Sunday, 21 April 2013

Judicial sjambock

Anyone with a fantasy about experiencing a judicial-type punishment should watch this video before they go ahead and ask someone to oblige!
But before you even watch it, ask yourself if you are okay with watching a severe punishment.

I found this clip via Fetlife, posted by ‘inmate’. His request was a no holds barred 30 strokes with the sjambock and the ‘Wardress’ delivering the punishment did not hold back one bit, despite the obvious suffering of the male victim.

It’s a brutal thrashing, without doubt the most intense consensual judicial punishment session I’ve ever watched. You will find terrible real judicial canings which I really don’t recommend but this video is all about one masochistic male asking a dominant lady to punish him in the style of a judicial caning – and believe me, it’s severe. 

From the very first stroke the recipient is in agony, which is no surprise because the sjambock – apparently a genuine rhino hide implement in this case – is applied absolutely full force.

We all talk of a desire to be caned full force but this Amazonian was putting everything into each stroke.  And each stroke was delivered five strokes apart, regardless of suffering, regardless of how he was writhing around.

And that’s the worst aspect for me. The way the victim was secured to the punishment frame/ladder meant he could twist and turn and even bend right down at the knees. So to apply the strokes within the set timing pattern, the Wardress had to make split second adjustments as she was applying the stroke. All of them appear to connect okay, but it seemed like a recipe for a misplaced stroke – and with the strokes given at such ferocity, I would have thought there was a chance of serious injury had that happened.

However the full 30 were delivered without undue incident – but not without distress to the poor victim. You can see his entire body convulse and shake with the pain but I think he took it incredibly well considering the ferocity and I wasn’t surprised he was rather vocal. I like the idea of the gas mask to help stifle the sounds.

The Wardress was incredibly and utterly efficient, especially considering his movements. I really liked the way she totally ignored his cries and just got on her job of delivering the beating he had asked for.
The force of the strokes took a toll on his bottom. I’ve never seen such ugly deep welts. But this is the sjambock, a really heavy duty, dense but still whippy punishment rod. Surprisingly, there was no broken skin.

As I said at the start, there are some of us who fantasise about such beatings. I know there are many of us who would like to experience such a punishment session where we really did have no control.
For example, even though Mistress decides when and how I am punished, and can be very severe, deep down I know that she will stop or at least reduce the intensity if I am suffering too much. And afterwards it disappoints me when she has done that.

But what if she didn’t? The fascination is wondering how I would cope.

And how would I cope if she administered a beating like this clip portrays?

When I’m caned I start to have too many thoughts of things going wrong as it is. The pain is one thing but what really unsettles is me is a feeling of panic, induced by the building pain. It produces totally irrational fears:  what if the skin is split (if I’m grazed it’s a rarity so why do I worry?); what damage is this doing to my back when I writhe around; what if this sets off a heart attack?

Despite those ridiculous thoughts, I still have a need for the cane – and like to genuinely suffer at the hands of Mistress.

But would I want to suffer like the guy in this clip? I think the answer would probably have to be yes - but only under certain conditions.

I can only say this because several years ago, way before I met Mistress, I did submit myself to a 30-stroke judicial caning at the hands of one of Britain’s most accomplished disciplinarians. It was an incredibly painful yet powerful experience. Unlike this punishment clip, I was bound to a bench and the strokes were delivered at around 15s intervals. Even so, I recall each stroke reverberating through my entire body.

But to go through something like that again, first and foremost, it would have to be something Mistress wanted to do. In other words, it would have to be a corrective measure she felt necessary to assuage me of a wrong that warranted such a punishment.

Secondly, I’d have to be fastened securely to a bench so that I could not move around at all. That to me a really important aspect of any punishment session – to feel safely bound is a huge confidence boost.
Thirdly it would have to be administered in exactly the same way as the clip – full force, set time between strokes and all the strokes delivered as the sentence required. You’d mentally prepare for that and anything less – even though you would do anything at the time to bring matters to a halt – would be such a disappointment. 

And finally it would have to be in some kind of sound-proof room because there’s no way I could take even one stroke like that without making a huge amount of noise.

So the chances of it happening at virtually zero – especially in the light of our recent lack of DD. But, as they say, be careful what you wish for. It would be a truly severe punihsment.

But it’s certainly not put ‘inmate’ off judging by his comments on Fetlife. He’s already talking about a repeat performance. I do hope he’s properly secured next time and the Wardress can focus 100% on applying the sjambock.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Tension mounts without DD

The tension in our house is palpable right now. We’ve gone several months with no real disciplinary procedure in place in a relationship that had been operating strict DD regime.

We get on great without it, there’s absolutely nothing wrong between us. There’s no arguments, no stress. But somehow, we’re better with it. It’s a case of me remembering my place and Mistress enjoying hers, which is how it should be with one submissive personality and one dominant.

