Showing posts with label caning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caning. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for Sep 21


Our topic was canes and caning. Here are your thoughts.

D: I have never been caned. It looks very painful and from what I can see it leaves quite the impression for some time. I am curious and would like to try it at least once.

Brambleberry Blush: Canes?! The marks alone are enough to convince me that I couldn't take it, but I felt that way about big paddles a year ago too. So who knows? Maybe I will someday.

Jai: No! I hate the cane! I got out of a bad relationship with an ex-boyfriend who abused the cane and, through that, abused me. Now that I've connected with an official Dom, he knows that I have a fear of the cane. So far, he hasn't said he would use it on me.

Maybe in the future, I can allow myself to be caned again, but for the time being, I can't handle the cane or the emotions it would bring up.

Anon #1: I've been caned. I could take a few strokes, but not all that many (maybe 20). I preferred it to the large wooden paddle he had and it was a welcome break from his rubber paddle. I always find that a change can really make a difference, even if it is to another ouchy item.

Todd: I went many, many years without ever using a cane. It's something I wasn't exposed to growing up. I didn't even know what it was until I found spanking on the internet. Even then, my spanking partners had no interest in canes. That was probably for the same reason – they weren't exposed to canes growing up in the US. Paddles, belts and hairbrushes are far, far more common.

A couple of years ago, at our first spanking party, Suzy and I got to watch a caning scene live. It was pretty interesting, and something that Suzy wanted to experience. I have to admit though that it still wasn't my thing. The idea of 'crossing lines' or causing a cut kind of freaked me out.

So... Suzy had some sessions at parties with experienced tops. I picked up some tips and got more comfortable with it. A few months ago, we ordered some canes from Cane-iac. We bought several different types including classic rattan school-type canes to some pretty harsh synthetic ones.

We have played several times with them, and I have enjoyed myself (as has Suzy). I do keep it light though. No more than pushing to the edge of moderate. I just don't want to cause an injury.

The fact remains that canes still aren't a part of my 'spanking DNA.' I just don't have that connection with them. They're good for having some fun, and I will continue to use them from time to time. But they'll never be “my thing.”

Em: We play with canes fairly regularly, though not as often as some of our other toys.

Jack's technique with the cane has always been more a series of light to moderate strokes very quickly. I am intrigued by the more traditional "six of the best" type caning and I would love to have a go at one sometime.

I will say that our cane is pretty ordinary. We don't have any super fancy ones. We did have a few acrylic canes once, but the thin one broke on me the first time we used it. Despite the sales lady assuring me that they don't break, I know one other couple who broke one, so they haven't made an appearance in our toy box since. Hmm... Maybe that sales lady needs a caning? *grin*

Heather: I've never been caned. I'm too scared of it. Even if my husband knew about caning, he understands that marks bring back horrible memories of an ex-boyfriend bruising me during a spanking. What happened when he bruised me was that the abuse and marks in any form became etched in my brain as something I never wanted again. While I have not given up my desire to be spanked, I certainly never want to be marked.

RPT: We have a collection of canes, conventional rattan and one nasty Lexan.

We play with them often. They are painful, but we like the marks they leave and the after-effects last for a while, which we also like.

Sometimes I just want a hard spanking and a cane does that beautifully.

Dragonmage: I got a small (cheap) rattan cane from a local shop when Luvbunny and I started exploring spanking. She hated it at first, but as I practised (on a pillow and on her ass), I got better at controlling the cane. She loves it now, so much so that I recently acquired a thicker (and nicer) rattan cane to add to the thin rattan and acrylic canes we already had.

Mrs. Smith: We have never used an actual cane, but we have used a blind twist. I HATE that thing and it is reserved for really bad occasions.

Another experience I had with a cane-like object was with a riding crop. One day, Scott and I were wrestling for it and the little leather tip ripped off. It was left as just a long skinny rod with a handle.

He used it on me a lot before he left for basic. It worked for play, for punishment, and for everything. I absolutely LOVED it. I never thought I would say that about any cane type object, but it just hurt oh so good!

I love it.

Impishh1: No cane for me! I'm the spanko, so there's no chance of my husband wanting to try one on his own. Just to make sure he keeps it straight, I tell him, "no sticks, no sticks!" That way, there's no confusion and no canes, switches, or rods of any kind! Since we do fun spanking, the whole point is to spare the rod and spoil the... well, me.

Prefectdt: I love being caned and cannot get enough of it. The great thing about canes (rattan type) is that every cane has a slightly different effect and combined with every spanker having a different style, means that every caning is (although similar) a unique experience.

