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Back in November I posted a bit by Mistress Sky, who was just starting to learn to enjoy caning. Apparently the project is coming along nicely:

I asked if we could please use ALL the canes we own during sex magick/play yesterday. I explained that I do enjoy the light rat-tat-tat caning, to a certain extent, and that I wanted to feel the difference between the canes and their effects on my buttocks. So, I’m in control, I have asked for what I want and my Master has agreed. He knows perfectly well that I do not like canings, but he understands completely, my feminine logic!!

I wore my newest Teddy and hold-up stockings. I never prepare mentally in advance because it defeats the object and detracts from the whole experience… but I did gulp nervously when I saw all 4 of the ‘nasties’ laid side by side on the bed. Incense was burning, circle opened and candles lit: We came together for kissing and touching, foreplay, if you will, to relax and confirm our mutual desire before I gave up my self to him.

As I bent over the end of the bed, I tried to quiet my mind, for it is never truly still or empty. His palm connected with my flesh in the familiar way, lightly spanking each cheek as the first part of the warm-up. The latex (light) flogger followed, both swishing and strokes, which always sting a little as they wrap round me! Then, pulse racing, I see him pick up the small, thin, short whippy cane – which shall forever be NLB to me (Nasty Little Bamboo)!

Even the tiny, rapid, light strokes hurt. Ouch, ouch, I squirmed, but didn’t actually move. I was very relieved when he put that one down. Next came the slightly thicker bamboo. I managed a little better with this one – it still stung, but a little less than NLB, so this one I christened LNB (Less Nasty Bamboo). I was becoming very moist and my bum was pretty warm by now, only 2 more to go.

I’m not technically minded where canes are concerned, because I don’t like them (well I didn’t…) so I don’t really know what to call No.3. It’s light wood, straight and quite long compared to the bamboos. This one I enjoyed. I could feel the Raven getting into the rhythm and matching the intensity of the strokes to the feel of the cane. It’s definitely an art and he’s bloody good at it. I even asked for more and he obliged by repeating the light caning strokes and pattern of playing them all over my cheeks.

It just got better when I felt the first firm strokes of the large, heavy bamboo. They stroked me while they stung a bit too, but I felt myself drifting through my own mind and had to make an effort to pull back and ask for more (twice!). I was greedy, but to be honest, I was on such a high that I couldn’t have cared less. He was careful to bring me back down with the crop and the light flogger before we made love. I was rocked by the most intense orgasm, as was he and delighted by the whole experience.

Am I the only one who thinks Dolli from Dolli Be Good ought to be spanked for excess exclamation points?

A couple days ago I got one of the worst spankings I’ve gotten in a while! Oh my gosh! Lately I’ve been SOOO obedient, but this day (wednesday) I was just having trouble listening. It was the first day back to life from vacation, and I was really sad. D was trying to get my spirits up but I was just giving him attitude…(and maybe calling him names :/ ) I really should have stopped when D started counting down to getting the belt. Yeah, no. D got the belt himself. He didn’t even tell me to get it which he usually does! So I was a little worried. I had a pillow put under my hips while I laid on the sofa. I hadn’t had the belt if FOREVER! I forgot how much it stings! I got a long, hard strapping. My bottom was ON FIRE! But I ended up feeling a lot better.

A cane stroke per, would do nicely, plus an extra with the belt for every capitalized letter not found at the beginning of a sentence.. Then she’d only use them when she needs them.

The audio in the video this Girls Boarding School screencap is from — of a vigorous bathroom hand spanking — is really quite fun.

There’s something about the sharp cold acoustics of a tiled bathroom that make a spanking sound much more vicious!

Found this bit of Dubigeon art (featuring generous breast welts) on the newish-looking Titty Blog.

I notice that one of the whips on the wall looks a lot like the martinet Bethie got for Christmas…

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From the way Spankable describes getting caned while positioned on her back with her legs held up toward her chest, it sounds like a position I should use more with Bethie:

I hadn’t actually remembered about the discipline, I just didn’t want to go to sleep without cuddling him first (like the night before). He came in, saw me reading lying naked on the bed, and fetched the cane before he even came over to cuddle me. Instantly he had my full attention and everything was quivering. I tried to hide it as usual, talking about the book and giving him a belated xmas present, but I think he saw it quite clearly in my eyes.

The caning was hard. He reduced me to shaking, anxious, helpless and tearful before even touching me, simply by putting me on my back for the caning. I really find that position hard, no matter how tightly I squeeze my legs together everything’s on display, and it’s a lot harder to hold position like that than it is lying on your front or bent over a chair. Plus, the first stroke was low down and hard, which as far as I was concerned was not an auspicious start. Somewhere around the third stroke or so I begged to break position, to stop, to rub, anything. I was crying and telling him how hard it was to be good, while simultaneously trying my damnedest. The strokes also hurt more than usual because the position pulled all everything tight, so the ‘inner’ bits of skin down along the cleft and right next to my cunt got the brunt of it, whereas those parts aren’t normally affected at all.

Afterwards I cuddled up against his chest, snuffled a few tears, whimpered quite a lot that my bottom hurt. We talked about how hard I found beatings in that position…, how the cane bit into different parts of me from usual, how hard it was to be good and not break position.

Then he put me back in position and gave me another three…

As a man, I find it’s always useful to get into spanko women’s heads to learn what they like and why they like it. For this purpose, enjoy a woman’s spanking fantasy from a random Myspace:

What pleases me? Good conversations and hugs please me. So does learning something new, playing a close game of cards or dominoes or pool, hearing a good groove or tasting delicious flavors. Like most women, I love surprise gifts… random affectionate acts like flowers or a sensual massage or a lunchtime call (or rendezvous). Sometimes it’s a caress or kiss, but sometimes I like to play like I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished.

I don’t mean brutal punishment or physical harm, but someone to dominate me a little (ok, maybe a little more than that.) Get into my thoughts and find ways to stay there. Like a call late in the afternoon telling me to pull up my skirt, take my panties off and touch myself until I’m throbbing with desire… delaying my orgasm because I’ve been told to save it for you and knowing what I’m in for if I don’t wait to share it with you. Getting home and being tied to the bed… being teased by exploring hands, a warm, wet tongue or anything else you wish… squeezing me and spanking me until it really smarts (making me insanely hot) and making me beg for you to let me… um, damn… I need to stop… I don’t even know your name.

It’s been a while since I posted a good movie spanking. This one is a promotional still for the movie Too Young To Kiss and features actress June Allyson.

Too young to kiss, but apparently old enough to enjoy a good spanking…