Taa-dah!
I had picked a shortish cane, because from what I remember of high school physics, I figured the force of the impact would be less. I'm a wimp, remember? Also with the added bonus of it being relatively easy to control and to use in a small space. It's about 10mm thick.
I've been building this experience up in my head for a while now. The cane invokes images of a stern headmaster, the agonising wait outside his office, the painfully long lecture and build up, and of course, the snap of pain that comes with six of the best. I'm too young to have experienced corporal punishment at school of course, and I was a goody two shoes so probably would never have been caned anyway. Still, the image of the errant school child bent over for punishment is part of the collective consciousness. I was intrigued, and nervous.
Husband had given the thing a few practice swings menacingly in my direction. He didn't look overly impressed, and announced that he couldn't imagine it would be much worse than the riding crop. I think he was enjoying watching me squirm as he experimented with it.
Once we finally got a few minutes to ourselves it was time to try it out.
He gave me a little practice tap and I jumped. It stung.
'Wow,' he said. 'That hurt?'
It did hurt.
'That was maybe five percent force'.
Uh oh.
He had me bent over the sofa. He gave me a few more flicks from the wrist and after the third one I jumped up out of position. This is a bad habit I have. He told me that it was already leaving some nice little marks, and he was wearing that smile that he has when something tickles his sadistic side.
I got myself back into position. He built up the intensity gradually, giving me two or three strokes in quick succession, then pausing to let the anticipation build up. I focused on breathing and tried very hard to stay still and take it. It was very painful but to my delight the endorphins kicked in much faster than I'm used to, and I was able to say I could take more when he offered to give me a break.
'Can I change my mind if I want to?'
'No. If you say you want more, that's it. You're getting at least five good strokes, plus maybe some lighter ones.'
I don't know how many there were, but it was a lot more than five. I went between giggling, squirming, yelping and breathing very slowly as I tried to hold position.
His face (and another part of his body) told me that he was very pleased with the new toy. We only got up to about 20% force this time, but I can see this becoming one of his favourite implements so who knows where we will go with it.
I got a lovely rush of endorphins from the pain once it was over, and better still, a lovely set of beautiful double-edged cane welts to show for the experience. I can still feel it as I sit and type, and I love the reminder of what I went through. And let's just say I was well rewarded for it!
In case anyone is interested, the cane was purchased from FREAK Clubwear whom I highly recommend, not only for their quick service but also for their very helpful videos about their equipment. (And although I've never purchased their clothing, I think its very cool that they do fetish clothing in a huge range of sizes and will make to measure for no extra cost - how many places can say that?)
P.S. Yes there are pictures of my ass after the caning, but I'm much to shy to share them. Sorry!
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