So why the tension? We’re both very busy right now with our respective jobs and consequently everything else is being overlooked. That means I’ve not been remembering my place.

I feared things were coming to head. One night, two weeks ago Mistress came in and as I helped ease her, tight-fitting over the knee black boots off, she looked down at me with a frown. “These boots have needed a good polish for some time.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She said no more. She didn’t have to.

I’d been out on business all that week, getting home late each night, but one morning when we were fixing breakfast she said: “Do you realize I cooked every meal this past week – and did every bit of washing up?”

Last week we barely saw each other. I was out some days, she was away others. While I was out one day a package arrived in the post. I got a call. “I’ve just taken delivery of a package from the postman. You didn’t tell me to expect a parcel. What is it?”

“It’s a mackintosh. For me.”

She knew that.

“What did we agree about buying more raincoats?”

I tried to explain that it was brand new, old stock and the kind of shorty black raincoat I could wear out shopping so it would get used.

Mistress pointed out I never wear anything like that in public apart from SBR raincoat – and then only when we’re on holiday. “Another waste of money,” I heard her say.

She was right as usual. I didn’t like the look that came with the comment.

We were watching TV and I took the controls and changed the channel.

“Excuse me,” she said with the look.

“Sorry,” I said handing her back the controls.

“Sorry?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Sorry Mistress.”  

Despite these and several other exchanges, we still continue our lives with no return to corporal punishment.

But I’m not about to ask if Mistress will correct me. As I’ve said before, I now dread her cane. But that’s a good place to be. It means something special now. I always wanted to experience real corporal punishment and I think that’s the point we had reached before this sudden dip.

I’m pretty certain Mistress will revert back to her full authoritarian ways when it suits her. And when that happens, I’m sure I’m going to regret it!

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Feeling guilty

It feels like a lifetime since I last updated the blog. And I feel I must apologise to everyone for not even taking the trouble just to write a few lines explaining why.

The main reason I’m doing it now is because I’m feeling guilty after receiving a private message on Fet Life from a Lady asking why I had not blogged.

The message was simple: ‘gary.........why has your blog not
been updated for so long ??’

The tone was difficult to understand from that short note, but I fantasised the Lady was rather annoyed that I’d not fulfilled my duty of keeping the blog up to date. I do look on it as a duty – to record the ups and downs of our DD regime.

I am of course guilty as charged but I’m sure that the Lady in question was simply asking out of genuine interest.

I replied to the Lady immediately, first to apologise for not updating the blog and then to explain that Mistress and I have both undergone significant changes in our working lives and have been so busy recently that it’s feeling like our private lives have been put on hold until things settle down. That, plus winter ailments and a bad back have provided plenty of excuses not to keep up the strict regime we had going.

There’s no question that discipline has slipped in our home but thanks to the strict regime we had, things have been ticking over with my in my place as it were, and neither of us have been too concerned that, with a little time to ourselves, we can reinstate the DD lifestyle that suits us both so well.

I’ve spent very little time on the home computer recently. I’ve occasionally checked what others of you have been blogging and I’ve kept in touch with a few on Fet Life but I’ve just not had the time – or inclination to think too much about DD – and neither has Mistress.

However, it’s rather ironic the Lady’s note triggered something in me to give some thought to our DD regime, because for the past two days now, Mistress has made comments about my behavior. The kind of comments that suggest to me that she’s finally got some free time to think about how our disciplined lifestyle has taken a turn.

When I left the washing up yesterday, she pointed out how slack I’ve become in my chores. This morning I found myself corrected verbally for my excessive bad language. And this evening, after a trivial argument, Mistress said that, “you seem to becoming more and more disrespectful towards me.”
I pointed out that Mistress holds the key – but she quickly retorted that she can always find time to keep me in check. It is me who comes up with reasons not to.

The one thing that suggested to me we’ll soon be back on track is that Mistress came back from a shopping trip with one of her girlie friends this afternoon saying that she’d seen the perfect bench for our kitchen. “You could lie face down, full length on it,” she said with a glint in her eye.”
Typically, I changed the subject.

You see, the thought of the cane scares me. We’ve been here before haven’t we? It’s like I need that regular discipline routine to help with my mindset. I know how I should behave, and I know I should always behave in the correct manner, but those weekly maintenance canings help maintain the focus. And when I’m in that mindset no amount of corrective discipline seems to unsettle me and Mistress seems to relish the situation.

Being caned is not nice, but it’s acceptable and, as I’ve said so many times, it helps with the bond between me and Mistress.

It’s getting on for three months now since I’ve been ordered to go and get changed for punishment and the thought of bending over for 36 strokes of that thin Dragon cane really in daunting but I’ve a feeling that I’ll have more positive  things to discuss in this blog in the coming few weeks.