[short] A Thorough Caning

The pencil thin cane slaps into the smooth skin of their ass. It’s not the deep thunk of a paddle, or the flesh-tearing bite of a whip. It’s something else entirely. I can see the twin, red welts raising quickly on either side of where I landed the blow. I’m sure they’ll fade quickly, if I let them.

My partner lets out a sigh and relaxes into the bed. Their breathing slows and their head snuggles deeper into my left thigh. Their body is framed by my legs, my left flat on the bed and the right raised, with my knee bent so that my foot is even with their hip.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to enjoy this. Just relax into it.” I start bouncing the cane up and down in a whippy movement that’s something like beating an egg as far as my wrist is concerned, and probably feels like a constant barrage of stinging bites at their ass. I rest my elbow on my right knee, so I can keep this up for hours if I want.

They moan softly and wriggle deeper in between my thighs.

My left hand gently caresses their hair as I keep up the quick rhythm of the cane on their taut skin.

Their mouth opens and they kiss my thigh,

My fingers tighten in their hair. “Just relax, slut. I know it’s hard for you, but I want you to let go and just feel this.”

They moan into my thigh, sending a shiver deep into the muscle. A questioning sound comes out of their mouth, almost as if they are begging.

“What’s that you want, sweetheart? I can’t hear you.”

They sigh audibly, frustrated by their inability to ask for anything in words.

“I’ll just have to decide then, won’t I?”

“Mmm.” It sounds affirmative.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm!”

“I know you do.” I pause the cane and take a good look at the dark, purpling splotch covering their ass. “I need you to turn over and spread your legs for me.”

Their eyes open wide and they stare into mine in a mixture of fear and excitement.

“It’s okay. I’ll take good care of you, baby. I promise.”

They nod once and twist into the incredibly vulnerable position I requested, opening their thighs to me.

I tug on their hair to reposition their head so it is laying against my clit. “That’s better.” The tip of the cane explores their exposed labia. I trace every curve, making sure they know I am taking ownership. “You’re so good to me.”

They wriggle in pleasure at the compliment, sending vibrations through my clit.

I try to not get too distracted. The tip of the cane moves up, and up, and up. I quickly slam it down, pulling back up at the last moment. The tip of the cane falls against them, crossing their labia and sending a quick pulse into their most sensitive parts.

“Fuck!”

I was just planning on giving them a couple of blows like this before gently kissing them with the cane over and over again, but this is so satisfying. I let another blow slam into them. It isn’t as powerful as it could be, but they are certain to feel that into tomorrow.

“Fu-uck. Please!” That doesn’t sound like they want to stop.

Thwack! “Please what?” Thwack!

“Mistress! Please!”

I slam it into them again, this time landing my blow just over their clit.

They gasp for air and moan low, curling up into a U. Their eyes close and their forehead crunches up. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck. Oh my… fuuuuck!” They look panicked as they stare into my eyes and lay back down. The combination of pleasure and frustration is exhilarating.

I give them a moment to catch their breath.

“I’m sorry mistress. I… I didn’t mean to come.”

“I know baby, but that means you’re going to have to stay there that much longer for me.” I begin using my cane in a quick, much-more-gentle staccato, barely grazing them with the stinging sensation. “Now, don’t come without permission again or I’ll be very disappointed.”