Like any other physical skill, the correct method for wielding a cane has to be learnt. In this week’s image Elita is demonstrating the technique; Lilly mimicking her grip and her action.
I love this image. Look at Elita on the left, caught exactly at the moment of impact. She looks like an athlete; centred and strong. Her straight arm transmits the full force of her lithe body into the cane, making it cut into the cushion. That blow is going to hurt deep down, not just at the surface. Lilly isn’t there yet; still a bent arm, wristy sort of shot. It will sting a bit.
Watching the lesson, knowing what was going to happen next, was tingly hot; nerve endings responding involuntarily every time Elita’s cane thudded into the cushion. Whummp! Whummp! Whummp!
Of course eventually they needed a real target: one that would react to each blow; move under the cane; respond.
I took some deep breaths first.
This was just a vignette in a scenario of such unremitting kinky eroticism that I am still processing it, although writing about it in my recent post definitely helped.
Lilly played the part of the Ingénue in our scene. In this post a ascribe a role to Elita and one to me.
More sin, lots and lots of it, here: