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Caught Watching Others Caned

At my prep school a lot of us liked to see other boys getting whacked, be it with the slipper or cane. It was especially good if you were not waiting to get it yourself. The best whackings to watch were the ones on the bare bottom where the victim had to take his pants down prior to bending over. Of course, if you happened to be in the room at the time, such as the changing room when somebody was being slippered, nobody stopped you watching. It was the canings when you had to look in the heads office that was not allowed and this added to the sense of fun.
I think we all had our favourite places to see some poor lad having his bottom caned. Mine was a little room next to the heads office which was used as a store. It was never locked, but had a high up window that use to look righ into the heads office. I use to climb up on a desk and had a perfect view of the bottom being caned. As the window was high up, I had little chance of being caught so could watch in safety as some boy got it. Sometimes a couple of others would join me, but in spite of it having the best view point most felt it was too dangerous as it was so close to the heads office with no means of escape should somebody see you. I disregarded it and happily used it for a long time until that fateful day. From my little spy room I could always hear what the head was saying and longed to hear the magic words “Pants down and bend over.” I knew I was then going to see a bare bottom caned. It was always a bit of a let down if the head said “Bend over” as the boy was going to get it on pants.
It was only a few weeks into the September term when the head called a special assembly. He was cross, in actual fact mad. For once he came into assembly with the cane in his hand. He told us all that the staff car park was out of bounds. We all knew that, but a boy had nearly been knocked down that morning running across the car park. The head said he did not want anybody being hurt by being knocked down by a car, but giving the cane a few swishes through the air informed the whole school that his cane would hurt any boys bottom seen in the car park. With that he stormed out of assembly, leaving the whole school in no doubt what would happen if you were caught in the car park.
About two days later, he came into assembly again. Once again with cane in hand and a red face. A red face was a sign somebody was in serious trouble. He went on and on about the warning he had given about the car park and how dangerous it was. He waved his cane around and said he had made it very clear that he would use it on any boy found or seen crossing the car park. Then, amid a gasp he told the whole of form 1A to stand up. Why the gasp.....these were the young 7 year olds who had only been at the school a few weeks. As they slowly stood up he pointed his cane at the class. All 18 boys slowly, and must have been scared ( I would have been) , stood up. He said that he had a good mind to cane them all in front of the whole assembly to teach them a lesson. He then added, and I do not think it was true, that he would spare them this embarrassment (I never saw a boy caned in front of the whole school) they were to report to his office in just their pants at 4pm. HE glared and pointed the cane at them and added “You may have only been here a few weeks but you will at 4pm find out how painful it is to disobey.” He left assembly and left every boy in no doubt that at 4pm 18 boys were going to feel the cane on their bottoms. It was rare that 7-8 year olds were caned. when they were they were caned with a shorter and very flexible cane, unlike the longer and stouter one use on the rest of us. I think, and had been at the school about 4 years and had only known of about 6 young ones getting the cane, and I had seen four of them getting two on their pants. They were real fun to see getting it, and the way they jumped about when hit. This was going to be something worth seeing. The group of us that was nearly “always around” when somebody was going to be caned all wanted to see this. I don’t think we had a fetish about seeing boys bottoms and no wish tio see them hurt. I know I just wanted to see how they took it and to see the red marks that each whack left on the bottom. That is why I liked to see the whacks going on the bare bottom rather than pants. I use to watch with fascination as the red mark appeared where they had been hit. It was something a lot of us did. The big question I had was if these 18 were going to get it on their pants or bare. The other young ones I had seen had always got it on their pants and had been a bit of a disappointment.
I had games that afternoon and was nearly ready to go when the 18 came in and started to ***** to their pants ready to go to the heads office. Their reaction, of being scared like the rest of us would have been, did not seem hardly to exist. A couple were tearful about the prospect of being caned, but the others were talking and joking hardly giving the impression that they were about to be caned. They either thought this was being done just to scare them and they would not actually get the cane or they had no idea just how much the cane hurt. I think most of them expected to be let off “at the last minute”. They clearly did not know that boys never visited the heads office at 4pm and leave without having their bottom whacked. I hurried off to my secret viewing place and got into position and got ready for what I thought would be a great half hour.
