66 cane strokes

Posted at 20:18 on 22 Jun 2011 by Pandora / Blake

Tags: cane, dominance and submission, featured photos, kink, Photos, Thomas Cameron

By the time Tom and I made it to the bedroom last Friday night, we were already high on each other's company. Talking, drinking, smoking, dreaming, talking: we began on the economics of abundance as related to the porn industry, and ended up designing businesses for our future, building castles (or perhaps brothels) in the air. We are overflowing with plans and dreams, enough for several lifetimes, more than we can ever realise. That's not the point. The point is how tuned in to one another we get when inspiration starts to flow, when we knuckle down to the business of discussing logistics and viability. It's nice to have a plan down every avenue we can visualise, but both of us are prepared for unseen doors to open. We aren't trying to map the future accurately; we aren't pinning our hopes on any of these projected routes. The castles are fun to build even if we never get to live in them.

When we reach the bed we're sparkling, alive, connected. We put down the props of conversation (wineglasses, ashtrays); our non-physical communication requires the introduction of different tools. A bolster and two pillows for me, a slim crook-handled cane for him.

Initially, he uses it like a switch. Light, regular strokes, slightly faster than my heartbeat, at least at first. My heart soon catches up. Like any good appetiser, it stimulates the senses and sharpens my desire for something more substantial.

For the main course, he swaps the lighter cane for 12mm of unsmoked dragon. I ride the sets of twelve with ease. I know these waters well. Each wave I crest brings a new surge of confidence. The rhythm of the strokes is slower than my heartbeat, now, but it's still a rapid pace. I breathe, and count, and breathe again.

As we move into the fourth dozen, the waves get higher. I find that it helps if I look back over my shoulder at him before the stroke lands. My beautiful man, skin glowing in the lamplight. Sometimes he'll meet my eyes and our gazes will lock as the wave breaks. Those are the easiest to take; the trick then is just remembering to breathe. When I ask for a sip of water I slide a hand between my legs and am unsurprised to discover how wet I am. This ocean takes skill and concentration to navigate, but whenever I return I'm reassured that it's the only one for me.

Sailing this course is a little bit like working magic; it requires a sideways sort of focus. You can't face the sensation head on, you have to ebb and flow beneath it, moving at the same rhythm, unsurprised, unshockable. Focus, clarity, balance. There's a calm place, if you can reach it, where every slice of pain is a warm touch, as welcome and familiar as his hand rubbing my back.

But if you lose your mental grip, suddenly you realise how deep the waters are. Unbalanced, you lose the rhythm and the next wave crashes over your head, depriving you of breath. The more you panic, the harder it is to stay afloat.

And then you realise how far you are from land. Five sets of twelve so far, and suddenly I'm tasting fear as it occurs to me to wonder how many more there are to come. The waves are very high now, every stroke a blaze of pain, and once my state of mind falters each one seems unendurable. I grit my teeth and persevere, but Tom quickly realises that I'm not cresting these waves any more, they're battering me. At sixty six he stops.

The best thing about this ocean is that there's always an island in the middle of it. His arms are as welcome as any sunlit shore.

Comments

Another beautifully written piece Pandora. I love the analogy between CP and sailing across an ocean through the waves, and finding that very fine line between total exhilaration and "OMG I'm out of my depth here"! 66 strokes of the cane is very impressive, but as we know CP is much more than just a numbers game. So much depends on circumstances and the mindset of the top and bottom at the time. My (other two) female partners T and A have taken up to 63 and 60 strokes respectively when the mood took them, but at other times just a dozen or so strokes is right. Just like the sea, I believe everyone's wishes and desires have to be respected for CP to work its magic!

It's a precarious balance, isn't it? I'm glad you know what I mean. I think all the more so when there's that steady, unrelenting rhythm. You have to go with the flow but if you break out of it, suddenly the pain starts to mount up very quickly. 66 is by no means the longest caning I've ever taken (Tom tends to think in terms of several sets of twelve!) but this was certainly a memorable scene.

Thankyou, Beth, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you continue to find the play you share with your partner fulfilling and erotic. And don't forget to share your fantasies with him occasionally! It can be fun for both of you to introduce the other to new things from time to time :)

Oh no, I think it's how very, very good girls are put to bed!

And no, no need for a hot water bottle - I choose my lovers partly on grounds of body heat, as well as for the other types of heat they are good at providing ;)

You must be a very god girl then Pandora!

The whole drama and ritual of a caning, building up to the actual delivery of the strokes, is such an arousing experience, both for master and sub. A long warming up can turn pain from a caning into pleasure, where the strokes produce a pleasing and pleasurable sensation rather than hurting when they strike. Two different kinds of canings I suppose, both of which have their place. The non pleasurable, painful type canings which are usually featured on spanking sites are designed (I guess) for the pleasure of those watching the girl suffer as the cane is applied to her bare bottom. Part of the enjoyment of watching such a scene is to see how much pain the girl is taking, though I have also watched scenes where the cane is producing pleasure - these can be just as good to watch.

