Pics for a woman who may deserve the cane

 

 

If I were to cane, say, you, I’d try to look stern while I was doing it. Of course, I’d also be very turned on, and very happy with your submission and trust for my judgment.

My experience is that a lot of submissives don’t enjoy that microsecond when the cane actually lands on their bare and presented bottom or thighs. But a few seconds later they like the pain and the warmth. A few minutes later, they like the spreading warmth and delicious soreness. Later still, they love the feeling that they’re in a relationship where being caned for misbehaviour is part of life. Because they have someone in charge of them who cares about their behaviour and welfare.

Wicked Wednesday: Droit de Seigneur 14

Yvain, kneeling with her Seigneur’s cock deep in her mouth, had been surprised by how easy this was. The cock went deep in her throat when she took all of him, her nose and lips in his dark pubic hair, but she’d found that by thinking of relaxing things, and self-discipline she could stop the gag reflex. 

She remember her Seigneur saying that Gisela had had to be caned often before she learned to control that, and she felt briefly smug.  This was not so unpleasant, and she was, obviously good at it. Better than the Mayor’s wife.

Then the Seigneur, who’d been keeping perfectly still while she pleasured him, sighed with pleasure. The hand that held her hair opened, to press the back of her skull.

He pushed her firmly forward while, for the first time, his cock moved in her mouth, questing deeper.

She felt a moment’s panic as the head of his cock, well engorged, seeming huge in her mouth, slid into her throat. She wasn’t ready for this, and it was much harder. She managed to suppress the urge to cough, to try to get that obstruction out of her throat. But the effort cost her tears.

Now he was fucking her mouth and throat, the firm press of his hand allowing her no lee-way. She managed to take him, her eyes wild with fear that she might fail him and deserve more punishment, tears streaming with the effort of control. At last the movement of the cock in her mouth slowed, then stopped. 

The Seigneur said, “You’re doing well, Yvain. And I know you’re trying your best.”

Yvain tried to speak, his cock like an iron bar in her mouth. “‘An you, ‘y Seigneur.”

He slid out of her, so she could kiss him, that hard, soft, sensitive skin, then take him in again.

“This next part is going to be harder for you, Yvain. I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and fast. And when I come – you know that I will release a sort of fluid into your mouth, don’t you?” 

“‘es, ‘y Seigneur.”

“You will swallow it all, and then you will clean my cock with your mouth. If you miss a drop you will be flogged. As you’d expect. Stand up, girl.” 

Yvain kissed the Seigneur’s cock, then again as she, more than he, withdrew until it was free in the air. Then she stood. “Seigneur?”

“The beldam is in the room next to this. Go to her, and tell her you are a passable cock-sucker, but that you will need discipline for the next stage. Ask her, most politely, to bring her heaviest cane.” 

“My Seigneur, I think I can – “

He reached forward and slapped her face. The blow did not hurt. But it’s meaning did. She had overstepped herself and displeased him. “I have not given you permission to argue with me, little slut. I don’t think I ever will. Ask the beldam to begin by giving you six of the best, immediately, for insolence.” 

Yvain felt stricken. How had she been so foolish? She said, “I’m sorry, my – “

“Twelve of the best. And you are to tell her you will take them in complete silence, no matter how hard she canes you. Go, Yvain.” 

 Yvain nodded, and made a gesture that would have been a curtsy if she’d been wearing a stick of clothing. She glimpsed herself in a mirror as she she turned and opened the door into the corridor. She was becoming a new person. A sorer and a happier girl.

A guard, outside, smiled when he saw her, but said nothing. She went and tapped nervously at the beldam’s door. Then she took a breath, fortifying herself, and knocked louder.

 

Sinful Sunday: Please Sir

When she says, “Please punish me, Sir,” she’s being a conspicuously Good Girl. Every aspect of her presentation is a display that says, “I’m a good girl, really.”

Her eyes and her face are downcast, and her open hands hold out the instrument of her punishment. Her hands are open because she knows she’s not allowed to close her hands on the cane. She bent down, naked, to take it from the floor in her mouth, then released it onto her open hands. And then held out those hands to me, offering both herself and it. Details and body language matter.

The wool over the whipping bench, behind her, tells her that she’s going to be spending some time bent over there. That matters too. It would be a terrible world, boring, unloving, unsexy, if I didn’t pay close attention to her needs, even when delivering discipline.

She gives a perfect display of submission. It’s come just a little too late to save her bottom and upper thighs. But that doesn’t make this moment less enchanted, for either of us. I’m not ready to tell her she’s a “good girl”. Not yet. But I will be soon.

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 32

Yua and Asuka turned to face each other. It was Asuka who put her arms round Yua, surprising Seamus, who’d expected Yua to be first to take advantage of their intimate position. 

He said, “Yua, put your thigh between Asuka’s; Asuka, let her. Good girls.” After a little graceful shuffling, the girls were pressed close, pussy to pussy, breasts pressing, holding each other tight.

Yua kissed her friend.  

Seamus waited for the first press of pussy against pussy, the first swing of hips. Asuka’s bottom arched back, in response to Yua’s slow thrust. Seamus swung the cane and stung his girl, just a little. When Asuka moved back at her friend, impelled a little by the new sting in her rear, and Yua retreated, he caned Yua, again lightly.

