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The last stroke is the deepest I wanted to share my story of the last caning I received, which was the best I have ever had, delivered by a lady with superb accuracy and outstanding power behind each stroke. She had worked through a selection of her favourite implements, and settled to finish me off with a fantastic long, thin and very whippy, but also very dense, dark coloured dragon cane. This thing was exceptional, and with her expertise holding the crooked end, delivered the most perfect caning imaginable. Each stroke landed like a streak of fire, blazing perfectly across my bum from one side to the other. I definitely prefer thin canes that sting ferociously, leaving a lovely puffy welt on the buttocks with each stroke, rather than thick solid ones that thud deep into the muscle tissue, and this thin dragon cane left it's calling mark each time it landed with a crack. The blaze of fire would last about 10 seconds each go, during which time I would be struggling to bear the pain, and it would then start to diminish to a crackling hot tingle that would last about another 30 seconds. The trouble was, she was delivering the strokes about every 30 seconds, and so I was still feeling the effects from the previous stroke, as the next one landed. This made it even harder to take, and I think she was deliberately timing the strokes perfectly, so as to take me right to the edge of what I could just about cope with. I have to thank her for her expertise in this regard, because being taken right to the edge is what I crave, and she gave me the best experience I have ever endured. I will remember this amazing caning for a long time to come, and wish to one day find someone who can repeat it. However, she did not end with this, as there was still one more thing to come... I foolishly showed an interest in a long, wide, and very heavy, thick leather prison strap, similar to the one in the classic old Robert Redford movie, Brubaker. She did tell me that, based on how I had coped with the rest of my beating, she didn't think it would actually hurt very much, and I have always found leather straps and belts to be less painful than a cane, although delicious in their own slappy and stingy way. So I lay there, tightly restrained in position, for an initial wallop with this large strap. I heard it whistle through the air, and then the whole room sounded like a banger had been let off, as the sound reverberated around the room. What a little liar she was! My god! The pain was off the scale. My whole body bucked and jerked, as I strained against all the leather straps holding me firmly in place, trying for what seemed like an eternity to fight the explosion that had erupted across my poor bum. I would have used my safety word (something I would hate to do) if it would have done any good, but there was no point. She was only giving me one strike with it, and that had already happened! There was nothing I could do but to endure the pain that I had no idea I was going to experience. Eventually, after about 15 seconds of thrashing about beneath my straps, it finally started to diminish to what I could cope with, and I relaxed my body, as the fire continued to rage though my butt cheeks. In all, about 90 seconds must have passed before it finally died down to a gentle throb, and my breathing slowed to something more normal. This was an implement like I had never experienced before, and I never imagined that something leather could be so severe. She then asked me if it was too much, and like a coward, I agreed that it was, letting me off any further delivery without having to use my despised safety word, and I have regretted that decision ever since. It came as such a shock, that I was glad to be let off easily, but I now yearn to experience that dreaded and evil prison strap again, being forced to go way beyond my tolerance level once more, into a realm where I cannot bear the pain at the time, but will have a memory to last me a lifetime. After all, it is only pain, and a leather strap, no matter how thick or heavy, cannot cause any permanent harm, and so this is an implement that can hurt me beyond my wildest imagination, while at the same time poses no physical danger to me - it's perfect. Perhaps one day, I will suffer a similar experience, and I hope that when that day comes, I will be braver than I was on this occasion. I have never used a safety word yet, and I wish to keep that record unblemished. If you're still reading this, then well done, and I hoped you enjoyed it. |
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