They all arrived in the office in their pants and lined up with bottom facing me, which meant that when they stepped forward to get the chop I would see it making contact. Better still, if it was bare I would have a good view of the thin red cane lines on their little bottoms. They stood with hands behind their backs as the head went on and on about the dangers of the car park and how naughty they had been. I thought at one stage they may get off without a whacking. Like me when the head goes on and on, I do not think they were really listening. Some were fidgeting with their pants making sure they covered as much of their bottom as possible in case they were caned, others had hands on their bottoms and four or five had fingers crossed clearly hoping they were not going to be caned.
The head noticed they were not paying attention and made them put their hands by their side. I had a clear view of 18 little bottoms all covered by pants. I just wondered if they would have them on for the caning as the head seemed to be getting more angry as they were even now not really paying attention. He got out the thin cane and whooshed it in the air. That certainly got their attention. I noticed the great variety of pants they had on. Some had really baggy ones that would not be that tight is they had then on for the cane and so kill some of the sting. Others had thick towelling like ones that would give a lot of protection. At the other end of the scale some had skin tight ones, and I could see the complete shape of their little bottom and they were not yet bending over. Two boys I felt rather sorry for. They had very skimpy briefs on and most of the cheeks were bare, so when bending over, it would almost be the same as if they had taken them off and was having it on a completely bare bottom. Seeing all this , made me realise why the head always said it was fairer on the bare bottom for everybody than on pants. I had never seen the reason for this, but clearly some of these little 7 year olds were going to feel it more than others.
The head then picked up the cane and informed them they were going to get three each. Hands quickly went on bottoms at this news and a few boys I could see were actually shaking at the news they were actually going to be caned. It sounds horrid now, but that was the way things were at school, but was pleased I was about to get some action. He pointed to one boy at the end of the line and told him he was first and told him to step forward. Slowly the boy stepped forward. The big question was, how was it going to be done. They were certain all to get it the same. Was it going to be on their pants or had I hit the jackpot and was about to see 18 little bare bottoms get three of the cane and watch their reactions and the marks appearing.
Then to my disappointment be told the first boy to “Bend over”. I had hoped to see 18 bare bottoms caned but it looked as if they were going to get it on pants, but would still be fun. My eyes nearly popped out of my head and mouth fell open as the head said “and we will have these down” and with one tug the boys pants were down to his knees. One second I was looking at a fairly well stretched red pair of pants showing the actual outline of his bottom and the next actually seeing his little white bottom sticking right out . I think a could have gone off behind me and I would not have heard it. This was like Christmas as I knew all 18 would have their pants taken down. It would be great watching and then telling the others all about it later. I glanced along the line at those waiting, bottoms covered and kind of pictured how I thought they would react when that moment arrived when they felt the first of the three strokes across their bottom....more interesting how they re-acted when they felt the full effects of the third and final stroke.
My focus returned to the boy bending overvwaiting that dreaded moment for cane meeting bottom. The head raised the cane and WHOOSH.......THWAAAACK . The cane made contact with the boys bottom. It looked like a perfect strike in the centre of the target. As the cane was lifted his little shook and I could see the red mark appearing. The boy jumped up and grasped his bottom. The head got him by the wrists, pushed him over again and landed the second followed by the third before letting the boy go. He went down on his knees grasping his bottom that now had three red lines on it. He was really crying and had found out just how much the cane hurts. The head told him to get to his place or he would get another three.The boy shuffled back to his place, hands firmly grasping his bottom. The next boy was called forward and told to bend over. He suffered the same fate.....three on his bare bottom but he just stood up afterwards, crying and sobbing and shuffled his way back to his place in line.
I watched 3 or 4 more having their pants taken down and the three strokes applied. These were slightly bigger boys and had a larger bottom to be caned. As we all knew, the larger your bottom the more of it the cane would hit and the more it would hurt. They yelped as each stroke found their bottom. it looked funny as one boy had an erection and returned to his place with his little willy at right angles to his body. Boys very rarely got erections while waiting to be caned nor as they were caned. I looked along the line and saw between hands about 7 little bare bottoms being rubbed trying to reduce the sting from the three red lines on it.
