“Please, Sir, not The Cane, Sir, anything but The Cane!!”
He laughs, a most dastardly laugh, and i think if He had a longer mustache, He would twirl the ends. ”Not the cane?” He says. ”Oh, I think yes, the cane.” And He slashes it across my poor, exposed, already pink and tingling, delicate derriere.
“Ah! O! Mm!” little squeals and such escape me as the cane strikes my flesh… but He’s brutal, my Master, ignoring my cries, my unspoken pleas for mercy, He continues the cruel caning for at least two minutes, which seem much, much longer… and i have to ask myself ~~
~~ Would it have been better to go with planks?
~~ Is spanks for planks really a good substitution?
~~ Will my ass wear out long before the 50 days are up????
Stay tuned for our next episode of the Fifty Day Challenge…