#470) Rethinking Her Thong

He came home from work early, wanting to surprise his wife. She wasn’t in their apartment, but being a detective for the police force, he noted, as others might not have, that her pool bag and beach towel were missing from the closet. So he went to their apartment complex’s community pool to find her, to ask if she wanted to go out for dinner. He found her. He didn’t ask about dinner. She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini, the kind he’d forbidden her to wear outside. In their apartment, for his eyes only, it was fine. Right now, several teen-aged boys were ogling her exposed buttocks. As he approached her across the concrete pad, the boys immediately looked away, not seeing her blush deeply and scurry to wrap the beach towel around her exposed epidermis.

“Do you think I ought to punish you here, or back in the privacy of our apartment, or in both places?”

“Please not here, Rick! Please wait for some privacy…”

(The reason she said “some privacy” was that the last time he’d punished her for breaking the rules, as he was taking his belt to her backside, the neighbors must’ve overheard the ruckus. They pounded on the walls, saying that they’d call the police. Rick had yelled back, “I am the fucking police, mind your own business!” and continued her belt whipping.)

Rick responded, “I’m going to stop off at the clubhouse and have a drink. I need to calm down. You are to go straight home and wait for me. When I get there, you are in-store for a sound punishment, Monica. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” and she skedaddled.

Monica paced back and forth around their bedroom while she waited. The waiting was the worst. Then she had an idea. She put on her best pair of black hosiery. They made her thong bikini look even sexier. She added some black stiletto high heels and felt all the more sexy. Then she paced some more. She heard the front door close. Rick didn’t greet her as he came into the room, just went to the closet saying, “Nice try, but I won’t be distracted. Get that thong down and bend over the bed.”

He came out of the closet with the cane. He gave her a nice set of parallel stripes, none broke the skin, all ten of them hurt like the devil. It was difficult to stand still under the painful lesson in those high heels, but she managed.

“Now, go look in the mirror at your backside,” he instructed, and she hastened to obey. “You’ll notice that a full-cut bathing suit bottom will cover your welts…”

“Yes, sir.”

“Your bottom is just for me to enjoy looking at. If you show it in public again, I’ll bare it and punish you publicly. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”

He kissed her, gently turned her around, so that she saw her tear-streaked face in that large mirror over the dresser. He bent her, entered her, fucked her from behind, while she looked at her face as it changed from strained to euphoric.

7 responses to “#470) Rethinking Her Thong”

  1. Looks like he has good aim with that belt!
    Makes me realize I need practice. The trouble is finding targets. 😦
    Thanx for all of today’s posts. You’re the best!

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  2. Well I shall learn the fine and well respected art of caning. I have read that practice on a pillow or cushion can be helpful. On the other hand I can just stick with the glorious paddle. Have I ever mentioned my love for paddles?

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    • Yes, my dear, you have mentioned once or twice your love of paddles, PADDLE-FAN! Have I mentioned that out of ALL the implements of ass destruction out there, I HATE being paddled hard with a wooden one MOST of all? So that’s one thing we’ll have to agree to disagree on, sir. Have past girlfriends LOVED for you to paddle them? Maybe you are a virtuoso with this implement…
      I will volunteer that (along with many other subs I know) I swoon when looking at my caned bottom, particularly if they’ve been masterfully administered, not overlapping, nicely grouped, not wrapping badly, just hard enough to burn there for days but not break the skin into a bloody mess.
      Warmly for a special reader,
      Jean Marie

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    • I’m speaking solely for me, but the only thing more enjoyable than seeing a photo of cane marks is actually seeing those marks on your own pale posterior, knowing that they are going to sting and itch all night, keeping you awake, keeping you so stimulated that you just HAVE TO touch yourself…
      Very Warmly,
      Jean Marie

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