A couple more were caned then it was the turn of the smallest boy. He had been crying almost from the time he saw the first stroke land on the first boy. The head told him to bend over. The boy begged not to be caned but the head pushed him over and his pants gripped his little bottom. The boy knew the head would pull his pants down and he held on to the waist band. I was impressed, but knew it was silly, just how tight he held on so that his bottom could not be bared. The head at last praised his grip from his pants, held his wrists and with his other hand pants were pulled down. The head was cross and told him he would get an extra stroke. In a way I admired the boys courage, and is certainly something I would never have done. In a way I felt sorry for him as he bent over waiting to get caned. He wriggled his bottom about as he bent over waiting for the whack. It did look funny as his little bottom moved from side to side, but in the end the cane landed with a very loud THWAAACK....It was the loudest THWAACK so far and put across by far the smallest bottom. The boy yelled as his bottom was hit and a big red line started to appear right across the centre of it. The head was very accurate in his use of the cane. The boy wriggled and struggled as the remaining strokes found their target. The head let the boy go and he jumped up and charged back to his place before laying face down on the floor. His little bottom had four really vivid lines across it. THEN it happened.
I heard a sound behind me , it was the caretaker. “ Its one thing seeing boys caned to find out what its like, but you really need to feel it as well. Come with me. (he got me by the ear) I am sure the head will be very willing for you to have the full experience. I knew he would, and would certainly cane me. The caretaker knocked and walked right in as another boy had just got the third stroke and was jumping up and down. The caretaker in formed the head that he had caught me spying on the boys being caned. “***** to your pants. You have seen the canings so far, you might as well see the rest, and then get first hand experience as to how much it stings. “ I was tempted to tell him I had been caned before and knew just how much it hurt, but decided this would be very foolish. He called the next boy forward, bared his bottom and give it three swishing strokes while I undressed to my pant. By the time he had caned another.......only about six left....I was standing in just my pants. I expected him to cane me next.......I wanted him to....i wanted to get out of that study....it was certainly not a place I enjoyed looking at any more. He went to the cupboard and took out the thicker cane. I thought to myself...this is it. I hoped it would be three like they were getting, and that as I was much holder he would let me keep my pants on. Mind you, my pants were so brief most of my bottom would be uncovered anyhow when I bent over. The one thought of comfort was that it would be over quickly. I was wrong. He told me to stand at the end of the line next tom those still waiting. As I turned to take up my place, he hand me the cane he had just got and said “as to are so interested in caning, take this and have a good look as to what will shortly be going across your bottom.” It was about the only time, other than when I had to use one, that I had a good look at a school cane. I ran my hand down it.....it was completely smooth for about half its length and had tap on the other end. I guessed that it was smooth where it had been applied so many times to boys bottoms. It was much more scary standing holding it than just seeing it. I could tell why it hurt so much.
I looked up as another little boy had his pants pulled down. I looked at his little bare bottom as it was caned and wished it was his cane that I was going to get rather than the one I was holding. This cane just left three thin lines on his bottom, not the wider and sorer ones that I knew from both seeing and first hand experience would soon be across mine. I watched the last few little ones having to bend over and have their pants pulled down and their tuny bottoms hit three time......did they cry. It really scared me and was just as well that I knew just how much it did hurt. To hear some of them cry when their bottom was caned you would think they were about to drop done dead or have blood pouring out of it. As I watched, it was not the pleasant sight that I HAD BEEN ENJOYING in what I thought was the safety of my little room. It had been scary being in the room with these little ones seeing them caned. It was not so much the act of seeing them caned, orv the marks on their bottom afterwards, but the knowledge that the cane that was now in my hand would soon be whacked on my bottom. I did not know how many strokes I was going to get. I did not know if it was going to be done in front of the 7 year olds. If they were all watching it would be well embarrassing certainly if the head made me take my pants off. For once in my life I felt uneasy about have to take my pants off. It was one thing doing it with boys of your own age, but not little ones like this. I did not care about them seeing my bum.....my pants were so skimpy they would see most of it anyhow then i bent over, and would see tye red lines where the cane got me. I knew that cane would hurt. It was not so much that, but I was a bit embarrassed that if I had to take my pants off they would all see my willy.......that would be embarrassing.
