After lunch today, master told me to meet him at the house of this friend of his (let's call him John). I've been there once before, and John was a dom who was the one who first introduced caning to me. You might ask what's so special about him, why can't master cane me himself? Well John was an expert at what he did. He plays regularly with a large number of people, and has quite the collections of canes himself. Before I go into today's experience, here's what happened last time.

Backstory

A few months ago (this was before master and I got into our dom/sub relationship), master (at that time just a friend) brought me over to John's house where he was having an introductory session for people who were beginners in caning. At that time there were 3 others (mix of males and females) participating in the activities, and the whole idea was to do some simple caning with various canes, just to give us a taste of the kink.

John really had quite a lot of canes, he had thick and thin ones, and even a 1 meter long one. The other participants and I took turns lying face down on the bed (one of the most comfortable positions), and he'd give us 5 strokes of the cane that he was explaining about. My personal preference was the thin one of average length, the pain wasn't too thuddy and gave a nice sting. The 1 meter long one was more painful, and it was pretty amazing how he swung the cane. Finally the thick cane was the most painful, and all the other participants concurred. Even for me who can take pain pretty well, it was quite overwhelming for me, and one guy couldn't last past 2 or 3 strokes. There were a couple other canes, but generally they fall into the 3 categories or somewhere in between.

While the canes strokes were mainly targeted on the buttocks, we also had a few strokes on the palms, feet, and thighs. The palm ones were the worst, and the feet were a close second. The pain was so great that the burning sensation could be felt minutes after the hit. The inner thighs hurt a lot, and 2 strokes each were enough to make me give up. The back of the thighs were somewhat more manageable, they still hurt a lot more compared to the buttocks, but still a lot more okay to take.

So I learnt a few things from this session, from informational details like the types of canes and why wooden canes are soaked in water (to make them less brittle and also to add weight), to my personal preferences like how could take pain better than most, or that I preferred the stingy pain from thin canes to the heavy thud of thicker canes. It was a great introductory session, and John was super consistent in his strokes and had good aim (which is apparently hard to do especially with longer canes).

So now we transit to today's activities. The last time had been an introductory session aimed at educating beginners, but today master brought me here for pain and to push my limits.

Today

So this wasn't a punishment or anything like that. It was simply master wanting to expose me to more intense caning and also push my limits. It was made clear from the start that I could pause or stop the session at any time, but master reminded me that I was there to gain new experiences, and I was also determined to do my best and not give up too easily unlike the last time. Oh, and the main reason why master isn't doing this himself, is because John had a lot more experience and would be able to deliver harder blows more accurately and more safely than master. Anyhow, master was being his usual self, and after handing me over to John, he took a seat at the side and left all other discussions to me and John.

John wasn't my dom, so he asked if I was okay to be in restraints, which I said yes to. He then made me lie face down on the bed, then attached cloth straps to each ankle which were tied to the legs of the bedframe. He also put the straps on my wrists, and linked them together with a short chain and put my hands behind my back. With my head facing down, the first stroke came. I didn't see which one he used, but he hit relatively softer as the first stroke, and I'm pretty sure it was the thin one as the pain was nice and stingy. I have pretty good pain tolerance, so apart from an involuntary flinch of my buttocks, I just laid there quietly and didn't make any noise. He asked me if I was okay to continue, and I said yes.

A few more strokes came, and I managed it pretty well. There was a slight pause, which he must have went to switch canes, because the next one that hit was hard and distinctively more painful. I drew a sharp breath, wanting to recover a little, but the next stroke came down hard again. With multiple hard strokes with not much rest time in between, I was struggling to endure and took sharp, heavy breaths and willed myself to not give up. All this time I was facing the bed, so I didn't see any of the blows, and it was a real suspense game to guess when the next hit would come. He mixed in some hits that strayed slightly below the main area, and the upper thigh hits were particularly unbearable. On one of the hits, I was so overwhelmed that I called for a pause, my muscles tensing from the pain, with me still tied to the bed and unable to caress my buttocks.

After a short rest, he went back to caning me. By then I was already in a lot of pain so I was breathing hard throughout, and the frequency of hits were nowhere spread out enough to let me recover from the previous hit before the next one came down. The one that pushed me to the breaking point was one that strayed above, and my butt was in so much pain that I had to call for a stop. He released me from the restraints and let me recover for a while.

As I felt better, he went ahead to attach my ankle straps to the bedframe behind me as I laid on my back, with my legs in the air and my butt helplessly exposed. He went back to caning, and it was a lot harder to take. Apart from the fact that I was already tired from the earlier half, my inner buttocks were now more exposed and the pain was much greater at this more sensitive part. This time round I lasted way shorter than the first half, and I was calling for pauses after only a few strokes. Since I was on my back this time, I could see all the hits coming, making me anticipate the hit and my butt clenched in intervals as the hits rained down. Anyway the pain was so unbearable that I quickly gave up, and we decided to call it a day.

This time round the focus was entirely on my butt, as the intent was to see how far I could push my limits rather than simply receiving pain all over. While the session was very intense, not much time had actually passed. It was only around 20-30 minutes worth (inclusive of the short breaks), and we were out within the hour.

I am very happy with my performance today, where I managed to push myself to a good 90-95% limit (I consider 100% as breaking down and being unable to think straight or express myself clearly), unlike the last time where I probably gave up around the 70% mark. I didn't even bother counting the strokes, and by the time I got home, my butt just had this large and firm lump on each cheek where all the strokes on top of each other were. The hot pain subsided pretty quick, but I'm still left with the large bruise that still hurts now whenever I adjust my sitting position.

Anyway I definitely tolerated quite a lot of pain, and John also had good things to say about it. Master didn't say too much, but he mentioned I did well and I feel really good about it. We probably won't go back to John anytime soon, but this was an experience I won't forget for a long time.

Tl;dr

Second time getting caned, had a very intense session today.