The Story of Thao

This story is part of a series depicting, graphic consensual and semi-consensual corporal punishment. It also describes Thao's personal development and evolving relationship with her neighbours, Aimee and Christopher, and in this story a dominatrix called Maxine This story describes lesbianism and graphic descriptions of caning. If 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 5)

The Story of Thao (Part 5)

Thao

In the summer of 1994, I was still trying to find myself and was in some confusion. Thanks to my neighbour, Aimee, I had discovered I was a sexual sadist and whilst It is unlikely I would have lived my life without any knowledge of this, I am sure she played a large part in making me what I became. I had known for some time that I was a misandrist and disliked and distrusted most men. I had good personal reasons for that of course, but lately, I had discovered that I might be capable of loving a man, even while I enjoyed disciplining him. The only problem was that man, Christopher, was Aimee's husband. Fortunately, neither of them knew - at least for certain - how fond of him I had become.

***

One Saturday afternoon in June, Aimee and I visited downtown Toronto. I remember it was a hot, humid day with occasional light drizzle; weather which was reminiscent of the Saigon of my youth. By design, we ended up on West Queen Street where Aimee wanted to visit Black Market Vintage where she could find Levi 301s and a denim jacket.

Back then, the street had a run-down feel about it, but it was crowded with people going about their business. There was a smell of coffee and incense and, through one open doorway, I smelt marijuana. Along with the smells, were the sounds which came from any one of the many record stores. There was also a myriad of vintage clothes shops, bric-a-brac stores, art suppliers, book shops. tattoo parlours, bars, and cafes. Punks and Goths mixed with shoppers, local musicians, curious tourists, and businessmen in suits walking to their offices. We passed a panhandler begging for nickels and dimes.

It was thirsty work, and at some stage we dropped into an indie bar and ordered a coffee and a glass of water each. It was dark and poorly lit inside, the atmosphere hot and thick with cigarette smoke with no air conditioning. The walls were festooned with posters advertising gigs and exhibitions, and a cork board beside the bar was covered in business cards, and ads ranging from searches for bandmembers or roommates to guitar lessons. A cassette player behind the bar played The Band's version of Long Black Veil. We found s rickety, wooden table at the back of the room and sat. It was covered in handwritten flyers, and I idly picked one up and read it.

One on one sessions exploring creative power dynamics via role‑based work. Seeking mature, respectful adults seeking focused, consensual interaction. Discretion essential. Downtown studio. Leave a message: [416-987-4***].

One on one sessions exploring creative power dynamics via role‑based work. Seeking mature, respectful adults seeking focused, consensual interaction. Discretion essential. Downtown studio. Leave a message: [416-987-4***].

"Is this what I think it is?" I asked Aimee.

"If you think it's a dom advertising for customers, you'd be right."

She took a sip of her coffee.

"Christopher doesn't know how lucky he is. He doesn't have to pay and has two beautiful women to warm his arse any time he wants."

She laughed.

"And when he doesn't."

I was intrigued.

"How does it work?" I asked

"A prospective client rings and leaves a message including a first name only and a phone number, and she rings back. She asks a few questions to sound him out and if she's happy they meet somewhere public where they discuss what he wants from a session and the fee. Then they meet in a rented space, or a hotel room."

"You seem to know a lot about it."

"I have a friend."

"You do? You're full of surprises."

"There's an English saying, 'There's nowt as queer as folk.'"

"In Vietnamese we say 'Con người lạ lắm.' People are strange."

***

In the car, whilst we were driving home, I sat quietly with my thoughts. Eventually, Aimee spoke.

"Is there something on your mind?"

"Yes?"

"Spit it out then."

"Your friend, the dom, can I meet her?"

For a moment she said nothing. Then she replied.

"What exactly are you thinking, Thao?"

"I'm interested in what she does."

"She's a high-class dom. Very discrete with a very select clientele."

"She sounds interesting."

"Oh, she is. Very"

"Will you introduce me?"

"I can introduce you, but I can't guarantee she will talk to you..... You're not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking, are you? You're a schoolteacher."

"With a kink to feed," I replied.

