Dear Cane

Classic. Intense. A sordid history. Not for everyone.

I knew our day would come.
You and I were fated to meet.
Because I had feared you, I needed to face you.

After months of dancing around you, I knew it was our time to tango, as others began to doubt my ability to handle you.
That was the exact push I needed. Nobody was going to dictate what I could and couldn't do. Dragons are wild and free, and can do anything.

I put it out into the universe that I was ready for my first caning. Manifested it, and She provided as I knew She would.
She has given me all I needed throughout my emancipation journey, exactly when I needed it.

Two weeks after I decided I was ready, your master presented himself.
Strong. Strict. Disciplinarian. Daddy.
You are in the most capable hands, dear Cane.
Your master is a legend in these parts.
He wields you with grace and flair.
You are certainly worthy of each other.

Arrangements were swiftly made after our first meeting for the caning session, because even fate needs to be diarized these days.
Outlook calendars aligned and we were on our way.

I made the forty minute drive to meet you Cane. You're that special.
I entered your master's home full of anticipation, excitement and nerves.
There you were lying on his dining table.
Cylindrical, about a meter long, varnished rattan with what looked like rubber on your handle. You were heavier than I expected. A thick gal like me. Match made in heaven, I reckon.

Your master was lovely as he sternly instructed me to bend over the table.
Palms flat. My dress hiked up.
I pulled my lacy black G-string off.
I was told to keep my black suede boots and fishnet knee length stockings on.

Yes Sir.

Now, bum on full display, again with that calm authoritarian voice, Sir tells me to stay in position until  he says I can move again, then asks me if I was ready.
Fuck no...But yes.

I hear him swinging his arm, the woosh of the air and then...
IMPACT.  

The immediate sting was not as bad as I'd expected, but I involuntarily let out a scream. Not long after the impact pain there's another burn that starts with more ferocity. I wasn't prepared for this pain.
I didn't have much time to think about this increase in intensity before the second stroke came down and landed on what felt like the exact same spot.
Another scream, more gutteral this time. I have no control of what comes out of my mouth at this point. I feel pain. So much pain. I can think of nothing else but the pain. Then number three lands. We had agreed on six of the best before we played. Sir says matter-of- factly, "half way". Number three almost broke me. I wanted to tap out. But Dragons don't give up. Number four. Whack! Number five. So much pain. My legs feel like they're going to give in at any second but I remind myself Sir said to stay in position. Right Naxy, you can do this. Strike six.
And it's all over. My left leg is shaking uncontrollably. But I stay in position as told. While I lie in that table I take deep breaths, letting waves of immediate pain pass, and I slowly bring myself back to myself.

I took it all. I didn't collapse. I didn't cry. I faced my fear.

Sir gives me a hug and asks if I'm proud. I am so proud of myself. I immediately feel relief and so much pride and happiness. He says I should be proud because I did a good job.This affirmation brings me even more relief and joy.

Dear Cane, thank you for this lesson of endurance and resilience.
I've decided you and I are friends now. You see, we're the same.

Classic. Intense. A sordid history. Not for everyone.

Until our next girls night bestie, be good. NOT.

Love
Naxy