Angela
Part Three - Angela delivers a thrashing
Reluctantly, Peter slowly removed his clothes. He could feel two sets of eyes studying him as first he removed his shirt and then his pants, leaving him with just his boxers, revealing a well honed body. His aroused state was now all too clearly visible.
Angela then walked over to the punishment bench and picked up her leather gloves. Holding them in one hand, she gently rolled the sleeve of her top up her arms, making room for her elbow length gloves. She then changed hands and repeated the action with the other sleeve. There was no need to command Peter to watch as she then slowly put on a glove. Maggie watched the proceeding fascinated as Angela slowly and seductively pulled on the tight fitting leather glove. At last the leather had been prodded, pulled and smoothed satisfactorily into place. Then the procedure was repeated with the other glove. Angela loved teasing Peter at the best of times. With the anticipation of what was about to follow, she knew that Peter was entering a world that few would tread. And although she was about to punish him severely, she still adored him and loved the fact that she could be the catalyst that drove him to his obsession.
Peter was virtually a quivering wreck by the time Angela had finished putting on her gloves. He watched trance like as Angela picked up the cane and started to toy with it in a highly suggestive manner.
“Now I think it’s time to see what impact my cane can have on your arse” Angela said in a highly threatening voice as she seductively manipulated the cane with leather clad fingers. “Now over the punishment bench!” Angela tapped the bench with the end off the cane and gave Peter a look that said “and I might even enjoy this”.
Peter knew what was expected and in his state of arousal was more than happy to assume the position. The punishment bench was a simple construction. Almost a small gymnastic horse with four legs, but a smaller body. However, the legs were of two different lengths, longer at the back than front. Angela loved the bench as it was so easy to firmly secure Peter with his arse in the perfect position. Each leg had a leather restraint for legs and arms. Then the main body had a leather restraint that fastened across the back.
“Legs apart Peter.” Peter reluctantly pushed his legs further apart lining them up with the legs of the bench. Expertly she tightly strapped each leg in turn using a strap that fitted just above the knee. Satisfied with her work, Angela then used the leather cuffs at the front of the bench to secure Peter’s wrists. Finally, she used the central leather strap to secure Peter firmly to the bench. Peter felt the pressure as Angela pulled the strap as tightly as possible.
Peter was now completely helpless tied tightly to the bench. Angela walked around to his front and lifted his head by his hair. “Now I want to you apologise to Maggie and then ask me to punish you for your rudeness”.
“I’m sorry I was so rude to you Maggie. Please Angela, punish me for my rudeness”.
Angela stepped behind Peter and started to swish the cane menacingly through the air. “You will receive twelve strokes of the cane Peter which you will count. After each count you will say “Thank you Maam – I apologise for my rudeness. Any failure will result in the stroke being repeated. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Maam” Peter quickly replied.
He felt the cane gently sawing across his arse and felt a sense of indescribable arousal. Then suddenly he knew that feeling was about to instantly disappear. He could sense that Angela’s arm was slowly moving backwards in a slowly moving arc. He could visualise the can handle tightly clenched in her leather gloved hand. And then the visualisation was replaced by the real sound of a cane swiftly moving through the air followed almost instantly by a searing fire enveloping his arse.
It was all too much for Peter. From high arousal to agonising pain in an instant. The pain flooded his brain. He knew deep down that he had to do something, but he knew not what. The pain was indescribable. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a voice, but he didn’t know what it was saying. And then his mouth opened and an unintelligible sound came out. And then, “please, please Angela – forgive me. Please no more. Please. I beg you. Please no more. Please, please, please. I beg you.”
“Not very impressive Peter. What on earth do you think Maggie thinks of this pathetic behaviour?”
Well Maggie was actually thinking something completely different. What she was witnessing was something that took her completely by surprise. First, she was amazed by the power and strength of this woman before her. She couldn’t believe the viciousness of the stroke that had fell on Peter’s arse. She had had no idea that a stroke could be delivered in such a way. But as she watched Angela pacing around her husband toying with the cane in her leather clad hands, she was willing Angela to deliver the next stroke. “Go on. Thrash him again Angela. Or better still, let me thrash him.” Was she really thinking this?