The fun does not stop with the caning. Walking around after a hard caning creates a wonderful sensation in the buttocks.

For anyone new to caning, I would recommend that you try it a few times before deciding if it is for you or not. The cane is an implement that can take some getting used to.

Dr. Ken: I've never used a cane, and I don't think I ever will. In spite of its reputation as an English disciplinary tool, it just never seemed like a "spanking" implement to me.

OliviaManners: The cane is an implement that commands a lot of respect from me.

More than most other implements, I feel that it captivates us both into a certain timelessness. That is because the pace of the cane is different. It can be used with quick, sharp, stinging strokes, but more often, it is the slow, deliberate placing of each stripe, the pause between each one, the sense of a longer gaze at my bottom as he admires his work and decides where to place the next.

It is often used in my discipline sessions as the penultimate, the most formal, and the most eye-widening upon the mention of it or the sound of it swishing behind me. Oddly, it doesn't hurt me the most (that will be the plimsoll :( ), and yet, I still feel most disciplined by it.

Outside of discipline, it is also the implement that takes me most readily to the core of my submission, with an almost sacrificial quality to it. I feel bared, enduring, open, incredibly strong, and offering of myself.

The positions required for the cane are often amongst the most embarrassing and the feeling of a finger tip trailing over a fresh welt is delicious. Then, of course, there are the lasting stripes to remind you and connect you. So, if I hadn't already made it clear, I love the cane!

P.S. A friend of mine who had tried the cane once and really disliked it a few years back, recently was encouraged to try it again by someone new. He felt the reason she may have disliked the feelings was because it was being done too *lightly*. Sure enough, when he gave her a few more purposeful ones, it prompted a different sensation, with a deeper bite, that somehow just felt bearable. Now she wants to experience it more!

Helpmegrow aka HMG: My only cane experience is through reading stories and website accounts of real punishments. I have to admit that to me they are very scary things indeed. Even so I would someday like to experience it and eventually "six of the best." At this point, however, I have no idea how I would respond. Perhaps it would work as a strongly needed discipline. A girl can dream.

D & S: Yes, but we treat the cane with great respect. A heavy cane, used hard on a bare bottom will cause serious damage, and even bleeding. We use a light swishy cane about 30" long and not too hard. D tries to keep his elbow into his side, as they do in some Arabic states, which limits the force. We also very rarely cane on the bare. S wears thin jeans, stretched drum tight, and says she thinks it stings more like this, as the bottom beneath them is held so tightly, but does give some protection against long term bruising, and the cane makes a lovely 'thwack' on the tight denim. She loves to feel the stripes still tingling her bottom the next day, or making her fidget on her chair.

PK: None of my fantasies ever included the cane when I was growing up. I like something wide and flat. Since I am the spanko, I doubt Nick would decide to try it with out my suggestion. He has used the shaft of the crop and I didn't like it too much. He switched me once and while it hurt like the dickens. I would be willing to try it again in moderation. There were a few marks, but I liked them. If Nick did decide he wanted to try a cane, I would be willing to at least give it a try.

Jim: For me, the cane is champagne!

Suzanne: For me, the cane is the ultimate punishment. Just my husband mentioning it is enough to straighten me out REAL quick. In our house, it’s only used for really bad punishments. Although I hate it, I have to admit that it does put me back in that submissive state that my husband demands of me.

Paul: Mel hated the cane for punishment, but loved it for scenes. It was the marks she loved. Many times I would catch her in the bedroom admiring her marks or unconsciously running her fingers over the marks with a smile. I had to ration her canings or else her bottom would never heal.

Soma: I don't think I will ever try the cane. It scares the hell out of me. I'm not sure why. If it were ever used, I'm sure it would only be for very, very serious punishments. But the person who spanks me now has never used the cane, and like me, he doesn't have an interest in using it either. Maybe it's not as bad as I think it is, but just the reactions of spankee's in the few video clips I've seen are enough to scare me away from it.

PM Duo: We've never used a cane. I have to admit that I'm curious and would probably be willing to give it a try. However, it scares me a little! I kind of doubt that I could ever get him to use one. He worries about marks and pain despite my repeated assurances that I love both!

Hermione: We have never used a cane. I am curious and would like to try it, although I might be sorry I did. I have read many enthusiastic reports about them, most notably how Abby Learned to Love the Cane. I think that if I got the cane after being very well warmed up, I might enjoy it.