We very much enjoyed this post. I get caned also, at home, at least once a week. And I too am required to wear nylons with garterbelt to the sessions. We started with a paddle on our honey-moon, and he very gradually introduced the cane. It took some time to get used to the cane, but now I find the canings very arousing. Keep writing more posts like this one! Beth

Thankyou, Beth, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you continue to find the play you share with your partner fulfilling and erotic. And don't forget to share your fantasies with him occasionally! It can be fun for both of you to introduce the other to new things from time to time :)

Oh no, I think it's how very, very good girls are put to bed!

And no, no need for a hot water bottle - I choose my lovers partly on grounds of body heat, as well as for the other types of heat they are good at providing ;)

You must be a very god girl then Pandora!

The whole drama and ritual of a caning, building up to the actual delivery of the strokes, is such an arousing experience, both for master and sub. A long warming up can turn pain from a caning into pleasure, where the strokes produce a pleasing and pleasurable sensation rather than hurting when they strike. Two different kinds of canings I suppose, both of which have their place. The non pleasurable, painful type canings which are usually featured on spanking sites are designed (I guess) for the pleasure of those watching the girl suffer as the cane is applied to her bare bottom. Part of the enjoyment of watching such a scene is to see how much pain the girl is taking, though I have also watched scenes where the cane is producing pleasure - these can be just as good to watch.

Wow, so this is how a bad girl is put to bed. How nice. At least you have a nice warm botty when you get between the sheets - no need for a hot water bottle!

Great account of the bedtime caning ritual too, very horny. Many thanks for sharing.

John

Oh no, I think it's how very, very good girls are put to bed!

And no, no need for a hot water bottle - I choose my lovers partly on grounds of body heat, as well as for the other types of heat they are good at providing ;)

You must be a very god girl then Pandora!

The whole drama and ritual of a caning, building up to the actual delivery of the strokes, is such an arousing experience, both for master and sub. A long warming up can turn pain from a caning into pleasure, where the strokes produce a pleasing and pleasurable sensation rather than hurting when they strike. Two different kinds of canings I suppose, both of which have their place. The non pleasurable, painful type canings which are usually featured on spanking sites are designed (I guess) for the pleasure of those watching the girl suffer as the cane is applied to her bare bottom. Part of the enjoyment of watching such a scene is to see how much pain the girl is taking, though I have also watched scenes where the cane is producing pleasure - these can be just as good to watch.

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You must be a very god girl then Pandora!

The whole drama and ritual of a caning, building up to the actual delivery of the strokes, is such an arousing experience, both for master and sub. A long warming up can turn pain from a caning into pleasure, where the strokes produce a pleasing and pleasurable sensation rather than hurting when they strike. Two different kinds of canings I suppose, both of which have their place. The non pleasurable, painful type canings which are usually featured on spanking sites are designed (I guess) for the pleasure of those watching the girl suffer as the cane is applied to her bare bottom. Part of the enjoyment of watching such a scene is to see how much pain the girl is taking, though I have also watched scenes where the cane is producing pleasure - these can be just as good to watch.

There is nothing more enjoyable than seeing a naughty woman being caned on her bare bottom. Yes, as each stinging, pliable cane strokes descends, upon her naked rear end. Her painful "Oooh's", coming from her lips, make a beautiful sounding music to my ears.

So should we comment on that bedspread? The wallpaper?

LMAO! These are actually really old photos, taken on Tom's 30th birthday - so 4 years ago now. We were staying in one of the oldest hotels in the country. Great food ... rubbish decor! ;)

It's kind of the "holy grail", isn't it? A long warm up is the most important factor for me, giving your body and brain time to adjust and to accept the sensations. And I find it so much easier with the cane than with heavier or stingier implements.

The most interesting things for my analytical brain were how suddenly the zone was lost, once I started to feel out of my depth. And how helpful it was to look at Tom and feel reassured by his appearance and physical closeness. Sometimes I need to hide behind closed eyes and drift away. This time I needed to feel grounded in his being nearby, and reassured by my physical desire for him.

It's like the instant "letting go" I feel when my lover puts fingers in my mouth, or a hand around my throat. Learning these little tricks to relax body and mind so we can play more severely. Very different from the sort of "six of the best" scene where feeling frightened and on edge is the point.

