Introduction
to the Cane

Daddy threatened me with caning for many weeks before he caned me the first time. His description of the cane whistling through the air and the pain after the cane actually hit the skin filled me with a very unnatural and extreme fear. It seemed so big and horrible and beyond my capacity to endure. Daddy said the sound made him hard.

Daddy then chose a moment of extreme stress for my first experience: He had bound my breasts and then wedged a pole tightly between my cunt lips and tied it in the back to my bound arms and in the front to my bound wrists and breasts. After he placed a big gag in my mouth, he left me standing on high heels for several hours. When I felt that I would faint, he told me to kneel with my ankles crossed, causing almost unbearable pressure on my cunt and strain on my knees and ankles. Then he caned my ass and thighs and even my bound breasts. I don't remember the pain. I only remember the fear as he caressed my body with the cane and that I wept uncontrollably and implored him with my eyes to stop. He finally stopped when I slumped against his legs. All that remained was the fear.

When Daddy and I went to a bondage conference, we watched a beautiful girl with long red hair and a perfect round ass whipped and caned for many hours by her big black master. Daddy asked her to tell me about caning. She said that if you surrender to the cane the sensation fills you. Her master said that she could come when she was caned.

The next morning, as part of the regular morning beating that Daddy gives me, I asked Daddy to cane me. I lay on my belly and he first caressed my ass and back with cane. As he ran the smooth pale wood over my skin, he asked me, in a stern, authoritative voice, if I was ready. Even as he asked, I knew that Daddy would cane me when he liked, whether I was ready or not. He tapped the wood against my ass and then he drew back and struck me with the cane. The impact spread outward, sending shock waves through all the nerve endings in my ass. It hurt, but it was also stimulating and satisfying, almost like an intense version of scratching an itch. I was curious about the sensation and wanted to see what more would feel like. I said, "Again please Daddy" over and over, every five seconds, until the pain became too great. Then Daddy allowed me to stop for a few minutes, while he caressed me with the smooth cane and asked if I was ready for more. Then he began again, hitting me in the same spot again and again until I writhed and screamed. Yet, even as the hot welts rose on my ass and my nerves vibrated with the pain, the sensation was somehow fulfilling and something that I began to need.

After awhile Daddy caned other parts of my body – my breasts and the insides of my thighs. Daddy particularly liked caning the insides of my thighs because the cane leaves such nice double red lines there, which last for weeks. But my thighs and, in particular, my breasts are very tender. The cane stings and the pain rapidly became too great. Daddy was pleased that he did raise a welt on my left breast that has now, a week later, become a big bruise.