And yet it must be because when Angela said “Well let’s start again” Maggie was happy. She was happy as Angela flexed the cane. She was happy as Angela once again measured her distance. And then a surge of pleasure swept through her as the cane completed its round trip to Peter’s arse. Maggie was once again astounded with the viciousness that Angela imparted with the stroke. It was clear that she was an expert. The begging continued from Peter. First a scream of pain following by a stream of pleading.
Peter’s brain was in total turmoil. Arousal had become agony so quickly that his brain was taking a long time to react. He knew he must say something, but still he knew not what. And then in the distance he heard a voice “What do you say?” It was coming. Yes count. He must count. Relief flooded his brain just as he heard a strange sounding swish followed by that horrendous pain. Again his brain was flooded with pain. Count. He must count. “Three” Peter managed to mumble between sobs.
Then suddenly his head is lifted by a leather clad hand and he is staring into the face of his beautiful wife.
“Now that was pretty pathetic wasn’t it darling. At this rate, we’re going to be here all night. Now concentrate hard and let’s see if we get this over with because Maggie and I are hungry. Now let’s start again.”
By now Peter and Maggie were experiencing different worlds. Peter a world racked by pain. Maggie a world filled by lust and pleasure, driven by a sadism that had lain dormant. But now that sadism was showing itself for what it was. A source of great pleasure. She watched intently as Angela thrashed Peter. No cajoling of Peter could convince him to say the right words. And yet Maggie felt a surge of pleasure each time Peter failed as she realised the stroke had to be repeated. A wave of guilt surged through her as she realised how much the thrashing aroused her. She had had no idea how powerful her sadistic side could be. She longed to take over from Angela. But her feminine side genuinely felt sorry for Peter. He was receiving a terrifying thrashing because of her. Angela was clearly an expert in the use of the cane.
Nevertheless, Maggie felt a surge of disappointment when Angela declared the punishment over. Peter was sobbing uncontrollably.
“I hope that teaches you a lesson Peter and that you won’t be rude to any of my friends in the future”, Angela said in a more compassionate voice. Turning to Maggie she said “I hope you feel he has paid for his rudeness. I know he didn’t say the words, but to be honest we would have been here all night if I hadn’t stopped and he took two dozen strokes. As you can see from his arse, that’s quite a lot of damage.”
Maggie inspected Peter’s arse and for the first time realised that quite a lot of blood had been drawn.
“Angela, I’m more than happy. Seriously, thank you for inviting me. It’s truly opened my eyes to a new world and thinking about it explains a lot about some of my previous relationships. I’m absolutely amazed though by what I’ve seen. To be honest, I found it all very arousing. I was quite jealous that it was you and not I swinging the cane, although I don’t think I could hit as hard as you. You are awesome.
“Actually, you’d be surprised what you could do. Caning is about technique, not strength”. Angela handed the cane to Maggie. “Bend it” she said. Maggie place her leather clad hands at each end of the cane and gently bent it. “You can bend it a lot more than that”. Maggie did so.
“You see the suppleness of the cane is the thing that matters. Then it’s all in the wrist. You can deliver a fearful stroke once you get the timing right.”
Clearly Peter could vouch for this as he lady on the bench quietly sobbing. He just thanked God that the ordeal was over, although he was going to feel the effects of the thrashing for some time to come. His arse was on fire and throbbed dreadfully. He was coming to his senses though and started to take in the conversation between Angela and Maggie.
“The actual skill comes down to accuracy. If you look at Peter’s arse you can actually see the strokes quite clearly”. Maggie could instantly admire Angela’s handiwork. Six perfectly parallel weals covered each buttock.
“That is truly amazing Angela. You actually managed to overlay every stripe perfectly.”
“Yea. Not bad – even if I say it myself. Now come on – how about some dinner and some more wine. I think we’ll just leave Peter there for the rest of the evening. That’s not a problem for you is it darling?”
Peter didn’t know whether to say anything. He was desperate to be released but knew that there was no chance. He said nothing.
“That’s good then. Right let’s eat”. Peter managed to watch as both ladies removed their gloves. It was clear that Maggie learning from Angela in the way she removed her gloves. “Take a seat Maggie”. She did so while Angela produced the meal that Peter had made earlier.
They started eating and talking. “Delicious Peter” Angela giggled. “Sorry you can’t join us.”
“So come on Angela. Tell me how this all came about.”
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