Non-verbal communication is unusual for Tom and I - normally we talk and talk. (It's a much more familiar state of being when I'm with D, who is very at home with the non-verbal). For someone as wordy as me, there's always something magical about it. There isn't usually such a stark contrast between talky communication space and physical communication space, though! It was like we spent a couple of hours getting charged up on words, and that energy was enough to let us communicate without them. Or something. ;)

Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite somewhat over-extended metaphor ;) It's amazing how active an experience taking pain can be. If I were to use the metaphor of playing an instrument, you'd think of the top's role first, but actually the sort of focus, calm, not thinking too carefully about what you're doing but letting your muscle memory take over - all of that can be true of the bottom's role as well.

Pain can be so scary when you think about it, the trick is to not think. I think that's why spanking play can be so meditative - not only does it ground you in your body and flood your brain with all these lovely chemicals, but it's an exercise in not thinking for a while. There aren't many other situations when I'm able to manage it.

That's a beautiful account of what must have been a wonderful scene, Pandora! The feeling of strength and calmness that you describe is exactly what I often long for in my spanking play. As you already said, it is not easy to get there, but luckily it works at least sometimes. I'm happy to know that it worked for you this time! :-)

It's kind of the "holy grail", isn't it? A long warm up is the most important factor for me, giving your body and brain time to adjust and to accept the sensations. And I find it so much easier with the cane than with heavier or stingier implements.

The most interesting things for my analytical brain were how suddenly the zone was lost, once I started to feel out of my depth. And how helpful it was to look at Tom and feel reassured by his appearance and physical closeness. Sometimes I need to hide behind closed eyes and drift away. This time I needed to feel grounded in his being nearby, and reassured by my physical desire for him.

It's like the instant "letting go" I feel when my lover puts fingers in my mouth, or a hand around my throat. Learning these little tricks to relax body and mind so we can play more severely. Very different from the sort of "six of the best" scene where feeling frightened and on edge is the point.

Non-verbal communication is unusual for Tom and I - normally we talk and talk. (It's a much more familiar state of being when I'm with D, who is very at home with the non-verbal). For someone as wordy as me, there's always something magical about it. There isn't usually such a stark contrast between talky communication space and physical communication space, though! It was like we spent a couple of hours getting charged up on words, and that energy was enough to let us communicate without them. Or something. ;)

Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite somewhat over-extended metaphor ;) It's amazing how active an experience taking pain can be. If I were to use the metaphor of playing an instrument, you'd think of the top's role first, but actually the sort of focus, calm, not thinking too carefully about what you're doing but letting your muscle memory take over - all of that can be true of the bottom's role as well.

Pain can be so scary when you think about it, the trick is to not think. I think that's why spanking play can be so meditative - not only does it ground you in your body and flood your brain with all these lovely chemicals, but it's an exercise in not thinking for a while. There aren't many other situations when I'm able to manage it.

What a sensual and arousing description. Thank you, Pandora!

I'm a big believer in the power of the non-verbal. It's great to get out of that space where words rule, putting ourselves into a realm where we're just speaking with our bodies and our spirits. It is a magical space/time.

Best Regards,
Quai

Non-verbal communication is unusual for Tom and I - normally we talk and talk. (It's a much more familiar state of being when I'm with D, who is very at home with the non-verbal). For someone as wordy as me, there's always something magical about it. There isn't usually such a stark contrast between talky communication space and physical communication space, though! It was like we spent a couple of hours getting charged up on words, and that energy was enough to let us communicate without them. Or something. ;)

Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite somewhat over-extended metaphor ;) It's amazing how active an experience taking pain can be. If I were to use the metaphor of playing an instrument, you'd think of the top's role first, but actually the sort of focus, calm, not thinking too carefully about what you're doing but letting your muscle memory take over - all of that can be true of the bottom's role as well.

Pain can be so scary when you think about it, the trick is to not think. I think that's why spanking play can be so meditative - not only does it ground you in your body and flood your brain with all these lovely chemicals, but it's an exercise in not thinking for a while. There aren't many other situations when I'm able to manage it.

WOW, that was hot.

I gotta tell you, my favorite part of anything sexual, particularly involving spanking or other BDSM stuff, is the psychodrama. Especially observing the sub woman's reactions (not into sub men, myself). Hearing her thoughts and feelings about it...wonderful stuff.

Hearing it described so poetically is positively delicious.

Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite somewhat over-extended metaphor ;) It's amazing how active an experience taking pain can be. If I were to use the metaphor of playing an instrument, you'd think of the top's role first, but actually the sort of focus, calm, not thinking too carefully about what you're doing but letting your muscle memory take over - all of that can be true of the bottom's role as well.

Pain can be so scary when you think about it, the trick is to not think. I think that's why spanking play can be so meditative - not only does it ground you in your body and flood your brain with all these lovely chemicals, but it's an exercise in not thinking for a while. There aren't many other situations when I'm able to manage it.

Such a beautiful post. I love your writing about your connection with Tom. (I love your writing about your connection with D too, but this is so lyrical and gorgeous).

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