Instead of enjoying the interplay, the connection between us and the impact of the cane, I’d been nervously concentrating on landing the hard blows in the right place. But delivering the last six had been less sexy for me than the first six. I could have carried on indeed I think I did whack her a few more times. She didn’t ask for it, but I knew she wanted more in the same way that Elita had known that I wanted more in the session I described here. The final three came together whack, whack, whack! Katie was breathing hard and Carla’s eyes were alight with the excitement of what she was witnessing.īut Katie wanted more. The last six were hard, using my wrist to accelerate the end of the cane just before impact. The second six were stronger, causing a bigger jerk of Katie’s body and a louder yell. Carla was holding Katie’s face in her hands, looking into her eyes, and I loved how hot she found Katie’s reactions, how complicit this made her in the punishment. The first six were firm, with a nice gap between each and evenly spaced over her bottom. I would know exactly how each blow felt for her.
She dithered for a while, just as I would have done, then chose a serious implement, long and straight exactly the type of cane Elita might beat me with. I’d told Katie I was going to give her 18 strokes, but I let her choose the cane, giving her a measure of control over the severity of the caning.
Here is a look at Katie’s beautiful bottom after I had caned her in the super-hot kidnap scene we recently played out with the wonderful Carla James. I’ve recognised recently that, in reality, Katie is challenging me. Given that I am always (well, almost always) holding the cane you might assume that I am the one challenging her: “Can you take this? How about harder? How about four strokes together?” There’s an intensity to our sessions, a wonderful sense of challenge. I’ve been playing with Katie, all be it irregularly, for well over two years now.
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