I Set Sissy Up For A Judicial Caning!

Another sadistic entry from Cruella De Mure!

I went on my honeymoon with my sissy husband and my stud boyfriend who helps me humiliate him last year. We had a really hot experience I wanted to share with your readers.

The three of us traveled throughout the Far East - Japan , the Philippines , Singapore and finally , Thailand. Steven , my sissy husband, served Donald and I magnificently during our vacation ; waiting on us hand and foot and bringing us whatever we needed whenever my boyfriend, Donald snapped his fingers. Although Steven got his butt whipped frequently by my boyfriend over the course of our two week honeymoon, I wanted to end our trip with a proverbial bang and I came up with a devious plan to provide my new husband with a brutal ass beating as a memento.

My plan was wickedly simple: I would set him up to get arrested by hotel security , who would then turn him over to the Bangkok police. Because we were tourists and would only be there for two more days , the only penalty my husband would have time to receive would be a caning from the authorities!

Since illegal drug use is a serious offense in most foreign countries , Donald and decided to frame sissy with pot. We lit up a big joint we had left over from a bag of marijuana we got from a local cab driver earlier in the week and  pretended to smoke it with Steven - only we didn't actually inhale the smoke (we didn't want to smell like pot ourselves). I strategically placed a second joint in the drawer of the nightstand and Donald and I told Steven we were going down to the hotel bar for a quick drink and that he was to wait for us in the room. We then walked across the street to the restaurant , where there was a pay phone at the front entrance. Donald called the hotel desk and in his best foreign accent , told the clerk someone was smoking marijuana in room 417 and to notify hotel security immediately. As soon as he hung up the phone , he then quickly called the police station which we'd determined ahead of time was only a few blocks from the hotel and told them the same story.

Now we had to go back to our floor so we could be there when Steven was apprehended , then try to find out where and when he'd receive his caning. It worked out beautifully!  Two security guards were entering our hotel room just as Donald and I got off the elevator. When we got to the door , we both feigned surprise and indignation at the news from the guards that my husband had been smoking pot. "I can't believe you could be so stupid!" I exclaimed. "Don't you know how serious this is in a foreign country?"

Two policemen arrived and handcuffed Steven , then marched him out into the hall and onto the elevator. Following a safe distance behind in a cab , Donald and I drove after the squad car as my sissy husband was whisked off to jail.

The sergeant explained to us that Steven could plead guilty and receive twenty four strokes of the cane or wait until the next day and appear before the local magistrate. If he was found guilty by the court , he could be sentenced to up to 90 days in jail , plus the caning. I told the sergeant I was sure Steven would cooperate and choose the caning ; I asked him when it would be given to him and he told me it would be within the hour. I told him this was probably just what my husband needed and thanked him for his help in getting Steven in line. Then I asked him if Donald and I could watch the caning , and before the sergeant could reply , I slipped a $100.00 bill into his hand.

We followed the guards down a long hallway and into a small , windowless room at the back of the building.

Steven was already in position for his punishment when we walked in ; completely naked and bent over a padded leather sawhorse , his wrists and ankles fastened by leather straps to the four legs of the horse , his legs spread lasciviously to expose his anus. His genitals were apparently being held out of harm's way by another strap which traversed the small of his back and encircled the lower part of his belly.

I gasped in shock at seeing Steven in such a vulnerable state - you might think that maybe I was afraid I'd gone too far and that my new husband might be punished more severely than I would have liked , but you'd be wrong. To the contrary , I was overcome with lust and excitement knowing my little sissy was about to get his bare bottom savagely beaten!  I couldn't wait for his caning to begin!

A well built , muscular young guard positioned himself behind and to the left of Steven's upturned bottom , a long , heavy cane about 3 1/2 feet in length in his hand. I knew from past experience and from watching videos that a thick , heavy cane like this can really inflict some serious damage. The guard reached out with the cane , gently tapping it against my husband's butt , measuring his stroke as he readied his swing.

He then raised the cane high above his head and forcefully swung it through the air in a wide arc , landing a vicious stroke that exploded across the crown of Steven's bottom. The cane landed with such impact that it sounded almost like a gunshot when it made contact with sissy's butt ; he screamed in agony and fear as a dark red , inch wide stripe immediately appeared across both cheeks. Before Steven could recover or even contemplate the pain of the first stroke , the guard reared back and struck him again , hitting him directly below the first stroke , and even harder this time.

Steven's reaction was priceless - he let out a high , shrill ear splitting shriek that I thought would shatter the windows at the other end of the building and frantically wiggled his burning butt in a desperate attempt to shake off the excruciating pain that consumed him so completely. Most impressively of all , the second red stripe had been laid at the exact edge of the first one with exquisite precision ; the guard was truly a master of his craft.

The third , fourth and fifth strokes were administered magnificently by the guard , and every bit as hard as the first ones had been ; the rhythmic cadence of the beating thrilled me to my core , the swishing sound of the cane on its way to my little sissy's bottom , followed by the shockingly loud SMACK! it made when it found its target was making my pussy dripping wet with desire. By the time he'd received the tenth stroke , Steven's bottom was visibly bleeding in several places ; my only thought was that I hoped the guard wouldn't show him any mercy or let up on force of his swing. I needn't have worried - the guard seemed to renew his focus and determination at the confirmation of his prowess. He slowed down his pace ever so slightly but seemed to concentrate even more on hitting Steven's bottom with all his might.

The last ten strokes were just incredible ; droplets of blood and small bits of flesh flew across the room every time the guard walloped his backside. My husband was screaming with such urgency he was running out of breath for his next howling cry and instead just sobbed uncontrollably in pain and disbelief.

At last , the twenty fourth stroke was given ; Steven's bottom was almost unrecognizable. Swollen to almost half again its normal size , bloody welts , cuts and slashes had opened up the skin all over his butt , exposing the wet , shiny flesh beneath. When we got him home , it was nearly three months before his wounds had completely healed ; scars from his brutal beating will remain on his ass for the rest of his life.

I've purchased many of the same pieces of equipment that were used on my husband that night and encourage my boyfriends to beat him soundly whenever they come over. However , he is not beaten as severely as he was in Bangkok simply because I don't want to wait that long before I can have him beaten again. A couple of my boyfriends have gotten a little carried away and come close , though. They know I'll be that much more passionate when they're fucking me afterwards if they really give it to him good and light up his backside.