I think that once we get into a routine there will be more need to discuss my performance.
At 8.00pm precisely Mistress laid on the prescribed 36 strokes on my bare bottom, opting for the thin Dragon cane. I was told to count each stroke. There was no more than ten seconds between strokes.
Unusually, Mistress had me lay face down on the bed, with a leather footstool under my belly to raise my bottom. I therefore had to take my punishment without being secured. Normally I am punished over a bench, secured by wrist and feet.
Also unusually, I maintained position through the punishment. Some of the strokes burned and stung but on the whole I was able to soak them up without any fuss, although Mistress had to rebuke me early in the session for not counting quickly enough.
Afterwards Mistress informed me: “Think yourself lucky. That was very lenient. The stool raised your bottom too high so I was not able to cane as hard as normal. However, as this is the first such punishment I decided to be lenient but next Thursday you will go over the bench and we will ensure that these future sessions have a good degree of severity. After all, this is meant to be punishment and therefore you must suffer for it to have any effect.”
Mistress was right of course. And, as I said in my earlier post, it’s a little daunting to think that this is now a weekly routine and that tonight’s session was by no means anywhere near how Mistress intends me to suffer in future.
But this is good. The fact that Mistress is more than happy to deal with me in this way means so much. It will help reduce tensions that we both experience. It certainly reminds me who is in charge of the house. And it reaffirms our love for one another.
But tonight’s acquaintance with the cane wasn’t over. Mistress decided during the day that a couple of things I’d said – both times expressing negative thoughts – warranted punishment.
I earned seven strokes, which under the regime were working to, had to be applied separately, one hour after the maintenance punishment. We wrote this rule deliberately to keep the maintenance punishments separate from punishment for real faults.
This time I went over the bench and immediately felt the difference from the early session. This was more like the sort of caning I expect from Mistress. No nonsense, no mercy, full-blooded strokes.
Next Thursday is going to be very different. But first I’ve got to keep out of trouble until then.