The girls fucked, standing, eyes wide, mouths open and exploring, with Seamus’s cane helping to choreograph and set the timing for them. They were beautiful together, and Seamus kept the pressure on till their bottoms were well, though lightly and pinkly, striped. 

Eventually, as he knew had to happen, Asuka lost concentration, at least concentration on matters like standing up, and she sank to her knees. Yua followed her down, pushing Asuka onto her back on the atami living room floor.

Yua knelt between Asuka’s thighs, her hands under Asuka’s buttocks, licking her intently while Asuka shook her head desperately, and muttered soft, high-pitched nonsense syllables.

Seamus gave Yua two harder strokes across her bottom, for reasons he could not have explained, but it helped increase Yua’s dedication to her task. Until Seamus knelt behind her, and entered her sweetly wet pussy. Yua raised her head for a second to squeal happily, and then returned to her task.

His hands gripping Yua’s hips with all his force, so he controlled her movements, he fucked the girl, slowly, savouring each movement. Seamus watched Asuka’s face as Yua industriously pleasured her.

He’d hoped to have eye contact with his love while he fucked her friend, but Asuka’s eyes were shut tight and she was lost, breathing in hard through her nose and mumbling sweetly with her out-breaths. Eventually Asuka reached up and put her hands on Yua’s shoulders, then reached under to hold her breasts. Yua yelped, happy, and Asuka squeezed, trying – not very successfully – to be cruel.  

But even the effort hit Yua, and in response she she thrust back at Seamus, needing all of his cock in her. Suddenly their fuck became hard and intense, and he had to hold Yua tight to keep her from bucking him out of her.

He smacked her with his hand and she growled, nose still deep pressed in Asuka’s cunt. Seamus wanted to slow down, prolong this, but Asuka suddenly opened her eyes and cried out. He hadn’t expected her to be the first to come, or to come so fast. She looked up and saw Seamus then, his face over Yua’s back, and smiled at him, still coming. 

Seamus didn’t smile. He was too focussed. Yua said, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sensei!” He felt the flutter of her cunt contracting and releasing on his cock, and he pumped her in earnest, without holding back. They came more or less together, or at least in overlapping waves. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me,” Yua said, though it seemed to him that it was a little late to suggest that. She slowly fell forward till she lay on her stomach, face on Asuka’s midriff, Seamus still hard in her.

Asuka smiled up at both of them, obviously still a little dazed. She put one hand on Yua’s mouth, and the other on Seamus’s. He saw Yua bite his girl. He kissed the hand at his mouth.


Sinful Sunday: Goodness! Such badness!

Sometimes Arethusa misbehaved. She didn’t enjoy the micro-second of contact between the cane and her skin, but then the next second it was warming and thuddy. Ties in place, she felt wonderfully submitted. In every sense of the word it was hot

Eventually it dawned on her poor, gullible Master that the cane didn’t have any deterrent effect, whatsoever. Oddly, because he was a kind and indulgent sort of Master, “strict” canings still happened anyway. 

 

 

Sinful Sunday: Consolation Prize

It didn’t happen every time. But usually he gave her an orgasm, one way or another, before she got up from her punishment place and position. 

So much of the rhetoric about life between a willing slave and her chosen Master comes down to this: he has to make himself useful, and keep his possession glad that she has a Master.

Arethusa was, in a sense, easy to please, after punishment. She felt especially sexually needy and urgent after he’d caned her. Partly, he believed, she wanted to distract herself from the fire in her ass, but also… she was fiercely aroused. Hungry.

So was he.

Sinful Sunday: The Light

It was bright daylight outside, and there was darker, more intimate and comforting light inside.

My loveslave, Arethusa, was getting the cane. Not for any misconduct, but for her Master’s pleasure, and, though she’d only admit that afterwards, hers. She’d feared it once, but since then it became her favourite instrument. The line of pain was so intense and so clear, like the mark it left for days after. 

But she wanted comfort, which is darkness. I wanted her pain, which is bright. 

So we did what we wanted together. And we took what we most needed. How, how much I needed her.

Wicked Wednesday: Message received

Claire learns that a Master’s forgiveness is self-forgiveness and a kind of psychological relief acquired through kinky pleasure.

It’s a hot scene, but it’s published now, and publishers don’t like things they publish to be also be available free on the internet.I’ll put up a link to where you can buy a book with this hot scene in it, shortly.

Wicked Wednesday: Claire, paid in full

Claire experiences the joys and the pains of being helpless, committed to receiving punishment, her right to make choices temporarily abandoned, but knowing she’s cared for.

It’s a hot scene, but it’s published now, and publishers don’t like things they publish to be also be available free on the internet.I’ll put up a link to where you can buy a book with this hot scene in it, shortly. 

Sinful Sunday: Comfort and the cane

Arethusa got this caning for missing a doctor’s appointment. But the first thing I did was put down not one but two pillows for her to rest on, so she didn’t hurt herself, bending over my table.

It didn’t strike me, until I looked at the photos I took, what an odd mix it was: caring so much about her comfort, and then taking the cane and making her as uncomfortable as I possibly could.