The head sat down and made the entries in the punishment book, and expect he had put my name in it already. Most of the little ones had nearly stopped crying but a few were still sobbing, sniffing and wiping eyes. Most still had their hands on their caned bottoms, more I think as a place vto put them rather than for pain relief. It would have been a great view seeing these 18 well marked bare bottoms cwith their pants still down to their knees. Now, it filled me with fear. The head told them to pull up their pants. I has views of caned bottoms again sticking out and amid some expressions of pain their bottoms were again covered. I was glad that the head had told them to pull up their pants as I thought he was going to send them away and cane me in private. It would still hurt but at least I would not have them all staring and smirking as my bottom was caned. I was not that worried, if he sent them away, if he did it with or without my pants....it was not going to make much difference with how much the cane hurt.
Then my heart sunk. He did not sent the young ones away but called me forward and told me that it was only right that as I had watched them being caned they should see my caning. He then told me that as caning was a private thing, only concerning those present, for breaking that privacy I was going to get the same as them.....three strokes. I thought that was not bad.....it would hurt but was not as bad as I was expecting and waited for him to tell me to get over the chair. I just hoped he was not going to say the two dreaded first words “Pants Down”. Just as I was feeling relieved he added “and for thinking it funny and a source of amusement an extra three.” My heart sunk....it was six of the cane. I knew that while six was double three.....the pain of the last three was not equal to the pain of the first three. The last three were real bum stingers and always hurt about three times as much as the first three. I saw little eyes light up as they found out they were going to see me getting six. I think they felt, while still being sore from their caning, as happy a I was seeing them getting it from the room. The rolls had been reversed. I knew six were going to hurt but tried to put it out of my mind and think about the great view I had from my room.
“Hand me the cane and bend over” I did as the head told me and was glad not to have that cane in my hand, but knowing the next feel of it would be on my bottom. It was also a relief that he had not told me to take my pants off. We always called these 7 year olds the little ones but we were only 4-5 years older than them. We still had bodies of young boys and none us were starting puberty other than may be an odd stand of hair. We often saw these little ones nude in the showers but it rare that they ever saw one of us nude. I was relieved that the head was not making me take my pants down as it would have been really embarrassing . the little ones looked at me as I bent over and stuck out my bottom....a position that I had been in before.a position that I hated being in but one I liked to see others in. As I bent over I felt my pants ride up and looking back could see some of the little ones faces light up as they saw my nearly completely bare bottom. The head then caught me by surpise..
“We must give you the full experience” With that he got hold of my pants, and like the young ones with one tug had then down past my knees presenting a completely bare bottom for whacking. They all had their eyes on me. I did not care about them looking at my bum, but I knew after I had been caned, as soon as I stood up they would see my willy.....that would be embarrassing. I had never had my bum whacked, on pants or bare, in front of young ones before. What was really embarrassing was having my pants pulled down. It is one thing when you have to take them down yourself for a whacking but it made me feel like a little boy having them pulled down. To say the least my bottom got hit really hard (the marks lasted over two weeks). I forgot all about my embarrassment about showing the little ones my willy when I stood up after the cane. No spare hand to place over my privates, both hands were needed to try and reduce the sting on my bum.
The caning did make me stop looking in windows when boys were getting the cane. It changed when the class snitch was going to get it. I just had to see him caned and was not disappointed as he got it bare. I was however far more careful about where I watched and if using “that cupboard” made sure the door was closed and fixed it so it felt locked if anybody tried to open it. I think the caning I got for watching others was the reasons for my policy on caning when I was a Deputy.
When I moved to the senior school my fascination with seeing boys caned continued. All the time at senior school I had my own room and one window looked right into the study/whacking room in the prep school. I saw many a bottom whacked and how strangely some acted both prior to, during and after the whacks...some of these accounts may interest members....let me know.



