It was late and we were just lying down in bed.  She lay, with her head in my chest, as we do almost every night.  Her soft hands rubbing my chest, and working down to my crotch, in a circular motion, trying to arouse me and let me know she was horny.  No new surprise, as she almost always is.  In her soft voice she looked up to me and said, “I need a caning”, the sweetest words to my ears.  I immediately grew hard as the thoughts and visions, raced through my head in a split second.

     I have always liked the cane, from the day we started playing with one.  Playing, I say because it all started as play.  Quickly I found that this simple toy, no, this tool, was what I enjoyed to use the most, during our sessions, as we have come to call them.  We have sex, and then, we have sessions.  The sessions are our time to explore, experiment, enjoy, and a way to release so much energy, and come away smiling, and a bit sore as well.

     I love to make my own toys, and I had earlier in the week, finally stopped to look at the small bamboo patch, growing along the fence at my corner convenience store.  Convenience store, Heh!, go figure!  I have found it too difficult to find a cane supplier here where I live and don’t trust the internet since my credit card number was stolen before.  I have often looked at this patch, dismissing it as too thin and small for what I wanted it for.  This day was to be different.  As I walked out of the store, the sun was shining and the patch caught my eye again.  This time I walked over to the bamboo, I knelt and fished around in the stems looking for a nice straight piece that wasn’t already split, or green, or just too small.  After a couple of minutes, I came to the realization that it didn’t exist, or more like,  I didn’t want to stay kneeling for too long, looking for just the right piece, and I cut and took about a ½ dozen pieces and climbed into the truck and headed for home.  Once there I peeled the dead leaves and stubble from the shafts finding 3 of them unsuitable, tossing them away, and stuck the rest into the hot tub room on the patio, for another day.  Yesterday I decided to test the shafts for flexibility and pain.  I struck myself on the inner forearm, calve, and yes, on my own ass, about ½ dozen times each, with varying levels of strength and distances.  I always test pain toys first; it’s the only way, I feel, to learn to use it to the best of its abilities, and always with my sub in mind.  By the way the stripes are still somewhat apparent after 24 hours.   

     I woke up this morning with nothing but her comment, repeating over and over in my head……”I need a caning”.  I thought I wanted to make the session special, as always.  I thought immediately of the cane I had bought on a recent trip, but that how I was so dissatisfied with it.  Luckily it didn’t cost much.  Then I suddenly remembered the bamboo I had brought home.  I went out to the patio and pulled it out, rolling the shafts around in my hand wondering about the crookedness of them.  Watching the curves as I rolled it around and swinging slightly to see how it would land, keeping control and placement in mind as I studied it.  Suddenly it hit me and I headed for the shop, and after a couple of hours of perfecting, the right type of handle, smoothing the shafts,  and trying to make them look nice as well as functional, I emerged with 2 fresh bamboo canes ready to taste the sweet, soft, flesh of my subs ass.  While working with the bamboo, I realized that straightness isn’t everything in a good cane.

     I went into the house with my 2 new creations and showed them to her, a thin crooked 32” with an imitation sharkskin handle, and a 32”plain bamboo handle with a single white rhinestone in the end.  I have found that 32” is just the right size for my taste.  She obviously cringed at looking at the 2 of them, perhaps wondering what she had started, or wondering what she was in for.  She went in quickly and took a shower, as I sat waiting, in the living room.  I thought about how I was going to begin the session and how to progress with striping her ass, with my trademark……stripes.  Today, I thought to myself, I wanted those black and blue welted stripes.  I grew hard just thinking about how it would go.

     After she had finished showering she began to clear off the coffee table, readying it to move and place our stool in its place, that we have used for the last week or so doing Shibari-like rope art.  But to her surprise I said “no, we are going to be in the bedroom today”.  She said, “Oh!” and off she headed for the bed.  I had to chuckle some.  When we got in there and readied the room, candles lit, towels laid out, along with the rest of our toys, I began to tie her face down, first her wrists to the bedposts, then her ankles, ensuring her cunt was wide and open just in case I wanted to redden it as well.  I walked around the bed eyeing her ass with the thickest cane in hand.  I began by sliding the smooth shaft along her legs and thighs, up around her shoulders, and back down to her feet, letting it glide across her without giving a hint of where and when it was going to land first, I could hear her breathing increase as I did this, but it could have been the vibrating egg nestled away in her, against her clit.  I increased the speed of vibration to full and began to glide the cane along her body again, coming to rest on her left foot, and with a sudden quick swing, I let it fall on the bottom of her sole, watching her jump, more surprised than hurt, and I slid the cane up and around and back down to her other foot, briskly smacking her other sole.  She did not cry out only jump, slightly. 

