anarchistic_masochist
16-05-2011, 12:50 PM
...I went to stay with Chiefwhip at the weekend and we both had a lot of fun. Sunday afternoon, I was due to return to London, but not before Sir had caned me first!
I felt the usual cocktail of nerves, anticipation and excitement - so much so, I needed to empty my bladder first. Upon returning back downstairs, Chiefwhip has laid a towel across the dining room table, as well as presenting a suitable chair to kneel up on. Biting my bottom lip and whimpering slightly, I pulled down PJ bottoms (I hadn't even got dressed properly yet!) and draped myself accordingly across the table.
His implement of choice was a dragon cane and I was to take the strokes cold. I was more anxious than usual - I knew this was going to hurt...
Hurt, it did! The caning was not particularly severe; I was just more sensitive to pain than usual - every stroke was agony! I struggled to remain in place as I thrashed about from side to side, screaming and crying like the biggest baby on the planet. Now, I usually vocalise my distress, but this was something else; Sir even gave me a clean teatowel to bite down on, joking: "I do have neighbours you know!"
Half way through a caning, Sir will do a series of short, whacky-taps with the end of the cane - it normally feels rather pleasant but this time it did not; I howled like a wounded animal. 30 to 50 strokes later (I'm not sure how many I had) he stopped. I scuttled over to him to give him a hug. We snuggled up on the settee for half an hour or so before I finally mustered the motivation to go and get a shower.
Cherry x
I felt the usual cocktail of nerves, anticipation and excitement - so much so, I needed to empty my bladder first. Upon returning back downstairs, Chiefwhip has laid a towel across the dining room table, as well as presenting a suitable chair to kneel up on. Biting my bottom lip and whimpering slightly, I pulled down PJ bottoms (I hadn't even got dressed properly yet!) and draped myself accordingly across the table.
His implement of choice was a dragon cane and I was to take the strokes cold. I was more anxious than usual - I knew this was going to hurt...
Hurt, it did! The caning was not particularly severe; I was just more sensitive to pain than usual - every stroke was agony! I struggled to remain in place as I thrashed about from side to side, screaming and crying like the biggest baby on the planet. Now, I usually vocalise my distress, but this was something else; Sir even gave me a clean teatowel to bite down on, joking: "I do have neighbours you know!"
Half way through a caning, Sir will do a series of short, whacky-taps with the end of the cane - it normally feels rather pleasant but this time it did not; I howled like a wounded animal. 30 to 50 strokes later (I'm not sure how many I had) he stopped. I scuttled over to him to give him a hug. We snuggled up on the settee for half an hour or so before I finally mustered the motivation to go and get a shower.
Cherry x