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A good caning can be hard to find, but this one Lea got sounds pretty satisfactory:

There are times when I crave a good caning. And recently I got one. A is very skilled at caning, amongst other things, and this was the first time I’d been caned by him. He has about a million and a half canes I think. Rattan, delrin, it was all there. I was a bit wide-eyed surveying the collection. I expressed that I like sting over thud and about half of them were put away, still leaving many options. Once those were all picked out, I got undressed and lay on the bed. (Is it “lay” or “laid”? Fuck, I can never remember that.) I was a bit nervous but it faded as we talked about what my experiences with caning have been like.

He was a pro at giving a good warm-up. I don’t think I would’ve been able to take nearly as much without that. It started slower as I got a feel for a few of the canes and the different sensations of each one. You can see from the picture that I received full coverage and it was kept pretty even. For much of it he was using more than one cane at a time and would get the same spot several times before switching to the other side. It was a steady pace that allowed me to handle the harder strokes when it worked up to that. He swapped to different canes a few times and I tried to give feedback on how they felt compared to the others, but I’m not always good at verbalizing that. After a few “I don’t know’s” he said he’d run through them again so I could compare. He struck me with 5 or 6 different canes in quick succession and asked again which one I liked best. When I had stopped squirming I looked back at him with a glare and he continued with an evil smile on his face. I vetoed the last one as too stingy even for me and tried to give clearer answers.

The intensity increased as he continued and there was much more squirming and moaning on my part. Probably an “oh fuck” or two in there as well. We were still talking throughout and he seemed to be judging my reactions well. At one point he paused and asked, “How did you say you feel about blood?”

There are pictures, too.

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Most of us don’t have caning furniture quite this solid in our houses and play spaces. But wouldn’t it be nice for those days when you’re in the mood to break a cane and she just can’t keep still?

Pictures are from a recent update to the members area at Infernal Restraints.

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Here’s some birching artwork in color (found on Bondage Blog) by the Russian artist Kindinov, who was featured here a little while ago:

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It’s a miracle! One quick belt spanking on her knees in the sand, and she’s promising she’ll never lie again:

The panels are from a comic called Pinochia.

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They were having a good time at the Place Of Fancies, when he remembered she’d eating chocolate in front of him when he could not have any:

“Why are you so wet?” He brushes his hand between my legs. “Um,” tiny voice. “You were fucking me hard.”

Such a little comment. He registers it quickly. Perhaps I spoke too soon. He takes my pussy juice and wipes it on his hardness.

My legs are flipped over and he inserts himself like a coin in a slot machine, I’m that slippery. Hands grip my shoulders, grasps my hair, pulling, pressing, pinning.

Oh. I’m sticky, oozy, messy chocolate now. There is no decorum, no loveliness about it. If I was melting before, I’m liquid under him now. It feels perfect….. until….

He rises up and two large hands descend on the tops of my buttocks with an almighty smack.

“You ate chocolate in front of me.”

Shit. I did. I thought he was too busy doing a task for him to notice. He doesn’t like doing this task. He makes a point of telling me eating chocolate while sorting this stuff out, is not good. I’m bad.

Smack, smack. It fucking hurts. Like tears spring sharply in my eyes. I howl. He grows inside me.

He registers that quickly too.

He repeats the smacks and I’m crying out, writhing… He bulges and fills me more.

This is fucking fantastic…but it hurts.

Another round of spanks and I’m trying to buck him off my legs. Pointless, the man is way too heavy for me. Crushing me, he goes deeper, harder. My arse is stinging in tandem. My pussy is drenching everything.

I don’t want him to stop, but I know he will. I’m fighting him with my body, but my mind has vaporised, turned to steam. Can’t describe the sensation of being gone and yet still there very much with him.

I clean him with my mouth. We both catch our breaths.

“I’m going to flog you now.”

I was expecting this. I kneel on the bed, bottom raised and head buried down…

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From Red Booty Woman comes this tale of a narrow escape:

I opened the door of the house and was about to call out a greeting, when I saw it. My mother-in-law was draped over the arm of the living room sofa, her head buried in her arms and my father-in-law was busy strapping her bottom with a belt!

Whoa! That image is scarred into my brain for awhile!

…

I shut the door very fast… and quietly. Neither of them turned their heads and saw me… or Jim about to enter behind me. I pushed him back down the driveway and towards the car, telling him why we are suddenly changing plans. He didn’t object in the slightest!

…

Suffice to say, we’ll call the next time before just stopping by.

Also, knocking is good even where you know you’re welcome…

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This harsh bare-breasted whipping in a Nazi prison camp comes from a book cover, and was found via Kinky Delight:

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