***

Three weeks later, Aimee and I met Maxine for dinner at the Revolving Restaurant in the CN Tower. It was a Thursday evening, and we were able to book a table by the window where, 1150 feet in the air, we could watch the Toronto skyline and Lake Ontario slowly pass by as the restaurant completed a revolution once every seventy-two minutes. Far below, the cars looked like tiny dots, To the South was the harbourfront and the green of the Toronto Islands with the blue of Lake Ontario stretching into the distance. Southwest, the Skydome had its roof open, and north, dominating the skyline, but still below us, was the white monolithic skyscraper, First Canadian Place, with its associated cluster of skyscrapers.

When Maxine arrived, she was not what I thought she would be. In my head I had imagined a slim, beautiful seductress whereas in reality she was a very unremarkable thirty-year-old woman of medium height with a full curvy figure. Her features were severe and her dark brown hair was long and unfashionably cut. She wore a simple summer dress with no jewellery. Whilst Aimee and I ordered lobster, Maxine opted for roast chicken and asked for French fries with it. She gave the impression of a very down-to-earth individual.

We had started our main course, and the sun was starting to set when Maxine turned to my reason for wanting to meet her. She kept her voice low.

"Aimee has told me you are interested in what I do. I am only talking to you as a favour to Aimee who is an old friend."

"Thank you."

She waved my thanks away.

"I provide discipline to people who pay me to, and I am exceptionally choosy whom I see. I have a small group of clients and only take new ones if they are referred by somebody I know. My services are very discrete, and my customers trust me completely to keep their confidences. I do not work out of middle budget hotels or a rented space although, when I started out, I did. Nowadays, I visit people's homes or in suites at five-star hotels. I am also very strict about my boundaries. That is very important to me; no sexual contact, scat, golden rain, or needlework, just good old-fashioned spanking."

She paused and gave me a long look.

"Before, you tell me what you want from me, I'd like to see how you handle a cane. Aimee tells me you are very proficient."

"I like to think so."

"Christopher is sure to need a flogging soon," said Aimee. "Maybe you would like to watch Aimee discipline him?"

"Perfect," replied Maxine.

She sat back in her seat and, for now, the topic was closed. Behind her, the sun was dipping below the horizon, and, over the vast inky mass of the lake, the horizon had turned a bright shimmering gold.

***

It was not until early August that Christopher received his caning. I didn't need any excuse to see to it but although I can't remember what it was, Aimee liked to have the pretence of one. Furthermore, Maxine had been away "on business" in Ottawa and this was our first opportunity when Aimee was not working an evening shift.

One Friday evening, the four of us met at my house. Christopher had been told of his impending punishment several days before, and both Aimee and I had both received a good hard fucking as he anticipated the event. He had not been told a third women would watch.

"No need," said Aimee.

At seven sharp, Maxine rang the front doorbell and I let her in. Aimee was already in the lounge drinking a glass of chilled white wine. I offered one to Maxine and continued to drink my orange juice.

"No alcohol until later," I said.

Maxine said nothing, but I could see that she had taken note. For fifteen minutes, we chatted about nothing in particular until, around quarter to eight, Maxine enquired about Christopher.

"He' s upstairs; showered, naked, and stewing, " informed her.

"I'll take him to the den and get him ready," said Aimee." Finish your drink, Maxine, and come when you are ready."

When Aimee, had gone, Maxine turned to me.

"How many strokes are you planning?" she asked.

"Eighteen, I thought."

"A good number. Severe but not excessive. Give the first dozen hard, and the remainder very hard. Show me some control. Do you use a safeword?"

"No, he's being punished and has agreed to it. I'll tell him what he's going to get."

"But you understand when you might use it?"

"Of course."

"OK," she said, and I realised for the first time she was seriously appraising me.

Just before we entered the den, Maxine stopped me.

"I shall watch and take no part in this. Behave as if I'm not here."

"Shall I introduce you?"

"That's entirely up to you."

***

It was a warm and humid Toronto evening, and I wore a short braless slip dress which was both comfortable and allowed me plenty of movement. Bound to the spanking trestle, Christopher was appropriately naked as he waited for me to begin.

