I Get Caned As An Adult
To be honest I can't remember a time when I have not been caned.
The anticipation by being told to bend over and touch my toes, feeling the fabric of my shorts stretching across my bottom.
The gentle tap of the cane on my bottom and then the swish and crack as it hits home, then nothing for a couple of seconds then a burning line across both buttocks is felt.
There are many who have infinite strokes of the cane in one session, but I like to keep my canings realistic, so always go for quality hard strokes rather than quantity.
This leaves some great weal's, that turn black, blue and green over the course of a week or two, making sitting down uncomfortable.
I am sure by sticking to this from my teenage years, I still have a soft bottom that responds well to caning leaving great marks rather having the hide of an elephant.
The anticipation by being told to bend over and touch my toes, feeling the fabric of my shorts stretching across my bottom.
The gentle tap of the cane on my bottom and then the swish and crack as it hits home, then nothing for a couple of seconds then a burning line across both buttocks is felt.
There are many who have infinite strokes of the cane in one session, but I like to keep my canings realistic, so always go for quality hard strokes rather than quantity.
This leaves some great weal's, that turn black, blue and green over the course of a week or two, making sitting down uncomfortable.
I am sure by sticking to this from my teenage years, I still have a soft bottom that responds well to caning leaving great marks rather having the hide of an elephant.
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