tap of the cane

The Tap of HisLordship’s Cane

I am lying on my front.  My arms are spread above me and my legs are spread apart.  I must not move and so I lie still, bound by his will.  My body is pressed into the sheets and my sensitivity to the touch of the cotton is a telltale sign that my body knows what is to come.  I twitch ever so slightly on the inside as my head communicates with my body.

“It has been a while missy. Are you ready little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I feel his weight and warmth next to me.  My skin prickles with delight.  He whispers in my ear that he loves me and reminds me about my colours.  He runs his hands across my skin, waking it up further.  I push myself into the bed as his fingers trace the line of my body from head to toe.  He is making me his.  He trails back up and checks to see if I am wet.  He knows it has started for me and he has me where he wants me, not just physically but emotionally as well.  I long to touch him and he knows it. He moves his body over me so that I am aware of his arousal and I hear him reach for his cane.  He adjusts his position and the tapping starts.

It begins like a massage as the blows fall gently and I dissolve into his rhythm.  Like music, is sings inside me and I begin to lose myself as it builds to a crescendo and then dies back down.  I am quickly lost to the sensation and it is like I take on a different form.  I become free as everything falls away – no thoughts, no worries, just him and me and the gentle thud of his taps.  I listen for his sounds and strain to feel the warmth of his body.  He shifts and leans in again.

“Good girl.  You are doing really well and you are making me very happy.  I want you to take some harder ones for me now.  Can you do that missy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He continues but the harder blows do not come.  He alters his rhythm and pauses a bit then begins again.  This is how it goes.  The dance back and forth that plays with my body and my pulls at my mind.  That flits across me, moving too quickly for me to ever catch hold of it. It ripples, it darts, it is both gentle and fierce simultaneously.  The most tender of stings.

Suddenly it comes.  I gasp slightly and curl my toes.  A cold rush that floods my body, turning to heat before I can even process it.  And again, and twice more.  His fingers trace the lines and their pressure helps.  I am grounded by him, tethered to him, I am his.  He holds me there a moment, in that space, and then resumes.  Time falls away as senses shift.  I become the pain and the pleasure.  I become him and am the conductor for a moment, then I drop back into my body again.  I move with the rise and the fall.  I drift to the edge and back again.  I am weightless as the waves carry me onward.  I am transposed from one reality to the next as my consciousness drifts.

He continues for I don’t know how long.  Time has no place here and I have no need for it. He is time. He is all that I need.  He builds and he pushes, working my limits.  He knows where I am, for he is pulling me there. I go with him, I take his hand.  I take whatever he gives and whatever I get.  He is in possession of me and I sparkle for him.  The pain prickles and twinkles on my skin and my reality becomes defined by its own terms.  I am lost but safe, and there is nothing more to do but to let go.

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  1. This was beautifully written, such lovely imagery and emotion, you have a wonderful way with words. Thank you for sharing this moment with us. I have no love for the cane and this *almost* makes me wish I did.

    • Thank you Beth for your kind comments. I think that we all find what works for best for us and then we absorb and become part of it. Do you like other forms of impact play?

      • I like the flogger used gently ?. I enjoy sensation play.
        Very early in my D/s research I became interested in punshiment/discipline for motivation and improving my habits. So when we started out all the implements we aquired were for that and that is the only way I have experienced the cane. Sir does not like that I am visibly afraid of the cane, so for now he’s turned it into his magic wand that he waves gently for dramatic effect (wingardium leviosa, lol). He knows well how my brain works and I think he wants implements to be for fun as well, and not just for punishment. And if that is his desire I know he can get me to that point.

        • I lIke the flogger too although for us the cane is better as it makes less noise so we can use it even when the kids are home. We have not used the cane for punishment. I felt afraid of it to begin with too and I think that used for discipline it would be very different and I would not like it. We tend to use impact for erotic play or for maintenance or resets. That works for us. I like your Sir’s Harry Potter idea. Hopefully his magic will soon take effect. ?

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  3. I really enjoyed reading tha, thank you!
    It made me want to buy a cane! The level of intimacy and closeness you two have is beautiful. I love how he checks in on you too, and the way he speaks to you, telling you how happy it’s making him. That must be the best part!

    • Thank you pet. I was pretty scared at the start about it and I am not going to lie, if used to force I wouldn’t cope with much but we found a way to use it that works for us and it has become a bit of a go to now, as it is much quieter than spanking. ?

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