It might seem odd to write a celebratory post about the fact that i got caned by Owner at the weekend, surely that isn't a good thing, is it? Well, in this case, yes it is a very good thing to have happened. Let me explain why.
Being caned, whipped, spanked, paddled etc was a regular part of my and Owners lives. Most weeks, typically on a Friday, i would be found bent over the sofa or the bed as Owner set to work on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. It was rarely if ever a punishment, just a weekly reminder of who was in charge i.e. Owner.
In addition, whereas at first Owner had been somewhat reluctant to strike me hard, She had quickly come to really enjoy, even get aroused, by hurting me. It soon became a regular and established part of my submission and development as Owner set out to increase my ability to tolerate pain. i am not, by nature, a masochist.
All was going well and Owner was getting off on striking me harder and i was getting better at just 'dealing with it' i.e. the pain when disaster struck. Owner developed a frozen shoulder in Her dominant arm and was no longer able to wield anything, let alone strike me as Her shoulder progressively locked up. This was the case from late autumn last year, all through the winter and into the spring when eventually Her shoulder began to 'unlock'. Fast forwards to today and, although not fully recovered, Her shoulder has sufficient movement to enable Her to freely strike me again. Because it had been a while Owner used the lighter, whippier 'teachers' cane and was cautious in Her stroke play. For me, after such a long time having passed since i was last caned, it hurt but i once again stayed in place and accepted without demur or protest Owners right to strike me whenever She wishes. i counted off the strokes and then thanked Her.
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| the return of red stripes across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs |
Talking of pain, Owner and i also headed out on Sunday morning to go blackberrying in one of our local parks. In previous years we have collected quite a bountiful free harvest, however, this years crop was less plentiful and harder to get. i also, somewhat stupidly, opted to wear shorts - Owner was far more sensible. The result was that the bramble thorns and stinging nettles had fun lacerating my legs (and arms) as i tried to pick the most succulent berries. My legs were left somewhat bloodied and scratched but between us Owner and i did manage to get a small harvest.
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| ouch! |
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| the fruits of our labours |
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