her to stop but says she'll just keep on spanking you anyway.

She is a sadistic bitch, so don't expect any mercy, and you won't be disappointed. Best of all, I'm going to watch as she thrashes the snot out of you...I am so looking forward to it... I'm going to watch your butt slowly change colour, enjoy your suffering, and jill myself as you get what's coming to you."

As I spoke Christopher listened intently and groaned gently. His eyes remained fixed firmly on me as I continued to taunt him, whilst his dick was swollen and rock-hard between my slowly moving fingers.

"It's just as well that you're a horny bastard before a spanking, because you've now got two women to service. I'm sending you to Thao this Sunday afternoon. Don't worry about me. I'll be getting mine at June's. I suggest you take every opportunity you get in the next fortnight to satisfy Thao completely. You wouldn't want her frustrated when she stands over you and measures her paddle against your bare bum, would you?... Or maybe you would?"

***

My words and hand appeared to have had the effect I wanted. He was staring at me with hunger in his eyes, moaning more loudly, and his prick was like a metal bar in my hand. I slowly pulled his foreskin the whole way down his penile shaft exposing his swollen engorged purple helmet, moist around the meatus with glistening precum... and let go.

As he lay on his back, I straddled him facing and holding the bed board and lowered my cunt slowly onto his mouth. I felt his tongue between my slit and then move up and down until he found my bud. Christopher has a gift for licking pussy. He gives oral better than any man I have ever known and better than most women, and that night he knew exactly how I wanted it.

His tongue was hard against my clitoris as he hungrily lapped at me, forcing my cunt lips apart to concentrate on that most sensitive part of me. As my pleasure grew, and my love juices ran, his tongue continued to do its work, and I ground my sex against his face desperately driving myself towards my orgasm.

In the mirror on the wall in front of me, I could see our reflection and as he tongued me he had his prick in his right hand and was slowly wanking himself.

The climb to my climax was long and slow. He knew how to tease me, keeping me on edge, slowing, pausing, and then starting to lick me once again whilst all the time he worked his cock and kept it hard and ready for what I knew was soon to come.

I love dick. I love to feel it harden in my hand. I love the feel of it inside of me, I love to feel it pulse inside my cunt, my arse, my mouth, between my breasts or thighs, or in my hand when it ejaculates. I love its taste -cut or uncut - the bigger the better. I love the sight of it hard, erect, engorged with blood, and ready to impale me. And if I jerk it to a happy ending, I love to see the sperm arc into the air or ooze slowly out of its swollen bulbous tip.

His cock was thick and swollen in his hand, six inches-plus of straining flesh, the large round mushroom tip glistening in his fist - his tongue was flickering against my sex - I was close to coming - so close - and I knew that when I orgasmed it would only be the first of many as his hard angry cock filled me up and pounded me.

It was finally too much, and my orgasm hit me. I threw my head back, arched my back, and arms flailing, hands clawing uselessly at the air, I screamed and took it. As my thighs trembled and my cunt and anus spasmed, wave after wave of ecstasy continued to roll through me. I started to recover but then rough hands took hold of me, pressed me hard against the mattress on my belly and I felt his long hard manhood slide deep inside of me from behind. There was no resistance to his entry. My cunt was a sopping wet wide-open hole easily filled with Christophers' prick.

He fucked me. He fucked me like an animal. His cock was like a jackhammer as he thrust himself into me. The bed board banged against the wall, the mattress creaked, his balls slapped against my bum cheeks, my pussy farted, he groaned, and I wailed. Within seconds I began to orgasm again. He didn't stop. My cries of ecstasy drove him on as he rammed himself back and forth inside of me and my orgasm seemed endless.

Then when I thought I could take no more, his strokes shortened, he shuddered, and I felt his warm semen flood inside of me before he finally stopped moving and rolled away.

I lay with my head on his chest. Our skin was slick with our sweat, and I could feel his seed and my juices dripping from my pussy, still tingling from his attention.

"Is that how you fuck her?" I asked.

"Two things you don't ask about a lady, her age and how she behaves in bed."

"Thao's no lady. She's all woman I'm sure."

I giggled.

"I'm your wife. Don't you think I have a right to know?"

"Does the thought of me fucking her turn you on."

"Ohhhh yes," I murmured.

He raised himself on one elbow and looked down at me. He paused,

"I've been thinking. You could watch... Maybe even join in,"

He waited expectantly for me to say something and all I did was smile. I think he thought his brazenness had just earned him another caning.

"I've said too much," he mumbled." Forget I said anything."

"How could I forget such a wonderfully wicked idea?" I replied. " Now do you ask her, or shall I?

Ten minutes later he was asleep, but sleep evaded me. I was far too excited by what Christopher had suggested. In my mind's eye, I watched tiny innocent-looking Thao kneeling naked on the bed whilst Christopher knelt behind her, slowly pushed his penis into her vagina, and fucked her as he had just fucked me. I wondered at the tightness of the fit - she is small, and he has been blessed by nature. and I wondered if she was a screamer or took it quietly instead.

I wanted to find out, and now thinking about it had made me so fucking horny all over again. I looked at Christopher who was quietly sleeping, opened my bedside drawer, and found my wand. Then, with my legs spread wide, as it gently buzzed, I placed the tip between my thighs, lay back, and thought of Thao.

I was close to my second wand-induced orgasm of the night when Christopher awoke, threw back the duvet, and saw what I was up to. Within moments his dick was hard again, and he rolled over, lay between my legs, and slid it into me.

"She's inexperienced but very keen to learn, multiorgasmic, and very noisy when she comes...and I'll ask her," he said, before starting to fuck me again.

***

Thao

Christopher chose his moment well when he told me that Aimee wanted to join us in bed. We had just had sex, I had come many times over, and I was in that calm orgasm-induced state of mind where the question neither shocked nor offended me. The moment that he hesitantly broached the idea I was intrigued.

