This is Tina's true real life story about her first proper caning. She told me her story over two Instant Message (IM) sessions. Tina is Swedish, 22 years old, tall, well toned (she does karate) and blond haired, with a large bottom. She has a 'thing' about discipline.
[Session One]
Tina: Hey Michael, I got an real life caning this weekend! I met a very old man through some BDSM friends I have in Sweden. He had a reputation of knowing about canings. So...I went to see him.
Michael: How did he put you at ease?
Tina: By the way he looked to start with, he was shorter than me, a old nutty professor look with thick glasses and bald and ...he used a walker and I'm very tall and curvy. He was soft spoken in an old raspy voice. And his house - typical wooden Swedish house out in the country kind of narrow doors inside, old feel, traditional with a wood burning stove in the kitchen.
Michael: He welcomes you in his quiet throaty soft voice
and you stand - feeling too tall.
Tina: he invited me for coffee and asked things , everyday things. He had some cookies and stuff.
Michael: Inside, you wonder if he really will do it.
Tina: Yes it was a bit unreal feeling.
Michael: Does say anything to establish his authority?
Tina: He told me he had worked in the school system abroad. He was some kind of scientist - geology stuff. He was a knowledgeable man, very smart but with very poor physique. He asked about my interest in discipline.
Michael: And you told him about the museum incident (Tina's first spanking had been in a museum when she was 16).
Tina: Yes and how I had my fascination since a long time. He said it quite common and natural. He listened very politely and eventually said, that he would show me a real school cane and give me the opportunity to see what kind of impression it makes if I chose to do so.
Michael: And you felt?
Tina: Butterflies lol, but very unsure if he actually could swing anything heavier than a flyswatter lol. He showed me into his study. The walls covered in books leather furniture around a low table in the middle a heavy wooden desk in the end of the room some low tables with lamps on them. There was a slight leather and tobacco smell and a window behind the desk where you could see a farmers field.
He showed me a cane laying in a wooden case , looked like special made case that looked very exclusive actually. The lower part of the book shelfs had a little table with drawers. The case was laying on the table closed but he opened it and showed me. He said it was very old and that he had kept it for a long time. He just that it had soma value and that he was very careful with it. He said that he could show me how it works I wanted.
I asked if he wasn't afraid it would break. He just smiled. I said that I would love to try it. He took the cane out and made some swings in the air. He showed me his swing it was pretty slow and the cane didn't make hardly any swish. Most of the butterflies went away completely. He said that now that it's out of the box it will make six smacks before it goes back in. It didn't scare me - I had seen and heard the swing. He said that since the cane was a bit fragile it had to be on bare bottom.
I thought why not, the caning will be a disappointment, but he is sweet and I will give him a good show. Maybe I might even pretend it hurts to make him happy. So my jeans and under-ware came off, leaving just my light blue knitted sweater and warm socks.
He instructed me to bend over the desk and to hold on firm to the far side. I thought yeah yeah whatever...but I said 'yes Sir'. And he told me to keep my bottom up high and my back arched and low.
Michael: So you look out on the field.
Tina: Yes, I look through the large window behind his desk, and see a tractor actually lol.
Michael: You are presented for him.
Tina: yes
Michael: waiting...
Tina: He puts the cane very gently on my cheeks.
Michael: And you wait...
Tina: He asked if I was ready. I thought yaaawn whatever...and said 'YES SIR'. Then..I hear a very loud SWISH followed by a very loud KLATCH sound. I open my mouth to scream, but I can only gasp. I jump up and starts to jump around in the room.
Michael: What does the professor say?
Tina: He just smiled and watched. I panicked trying to jump away from the pain, I bet I made 10 laps around his study.
Michael: before eventually...
Tina: Before being told in calm voice to bend back over - which I do. Then without further warning ...KLATCH - another painful stroke lands and I jump up and dance round the room again. He tells me they don't 'count', if I don't stay down and I bend back over and I start crying and pleading - 10 years karate and I start crying!!
Michael: Perhaps it's the humiliation - you underestimated him.
Tina: Then KLATCH - this time I hold super hard on the desk and kick my legs in the air instead of dancing, and I cry my eyes out. And then, as soon as I settle down: KLATCH... All I can focus on is holding the desk and my sizzling cheeks.
Michael: Are you counting the strokes - wondering how many left?
Tina: No, I lost count.
Michael: You were totally at his mercy, under his control.
Tina: Yeah, and then... KLATCH
Michael: Even more sobs...
Tina: YES
Michael: Uncontrollable sobbing...
Tina: Very.
SWISH KLATCH...
Michael: Your throat was sore with sobbing?
Tina: It was all a big blur.
Finally, I hear his voice in a distance saying that I can rise.
Michael: You had abandoned hope, and then you hear his voice and you rise slowly - you are weak?