Aimee sat in a wooden kitchen chair at the head of the trestle facing Christopher where she could talk to him as he was beaten. Maxine lowered herself into an armchair in the corner of the room behind him. From there, she would have a perfect view of both me and his buttocks. Christopher had not seen her come in but I thought that if he knew she was there it would add further frisson to the occasion.

"We have a guest this evening," I said. "Her name is Miss Welsh. She has come to watch me cane you. Do you want to say anything to her?"

"Good evening, Miss Welsh."

"Good evening, Christopher."

"It's nice to see you haven't lost your manners, " I said to Christopher." But don't for a moment think it's going to make any difference to what's coming to you. A good hard dose of Mr Whippy on your bare bum. I'm going to take it nice and slow and make sure you have time to appreciate every single stroke. Aimee will count. You won't have to do anything."

I walked to the trestle and checked all his bindings were secure. He lay motionless and between his legs, his cock was hard and erect.

"A dozen strokes for your bad behaviour and another half dozen for your lack of self-control and having an erection in front of s lady guest. How many does that make, Christopher?"

"Eighteen."

"That's right. And what do you have to say to me?"

"Please cane me, Thao."

***

I took a firm grip on the cane and took up position just over a yard to his left before laying it gently against his skin. His buttocks were pale white in contrast to the brown of his suntanned legs and back. The faint marks of a previous caning were still visible but very soon they would fade into insignificance compared with the fresh stripes I planned to carve into his flesh.

As I prepared to strike, I could see the barely imperceptible twitching and quivering of his glutes. This involuntary movement, a sign of his anticipation of the exquisite pain I would soon inflict upon him, caused a different involuntary reaction in me, and between my legs I felt a familiar moistness.

I struck without warning, lifting the rod high and behind my head and used the full force of my shoulder and elbow to bring it down in a wide whistling arc to impact, with a loud crack, across the middle of his bum.

No sooner had the cane bounced away, than the thin white chalking appeared as his muscles tightened and relaxed. Within seconds, a thin pink wheal began to form and slowly darken, Christopher made no sound.

"One," said Aimee.

I waited half a minute and repeated the process, adjusting my aim to strike an inch lower. His muscles clenched and a second stripe appeared. This time I heard him draw a breath.

"Two."

A third and then a fourth stroke followed, and now the centre of his bottom sported a two-inch band of crimson flesh and his bum wriggled longer between strokes. He was breathing more heavily now.

I glanced behind me at Maxine, who was sitting with her hands clasped in her lap and her eyes fixed firmly on his behind. Then, I transferred all my attention back to Christopher.

The fifth stroke was a beauty. It caught him a little lower than the first four and was immediately followed by a violent jerking and a cry of despair.

"Five," said. Aimee. "You felt that one, didn't you Lover?"

She stood and walked to the side of the trestle, reached down between his legs, and slid his foreskin up and down.

"That last one was a real prick-hardener," she said before releasing him and returning to her seat.

That was when I hit him again. This time his cry of pain was louder.

After the sixth stroke, I waited a couple of minutes. I had promised him I was not going to rush things, and I had no intention of allowing him a quick end to his punishment. I had already spoken to Aimee and planned out how I planned to proceed. As I stood waiting, looking down at him, she spoke to him.

"Six more and I'm going to wank you off. You won't thank me when Thao gives you the last six. She doesn't want your prick distracting you, and when it's soft they'll be really hard."

She smiled and kissed him on the lips. She was still smiling when I delivered number seven and he yelled in protest.

After that, every cut of the cane elicited a violent jerking of his buttocks and a bellow of agony. It was only with difficulty that I fought an urge to hit him harder, but Maxine wanted me to exercise control, and I comforted myself with the thought that my last half dozen strokes would be more severe. Eventually the full dozen were delivered and the same number of weals had coalesced into a broad wide swathe of red and purple extending over the centre of his arse.

Aimee had risen from where she was sitting and moved to his side. There she knelt and kissed his wounded bottom. That was when I moved to where she had been sitting and sat flexing the cane between my hands whilst Christopher watched me and Aimee slowly masturbated him. Beyond them both, Maxine watched and now she had a smile on her face.

