“I know what we’ll do!” MrH suddenly exclaimed last night. “We’ll get the cane out. We’ve not done that in a while.”
He got up and got out the cane.
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
“On the bed, arse in the air.” He said.
I put my body pillow across the bed and got on all fours, knees and elbows so I wasn’t leaning on my wrists (they get sore and swollen if I lean on them) and took a calming breath. My heart was racing with anticipation and I was wet from his taking charge.
For the next while (I don’t know how long) MrH wielded the cane. Every time he uses the impact toys he does so a little firmer/harder/longer. He checked in with me and stroked my behind at intervals throughout.
Several times I winced and gasped from the pain. I may have cried out.
I thought about saying yellow twice but changed my mind as the sting faded as quickly as the thought formed.
“Five more then we’re done,” he said.
They were hard and in relatively quick succession.
After I felt so calm and relaxed. My behind was red and hot as I snuggled into MrH. I slept last night so soundly (although I woke a few times – I think I must have been snoring 😴😳 as my mouth was really dry and I needed a drink).
Today I feel better. My behind is still a little warm feeling. Not sore exactly, not red or bruised, but I can feel it.
I can feel the connection between MrH and myself. I feel my submissive self returning.
I can see the benefit of a weekly cane session. The way that play re-enforces the dynamic. The way each strike pulled me down, told me MrH was in control. The calm I felt during play and after.
Today our eldest once again returns home. Hopefully not for long.
On Friday MrH and I are heading to Scotland to visit some dear friends. It will be nice to get away for a few days.