Tuesday, 16 December 2014

“Please Mistress, will you cane me?”


As you know, there’s been a distinct lack of discipline in our house for some time. Both of us have been so busy with work that our homelife has consisted of little else but making sure we’re eaten meals and getting sleep.

This past weekend has been the first time in a few months where we’ve spent two complete days together, a time for relaxation. We caught up on lots of things and one aspect we discussed was our DD regime – and how to get it back on track. We both agreed that even if there was no reason to discipline me for breaking any rules, we both might benefit from regular disciplinary methods in the short term, to help relieve the stress in our lives.

I’ve been through some difficult times trying to decide if I can cope with DD 24/7 but it’s pretty obvious that our relationship benefits from it - and Mistress wasn’t contemplating giving it up. It’s been difficult for us both to commit to the kind of commitment it takes from both sides to keep it working effectively.

We touched on the subject several times over the weekend, but were also busy catching up so many other aspects of home life that there still wasn’t the time to focus on what it would take to return to our once strict atmosphere.

However, all the talk made me realise that DD is as important to Mistress as it is to me so the sooner we can get back on the track the better.

We decided the Christmas holiday would be a good time to ‘re-focus’ but on Sunday evening but I still had nagging doubts about regular discipline. It had been several months since my last appointment with the cane and it wasn’t a pleasant experience – and neither had been several appointments before that.

Before we both agreed to resume DD I needed to know whether I could actually cope with Mistress’s methods of maintaining discipline and decided to take the bull by the horns.

I don’t know if there was something in the fact that I’d been relaxing in PVC pyjamas all evening and that had somehow triggered my submissive side but I went into the bedroom to speak to Mistress who was already in bed, reading.

“Mistress,” I said, immediately announcing my submissive intentions, “please would you cane me before we settle down tonight? We’ve talked about resuming our regime but I need to know if I can still cope with your punishment. It only need be six strokes, just to remind me what I might be getting myself into.”

Was this topping from the bottom? I don’t think so because for several months now, we’ve not even had any kind of hierarchy in the relationship. It’s been pure vanilla.

Anyway, Mistress stared into my eyes, then looked up and down my betwime ‘uniform.’ I squirmed in embarrassment.

“Go and fetch the cane,” she commanded, sliding out of bed and putting her dressing gown on.

I quickly did as I was told, my heart racing and I went to the cane cupboard in the spare bedroom. I was tempted to go for the school cane, the least painful of our canes – but my hand pulled out the thin Dragon – the most painful weapon of discipline in our collection.

Why did I do that? After all my inner questions about being able to cope I still opted for the most painful proposition. I’d suggest that my ‘need’ to feel the cane, still outweighs the ever-present underlying fear of corporal punishment.

Mistress took the cane out of my hand and tapped it on the bed. ‘Face down, bottom up,” she said and quickly slashed me six times, from the right side.

I managed to surpress any noise – which surprised me as much as it did Mistress – and I was about to get up, think we’d done the necessary.

“Stay still,” she snapped, as I realized she was walking around to the other side of the bedroom.

I felt the cane tap my bottom again and braced myself. Another six from the left side. Again, taken in silence.

Silence maybe but I was under no illusion that this was only 12 strokes, where regular discipline had previously been 36. Even so, the stinging strokes still had squirming around. It was the painful experience I knew only too well.

“Now you can get up. Put the cane away and come to bed.”

I did as I was told and snuggled up in bed with Mistress.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes thank you Mistress. Thank you for caning me.”

“I thought I had better not be too harsh with you so I wasn’t caning you full strength. But I take it this is your acceptance to a return to our regime?”

My heart dropped when she said she'd been treating my lightly.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you,” I said, but realized the gravity of the situation. I could now expect to be corrected at any time and the next time I would feel the cane would doubtless be a very different experience.

How would I feel about that? Right now I’m happy we’ve moved on and I’m happy that Mistress is clearly relishing the opportunity to ‘take command’ again. Being caned is a small price to pay for having a little bit extra zest in our relationship. I wonder if I’ll still feel like that after a few doses of her discipline?

*I think I might find out much sooner than later. Some time ago I told Mistress a special fantasy fetish day would be a great way to celebrate a really landmark birthday I am due. I’d almost given up on the idea but out of the blue Mistress mentioned it at the weekend. The fantasy of course included the cane. I’ll let you know if it happens... 

3 comments:

  1. It's like that regular canings will bring out your submissive side. Let's hope she finds time for them. They will be good for both of you in your relationship.

    FD

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  2. I'm glad to hear she's getting you back on track!

    Dan


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  3. I want to be in track too... *whines*

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