When I asked Ron what his thoughts were regarding caning, he said it had never occurred to him, and that it would probably deliver more pain than I would really want. He couldn't imagine beating me with a rigid walking stick. He did say it was up to me and if it was something I really wanted to try he would go along with it.

But do I or don't I?

Anon #2: My wife and I actually have three different canes, a light one, and two heavier ones. We are very careful in how we use them. Used properly, they need not be dangerous or even uncomfortable! The effect can be just delightfully stingy if you use them lightly – especially a number of light, quick strokes with the light cane.

We have shared our techniques with some couples with whom we play with and no one has found them objectionable when used correctly.

When my wife is in the mood for stronger or heavier play, canes are very effective. They also have such a strong history that their use adds greatly to the psychological aspects of spanking play!

Raheretic: I've used canes a good bit and have a collection of canes and rods of a variety of materials, thicknesses, and lengths. My favorites are Deluxe Canes of select rattan, with the excellent treatment Adam & Gillian’s uses to prepare them. I have had a lot of success with delryn canes too.

My swan had never been caned when we first met. One of our most momentous early sessions was her first caning. I'd played with her head for weeks in advance of the caning (we were in a long distance relationship then). When the time came, I was (uncharacteristically) merciful. She was actually disappointed. The experience had not lived up to the "build up" I'd given it. It had been anti-climactic for her. It was very early on in our relationship. I didn't want to risk so severely traumatizing her that she felt it was unsafe to continue with me. The next time we were together I flayed her bottom for her so that she never complained about the laxness of a caning again.

Swan has come to love the cane, and if we go too long between canings, she will begin to long to have her bottom striped again. I usually work some amount of caning in most of our spankings, and sometimes caning is the essence of the event.

Recently we lost our favorite cane to breakage. swan led the way in our search of the Internet for a suitable replacement. Finally securing a worthy cane from Adam & Gillian’s, she was thrilled until I switched in the air. Then she assumed that tremendously paradoxical visage that somehow combines blushing lust, excitement, consternation, and terror. I had her undress immediately so we could resolve her dilemma. :)

Our Bottoms Burn: I am frankly surprised that so many readers of MBS have a fear of the cane. Sure it can be a terror, but it does not have to be. I think a single tail whip is something to be feared more than a cane. While I don’t think most readers of MBS are into real pain, I know a cane can be used with awe-inspiring effect for both parties. Try a short whippy cane. Swoosh!

Eliane: I really don't like the cane much. It's a very intense kind of a pain, but I like the marks afterwards ;-) Then again, I could probably say that about most stuff I'm spanked with!

Greenwoman: I've tentatively tried a few times with my husband. He's been very gentle with these early experiments. The jury is still out for me. I think I'd like to try it someone with someone who's really got a love for canes. I have taken note that people who really love to spank with an implement tend to use it quite masterfully. My husband isn't partial to it, so I doubt he'll get to that place with it that I'd like to experience before I fully make up my mind about it. Mostly, I think that it might deliver more pain than I can handle.

Cookie: I don't particularly like the cane at all. I do enjoy watching canes being used in the videos or others, but I hate having one used on me for more then just a few playful swats. Although the cane actually doesn't have the same effect as a brush, I feel that is worse because the effects last longer and it can be given longer and harder. I am not sure though, but if I had the choice, I’d rather take a cane stroke then one from a brush.

Daisy: My ex came home very drunk one night and in a bad mood. Let’s just say canes are a terrifying memory for me.

But, with my new sweetheart, I would trust him to use one without causing damage, and almost look forward to the ghost being laid to rest...

Radha: We have a couple of canes, but I've only been swatted with them on a couple of occasions. I do like the after-effects! And he likes the stripes. But, I have to admit that they don't come out as much as I'd like. They do seem scary and I think that's what I like about it.

P.S. It's so lovely to read such varied responses!

Elle: I used to fantasise about canes a lot. Growing up in the UK, it was always something of a topic for discussion and I remember some of my earliest spanking fantasies and experiments were with caning as a focus rather than "spanking."

However, I seem to have grown out of it. Previous partners used canes and I enjoyed it, but my boyfriend now would never dream of using something as painful as the cane on me. I really do prefer his hand or belt and his playful style. I wouldn't really want him to cane me as it would change the dynamic of our relationship. I like the way we are. I don't need the cane.

Carye: Yes we have tried it, but only over clothes. PS is too worried about breaking the skin with such a thin implement. It was too stingy for what I like best, but I did like that the warmth lasted for a long time!

