You Need This

As I lay forward, my ankles, wrists and body bound to a frame I prepared myself for the punishment to come. Behind me stood Miss Stephanie, an extremely skilled Domme, who was holding the first of six canes that she was to punish me with. I felt the first cane, a junior keboo, being tapped against my exposed bottom as she lined it up before pulling it back behind her head, pausing, and then bringing it back down, creating the well-known whooshing sound as it cut through the air, finally landing against my bare skin. The immediate stop caused the kinetic energy to be transferred to my bottom in a mixture of sound, heat and pain which radiated through my body. There would be another thirty-five to come, all equally painful and all I could do in my bondage prison was to lay there and wait for the next stroke to be applied.

The cane has always fascinated me as an impact play implement. This fascination started when I sexually matured in early adulthood and discovered the world of BDSM. It was a lot harder to find out about BDSM in the 1990's compared to now as obtaining porn depicting this kind of play was limited to poor-quality magazines in sex shops or catching glimpses of play in films or on TV to glean as much as I could. As I saw glimpses into this world the idea of submitting to a dominant woman appealed sexually. As my mind was broadened my understanding included the world of shiny fashions, bondage and punishment play.

Being a young adult in the 1990's it was challenging finding out more about the world of BDSM and how to experience it. The idea of submitting to a powerful dominant woman appealed. My understanding moved on to the world of shiny fashions, bondage and punishment play. Reflecting on that time I knew nothing and gleaned any bits of intelligence about this form of sexual play I could.

I began to fantasise over two implements, the riding crop and the cane, the only two punishment play tools I could envisage. It would be a few years before I discovered that this play also included long tail whips, floggers, straps and paddles but eventually the cane was the one I thought about first.

Fantasy eventually moved into reality with me experiencing the physical side involving bondage and punishment play administered by female Dommes dressed in leather, latex or PVC, wearing fetish-styled footwear. Impact has been applied using various implements including paddles and floggers but the cane has always been the implement I have craved and sessions have usually ended with the application of it, adding its livid marking to the bruising already showing from other tools. The cane is brutal. Whereas implements like hand spanking, short paddles, slippers and the like have a pain level of 3/10, the cane applies the hugest level of pain and is rated at 10/10 on some scales.

"You can't muck about with the cane," explained Miss Stephanie after a pause in our play. Cane application has to be hard, the tool pulled as far back as possible, maximising velocity as it is swung until it strikes the body causing the energy transfer. The pain is intense and almost unbearable, making the cane the punishment tool of the connoisseur and experienced player.

As I have continued through my journey and experienced other impact play implements I have always craved the cane. At the new year, I decided I needed another physical session and my search for a suitable Domme brought Miss Stephanie to my attention. Her videos showed the work of an extremely skilled no-nonsense Dominatrix, skilled at inflicting discipline through punishment. I was also drawn to her physical attractiveness and willingness to dress in clothing depicting an authority figure, something my mind has come to want in a play session. During our conversations, she was keen to identify that her style of play was hard, mostly involving the cane, and I was to be prepared for this.

A few weeks later I was submitting to her in person. Play started with multiple strokes from thick leather paddles, a tawse and finally the cane. I experienced the pain the cane inflicts and as I felt my bottom after being released from my bondage prison I could feel the raised skin and then viewed the deep red welts left by the cane's application. The cane can cause the breaking of the skin and Miss Stephanie's application took me to the edge of that level of play. Twenty-four hours later the welts had turned to deep purple bruising which would remain for at least a fortnight and sitting down caused discomfort.

Despite the pain both during the session and afterwards, I knew wanted more. As I travelled home and shifted uncomfortably in my seat I knew I needed to return and experience a second round of cane play. Three months later I returned, this time with a more developed roleplay designed to increase my psychological stimulation as well as the physical pleasure of a play session. Miss Stephanie did not disappoint as she was dressed as an Edwardian housekeeper, a look I had requested. She had acquired a pair of thigh-high patent high-heeled boots which she asked me to put on her and then I was allowed to kiss them.

When we were both ready we started to play. I was secured to a frame specially designed for punishment play, allowing my limbs and torso to be secured and restrained using thick leather straps and I had requested that my wrists be cuffed behind my back, something I had seen recently and which I found extremely erotic. Play started with a warm-up, hand spanks followed by the use of the thick leather paddles on my bare bottom, preparing me for the punishment ahead.

"Wait until you feel this," were the words spoken which told me that this was going to be a hard play session as Miss Stephanie applied the first cane stroke and it felt much harder than the previous session but I was prepared to take the agreed thirty-six strokes. I had to ask for a pause after eighteen and again after twenty-one. I debated whether to stop at this point as I had nearly reached twenty-two strokes, the number I had received the last time, but I wanted to continue.

The application continued to come in batches of six strokes, each batch delivered with a different cane, comprising of keboos and dragons, each increasing in severity until the final set. For this one, I had requested Miss Stephanie's smoked dragon, the hardest of her canes and probably only the Sjambok is more brutal. I had also requested that I be hooded. The hood I use has a back lace detail pulling the front onto the face and leather straps encircling the neck and mandible, reducing sensory perception and making speech almost impossible. Miss Stephanie secured it in place and then warned me that the last six were not going to be easy.

"You need this, just take it," were her words as she lined the cane up and delivered the first stroke. The remaining strokes were delivered in quick succession, the cane being pulled back and hardly a pause before it was brought back down to strike my bottom with only a few seconds passing between each stroke. I shifted extremely uncomfortably as the strokes were applied and was relieved as the final stroke was applied and it was all over.

I felt very sore afterwards and endured the discomfort for the next twenty-four hours but I was glad I had submitted to Miss Stephanie again and experienced a proper hard application of the cane.

The cane is not for everyone and is certainly not for the novice player but it is for me and other connoisseurs of this form of impact play. I always relish and enjoy it and like before I now want more.