Our friend Zille recently referred to “California style” caning in her blog, by contrast with the English style. I’d found the distinction fascinating, and mentioned it to Tom. If the English style is a small number of very hard strokes, with pauses in between, then the Californian style is a rhythmic sequence of rapid strokes, starting tantalisingly light but building to a burning intensity.
We’ve played like this before, but never in a deliberate, extended way. Those initial bouncing taps are more or less the recommended way of introducing a new player to the pleasure of the cane, and I leaned back into them, hungry for more impact. The regular rhythm made it easy to relax, knowing what was coming next. As the sensation accumulated, my breathing slowed. My reactions seemed to ebb and flow; beginning with soft moans, slipping into sharper yelps and hisses as the impact increased, then relaxing again as I adjusted to the new intensity and my body accepted it. I slipped into a meditative state, the sensations shifting between pain and pleasure and back again.
This trance state is, in some ways, the holy grail of play for me: the calm space where new and harder impact only makes me sigh quietly, absorbing the energy, delighting in it.