Second Ritual Caning

Alexandra went into work with me today - that part of Durham is more fun for walking about and watching people. On our way home I wondered if she’d remember the ritual simple caning that we started yesterday.

Happily she did. I think I might have felt something like rejection had she forgotten. A bit of petty neediness perhaps but nothing too silly.

This time the ten strokes were plenty strong and I didn’t ask for extras. Despite the relatively low intensity I found that when I tried to speak forming sentences was difficult. Good to see my mind so malleable; hope it is a sign my pleasure in pain is returning and I’ll be her “pain sponge” again soon.

In these canings I stand and bent my upper body over a barstool. Normally all corporal punishment is performed with me nude. For this I just drop my pants. Something about that last detail is digging down into some forgotten childhood experience and leaves me feeling more vulnerable and naked than literal nudity. There’s no end to the surprising artifacts buried in one’s mind.

This was the only act of BDSM today. We were both very tired.