the Caning

He dismissed His concerns about what had motivated her to choose the cane over the less severe implements. Seeing her on all fours with the instrument between her teeth had caused His cock to start rising. He reminded Himself this was punishment, not one of their sessions for pleausre -- it was always a struggle for Him to distinguish the two, but He understood the importance of doing so. He could afford no distractions, nor could He afford to allow this punishment session to become one for pleasure. The two must remain seperate and distinct. she depended on Him to maintain the structure of their relationship, and this was part of that structure.

He willed His cock to resume its flaccid state. she, of course, was not even aware of His inner turmoil. Once He had regained His composure, He gestured for her to approach. she crawled to Him and stopped at His feet. He took the cane from her mouth and motioned for her to turn sideways. she quickly turned to face His left, with her bottom facing His right. she then placed her arms directly in front of her on the ground until her face was against the plush carpeting and her ass was as exposed and vulnerable to Him as possible. Seeing she was ready, He began.

"TEN!", He announced, pulling the cane back.

Down it came, whoosh . . . CRACK!

"One . . . Two . . . Three . . . ," He brought the cane down hard across her ass repeatedly, "Four . . . Five . . . ," taking all of His concentration to ensure each stroke hit the same spot, "Six . . . Seven . . . ," willing herself to remain firmly in position, even though her body instinctively wanted so badly to move her away from the source of this pain, "Eight . . . Nine . . . ," she felt Him pause for just an extra moment before landing the last blow, increasing her anticipation of the final strike, "Ten."

He stopped and marvelled at His handiwork. What beautiful marks. He reached down to feel the warmth radiating from the bright pink and white welts rising on her ass. she jumped just a little when she felt His hand on her, more because she was startled than due to pain. her mind had been off floating somewhere without any thought beyond the feeling left by the cane and knowing that He once again had proven His ownership of her -- both feelings she could not even express in words. His hand on her now tender flesh brought her back to reality, but did not disrupt the warm, happy feelings she was experiencing.

Although He wanted to continue looking at the marks on her ass, as well as the somehow simultaneously serene, ecstatic, and pained look on her face, He suddenly found Himself again questioning her choice of implement. There was nothing to do, of course, but to ask her.

"anastasia, have you broken any other rules today?"