Years ago I went to a workshop on caning. As it would happen the 'demo dolly' didn't show up and some good "friends" volunteered me to take her place.
Before the demo - canes scared me badly - they just plain hurt and for some reason it was a hurt I couldn't get on top of. So yeah I was really nervous doing this demo. But - as is supposed to happen when you take courses - I learned something. Caning could be good hurt!!
It's been years since that workshop - and no one has been able to take me to "that place" since with a cane.
Then I met The Sadist. And He loves canes. In fact he loves them so much that he broke 3 (I believe it was) on my ass................
So when I got the cane back - I "gifted" it to him.
He came to visit me yesterday....... and of course the cane was used - well used!!
I can testify that in the right hands the cane is a beautiful instrument of amazing pain!
(note - for a larger view of the pics - just click on the thumb nail pic)
And the stripes it leaves - that the Sadist leaves - make me smile.
And The Sadist whispered "I'm pleased I could help make the cane yours again"
I wear his stripes proudly.
The Sadist asked me to post day after picks of the stripes - I did warn him I don't do "selfies" and trying to take a selfie of welts is even harder.. the quality isn't the best - but I do follow orders :)