CARLY'S FIRST CANING

Craig's Story:	Read Carly's impressions
Instant erection. That was my reaction to Carly's first caning. And the second caning as well. In the time it took for her to react to the first blow I could feel the blood engorging my penis to give me one of the stiffest hard-ons I can remember. It has taken us quite a long time to get around to her first caning. The first ones I witnessed on other girls were so savage, that I really had no interest in them whatsoever for the longest time. Of course as we got deeper and deeper into scene play we both became somewhat interested in trying them, but it wasn't until recently that we seriously considered it. I really get the sense that it has not been coincidence or randomness that has delayed out venture into using this cruel implement, but a natural evolution in our play style and Carly's needs that have lead us to this point. What is coincidence is that we actually followed through with it on this particular weekend. We had planned on doing it all along, and she had procured canes for us to use. But as sometimes happens, it was an off weekend for her and she was only marginally interested in any form of erotic play. Even the one flogging I gave her earlier in the weekend was very short and far below the punishment she can normally handle. We were going to blow the caning off completely but at the last moment, as we were leaving our hotel room, I suggested we should at least give it a try. What a miraculous recovery! I suggest you read her story to gauge her reaction, but the caning snapped her right into the delightful head space that we normally enjoy. I've watched canings several times, but have never achieved the level of arousal I experienced in administering the punishment myself. So what is the difference? I don't know. All I can tell you is that from the first faint whistle of the cane slicing through the air, to the sharp slap of the rod upon her bare skin, through the incredible reaction to being struck it was an incredibly arousing experience. Watching that first startled response followed by the delightful time consuming period during which she processed the blow was intoxicating. I loved watching her deal with the pain and then reset herself for the next blow. I liked observing her outstretched fingers anticipate the blow, watching her maintain the Sphinks- like position in which she had to wait for the next uncertain strike. Where would it land, how hard, how fast - only I knew for sure. I liked watching her fingers curl back as the cane struck and her attempt to rise upward - an attempt thwarted by my holding her down. After a while the readjustments of her body subtly telegraphed to me where the next blow would fall. And most of all I liked watching her take it. Blow after blow after blow, far exceeding my expectations of her ability to absorb the pain. Never have I felt so in control, so sadistic.