Bonnie: As Todd says, the cane wasn’t part our spanking lore during our formative years here in the US. When I was first exposed to the concept of caning, it was through various spanking publications and later on the Internet. The depiction in those venues was frequently savage and punitive. I vividly recall photographs of unfortunate young women whose grotesque welts bordered on disfigurement.

I carried this vision with me for a number of years. I wouldn’t have considered accepting even a single stroke, let alone an entire session. Then I started talking with caning enthusiasts. As I probably should have realized, there is a whole spectrum of severity levels, just as with any serious implement. The cane can be brutal to be sure, but so can a paddle. But in the right hands, a cane can also be quite sensual.

Our cane was selected with precisely this in mind. It’s short and light. I imagine it might break if Randy were to crank back and swing it like a tennis racket. His technique consists of a large number of repetitive short, quick, snapping strikes. It’s more than a tap, but less than a blow. The effect for me intensifies as he continues. Within a few minutes, I achieve a delicious stinging glow. There are no visible stripes, just some redness and warmth to the touch. It’s painful, but certainly not excruciatingly so.

We don’t use the cane often. It’s more of a change of pace implement for us, but it’s definitely part of our repertoire.

Thank you all for an excellent discussion. I hope you'll join us again when we reconvene next Sunday.

Friday, September 21, 2007

The Submission Test


Randy and I have an erotic game we play periodically and it’s called the submission test. As the name suggests, Randy employs a variety of methods to plumb the depths of my hunger for sexual submission. We hadn’t played this game for quite a while, at least a year by my reckoning. But last weekend, we revived it.

The fun began when Randy ordered me to go upstairs, strip naked, and lie face down on the bed. Knowing him as I do, that’s a signal that spankings, sex, and shenanigans were just ahead. Intrigued, I readily complied with his instructions.

About five minutes later, he walked through the bedroom doorway rubbing his hands together. I turned my head in time to see the eager smile on his face. He sat beside me and began rubbing my exposed and slightly chilly bottom.

“Tonight, my love, we are going to explore your submission. Everything we do will be with your complete, explicit, and unqualified consent. If you don’t want to proceed, you need only say so. At that point, we will stop.”

I knew the drill. I could end the session at any time, but would I? Or would I prefer to show off my submissiveness? The good thing was that I knew Randy wouldn’t propose anything that would injure me or place me in real danger.

“The time has come,” he informed me. “Shall I put on your cuffs?” He intended to restrain me. This was no real surprise. Light bondage can be enjoyable for me and it really heightens my feelings of submission.

“Yes, please do,” I responded in almost a whisper.

Randy slid the soft leather cuffs onto all four of my limbs. Next, he fastened elastic cords to anchor my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the foot of the bed. He left me a little freedom of movement, but I clearly wasn’t going anywhere until he released me. He finished by sliding a large pillow beneath my hips.

“Now, my sweet, we begin with the paddle. Do I have your permission to paddle your bottom until it glows bright red?”

Phrased like that, Randy knew his question cast me in the role of co-conspirator in my own chastisement.

“Yes,” I replied.

Paddle me he did. He unleashed a flurry of about twenty hard, fast swats without benefit of a warm-up. This barrage left me panting and squirming. It really hurt! I had little doubt that the redness he sought had been achieved.

“Do you feel that?” His finger was now touching my rear orifice. I told him that I did.

“Well, that’s my finger and it’s covered in lubricant. I want to use it to grease your ass. Does that meet with your approval?”

I’m generally a reluctant participant in anal play. Let’s just say it’s not as much fun for me as a good spanking. However, this was the submission test and I wasn’t about to bail out over a slippery finger. I told him to proceed.

As promised, the finger penetrated and lubricated my most private opening.

“Now, let’s move on to the belt.” As Randy spoke these words, I heard the sound of his own leather belt sliding rapidly though the loops of his pants. “May I whip your naked skin with my belt?”

Most times, my answer would be unequivocal. But that small paddle had already done some fine work on my sit spots. Nevertheless, I nodded my assent.

“Do you mean that you grant me permission to mark you?” He wanted to hear the actual words.

“Yes, yes.”

The belt cracks burned as they were applied, but the sensation didn’t seem unpleasant.

“Now, I would like to shove a vibrator up your ass. Will you let me do that?”

I answered, “Yeah, no… Wait. You don’t mean the Hitachi, do you?” For those unfamiliar with the Hitachi Magic Wand, I was concerned that I had just unknowing agreed to an act that might not even be physiologically possible.

