Ten Minutes and a Cane

What happens when you have ten minutes
alone...

before the kids come home?






















Sir gifts me with some time
to let go...
with the aid of a cane!

Happy me!

The Cane and the Teddy Bear

After dinner I went into our room
and began to fold clean clothes
(oh yes...so mundane)

Sir came up behind me and
put his arms around.
He fondled my breasts,
took off my bra,
and pinched and pulled my nipples
until I was starting to moan.

He whispered in my ear
that he was very happy with what I had made for dinner
and that I had not been too inappropriate
when he was late for dinner
and that I was doing such a better job of listening
and obeying.

He told me that as a reward,
he would cane me,
so I was to drop my pants and lay over the side of the bed.

I quickly did, and he retrieved the cane.

He tapped so nicely and I was really enjoying
until he TAPPED.
YOUCH!

then he immediately went back to light
taps
As I started to moan,
TAP
YOUCH!

Then as the pattern continues and I'm starting to
really let go,
he tells me to start asking for it.

So when the pain morphs into warm, yummy feelings
I have to ask.
If I don't ask quickly enough the TAP is excruciating...
ok - not excruciating but really severe.

---------

Later, I was talking to Sir and said,
"Sometimes, would you just let me float away,
and not pull my back?"

He asked what I meant and I explained
that as he makes me ask for things
or communicate, that he pulls me back
from floating away on my endorphins high into
lovely floaty sub-space.

and he laughs...
NOT an evil laugh...
a total teddy bear laugh,
grins at me,
and says,
"Well, I guess, that's just part of the sadist in me."

So freaking incongruous...
talking about the sadist in him
all the while smiling like a
cuddly, darling, teddy bear.

Oh, do I ever love my Master!

tip tap SWACK

We walked in the door and
Sir took me straight to our room
He shut and locked the door,
holding onto my neck.

He took me to the bed and
laid me over it.

He pulled up my dress
and as he had commanded no underwear,
my ass was bare.

He put his hand in the small of my back
making me arch slightly
inviting his spanks

He reddened my ass.

He made quick work on warming me up.

Then he told me not to move and 
I could imaging he went to our closet
for the crop.

He came back and my heart began beating faster.

Her rubbed my ass and then…

tip
tap
tip
tap
tap

it wasn't a crop after all.

He hadn't had the cane out in a long time.

He started lightly and 
worked all over my ass.

I got to the point I was breathing
so heavily
and my back was arched and 
I was pegging for more.

He stopped and then told me,
"Now three good ones."

SWACK

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH"

My back curves like a cat
and I stop breathing…
but in a minute 
(or 30 seconds),
the pain turns to a warmth
that spreads throughout my body
like electricity 

and I arch my back again,
raising my ass.

"Oh, good girl.  
I love it when you ask with your body, fiona."

His encouragement just excites me more.

SWACK
SWACK

This time he didn't spread them out.
I was seriously breathless and he immediately goes back.

tip
tap
tip
tap
tap

tip
tap
tip
tap
tap

then

SWACK SWACK SWACK

and he's done.

He's caressing my ass.

He sits down on a chair and 

calls me over.

He commands me to turn around

away from him

and bend over.

He traces the lines on my ass.

"Oh, fiona.  

You have beautiful stripes."

He caresses each stripe

and then commands me to kneel before him

and he takes my hand and puts it on his shorts

demonstrating his rock hard cock.

The knowledge that he loves my stripes…

He loves giving me the stripes…

that it makes him so hard….

makes me want him desperately.

Taking It Out On My Ass

Sir's monologue,

"You had better march your ass upstairs,
right now.

<<he stands up and starts walking to the kitchen>>

Here's the thing, fiona.

I'm going to feel better 
because I took it out on your ass…

…and you're going to feel better
because I took it out on your ass…

That is the beauty of all of this.
We'll both feel better.

