The Caning

You have stripped naked

and put on the collar

and the leather cuffs

wrist and ankle -

leaving the key for me on the table by the door

you have put on the blindfold

and then knelt

head down, ass up

legs slightly apart -

cunt and ass facing the door I will enter

knowing the first thing I will see

is that ass I use so much

and your pretty cunt

swollen

already dripping

in anticipation

You wait

You know how much I enjoy our time together

so you think you will not have to wait too long

you know when the door opens I may not be alone

and if I bring someone

that person will see you this way

naked

ass and cunt offered up

and know what you are to me

know you are a sextoy

that I use as I will

and that I can give away for use

if I so desire.

I am alone this time.

I say nothing and

you wait

for instructions,

knowing I'm looking at you,

knowing what I see.

There's a thick silence.

This is the beginning of ritual:

The offering,

followed then

by a litany,

one which changes each time you are used,

but one you know

have always known

how to answer.

What are you?

I am yours, Sir.

What is mine?

Everything, sir.

What?

My ass, my pussy, my mouth, my breasts,

my tongue,my hands, everything.

You're my little asslicker?

My rimgirl?

Please let me kiss your ass, sir,

please let me tongue you.

You're my little assfuckgirl?

Please,sir, please, fuck me up my ass,

please use my ass, sir.

I tell you to spread yourself

and you automatically reach back

and pull your cheeks apart.

I kneel next to you and

place my hand

on the small of your back.

A gentle touch, the first.

Using my other thumb I gently press on

your outer cunt lips

this motion slowly spreads the sticky inner lips

so I can see the moisture inside you

I gently blow a hot breath there

on your clit

then press my thumb into the center

of your asshole

not attempting to penetrate yet

just claiming,

owning.

I tell you to wait

and you do

holding yourself open.

What could be more sublime

than to be so positioned

waiting to be used.

I put the rubber glove on close to your head.

You are blindfolded so you cannot see

but you can hear.

You know the sound

and you know what will happen.

You shiver - just slightly.

You hear the splurge of the lubricant

as it exits the tube

and then feel the cold

just there

just on your little asshole.

I rub in circles,

gently pushing the lubricant

to the center

and then place my thumb

right there again.

right in the center.

I softly kiss your back

just above the tailbone,

then in the center of the shoulderblades,

then your neck,

then whisper

beg for it.

You do.

Please,sir, please, push your thumb

all the way up my ass.

I do,

slowly, very slowly,

then lean forward to whisper again.

What are you?

I'm your assfuckgirl, sir, your little assfuckgirl.

You're my good girl.

Yes, sir, I'm your good girl.

Today, girl.

Yes, sir?

Today I'm going to cane you.

A caning is just what you need, my darling,

isn't it?

yes, sir, if you wish.

I do. A severe caning, a caning

which will take the world away

round off all the edges.

I reach below you and touch your nipple,

testing it, then grasping it softly

and pulling down - milking you.

My thumb slowly fucking your ass

and my fingers massaging your cunt

little light flicks on your clit.

I'm going to hurt you now, I say.

You may cry out if it helps

and you may beg.

Remember that breathing helps.

The fingers holding the nipple begin to squeeze

pinching down

harder

harder

until finally you begin to whimper.

Without releasing your nipple,

still pinching oh so very hard,

I pull the nipple further,

quite far

and whisper:

Breathe now, breathe into the pain,

accept it,

you need it,

you want it,

you were born to be hurt this way.

I let go of the nipple.

You sob.

I offer you my thumb to suck

and you gratefully accept it.

I lean over

and caress your back with my face,

my beard,

and then whisper in your ear:

12, I think. 12 strokes.

I pull both thumbs out of you,

remove the glove,

then

push a pair of ben wa balls into

your cunt

which is so wet and open they pop right in,

each causing a little half moan.

You are still holding your cheeks open.

I tell you that I'm going to plug you and then you'll be able to let go.

You hear me preparing the plug.

Again the splurge of the jelly

and then you can feel

the slick bulb ending pressing against you.

This is large, I say,

and it is going to hurt when I push it in.

Perhaps enough to take your breath away,

keep breathing and remember

that doing this to you,

invading you like this

pleases me very much,

so when it is going in

I would like you tell me

how much it's hurting you.

Now be a good girl

and try to relax and soften yourself

as much as possible.

I slowly push it in -

it's quite large

something you can handle

when you've been sufficiently prepared

but now it begins to feel like it is splitting you

in two.

You whisper:

Please, sir, it hurt's, it hurt's my little asshole.