     I slid the cane around again all over her back, shoulders, ass, and inner thighs before striking her ass cheek, somewhat harder for a first swing, than usual.  God!!!! Watching her bury her face and squirm was the satisfaction that not only she needed, but I needed as well.  I continued caning her ass over and over, with varying levels of power behind them, soft on this cheek, soft on that cheek.  Hard on this one and hard on that one, medium on this and…..well you know.  I placed a couple of strikes on her shoulders ensuring it was in a more meatier area so I wouldn’t hurt her……”hurt her?”……ok a paradox.  When each strike landed I felt nothing but total control over her and the trust she had in me, and extremely aroused.  It was my responsibility and pleasure, to ensure every strike was calculated and placed correctly, as to not cause her harm.  I loved every groan and back arch that she did while I evenly struck both cheeks.  I have to keep it even on both cheeks why I don’t know, I just do.  I placed a quick 3 strikes on one cheek and watched her rise off the bed, she hated that, and said so yet again…..lol.  I immediately told her “you know I have to even it out”, and she moaned, knowing that it was going to happen, and I leaned back from whispering in her ear and placed the 3 strike on her other ass cheek, watching her arch and bite her lip again.  I played with the speed on the egg when I could see that she was getting close to Cumming, or I merely struck harder than the rhythm that I had going.

      I switched to the thinner cane part way through.  I love the thin ones, they have a …a….well?…a delay, as I call it,  which means they hit and then after a second or so it begins to sting, and then fades into a warmness. Probably the shock to the nerve endings is what causes this.  But regardless she did not like the first strike of this particular one, and I knew it right away, but continued using it here and there on her ass and thighs.  Every time the cane struck her ass I smiled, she was submitting to this treatment by me and that meant the world to me.  I always try to push her each time, maybe not a lot but I try, and usually she switches, and then it’s “I’m done!”  lol   which is why I usually wait till close to the end of our session to push some, when she is out there.  This time I had plans to bring welts and bruises that would last for days.  But, being the first time with these particular canes, I used her simply as a practice canvas, placing my strikes carefully, trying to make them even on both sides, like a fine piece of flesh art.  I don’t swing just to swing; I feel it must look appealing to the eye as well. 

     I walked around the bed and gathered a handful of hair and stuck My manhood into her face, as she resisted taking it in, I pulled on her hair to show her what I wanted her to do, and reluctantly she took it in and I began to fuck her mouth not hard, not brutally, but with enough force to show her this was how it was going to be.  I fucked her face for awhile, giving her breaks to catch her breath.  Rubbing her back with one hand and holding her hair tightly in the other, I was soon satisfied with her performance, and pulled out of her warm, wet, inviting mouth.

     I went back around the bed and began to glide and strike with both canes one in each hand, once again.  At one point, placing my palms up over her cheeks, I smacked them both reddening them yet more, feeling the slight sting in my own palms as they struck.  After a few more strokes of the cane, I could not contain my self any longer and climbed up on the bed, straddling over her and entered her fold roughly, and began to pump, with my hips, in and out, over and over, sometimes fast, sometimes slowing to almost nothing but again regaining momentum. With every thrust I felt the warmness of her ass against my groin.  I felt the stripes that I had inflicted.  She spoke hardly at all, only a moan or a grunt occasionally.  I think her silence was a major part of this exhilarating session, I am not one for screams, and I long for silence, when I am using her.  After awhile I felt closer to my own orgasm and, still looming over her back, I began to pump hard and fast, slamming into her making her whole body move across the bed, I felt almost an animalistic urge to do so.  I wanted the brute force of me slamming in and out of her to signal that I was almost there.  With a couple final plunges deep into her I came, and By God or Goddess, I got light headed for a second, caught up in the pleasure of the moment, you know, those little white floating spots.

     After regaining my composure, I went around and untied each limb, and kissed her cheek as she lay still waiting to be released, telling her she did good, while rubbing her back some.  A little while later as we stood in the kitchen talking about our session, she made the statement, “I could have taken more, and harder”,  I turned grinning from ear to ear, and said, “you will, later…….”  She smiled…

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