<<he starts walking back toward me
and I now have a ridiculous smile on my face>>

I'm getting the spatula right now
and if you're smart,
You'll be upstairs before I hit the stairs

<<I'm now up and hauling ass>>

and your pants will be down before 
I get to that room, fiona!"

<<I undo my pants running down the hallway>>

<<I launch myself over the side of the bed 
with my pants around my ankles>>

"Holy Shit, fiona."

<<CLICK>>

He shows me the pic he just took of my
ass from the night before and 
my smile got so much bigger…

right before the spatula 
HIT my ass!

I'm a little proud of my stripes

This showed up on my other cheek,
after he saw the stripes
Sir won't like this bruise…but I do :)

From Dinner to Dessert…The Epiphany

Those moments…

You know, where there is such clarity!

Where you remove yourself,
momentarily
from the situation and think,

"Who knew?"

So my epiphany?

While I was in the midst of being caned…
like twenty to a set and many sets in…

Sir says, "Open your mouth."
and as I do, he puts it onto his rock hard cock.

====== side note ======
I love, Love, LOVE 
that Sir gets hard and 
his cock twitches
every time he spanks me.

I know some of that has to do
with the fact that I moan and respond
every time he spanks me,

but the fact that he's rock hard
is erotic as hell!
====== end side note ======

"Don't suck, hold my cock in your mouth."

He returns to caning me.

It's typically like 15 soft/medium swats
with 3-5
hear the wind whistle
hurt like HELL
hard swats.

But where they stung and
took my breath away before.

With Sir's cock in my mouth…
My focus changes and
I am able to handle the caning
so much better.

It feels
DIFFERENT.

How in the heck is that possible?
How can I possibly feel differently
with the only change is the presence
of a stunningly beautiful
steel-hard cock being held gingerly
in my mouth.

I'm not sucking,
not stroking,
not blowing his cock…
simply holding, reverently.

And the caning becomes an
act of pure
PLEASURE!

Not that I wasn't enjoying it before,
but it's no longer dinner, it's dessert!

Filled To Overflowing

Holy Cow!  
I don't even know where to start.

Last night I was filled to overflowing,
literally and figuratively!

Ohmygawd.

OK. 

Ok…let me rewind.

Sir has been really …

Dominant

With a capital D.

I am beyond grateful.  
I desperately need …
YES - N.E.E.D. that!!!!

So yesterday he was clear about his expectations.
Sadly, after parenting
and household chores
and my homework
we were getting to bed later than we had wanted.

I was exhausted and Sir was tired,
so I thought we may forgo any type of activity.

Um…I guess not.

As soon as we were in the room,
he walked stalked up to me
and stripped me.
(I love him taking my clothes off!)

He roughly turned me around and
bent me over the bed.

He walked away and pulled out our toy box.

He took out a loop of rope and 
bound my wrists together and 
tied it to the other side of the bed.

The act of tying me up is 
so erotic to me.

The letting go, 
mentally, physically.
It's immediate and complete.

After feathered to the bed,
he returned behind me and
began to spank
with his hand
just a few
hard
hits.

Then he switched to the cane.
He started slowly and seemed to
hit 20 strikes, then a hard one.

He struck my ass…all over.
My foot popped up at one point,
after a particularly hard strike,
(you've done that, right??)
Well…that resulted in my foot
being struck rather harshly
with the cane and a 
strict reprimand to stay in position.

I have to say, having him hit my feet…
hurt.
was a great reprimand.
worked.

So…things get fuzzy.

Sir was requiring me to look at
some videos that he had found
and if I got - I don't know - distracted maybe
by the beating my ass was getting,
he would ask me what was happening in the video.

He wouldn't let me fly.
There was no subspace.
There was the moment,
and like it or not,
I was to be present to it.

OK, So I liked it!!

He then commanded me to put my knees on the side of the bed,
effectively putting my ass high in the air.

