Caning Sometime?

It’s been a long time. Long time since I hurt so much the next day, and the next. Purple from above the knee all the way to the top of the ass. Various marks scattered around the rest of the body. Lines on left thigh. Bits of bruising elsewhere.

Been a long time since I dropped that way, too. Dropped hard when I got home, alone. The fate of a single secondary. Thank gods for best friends to email and a fluffy black papasan to curl up into. Woke up eight hours later, completely drained. Thank gods for boyfriends and scene partners who check in, and an extra day off this week so I could go out into a beautiful day and relax and buy groceries instead of doing homework.

The scene was so much fun. We’d been messaging for a couple months now. I’d been watching him scene with his partner for years. I knew it would be fun. I knew it would be safe. I watched him scene with an ex-metamore before I took my turn. She had ginger. Not my thing.

Nearly naked on a spanking bench. Towels of comfort under my head, thanks to his partner. He pulled out a selection of canes. Thick, medium, thin, steel, a bundle. Started with the bundle wide open for warm up. Back, ass, thighs, calves, feet. Up and down, relaxing. Moving the ring further and further up to tighten the bundle. Kneel up, with your hands behind your back. And gentle pounding on my breasts and belly, too.

Tightened it all the way to a firm bundle and a few yips began. Nipples so sensitive, I started twisting. Grinning so big all the while. His partner tossing in comments at him. He points out my smile. I’m laughing, it must be at him, he says. Warm hands stroking me back down to calm. Warmed up now? Yes.

We move on to the canes. Back, ass, thighs, calves, feet, breasts, belly, hips, front of thighs. He starts gentle, tapping, tapping. Then whap! And I straighten up, yipping, cursing, and laughing at myself. Tapping, tapping, tapping, whap! It’s a fun game of anticipation. I hearing him laughing, I am smiling and laughing, too. Between curses and yipes. What was that? Fuck, fuck, fuck! He laughs again. Warm hands stroking my tender skin. Nails digging into the bruises.

A thinner cane and we’re back at it. So tender, much more yipping now. The swearing gets louder. People are so close on my right. I only look left. Lying down, kneeling up, he plays my body back and forth. Breasts, chest, belly, back, ass, thighs, calves (so much swearing), feet (oh gods my feet feel so good). His warm hands soothing, his nails pulling sharper yips. My feet are tapping, my head is nodding. To the rhythm of the canes, to the rhythm of the music.

I can’t remember which came next, there was the tiny thin cane of oh my god stingy. He barely had to swing, so much stingy. I sit on my feet and he goes to the front of the thighs. This I know, this I breathe. Which do you want, calves or thighs? Thighs. So, I’ll do the calves some more. Of course you will. Cursing, yipping, so much sting.

And the steel cane. So heavy, so wonderful. I loved it. Such deep pain. I was flying high, yelping and swearing, twisting and clenching. Anticipating. His partner was cringing for me. Still smiling, still laughing. How’s your butt? Very warm.

At some point, I’ve tossed a few of the towels away, they weren’t folded right. And she took them and brought a bigger towel for my belly. She’s brought more toys, too. And a rabbit fur. I can barely feel it.

He’s got a stick now. A couple inches wide, curved. Ass so tender now, it stings. She tells him to turn it around. The yips have all turned to Fuck now. Two in a row? Okay. I lay down and brace. Tap, tap, tap until I relax and then two, hard and quick. My hands are flailing as I kneel up. Laughing. Three? Okay. I stay up. Fuckfuckfuck. More? I nod and lay down, looking for purchase. Warm hands. Tapping, Fuckfuckfuck. Five in a row? Oh gods… okay. Down, relax, warm. Shooting skyward, and then I’m sitting on my heels again.

Warm hands on my back, and I float back down, slowly, back into my body. Landing. More or are you done? Warm hands as I think, I am awake now, fully awake as I look up at him. I think I’m done. Okay. I hug him. Thank you. Thank you. He puts the stick down and rubs my neck and shoulders. So nice. I like this aftercare. Words come fully back, and I lean over to grab my dress. Standing for another hug. Thank you. And thank you, too. That was great.

Later, almost the end of the night, back with boyfriend after his scene. Talking. He has brought out the Pennsic Bastard to show it off. I am cringing and he strikes. A second one, straight to the crotch and I am down on the floor. He pounces. I am spinning and he is striking, I am swearing and he is grinning. Keeps hitting the same sore spots, so I keep turning. Hands on my belly and he hits one. I grab onto him, tears. We figure it out and I spin away, more strikes and more swearing. See, I played with you. As the Dancing Queen comes on. And he leads me through the dance.

I sit and watch the tear down. If I don’t move, it doesn’t hurt. Exhausted, time to go home. Another hug and more thank yous with the caner. One last hug and kiss from him. Good night, I love you. And then I drive.