I asked MrH if he would try his cane out on Friday night, and he kindly said he would think about it. There was a time when I would have tried to pursuade MrH to give me a definite answer, but I have learned that while I can ask things of MrH, I must then leave the decision to him and accept it. In fact I nearly didn’t ask at all. But, I felt in need of something to take me out of myself, something that would relax me and I knew that a spanking wasn’t possible. The cane had been purchased in the hope that it would provide a means of impact play without the loud thwack that MrH’s hand on my backside creates. In the end I asked, having decided that if I didn’t tell MrH how I felt he may ultimately be cross that I didn’t communicate my needs.
When ten pm arrived MrH and I completed our bed time ritual collar exchange and I went to the loo. When I returned to the bedroom, I was instructed to get on the bed in a comfortable position. I piled up pillows into a suitable mound and settled on to it. Until this point MrH had given me no indication that he intended to use the cane, but it was in his hand when I came back from the bathroom. To make things even more challenging, our ginger boy cat seems to like chasing and attacking the cane 🤭…
So, having scooted BC onto the floor, I settled into the mound of pillows. I have a bad back and so being comfortable is important. I’d managed to get into such a position that my bottom was raised, as was my back and shoulders.
MrH started on my bottom with light taps and I felt myself relaxing almost at once. It wasn’t at all painful and he maintained this gentle tapping over my shoulders too. He returned to my bottom and increased the intensity of the taps, continuing to warm me up.
I have to be completely honest, I don’t remember much of the details.
I remember that there were a few moments where I almost said yellow (our word for getting close to my limit), but it seemed as if MrH was reading my mind, for at that moment he would stop and stroke the cheek that had begun to sting in earnest… He would bring me back to a point of complete comfort before starting up again. Each time he read me perfectly and took me right to the point of thinking I’d have to speak out before stopping. And when he called the scene to a halt he did so again at a point where I’d almost reached my limit, by simply saying, I think we’ll leave it there for today.
We cuddled for a while and eventually I rolled over and slept. Soundly.
I’m forever marveling at how amazing this has been. How much love and trust you can place in a person if you open up to it. How placing your trust in someone so completely can make you feel so free.
I could still feel the sting on Saturday.
I have no doubt that ‘the cane’ will be taken out of the wardrobe again, because MrH said he enjoyed using it. And, I have to say, that after Friday night, I’m definitely looking forward to the next time.