The joy of the cane

Lately, I have been waking up at about 4 am and instead of staring into the void, I will get up and do something, and then I can usually catch another couple of hours of sleep. This morning, I opened up the lap top in the dark living room and wandered around some blogs. Cutesy pah, I left you a message twice about your lovely poem, but I’m not sure it published. And, then I pressed on some link and found myself looking again at a list of spanking blogs and sites.

Ah yes! I had forgotten about those. I used to love watching those naughty girls get spanked. Yet, I haven’t paid for anything and the thought of wandering through little clips looking for something really juicy isn’t really my thing at this time in the morning.

So instead, I’ll tell you about the best spanking clip I ever saw. Alas, I no longer own it. Many months ago, when my husband told me off about how much energy I was putting into my kink, I had a moment when I thought,

“Well, that’s it. I’m just a weirdo, and I am going to delete this stuff out of my life. No more spanking scenes for me.”

I deleted the scene I am about to describe. When I told my husband what I had done, it was one of those “Nooooooooo!!!!!” moments.

“But, it was the hottest scene, ever! I didn’t mean for you to do that!” he said.

I so very much regret my little tantrum. I’d love to watch it right now. Instead, I’ll just have to describe it for you:

She was a gorgeous young twenty something girl, bent over an old wooden school desk. In front of the desk was a wooden chair and she had her hands flat on the chair. Her white cotton panties were down and her skirt was over her back. Two men (masters) were beside her, one on either side, and the one on the left was holding a nasty looking cane.

First, he held it across the middle of her bottom, and then he raised it high and brought it down hard. It clearly made a red ‘tram track’ stripe across her bottom. After about the third stripe, it becomes evident that with each stripe the girl receives across her buttocks, she is orgasmic. It takes a moment or two to be sure. She is really being thrashed and the stripes are evidence of a caning that would do much more than tickle. But, no! These are not gasps of pain. These are gasps of orgasmic delight. At the end of the caning, the camera focuses in on just the stripes and as it does, she raises her bottom just a little and lets out a gasp of pure orgasmic joy.

Before I was stupid enough to delete it, we had watched it together many times, marvelling at how direct the connection between the stripes and the sexual high was for her. Gosh! Just thinking about it now, reminds me of how few stripes I’ve had across my bottom recently! And, that’s not good, surely! A girl has to know her place. Somebody should do something about that!