Invidia’s Birthday Caning
Boy, The Boss and Invidia know how to celebrate a birthday (scroll down for 3.20.05 entry). He had the birthday, and she got the caning.
Invidia knows how to describe a spanking in apocalyptic terms (we suspect she enjoys sympathy):
TheBoss is getting old and we celebrate his longevity every year about this time. There was no money in the coffers for fancy hardware or dungeon furniture. In fact, there was no money in the coffers for much of anything except a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant. So I offered my lily-white tushie to him as a canvas upon which he could paint with his implement of choice.
He started with the rattan cane, and though the first six were like Flaming Death From Behind, the endorphins kicked in after that and I rode the tide to twenty rather serenely. Next his artist’s eye spotted the strop which he applied with birthday abandon. The strop is both stingy and thuddy, and it does a remarkable job of eliciting squeals and wails from me. It is also heavy enough that it physically pushes me forward, which I find incredibly sexy for some reason. I guess it’s the pelvic thrust that really drives me insane. (Let’s do the Time Warp again!)
After several of those, he finally took up the implement I most fear – the Dreaded Purple Acrylic Cane itself. Twelve strokes remained in his birthday number (‘Cause the man is getting old!), and there was the proverbial one-to-grow-on stroke which also had to be administered. I gabbed my pillow and shoved my face into it in order to stifle my screams.
My darlings, there are no words to describe how thirteen serious strokes with the DPAC feel . . ..
But of course, a good time was had by all. Happy Birthday, Boss!