He lubed up my ass completely,
then gently, thankgod, gently,
slid the LARGE pink dildo into my ass.

As soon as it was inserted, up to the imitation balls,
He let it sit there and spanked my ass again.

When he had enough, he switched back 
to fucking my ass with the dildo.

It was intense.  Seriously intense.
In retrospect, now that I'm sitting here typing,
I'm praying that I didn't scream too loud.

He fucked hard and fast and I came and came.
He shoved it in and pulled it AllTheWayOut.
Then he shoved it back inside.
He repeated this over and over and over
and over and over and over and over.

My ass was so loose, it was insane.

He shoved it in and then walked around the bed.
He pushed my shoulders flat on the bed and 
lay in front of me.

I asked him if I could lay down,
and he said no.

I have no idea what he did or how long it was
felt like forever.
He just had me on my knees
chest on the bed,
hands bound and tied out in front of me,
with a gigantic dildo in my ass and he…
relaxed.

After a llllllooooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggg time,
he got back up.
He pulled me forward a bit, 
as my hands were tied,
just to get me so he could clamp my nipples.

He clamped them hard and back,
then pushed my chest back to the bed.
I was breathing through the pain,
through the intensity, 
when I felt him behind me again.

He was there in a split second, 
I swear.
Then he…
ohmygawd, this is so embarrassing.
Then he….
thenhepushedthegiganticpurpledildointomypussy.

That is soooo embarrassing to admit,
I don't know why.

He fit that enormous purple dildo inside of me
WHILE the large pink dildo was firmly seated in my ass.

He gave me a minute to adjust and
then he fucked.

He fucked them hard,
in and out.
The purple dildo he didn't take all the way out,
but the pink one he did…

my slutty holes were so stretched out
and I felt like such a whore.

I felt so turned on
I felt so humbled
I felt so at his mercy
so submissive
so desirous
so horny
so fucking good!!!!

I came like a motherfucking freight train…
over and over and over.

I don't know what happened…
between the insane orgasms and 
him pulling me off the bed…
my hands untied,
everything cleaned up,
shower started.

I was sooooo cold.
I know that the endorphins mess with you,
but I can't remember being so cold before.

He led me by the hand to the bathroom,
he took out my ponytail,
took off my jewelry,
and put me in the shower.

I washed my hair, and when I rinsed it,
he was standing on the outside of the shower.
He commanded me to come to him.
I stood, still inside the shower,
and he reached in and with the soap and washcloth,
washed me…head to toe.

I felt so taken care of,
so cherished,
so protected,
so loved.

It was one of the most intense nights of my life.
And he made it extraordinarily special!

What a lucky girl!

Long Spanked at Long Last

Oh, thank you Sir!  

Spanked At Last...

Long Spanked at Long Last!!!

Hours with his hand, a wooden brush, a cane and the bamboo massage sticks.

He spanked in bursts ending a round just as I was reaching my pain-as-pleasure threshold.  He would spank harder for fewer strokes or softer for more strokes.  I feel the blow and there is a sting and thud at the moment of impact.  I can feel energy surges throughout my body.  It's kind of like the energy from the impact is converted to energy in my nervous system.  I can feel, literally feel surges of energy, tingling of my nerves emanating from the point of the strike outward, moving throughout my body.   The nerve endings in my fingers and toes are tangible.  I am energized, invigorated, excited and so aroused.

He regularly got me to the edge of subspace and let me float back down to our bed, back to him.  After many times of repeating that, he showed me mercy and let me float right up up and away.   I clearly remember the moment it happened. I caught my breath, then my body just relaxed.  I let go.  Soaring into subspace for me is equal parts of his gift of endorphins and my conscious decision  to mentally let myself go.  At the moment I go, my hand that had been gripping him tightly became completely loose and relaxed.  My breathing slowed and became regular and steady.  My consciousness was outside of me.  My thinking changed, time flexed, my mental focus becomes panoramic landscape in dense fog instead of a macro crystal clear portrait. I felt the blows, but the pain wasn't painful, simply there - not gone, but easily bearable.  I was calm, peaceful in the brutality of being struck, I touch tranquility.  It was just what I needed.

