I've been caning solipsist for 10 minutes sessions during weekday lunchtimes. These are short, sharp and very sweet sessions indeed, in which I utilize a variety of corporal punishment implements, including:- rattan canes (8mm and 10mm)
- plastic wrapped wire cane
- leather wrapped cane
- a very vicious rawhide cane
- my riding crop
- a wide leather strap (warm up tool)
The lunch time caning ritual I have established is very precise. Sol arrives at a designed time (if he is late the time is taken from his 10 minutes). I am usually dressed for this quick session in black stay up stockings, my new 5 inch thigh high black leather boots and a tight sleeveless black T shirt (to support my breasts during caning), with my very long dark hair roughly pinned on the top of my head with a long sharp gold pin. I wear the Chanel perfume I only wear during BDSM play...
On arrival sol greets me with a kiss on the lips, kneels and kisses my boots, then strips down to his frilly panties and cock cage. He waits kneeling, head down, on his pet cushion (covered with fake fur paw prints, lol) by the chair I have placed in the centre of the Persian rug. I usually keep him waiting a little while, to help him calm and focus, while I select my implements for the day.
I enter the room silently carrying my selection as well as a bottle of water and an alarm clock. With a hand gesture I order sol to remove his panties and assume the position: facing the back of the chair with legs spread, then bending forward with his hands spread on the chair's seat. This places his ass in a perfect position, cheeks slightly parted, skin stretched - a good position for the fairly intense short session that is to follow. He waits in that position while I place everything I am carrying exactly where I require it...
Standing behind sol, I pick up the wide black leather strap in my left hand and run my right hand slowly over his body, from the nape of his neck down his backbone ... I trail my fingertips between his buttocks and run my nails over his balls. At this stage he usually has an erection - the caning will soon remove that, but for now I run my hand over his straining cock, over his stomach and chest, scraping my nails against his nipples. With his head down over the chair I know all he can sense of me as I walk around him are the black leather boots whose high heels he can see, the fingertips he can feel on his skin, and the scent of my perfumed and aroused body...
Eventually my right hand settles on his lower back, palm flat against him. Without warning I lift my left arm and swinging in an arc strike with the leather strip, giving 10 blows to both buttocks to bring up the colour quickly, due to my limited time. Each blow echoes with a low crack. I drop the leather strap and pick up the shorter and smaller of my rattan canes ... keeping my eyes on the exact spot I am aiming for, I proceed to deliver ten sharp cuts on each buttock, each increasing in intensity, leaving adequate time between each for sol to experience the two fold pain effect of caning (the pain intensifies in the 30 to 45 seconds immediately following each stroke).
For most subs this would be quite enough caning, thank you very much. Sol, however, being a true masochist and pain slut, simply gives a small polite wince ... for him the pain is still at a low threshold. I smile - I am going to have to strike a lot harder and also outside the sweet spot if I am to get his endorphins flowing in this very short session... I examine my several synthetic canes, once described by Katherine Hawks as "absolutely brutal. Unless your bottom is a hard-core masochist who doesn't need much of a warm-up, many of the synthetic canes will turn your partner off to this delicious practice". Am I not a lucky Mistress with my beloved sol?
I select a plastic wrapped wire one with a sharp bite, and lay five cuts on each cheek, cupping my left palm over the area of the white hot lines of each strike. I now have sol's complete attention. He gasps with each impact. Blood engorged welts immediately appear on both cheeks ... I drop the cane and run both hands over his cheeks, telling him how good his marks look with their typical double lines .... my fingers caress his cock and balls until he murmurs with pleasure.
I check out the time - 5 minutes already gone - and pick up the rawhide cane. It has a deadly sting. I lay another five cuts on each cheek, again cupping and pressing my left hand down over the area of each strike. I also hold my spread hand over his side trying to take the impact on areas where the tip of the deadly little whippy cane may wrap around the side of his thighs. Even striking with the lightest of pressure, sol's ass instantly blazes from the impacts and he gasps.
To change the sensation completely I drop the rawhide cane and pick up the 10mm rattan one. The next five strokes on each cheek are deep and thuddy. This time I don't lift the cane after each stroke but leave it vibrating against the skin. I glance at the clock: nearly out of time. I quickly replace the rattan cane with my riding crop and order sol to count the final strikes. The first few only the leather pad at the end of the riding crop touches sol, but for the last cuts I strike sharply with the entire length of the crop against both cheeks.
I run my hands over his burning cheeks a final time then tell him I am finished and to stand upright carefully (he wobbles a bit, the endorphins have definated taken over), to have some water and then come and lie down in our bedroom for a few minutes. Before he gets dressed I quickly position him on the bed, ass up, for some photos ... privately I curse that I am still not striking with 100% accuracy, sol's weight loss means I literally have to relearn how my favourite instruments work on his body. However any wrapping or tipping - which might cause others distress - for this little pain slut is often what he recalls best ("could you please make the strokes on the ass as heavy as the ones that wrapped / tipped?" he sometimes asks ... sigh...). When while taking the photos I admire his marks, he trots naked to the nearest mirror to admire them himself.
I make tea and give him something to take with him (some chocolate or perhaps a handful or dried fruit) for a sugar fix in case of sub drop. We have a few minutes to snuggle on our bed, then exactly half an hour after he arrived - his eyes now focused again - I see him to the door, where he kneels to kiss my boots again and then heads back to work. As I watch him drive away (shifting somewhat uncomfortably on the car seat) and begin my own post scene rituals (hanging up my toys and beginning the long process of extracting myself from my boots...) I feel how turned on and wet I am from the whole session. The bed, still rumpled from our bodies, looks very inviting for a quick wank ... it would be tempting to fantasize about the advanced caning lessons I am about to start with the Madam of one of Australia's best known BDSM establishments ... but no, I decide, it will be more fun to wait until sol returns home in a few hours...
(sol is very proudly displaying photos of his marks from each session on his submission blog if you'd like to see them).
Reference:
Katherine Hawks "The Joy of Caning" (reproduced with permission on FrugalDomme)
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