I’ve been playing with Katie, all be it irregularly, for well over two years now. There’s an intensity to our sessions, a wonderful sense of challenge. Given that I am always (well, almost always) holding the cane you might assume that I am the one challenging her: “Can you take this? How about harder? How about four strokes together?”
I’ve recognised recently that, in reality, Katie is challenging me.
Here is a look at Katie’s beautiful bottom after I had caned her in the super-hot kidnap scene we recently played out with the wonderful Carla James.
I’d told Katie I was going to give her 18 strokes, but I let her choose the cane, giving her a measure of control over the severity of the caning. She dithered for a while, just as I would have done, then chose a serious implement, long and straight; exactly the type of cane Elita might beat me with.
I would know exactly how each blow felt for her.
The first six were firm, with a nice gap between each and evenly spaced over her bottom. Carla was holding Katie’s face in her hands, looking into her eyes, and I loved how hot she found Katie’s reactions, how complicit this made her in the punishment.
The second six were stronger, causing a bigger jerk of Katie’s body and a louder yell.
The last six were hard, using my wrist to accelerate the end of the cane just before impact. The final three came together; whack, whack, whack! Katie was breathing hard and Carla’s eyes were alight with the excitement of what she was witnessing.
But Katie wanted more. She didn’t ask for it, but I knew she wanted more in the same way that Elita had known that I wanted more in the session I described here.
I could have carried on; indeed I think I did whack her a few more times. But delivering the last six had been less sexy for me than the first six. Instead of enjoying the interplay, the connection between us and the impact of the cane, I’d been nervously concentrating on landing the hard blows in the right place. Too high would be dangerous; too low would be agonising and leave long lasting welts on her thighs.
I’d realised that I was right at the edge of my abilities and to attempt to cane her harder would risk injury.
The Dom part of a me has a streak of sadism that would have been quite happy to hurt Katie some more, but her trust in me is such a beautiful thing that I would rather disappoint her by ending the caning early than risk betraying that trust.
However, I don’t want to end our journey into corporal punishment here. Our sessions are so hot, so intense, and the connection between us before, during and after the act itself is always so wonderful.
So I have a plan.
I’m going to set up a three way session with the very skilled corporal punishment expert Miss Amy Hunter.
And I am going to ask Miss H to show me how to give Katie the caning she really wants from me.
I think that might be pretty hot too.