A few hours home alone, but T was busy
gardening so I didn't have my hopes up for any fun. She called to me
across the yard and I responded “What?” She told me to “come
here”. Well, she either did not want to yell, unlikely, or she was
being controlling and telling me what to do!
I went to her and she asked if I knew
whether there were any spare twist ties by the trash bags, or had I
thrown them out. I dutifully went and found them for her.
She had purchased some thin bamboo
sticks, about 3 feet long to stake some of her flower plants up. I
immediately recognized the potential of these to be used as a cane
and we did joke about it briefly. I helped her stake up the plants.
When she got all done, there were 3 left and she told me to come
with her as she led me around the corner of the house to a more
private area.
T told me to drop my shorts and gave me
a few test hits with the cane. She was starting out easy, but I was
getting very excited quickly. She had me bend over a retaining wall
and began caning my ass. She said, “you like it when I mark you,
right? Well this should leave some nice marks.” The rate at which
she built up the force of the hits was perfect as it felt wonderful
to me. She caned the back of my thighs and I had visions of neatly
spaced red stripes appearing. We were going to a wedding the next
day and she said this should leave something nice for me to wear to
the wedding. She had me stand up and present my front as I thought
with glee about wearing T's marks at a wedding and how this made me
feel owned by her.
She caned my belly and the hollows
where my belly meets the thighs. She knows that I crave being hit
there hard and having red marks on my soft white flesh. She caned
the front of my thighs and I again fantasized about being caned hard
and left with brutal bruising stripes. The cane marked the outsides
of my thighs too, then she told me to pull up my shirt and she laid
down some stinging stripes right across my eager nipples. I thanked
her and encouraged her to leave her marks on me.
She finished up with a few slashes to
the top of my cock, then a couple real stingers right on the cock
head. A few gentler ones struck my balls from below, then one last
wicked slash right on the head of my cock. I groaned and nearly
crumpled at that one, this I think is the closest I have been to my
limit and asking her to stop. She knows me well though and she
finished with that.
I was so incredibly aroused and
submissive at this point, that I sunk to my knees before her and
hugged her around the hips as I nestled my head against her chest.
She said, “that's enough for now, get up and finish your chores,
maybe we can play with this again later”.
We didn't get to play later, but the
next day after I finished packing the car she asked if the little
princess was upstairs. I said yes, as she picked up one of the canes
from the shelf by the door and told me to drop my pants. I was very
happy to do so and she gave my four stripes across both ass cheeks to
remember her by during the hour and a half drive and the over an hour
wedding ceremony.
This was the first time that she has
caned me and from what I have read, caning seems to be one of the
more severe methods to inflict a beating on your loved one. Due to
that it was a little scary at first, but I totally enjoyed it and
hope that she will become comfortable with caning me often in the
future.
The only disappointment was that by
time I used the men's room after the wedding ceremony, the marks on
my ass had nearly completely faded. There were a few red stripes on
the outside of my thighs that lasted till the next day. I dream of a
day when I may be whipped on a regular basis and required to always
bear some marking of my submission and T's ownership of me.