Randy burst out laughing. “No, but now that you mention it…” I had to admit that concept was pretty funny, as long as he didn’t actually intend to do it.

He chose instead a slim, smooth, bullet-shaped vibrator. It was already buzzing when he began sliding it into me. It was a strange sensation to be stimulated back there.

“Now I want to add a second vibrator in front. Will you accept that?”

OK, this was a total no-brainer. “Sure,” I agreed.

Randy activated a second vibrator, identical to the first in all but color (I couldn’t see anything he was doing, but I do know my toys!). He expertly rubbed it up and down to maximize the intense effects. Within a minute or two, I was bucking up and down, writhing with pleasure and pulling on my restraints. The feeling of those two vibrators working in unison was mind blowing. I nearly reached climax more than once, but my lover eased off before I achieved it.

“May I finish you off with this cane?” He now controlled both vibrators with his right hand as his left employed a small, thin cane to tap on my scalded bottom.

“Yes, please finish…” I gasped.

That flicking cane was just enough to trigger a monumental orgasm. He continued to strike it against my skin even as I moaned in ecstasy. I loved every second.

There are no losers in the submission game. We both won. He measured my submission and found it to his liking. I tested my own mettle and emerged victorious.

After I was unhitched, cooled down, and relaxed, I repaid his loving attention with my own style of oral gratitude. Randy was favorably impressed. Yes, this was a good game and a fine way to spend an evening at home together!

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Welcome to CP Solutions


This is a day for celebration here at My Bottom Smarts. You are reading my 700th blog post. This is also my 100th spanking story. What's more, sometime on Monday, we should record our three millionth hit. On this occasion, I must offer my deepest gratitude to you, my dear readers. As I have said before, without your ongoing encouragement, I would have given up long ago.

I guess this just goes to prove that there's a lot more to spanking than a sore bottom!


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Teresa’s foot pressed firmly against the brake pedal of her almost new SUV. She could have made that light, she thought, as traffic whizzed in front of her. A quick glance at her watch revealed the time to be 7:21 am. She should still be able to make it in time. She tapped nervously on the steering wheel as the light seemed endless.

Finally, upon detecting the desired green signal, she sped off. Three blocks further, Teresa turned left in to a nicely landscaped office and industrial complex. On each side of the road were elongated single story buildings. They were identically decorated for the season with what seemed like a rather unimaginative institutional flair. She pulled into the parking lot in front of building number twenty three.

Again gazing at her watch, the time was now 7:28 am. After grabbing her bag from the passenger seat, Teresa hurried through the double doors and into an attractive waiting room. She could smell fresh coffee brewing in one corner. There were two other women seated on comfortable couches and casually reading magazines. Teresa approached the reception window. The bookish woman seated just inside wore a plain navy dress. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Her black hair was gathered in a tight bun behind her head. She looked up at Teresa above half-round reading glasses.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow. I have you down for thirty minutes at 7:30 with Rolf.”

“Yes, that’s correct.” Teresa’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, you’re fortunate that he is running a little behind this morning. Please get changed right away and report to room seven.” She handed Teresa a pink plastic pass card. The woman then quickly turned away and returned to her computer where she resumed entering data.

Teresa walked to the back of the waiting room and through a portal marked “Women’s Locker Room.” When she waved the pass card over the sensor, the door opened. She felt compelled to hurry, yet at the same time, a vague apprehension seemed to slow her progress. Once inside, she sat down on a bench and changed into the outfit she had brought. It was a scarlet and white striped thong-style workout leotard that left her soft, rounded buttocks completely uncovered. She placed the rest of her clothes and belongings into a locker and then strode quietly down a narrow hallway toward her appointment in room seven.

Arriving at the door, Teresa spotted a pink folder resting in a vertical basket attached to the outside of the door. A label on the folder read:

CP Solutions
Teresa Winslow
Female 37
Stress Relief

She was tempted to examine the contents, but she heard noisy footsteps down an intersecting hallway. Teresa rapidly opened the door and slipped inside.

When she turned around, there, directly in front of her, stood Rolf. She gasped. Broad and muscular, he towered nearly a foot taller than his petite client. His arms were folded in front of him, but his expression looked more serious than unhappy.

But for lack of a whistle, Rolf might have been mistaken for a sports coach. His tight fitting gray t-shirt displayed the CP Solutions paddle logo. He wore dark athletic shorts, white socks, and tan basketball shoes. His well groomed light brown hair showed just a hint of graying at the temples.