At long last, 

I had a long lasting spanking 

Floating away

Soaring straight into subspace.

A Gift of Pain

Wow...this year is starting off with fabulous firsts.  

fondles and BIKSS sent me a fabulous gift from far-far-away.   It came in the mail in this wonderful, protective, non-descript plastic container...black.  When I saw the mail carrier drop it off, I ran - like literally RAN down to get it.  I looked at Sir - who was grinning at me with the I-love-you-my-dear-but-you-are-a-nut smile.  I explained that it was from fondles and quickly took the tube upstairs and opened it.  

I was sooooo excited.  I knew it would include a cane of some sort.  BIKSS asked before I got the tube if I had used a cane before, to which I answered, "no."  I have had a hand, whip, cat-o-nine-tales, spoons, brushes, many fucking phenomenal floggers, including conina's - my favorites,  used on me, but never a cane.  He warned me that with canes you need to start slow.

I saw wrapping paper inside oohh I love presents and tipped it upside down.  Out  fell a cane and a bundle of bamboo.   Wow, the cane is thin and bendy...It looks so petite - innocuous.  I quickly open the two wrapped gifts.  Oh, wow.  It's the proto-spanko and the slapper.  The slapper has a blue daisy "Q" charm on it.  WOW.  It is amazing.  A "Q" - I can't believe they found a "Q"!  I loved them!  I absolutely loved them!

Sir came up a while after and I had all of the gifts laid out on the bed.  He bent me over the bed and said, "mmmm, wow, fiona.  These look like fun."  He rubbed the small of my back while he fondled the new toys, his hand was strong, his fingers spread out.  I loved how it felt.  He picked up the cane and *WHWHWHWHWHAP*.  

!!!!!!! HOLY  SHIT !!!!!!!

Oh, crap, I forgot to tell Q that we had to start slowly.  Crap! Shit! Fuckity Fuck Fuck fuck!  That hurt!!!! I could hear it, slicing the air.  Oh, damn, that hurt!!!  I think my legs lifted three feet off the ground - at the same time!  He quickly changed tacks, didn't stop mind you, just changed how he applied it.  I am secretly grateful that he didn't stop all together. He began to bounce the cane lightly off my ass.  It felt fabulous.  I loved it.  He criss-crossed the welt where he had the really hard strike.  The rhythmic application acted almost as a message on that spot and helped desensitize the welt.  He increased the strength slowly, but not too much. 

 

After a bit, he switched to the proto-spanko.  He said this one was harder for him to spank with, but I enjoyed the feel of the rubber and the thuddiness.  I loved the breadth of the strike, as he had fanned it out.  It felt soothing and blanketing.  It wasn't stingy, which was a welcomed change after the cane.

He set that down and then said that he was going to spank hard, but only a few strikes with the next implement.  He said it was because it was going to be loud and others may hear.  He hit me with the bamboo message sticks.  They were loud  but they were my most favorite implement!  I think I began to moan and push my ass higher in the air, begging for more.  He hit as hard as he dared, and was very deliberate.  Oh, it felt like a cross between a gentile caning and a flogging.  It was amazing.  I would have been happy to have that beating on me for hours - hehe.

Sadly, I didn't get to feel the spanker.  I had been so excited to show Sir the charm (a "Q" can you believe it??)  on the slapper that I had laid it on my dresser after I opened it and forgot to lay it on the bed, so we didn't have a chance to try that one.  I can't wait to have a go with it as soon as Sir sees fit!  

Thank you, Thank you fondles and BIKSS for sending
us such amazing new toys for Sir and I to play with.
Thank you for my gift of pain!  

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bamboo massage stick, cane, proto-spanko, slapper