Caned

She had always been fascinated by canes; she also had always been terrified of them. Once a friend had tapped the front of her thighs very gently with a cane, just enough to make her curious yet still terrified of the pain it could cause if used with force.

She was at a small party. The talk had turned to canes. She found herself saying she'd always wanted to know how it really felt. She instantly wished she hadn't said it. She didn't really want to know.

Across the room, he silently pulled several canes from his toy bag. He held them up and looked at her. He walked over and stood next to her, "Shall we try this?"

She looked down, studying the floor. She heard a voice say "Yes". She was surprised it had been hers.

He took her hand and led her to a chair in the center of the room. The room became silent as he told her to put her hands on the seat of the chair.

Everyone in the room seemed to disappear. She was only aware of her heart pounding and the presence of this man standing so near to her with a cane in his hand.

She felt him lift her skirt. His hand brushed across her bottom and sent tingles through her. She continued to look at the seat of the chair. She felt her panties being slowly pulled down to her knees. She knew all she had to do was say no; I've changed my mind. She had no voice. She heard him swish the cane through the air, the noise it made had the effect on her he undoubtedly desired.

He leaned close to her ear, "Are you ready?" She was terrified. She whispered back, "Yes Sir."

She felt the cane lightly touch her, almost like a caress, gently touching. He pulled it away. She held her breath. The cane swished through the air and then landed, perfectly straight, across both cheeks. There was a long pause for what could have only been a second, then the most wonderful burning pain where the cane had struck. It seemed to travel slowly through her. It totally engulfed her. She was aware of raising her head slightly, of taking a breath.

He leaned close to her again. "Another one?" "Oh yes, please." She whispered back.

She felt the cane caressing her lightly again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt herself getting wet as she waited for the next one.

The room had remained silent. Each person there had watched intently, perhaps remembering a fantasy or maybe reliving a real memory as she discovered this wonderfully intense new part of herself.

There were six all together, six perfect little lines crossing her cheeks. Each stoke of the cane and the intense reaction following seemed to happen in slow motion. Each one was better than the last. When he was done she stood and thanked him.

She was still terrified by the thought of canes, but she knew she would do it again.