I know, girl, that's my good girl,

just keep breathing.

Ow, sir, ow, oh, oh ,oh.

I keep slowly pushing in,

pressing on.

You collapse down as it sinks home,

your hands let go

and you struggle to accept

this gift,

this pain.

Breathe now, I whisper,

be my good girl.

you want to be my good girl, don't you?

You nod then gasp out

I'm your good girl sir.

I turn you over

so you're on your back,

the plug pressing into you,

the nipple I teased

still reddened.

I instruct you to spread your legs

quite wide

splaying your cunt open.

I lean between your legs

and softkiss the juction

where leg meets belly,

both sides

stopping just before your cunt.

You cannot come, I say,

if what I am going to do to you

becomes too much too bear,

beg me to stop

or to let you come

but know you will

not be given permission to come.

I kiss your mouth,

taking your mouth

with my tongue,

taking you that way,

one hand pressing your neck,

the other reaching down

to slip three fingers into your cunt,

rolling the ben wa balls inside you.

I sit back

looking at you,

locking eyes,

caressing your face,

lightly pinching the other nipple.

I stretch your outer lips

so your clit stands up

and bend over to softkiss it

to nuzzle it,

to suck oh so softly

then lick

then pull just slightly away

and blow soft warm air on it

each an exploration

which makes you jump,

moan.

You are my violin now,

your clit the strings,

my tongue and fingers the bow.

The song I seek?

Please, please, please, sir,

let me come

I'll do anything

please please please.

And when you are begging to come,

singing this song,

naked,

your splayed puffy cunt

silky and shiny,

I take a tawse

and smack

the inside of your left thigh

high up

instantly

turning your soft flesh pink

and then on the other side

each a sharp slap

which pulls you up short.

I tell you to present

you somehow know

to tilt your pelvis so your cunt

is presented,

sticky little strings of girlcum

glisten on your thighs.

5, I say

and you whimper.

You will count them.

I pop that pretty pussy

with the tawse

your voice lifts

one,sir.

After the third you let go

and I have to direct you to resume

the presented position.

How pretty you look.

A sheen of sweat covers your body.

You bite your lower lip as you wait.

I play with you

brushing your clit

with the tawse

then using it to comb your inner lips

open

There's almost a splatting sound as the tawse strikes

it's wet target.

4, sir.

One more to go.

you endure it bravely

I instuct you to get up on your knees.

I unzip and lightly press my cock

against the soft lips of your mouth,

you moan and immediately engulf me.

I let you work for a while,

licking and sucking,

showing your devotion to cock,

then instruct you

to mouth fuck me the way I like.

You take my cock in very slowly

deeper and deeper

until it makes you just begin to gag,

a little gag,

a flutter I can feel

and then you slowly pull back

until the head is just free of your lips

and you reach out with your tongue

to flick it and sweetly lick.

Then you move forward

taking it slowly deeper

until you gag again.

I instruct you

to hold my cock in your mouth

loosely

just holding it

so the whole head is inside

and you can caress the head

with your tongue.

I tell you not to swallow

but to let your saliva flow,

after all

your mouth is just another

slick, warm wet cunt,

another fuckhole,

and

when the saliva has built up,

I begin to stroke in and out of your mouth,

softly at first,

fucking you,

reminding you not to swallow,

so the saliva is pulled from your mouth,

coating my cock

and your face,

and then,

then

I begin to push deep,

fucking faster,

making you gag again,

holding onto your hair

so you can't get away.

You cough and gag and slobber on me

as I fuck you,

my sweet little face fuck.

Before I come

I stop,

so much to go yet.

I put you on a bed,

ass up,

head down.

You're still skewered with the big plug

but it's been in so long

you've almost forgotten it.

I push around the ring of your asshole

to check for lubricant

and lubricate you if you're dry.

(I want to take care of my favorite fuckhole)

I pull the plug out;

you grunt.

I leave you there.

I tell you

I'm going to fuck your ass now

just for a little while

not to completion,

not yet.

I undo your hands

and make you sit on the edge of the bed

facing my cock,

you immediately try to suck it

but I pull away from you

and hand you the lube.

Get me ready, I say.

You squeeze lubricant into your palm

and then begin to rub it on my cock.

Look at me, I say.

And you do,

your eyes soft now,

gleaming.

Tell me what you are doing.

I'm lubricating your cock, sir.

Why?

So you can fuck me in the ass.

Why?

So you can fuck me up my ass, you say,

with a hint of a question.

