First day back pt2

Within minutes of yesterdays very ouchy palm strapping, i was tightly secured across the worlds most comfy caning bench. i quickly forgot about my stinging hands because i knew i needed to focus all my mental strength and concentration to get through what was about to come over the following 30 mins or so. Until yesterday, i had never taken more than 20 or 30 strokes from Ma'ams sjambok in one session before. This was quite a step up to the hundred i was about to receive. i had been thinking about it virtually non-stop for a few days. Ma'am enjoys notifying me days in advance of impending discipline, designed to excite and frustrate Her chaste slave, and also to put that little bit of worry and fear into him for the days prior to the event. Fear or no fear - restrained there as i was on that bench, i wouldn't have swopped places with anyone. There i was, at the mercy of this incredibly sadistic, sexy Lady who looked so resplendant in Her fetching outfit, about to be taken to new heights of endurance. Her sjambok is so much severer than any cane i've ever experienced. Quite short, no thicker than an average cane and tapering slightly down its length, and slightly flexible, the sjambok lands with both thud and an intense, penetrating and burning sting. Each stroke sizzles away merrily beneath the surface for quite some time - certainly more than a cane does. And it is very, very penetrating. i saw Ma'am use it on a sub at the Luxe Femdom party a couple of months back. An experienced player, he took 25 from it and i could tell from his body jerks after each stroke that he really felt every single one of them. They weren't full force either.

Ma'am has used Her sjambok on me over the last 3 months, gradually raising the bar in both the number of strokes given and the force with which they are applied. i have learned to get my head in the correct space to absorb and dare i say it, embrace Her strokes and a i lay there in that headspace whilst She adjusted the camera angle, my worries and fears evaporated. As i looked forward to the wall in front of me, the powerful lighting cast a wonderful shadow of Ma'am, Her sjambok tapping gently across the centre of my COLD cheeks taking aim. Wow!

The first couple of strokes were somewhat less than full force but these were to be the only ones. The third landed considerably harder and by the fifth, Ma'am was really getting into Her swing. There was ample time allowed between the strokes for the afterburns to be felt and by the time She got to twenty my endorphins were beginning to flow. The next ten strokes felt fierce and wonderful. After a short breather at 30, Ma'am informed me that strokes 31-50 were going to be delivered with no breaks. The pleasureable feelings i felt of the previous 10 were now replaced with a rising cresendo of pain and i was glad to get to 50. This rapid volley of strokes fuelled my endorphins even more and when Ma'am reverted back to spacing strokes 51-70, my masochistic bottom was having the time of its life. It wriggled in pleasure and was ripe for having its limits pushed further. i know how Ma'am takes genuine pleasure in having a subject to cane at quite extreme force and that, given the proper setting, i am able to endure those extra special strokes. The bottom wriggle serves to let Her know when i am in that zone and to encourage to take Her pleasure to the max. So, strokes 71-100 were quite special. Arm drawn right back, sjambok over Her shoulder before homing in on my bruised, welted cheeks. An additional stroke was added at the end and it was all over. The camera was stopped and some still shots taken of the picture Ma'am had painted. Spacing nicely, i mused aloud that i probably wouldn't even feel a cane now. So Ma'am gave me 15 of some of the most hardest strokes i've ever received. The bruises and welts were now supplemented with 7 cuts and i've had numerous reminders of those every time i've sat down since. As those strokes landed, i felt my own blood droplets spray onto my thighs like a warm mist. i always worry more that Ma'ams blouse might get spattered. Then i really would be in trouble lol

Ma'am gave me Her loving aftercare, patched me up in less than a minute and by the time i showered after arriving home, what weeping there was had stopped. my bottom is already well on the road to recovery - such cute and resilient buttocks as Ma'am always says. So, although i was temporarily spared of the planned ginger figging, today i am sitting gingerly you could say. i have to admit, i can hardly wait to see the footage of the whole event. i have gigabytes of hard CP footage and i do have a passion for watching a skilled and sadistic Lady thrash the skin off a males bottom. It will be a new and interesting experience watching the footage knowing that it was me on the receiving end.

Thank You Ma'am for applying Your discipline with great skill and judgement. i know it will always hurt, but i can always trust implicity that it will be applied safely and correctly. Wonderful Ma'am!