Master James stepped up on the platform with a short, stocky, very muscular older man. He
introduced him to the audience as Master John, a renowned caning “artist”, and said that
tonight they would be privileged to witness a demonstration of his techniques with various
canes. He briefly mentioned me, stating that, for those who had not as yet used me, I was
a submissive in training and that this would be my introduction to caning. Then Master
James turned to me and said,
“Girl, present yourself to Master John.”
I trembled, dropped to all fours, and crawled the few yards till I was at the feet of the
Master. Rising back up to the first position, I offered my breasts, my body, my laced up
cunt to Master John as I had been taught. Thankfully he did not inspect me, nor ask me to
present my ass to him. Instead he basically ignored me and picked up the leash. He pulled
me to my feet and led me to that padded horse just to the left of the St. Andrew’s cross.
He began speaking to the audience about caning. All the while he spoke; he was positioning
me on the horse, bending my body forward on the length of it, strapping my wrists to the
front legs, and my ankles to the back legs of the horse. He put heavy thigh straps around
my thighs and tightened them down around the horse legs. A thick strap just under my
shoulders that went under the horse kept me motionless. He turned my head to the right so
I was looking straight into the audience, pressed my left cheek to the horse, and so it
began.
He talked about the history of caning, how it had always been thought of as a tool of
punishment and discipline. He discussed the differences in canes, light whippy ones, heavy
thick ones, and what materials make the best canes. Someone, I don’t think it was him,
came up behind me and untied my cunt laces, and I closed my eyes as I felt fingers gently
spreading my labia open.
He was talking about how to warm up the submissive, stating the ideal was to have the sub
be deeply relaxed, trusting, not anticipating the next stroke but merely accepting its
inevitability. He leaned down to my face, his just inches from mine, and placed a light
kiss on my forehead while stroking my hair back from my face. He began talking to me in a
very soft soothing voice.
“You are lovely,” he said, “and I am so going to enjoy you tonight. I promise that you
have nothing to fear from me. The intensity will escalate very gradually. I promise that
no stroke will be more than a third harder than I’ve already given you. You can trust me,
girl; I am a man of my word.”
All the while his fingers were gently massaging my back, just the tips pressing into my
muscles, kneading and relaxing the tension. He stood and moved to my side as his fingers
explored the rest of my back, shoulders, ass cheeks, the backs of my thighs. He told the
crowd that massage is in itself an endorphin releaser, and very non-threatening. Master
John added that when a submissive is new to caning, this technique can bring delighted
surprise, relax her, build a lot of trust early on, and give her confidence that there are
rewards to be had in exploring.
Oh, it was true! Every time he found a tight muscle and massaged it the state of
relaxation I found myself in just went deeper and deeper. Then he began a kind of
percussion using his talented fingers with both hands, crooking them slightly then
striking them down all over my back, my ass and my thighs. He worked my upper back, to
either side of my spine, my lower cheeks, down the back of my legs. This went on for quite
awhile and with my eyes closed, I nearly drifted asleep it felt so good. His voice was
soothing, reassuring, and it was almost as if he was speaking to me not the audience.
I don’t think I even knew when he picked up the thick Borstal cane. Master John began
tapping very lightly over the areas that his percussion technique had warmed up, no bony
areas, just the tip of the cane to areas that had bone close alongside. The blows had less
force than his fingertips did, and I still felt a warm glow. Then he began mixing in
heavier taps, feather light ones, light flutters that felt like a flock of butterflies
teasing my skin. I was moaning, floating; he did single taps, double taps, and quick
flutters of varying intensities. I wanted more; I asked him for more without knowing I
did. All the while he was coaching me to relax and breathe deeply. The strokes of the cane
became harder. I would feel the strike and then one hand instantly massaging that area. I
could feel my muscles relaxing even more as the caning proceeded. Ah God, then it was
harder blows followed by a quick light raining of fluttery strokes to the same area. Oh
yes, Master John knew his business and it felt beyond good.
The shock waves of the strokes were directional. They flowed through me in the general
direction the cane was moved when it hit. It felt like the strokes were going clear
through me. When he began a series of blows to what he called the “sweet spot”, the area
of the lower butt to either side of the crack, the blows sent waves down into that whole
complex of muscles and nerves. Through my engorged and clenching cunt, until every part of
me felt like it was involved with a sexual excitement. He landed a series of medium blows
right there, over and over, the strikes angled and sent shock waves forward through my
entire body
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