I finally had my first caning the other day. Since, being the pain-slut that I am, I had always been curious about that type of pain, so Master finally decided to let me try it...

First I was instructed to take a warm, relaxing, hot shower. Before I completely finished, Master B. came into the bathroom and secured my wrists with cuffs, and clipping the 2 together, attached a rope to them and strung my arms up overhead to a hook we have in the shower ceiling.
(It's a LARGE red hook, and we have one in the bedroom ceiling, also. Like people can't guess what they're for! I HATE them!)

First He put a blindfold over my eyes, and a ball gag in my mouth to stifle the noise. You always know you're in trouble when that gag comes out. Not that it really stifles much sound, though. (We really need a thread about 'silencers' ...)He kept the water running to also mask my screams. I knew it was going to be something severe, then!

I had been severely paddled the previous day, so my butt was still tender. We had also started a several-day-long tit torture session the previous night, so my sensitive parts were already...well, um, sensitive.

Master started out slow, having me face away from Him, as he struck my behind with a long cane pole we found at an art/ craft store. He struck me rapidly, and repeatedly on one cheek, then the other. His strokes weren't that hard, but enough! Especially since He continued at it for awhile. Every once in a while, He would come forth with a more severe swing, then stop for a few seconds while the pain sunk in.

When my cheeks were a bit raw and rosy, He bade me turn around, so He could come from a different direction. Now, my thighs were getting whapped. After ordering me to turn again, my inner thighs were His target! This was beyound pain! To tone it down some, Master tapped my breasts with the cane. (My breasts aren't that sensitive, normally, so YES!, that was toning it down.)

One thing about caning, the pain comes, stays awhile, then fades to nothing. Sure, the welts are sensitive to the touch, but even they fade within a few hours. I realize that Master Barton wasn't hitting all that hard, being as it was his first try at this also.

This continued, with me turning on command, squirming and squealing (I may be a pain-slut, but I'm a BIG baby while going through it! HeeHee) until either He thought I was done, or He was tired. I'm not sure which. After letting me down and turning off the water, Master had me stand bent over the sink while he proceeded to paddle my backside. I guess that was so the pain would sink in and stay with me awhile. However, this made me angry, and I made the mistake of glaring at Him! Nothing pisses him off more than that!

Next thing I knew, I was tied to the foot of my bed, bent slightly backwards. That is the one thing I cannot stand, for I always imagine that I can't breath. THAT, is my biggest fear. (By the way, pictures of this are posted in the picture Forum) After leaving me in that position until I was a quivering, blubbering, contrite, submissive, wreck, Master B. let me loose, with the admonition that I need and beg him to try harsher things, and I should accept what we do without anger at him, and resentment for being the sub. (This is also something I have been fighting lately, which is why we decided it was time to step up my submissive training.....to help me learn to keep the proper frame of mind.)

Well, of course, TLC ensued at that point, and we went to bed, me handcuffed to the headboard, stretched out so Master could lay next to me and tenderly cuddle with me throughout the night.....