In the space of a few short years, I had travelled from being a neglected wife with no sex life to a self-assured, other-woman who screwed and disciplined her next-door married neighbour. I had never dreamt that I could cane a man and enjoy it so much. Now I was being offered the opportunity to experience something new. I had told Aimee I wasn't gay but now I wasn't quite so sure. I was certainly inquisitive. Lately, I realised she fancied me and wondered, "What if?"

I had recently heard a quote which resonated with me. I didn't know where it had come from, but it seemed to me to be a good way to live life. "Regret the things you haven't done and not the things you have."

I didn't leave Christopher waiting long for an answer. I chose my words carefully.

"Tell her, I thought she'd never ask. You're both welcome in my bed anytime. Together or separately"

If Christopher was surprised or excited by my answer he didn't show it but just smiled.

"Remember," I said, "to tell her exactly those words."

"Don't worry. I will, I promise."

Later that evening, the phone rang. It was Aimee.

"I'm on an early shift Tuesday and Christophers is on a late."

"Come over at half past five and bring some toys," I replied.

***

On Tuesday afternoon, I arrived home at five o'clock and quickly showered, washed and dried my hair, and slipped on a dressing gown. I have a penchant for being clean and smelling nice for those around me - especially for the limited, but growing number, of people I plan to fuck.

Aimee was on time. It was a chilly Toronto day, and the sun was already low on the horizon, and she hurried into the house when I opened the kitchen door. Wearing only a white tee shirt and jeans she had not dressed for the weather, and after she slipped her trainers off I saw she was barefooted.

She walked over to the table, put down the bag that she was carrying, returned to where I was standing, and kissed me full on the lips. I stretched up to kiss her back, tasted her strawberry lipstick, and smelt her freshly washed hair. We kissed for what seemed an age and then I felt her tugging at my belt before she gently put her hands on my shoulders, pushed my flimsy gown onto the floor, and revealed my naked body.

She took a step backwards and looked at me. I watched her eyes move unhurriedly from my feet to my face lingering a little longer on my sex and then my breasts. She smiled.

"You are very beautiful. Please let me see the rest of you."

I wheeled around and let her see my bum and felt her eyes bore into me, and I shivered and felt goosebumps. At that moment I felt so naked and so wickedly sexy, and desperately wanted her to like what she saw.

I needn't have worried. When I turned to face her, she was looking hungrily at me and her arousal was obvious. Her lips were moist, her pupils dilated, and her nipples erect under her shirt.

"Oh my."

"How long do we have?"

"Until nine o'clock at least."

"Come to bed."

She followed me up the stairs and into the bedroom and I lay on the bed and waited.

She was standing at the end of the bed looking down at me. Just then I realised that she had taken great care when selecting her clothes. In public, she might have been arrested for indecency. She rarely wore jeans and certainly not the ones she presently had on. The denim looked as if it had been spray painted onto her, accentuating her big round bum and wide thigh gap. Between her legs, her vaginal slit was clearly outlined, where the cloth, made wet by her secretions, was clinging tightly against it. Under her thin white tee, the outline of her boobs and nipples could be seen. She smiled.

"My turn," I said. "Are you going to do a striptease for me?"

"There's not much to strip," she said, as she unbuttoned her jeans, peeled them off, and placed them on a chair.

She wore no panties and was naked from the waist down, and for the first time, I saw her well-toned muscular thighs framing her bald fleshy labia and slit.

"Oh, Aimee, you are so fucking sexy, "

She didn't reply immediately, but simply removed her top, and her massive floppy big-nippled boobs swung free.

"You have no idea," she replied. "Now, I'm going to show you how two women fuck."

***

The next time all three of us were not working and well rested at the same time was Saturday morning. This was when I planned to welcome Christopher and Aimee to my bed. I slept late the previous evening, and it was not the best night's sleep I have ever had. I had gone to bed looking forward to the morning as if I were a child on the night before Tết Trung thu and had had a broken night's sleep and woken early. My dreams had been of being fucked by Christopher and then by Aimee with a strap-on, and other things that I could not quite remember. It must have been arousing because I woke at around seven with pulsing rhythmic contractions in my cunt and anus and a feeling of deep relaxation and realised I must have climaxed in my sleep.

After that, there was nothing to do, so I got up, had a long relaxing bubble bath, and dressed, prepared a cup of Vietnamese coffee and a plate of spring rolls, and had breakfast.

I was expecting Aimee and Christopher to come over later in the morning when around nine o'clock the phone rang,

"Good morning, Thao, can you come to us this morning instead of us coming to you? I didn't tell Christopher what's happening this morning. I wanted it to be a surprise and now he's tied up around the house."

"Whatever suits you is fine."

"Great. What time can we expect you?"

"When's good for you? I'm ready now."

"Then come over in a quarter of an hour. I'll unlock the backdoor for you, Don't knock. Come in and lock the door behind you. I'll be in bed with Christopher. Come into our bedroom naked. Please don't be late I'm as horny as hell."

"Then I'd better hurry. Seen you in a little while."

***

I stood outside their bedroom door and waited for a moment. I was not completely naked but wore a pair of thigh-length black silk stockings that accentuated my bum and freshly shaved slit, and I felt more naked than I had ever felt,

I knocked and entered, and just for a few moments, I stood still in surprise. When Aimee said that Christopher was tied up she had not been speaking figuratively. To the right of the door, stood a large double bed. He was sitting with his back to the bedboard, arms outstretched and tied to each corner, with his legs spread wide by a metal spreader bar attached to his ankles. Between his legs, kneeling with her bum in the air, was Aimee, sucking on his cock whilst simultaneously fingering herself.