That's right girl, so I can fuck you up your ass.

Now, assume the position.

You turn over

and stick your ass back up

into the air,

spreading your legs slightly

and then reaching back to spread your cheeks

so you're quite exposed.

Tell me how we do this? I say.

When you're pushing...

pushing

your cock up my ass,

I try to open as much as I can,

to soften,

to let you in

as deep as you want to go.

I place the head of my cock against your ass,

you whimper slightly.

And?

And when you are pulling out, out of my ass,

I squeeze down,

bear down,

trying to keep you,

hold you in my ass,

in me.

That's right, girl. Are you ready?

You nod your head.

What do you say?

Softly, almost whispering, you say the magic words:

Please, sir, please

shove your cock up my ass hard

as hard as you can

and deep.

I do.

It takes your breath away.

How do you feel, girl?

Invaded?

You whimper and nod.

I press in a little more.

Plundered?

Again, you nod.

Good girl, squeeze now.

You do.

That's my good girl, I say,

as I continue slowly fucking you.

Finally I pull out of your ass,

we're both humming with energy,

if I slapped your gaping pussy now,

if I touched you with a vibrator

you'd come

and I'm ready too,

my cock so hard it aches.

I say:

Much as I'd love to see my sperm

leaking out of that pretty ass

I have to keep my edge.

I prop you up

on the bed

face down,

using pillows until your

ass is lifted about two feet off the bed

and your head

rests on the bed itself.

I blindfold you again now

and use the wrist cuffs

to secure your arms

above your head.

I fasten the ankle cuffs together.

I pick up the cane

and whip it through the air,

once,

twice,

so you hear it whistle.

You want this, do you not,

my little pain slut?

It takes you a long time to squeak out your

answer:

yes, sir.

I say:

I give you this last opportunity

to stop now,

we can stop now.

If we continue

I will promise you

that there will be no quarter,

tears,

begging,

will only encite my cruelty.

Do you wish to continue?

You do not, perhaps cannot, answer.

I come around so that I can see your face

tenderly brushing back your hair,

removing the blindfold

so we have eye contact.

We look at each other

finally you whisper:

do not make me say it.

I whisper too:

I'm afraid you must.

You look at me for the longest time

and then finally say:

Hurt me.

Please, hurt me.

I lean in and kiss you,

whispering endearments.

I put the blindfold back on.

I explain:

The marks will last 7 to 10 days,

the pain will be

intense now

and there will be a residual pain

that will not last quite as long

but will remind you

every waking hour

for the next few days

of who you are,

your courage,

how far you've gone.

I place my hand softly on your back

and whisper:

Do not anticipate the blows

with a reactive mind,

find now that place

where you relinquish control,

where there is no you,

where you suspend all else but the now,

where you submit to the sensations that will come,

where you accept them,

where you welcome them.

I step back to watch and wait

until I see the soft give,

see you let go.

There are 12.

the first one electrifies you.

You pant.

I wait for your breathing to settle.

The second one takes your breath again

and a squeezed sound escapes

a plaintive oh and then as you calm

a wistful soft no.

This has happened to you before,

so intense,

you think you remember how intense,

you think you want it again,

you do want it again

but when it happens

you do not believe you can bear it.

As if I have read your mind

I whisper:

You can

You can bear it and you will.

And so the third follows,

and the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh

and you sob constantly

and wail when the eighth falls on you,

burning away all else

but this pain,

this now,

you being caned,

beaten by this man,

there is no resistance left,

no you left to resist

and I could almost pity you

but I

who am kind,

who am a gentle man,

can also be cruel, sexually cruel,

and this supremely transgressive

action

has caught me in it's web as well.

Yes, there is still a rational consciousness

that can rise to the surface to protect

if necessary

but it is not necessary

and I strike again

and it is

as if

you

I

the blow

are all one.

3 to go

I tell you

although I do not know if you hear.

I look for a moment

at my work,

our art,

you there sobbing,

befowled with tears

and mucous,

pretty ass,

pretty thighs,

livid,

welted

and say:

These last three will be harder.

And I give you the 10th

and it is harder

as is the 11th,

and the final one

is the hardest yet.

Will you truly scream, sweet one?

I watch for a while

as you lie there lost

and

then I undo your wrists

and take off your blindfold.

I caress your face a moment.

Brave girl, I whisper.

You nod,

you open your mouth

without being told,

all you can manage.

I rub my cock on your face.

It doesn't take long,

the hot sperm

shooting into your open mouth

and on your face.

I lean back and look at you.