It was only then that I became aware of my own need and of the heat between my thighs. As I watched Aimee, I knew that Christopher would soon have empty balls as well as a very painful arse and he would be unable to extinguish the fire I was feeling, Just then, Aimee looked up at me and a look of understanding passed between us.

"Later," she silently mouthed.

Even though I could not see Aimee's hands under the trestle, I could visualise her long thin fingers moving Christopher's foreskin up and down his hard cock, slowly at first, and then more quickly. I knew how his swollen helmet, first pink then purple, would spit semen as he grunted in release.

Now, as she jerked him, I could see his pleasure growing.

"Do you want to come, Christopher? Do you want her to empty your balls?. Because that's what she's going to do. She's going to empty your balls."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! "He groaned.

"But when you've come, Mr Whippy has more work to do and I'm going to make sure you really feel him. Don't expect me to feel sorry for you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

***

I stood over him and took careful aim. It was perfect. We all wanted me to hit him harder. Maxine wanted to see what I could do, I wanted to make him truly hurt and show him who was boss, and Aimee....well? All of us got our wish. Christopher got a world of pain.

Swivelling at the hips, I used the full force of my upper body and legs to bring the cane across his butt and used my wrist to drive the tip of the cane deep into his flesh. The cane sang and bit, his globes shuddered and jerked up and down, and he began to yell.

"Ohhhh FFFuuu!......aaagghhhhhhhh"

He didn't have time to finish his expletive because that is when the next stroke landed, cutting across the previous one, causing a frenzy of movement as his nates attempted, quite uselessly, to escape the scalding sting of the cane. Pitilessly, I hit him again, and then three more times in quick succession as he cried and babbled. it took only seconds to paint the six additional stripes onto his backside and he writhed and wiggled for at least as long after I put the rod down. He sobbed in pain and relief for even longer before he lay quiet and still.

"I'm through," I said, and turned on my heel.

The punishment was over. I left Aimee with Christopher to provide aftercare. I knew she would loosen his bindings and apply ice or arnica, give him a painkiller, and take him to bed upstairs.

I escorted Maxine to the lounge and offered to make coffee since I knew she was driving. When I left the room to make it, she followed me into the kitchen. There, she gave me her verdict.

"I'll tell you what I think. What you tell Aimee is your business..... It was impressive. You appear to have a lot of anger, but you also have self-control and you appear to be a control freak. If I think I can help. I will call you. That's the best I can do."

All I could do was wait.

***

I had given up hope of hearing from Maxine when halfway through September she telephoned and asked if she could visit the following evening. Intrigued by what she might have to say, I quickly agreed. She gave nothing away on the telephone.

She arrived promptly at eight o'clock and we sat in the lounge. She refused an alcoholic drink but accepted a cup of coffee.

"I have something that may interest you," she explained." I have a married couple who I see every couple of months. They have an interesting relationship, and up until now, whilst one holds the other down across the table, I cane each in turn. The punishment is always severe and whilst I deliver it, the other provides verbal encouragement. Recently, they asked me if I could find a lady to assist in holding them down for their caning so that the other will be free to get a better view. I told them I might know somebody. That somebody is you."

"Just hold them?" I asked.

I must have appeared disappointed.

"It's a start, and they'll pay two hundred dollars."

"When do you need me?"

"Saturday afternoon."

"Where are we going?"

"Rosedale......You don't need to know the exact address or the client's names for obvious reasons."

I thought for a moment and made a decision.

"OK. Like you said it's a start. Thank you for asking."

"I'll pick you up at half past one. Wear what you wore when you disciplined Christopher. You looked good."

***

Sometime before two o'clock, we pulled up outside a large three-story Edwardian house set back from the road with two mature cedars in the front garden and an old flagstone path leading up to the porch.

"We've arrived," said Maxine, and she pulled over and parked on the side of the street, taking care not to park too close to a fire hydrant. We stepped out of the car and walked up the path to the front door. Maxine had already explained to me that she used a false name to remain anonymous and safe.