"Do you have a limit to the number of strokes you can take?" I asked.

"No, I defer to your judgment," was his reply.

"Very well, let's start with 100 lashes tonight and test your upper limits as time goes on," I told him.

A familiar hunger gnawed at my loins as I gazed upon the unblemished ass presented so invitingly for me on the bed. Before starting the session in earnest I ran my hand over Peter's thigh gently, a bit of tenderness to precede the harsh kiss of the cane. He quivered almost imperceptibly as I did so, knowing what was to come immediately afterward.

As is my custom, I put my full strength behind the first stroke then paused to allow Peter to process the intense assault to his body. Peter neither flinched nor cried out when the cane smacked loudly against his flesh, and only the slightest hint of a grimace was visible on his face. While waiting for Peter to prepare for the next blows, I closed my eyes and basked in the wave of sexual energy that always accompanies the beginning of a caning.

After only about 15 seconds had passed, an angry red welt dead center across Peter's ass cheeks stood testimony to the ferocity of the blow he had received. Using it as a guide, I began laying down a steady succession of lesser strokes above and below the original one. As the pain from my lashes escalated, Peter began to whimper each time the cane made contact.

Between the thrill of wielding my cane on a new submissive partner and listening to the intoxicating sounds of Peter's suffering my level of arousal reached fever pitch, causing my inner thighs to become drenched with the fluids of my dark lust. Without hesitation I began pleasuring my clitoris with one hand while continuing my mission to deliver the promised 100 strokes. My first orgasm nearly knocked me off my feet at number 63, the second less intense climax arrived shortly after counting off the final blow, while I listened to Peter's grateful sobs.

As he adjusted to the cessation of his intense caning, I verbally calmed Peter while applying a soothing salve to his wounds. When that task was completed I fetched the strapon ensemble that he brought and quickly slipped it on. It had been a while since I pegged anyone, so I was really looking forward to what lay ahead.