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In my grammar school in the 60s canings were carried out in the headmaster's office but slipperings which quite frankly hurt mote were nearly always given across thin shorts which barely gave any protection at all. Boys were made to change into shorts prior to a slippering and it was always interesting to contrast their almost white bottoms prior to the punishment with a dark red raised welt on their cheeks after it had been administered.
Slippering were usually administered in the gym for all to see...and enjoy providing you were just observing rather than receiving.

I likewise enjoyed seeing other boys caned.Unfortunately at school if it was bare bottomed it was always done in private.However as an adult I have witessed many a bare bottom caning and watched the stripes appear after each stroke and always found it arousing. Likewise I have always enjoyed being caned in front of others

I too enjoyed seeing other boys caned at school, and it made me erect as did recieving six of the best, my first caning was on my 7 birthday , mum had a nursery cane, that she used for 2 years, at the time it stung , but obviously not like a full length Rattan.

Thank you for sharing your story love it all of it i couldent wait to get cane at school i was so naughty i got twelve stroks once

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You can't expect life to fulfill you, but you can do things to fulfill your life.
When you think of it, in a society that has no tolerance for tears, affectionate caning can be an intimate blessing.

What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!
There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.
Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!

(I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)

Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.
As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.
The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.
Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.
With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.
This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."
Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.
And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.
With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.
The thin red lines stood out for a few days.
It was like she was still with me.
By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.
Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .
I put an extra cushion on my chair.
That solved the problem.
Not a big deal.
There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.
By getting it as an act of friendship--and education--I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.
The experience gave me power and took none away.

It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.
While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.
I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.
I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.
"I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."
It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.
Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!
I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.

It is a unique kind of bonding.

It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.

Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.

Resignation is giving away your power.
Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.

I loved feeling the air against my bare skin, and the cane against my bare bottom.

She got the right end of the stick for her.
I got the right end of the stick for me.
I feel closer to women for it.

A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!
Three cheers!

If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.
All the things you love about another person are inside you, and can never be taken away.

And of course, now that she has educated me, I apologize for ever saying women are wrong to go topless in public!


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You can't expect life to fulfill you, but you can do things to fulfill your life.
When you think of it, in a society that has no tolerance for tears, affectionate caning can be an intimate blessing.

What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!
There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.
Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!

(I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)

Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.
As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.
The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.
Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.
With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.
This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."
Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.
And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.
With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.
The thin red lines stood out for a few days.
It was like she was still with me.
By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.
Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .
I put an extra cushion on my chair.
That solved the problem.
Not a big deal.
There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.
By getting it as an act of friendship--and education--I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.
The experience gave me power and took none away.

It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.
While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.
I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.
I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.
"I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."
It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.
Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!
I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.

It is a unique kind of bonding.

It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.

Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.

Resignation is giving away your power.
Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.

I loved feeling the air against my bare skin, and the cane against my bare bottom.

She got the right end of the stick for her.
I got the right end of the stick for me.
I feel closer to women for it.

A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!
Three cheers!

If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.
All the things you love about another person are inside you, and can never be taken away.

And of course, now that she has educated me, I apologize for ever saying women are wrong to go topless in public!


One Type Of Cupid's Bow!

drawing

the

bow

the

snap

of

the

string

when

she

shoots

an

arrow

raising

the

cane

the

whoosh

of

the

cane

when

she

starts

a

stroke

huting

she

loves

to

drop

the

meat

on

the

ground

with a

perfect

arrow

kill

and

later

me

on

the

floor

with a

perfect

cane

stroke

it may have made you smile reading it but i was not smiling when i was bending over getting my little bottom well thrashed.