“Good morning, Miss Winslow.” Rolf’s voice was even and deep. “How are you today?”

“Good morning, Rolf.” Teresa felt suddenly timid. For a split second, she wondered why. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done this before. “I really need this session.” As she spoke those words of confession, she peered up into his piercing cornflower eyes. She hoped he would understand.

“Shall we begin then?” This sounded more like a command than a question, but they both understood what must happen next.

Teresa walked over to an alcove across which stretched a padded beam. The beam was attached to the walls on either side of the alcove by an adjustable track system. The beam had been configured in advance to rest at the proper height for Teresa. Again feeling anxious, she nevertheless bent over the beam. She felt her lips tighten in anticipation of the discomfort soon to come.

“We will start with a standard warm up.” Rolf’s booming voice seemed even more forceful from inside the narrow alcove. With that, his rigid right palm impacted low on Teresa’s bottom. She cringed at the first sensation of pain. The second blow fell just above its predecessor. With workman-like efficiency, Rolf spanked up one cheek and down the other. Over and over he repeated this precise punitive pattern until he determined that her primary spanking surfaces were adequately prepared for the main portion of the session.

“I’m going to give you a break for a couple of minutes, but I’ll be right back. You may stand if you wish.” Without further explanation, Rolf headed out the door.

Warm-up or not, Teresa’s bottom stung. She rubbed with both hands, but this yielded no real relief. As she rubbed, she looked around the appointment room. It was a spanker’s paradise. On the walls hung numerous paddles, floggers, straps, and crops of various designs. The one table held a tray containing hairbrushes, bath brushes, and belts. On the opposite side of the room was a wall-mounted cabinet. Wide but not deep, it resembled one she had seen for the storage of billiard cues. This cabinet, however, contained punishment canes. She thought about opening the doors for a closer look, but she didn’t want to appear too interested in that cabinet.

When Rolf returned, he was carrying a small, rounded wooden paddle. It was the sort of a paddle that might be ideal for a close quarters, over the lap sort of spanking. But Teresa doubted that was on the schedule for today. She pondered briefly how nice it could be to be that near to Rolf, but his voice interrupted her daydream.

“Shall we?” His gesture directed Teresa to again assume her position over the beam. Once she was in place, Rolf began to spank again, this time applying the sturdy wooden paddle. Rather than the wide dispersion technique employed for the warm-up, Rolf now focused his attention and his swats upon the lower half of each cheek. The paddle generated a much louder report than had the spanking therapist’s hand. For Teresa, however, the biggest difference was shocking burn the paddle caused each time it smacked against her bare skin. Her hands gripped ever tighter as her fingers dug into the soft padding of the beam.

After several minutes of vigorous paddling, Rolf halted abruptly and placed the implement into the tray on the table. Teresa began to rise, but stopped when she felt Rolf's hand on her back gently indicating that she should remain in position.

“You will now receive four strokes with a 3/8 inch cane. These will likely hurt a great deal. Are you prepared?”

“Yes,” sniffed Teresa, “Just please get it over.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Compared to the paddle, the swish and crack of the cane was nearly silent. Teresa, however, couldn’t help exclaiming, “Ow!” as each stroke was applied. The final one hit just above where her bottom meets her thighs and was so powerful that she felt her knees buckle. By the time the session was over, she was sobbing quietly and words failed her.

Rolf wrapped his burly arms around his client and gave her a supportive hug. She melted into his chest, enveloped by his masculine strength.

After several moments, Rolf whispered that he had another session.

“Thank you, Rolf. That really, really helped.” He smiled as she tipped him a twenty and then he was gone.

As she returned to the locker room, Teresa marveled at how much more relaxed she felt. It had been a difficult session and she knew she would be sore for the rest of the day, but this feeling of peaceful bliss was so worth it.

Upon returning to the locker room, she took a warm, rejuvenating shower. The sudsy water flowed down her body in rivulets as her last of her cares swirled down the drain. Later, as she dried her hair in front of a long lighted vanity, Teresa couldn't resist examining her freshly treated bottom in the large mirrors. It was still warm to the touch and looked very red, but there were no obvious cuts or bruises. That Rolf, she thought, definitely knows his craft.

Soon, Teresa was again dressed in her business suit, with hair styled, makeup applied, and everything in order. On the way out, she stopped at the reception desk to make another appointment with Rolf in two weeks. By then, his services would again be most welcome.

When she left the CP Solutions facility, Teresa did so with renewed confidence and improved focus. She knew this would be a very good day.

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