CROSS BENCH CANING

Description: Today my slave awaits his fate, strapped down to the caning bench, naked and vulnerable for me. i have ensured that this sub can count himself lucky; for his ass has been warmed up already by my prison strap, his cheeks struck into reddening respect for his superior, me! the tension that my boy feels is also restrained, physically and mentally by me, as he agrees willingly that he is ready for more. i assure the slave that my marks will be left upon his flesh and that the caning that he will endure will demonstrate my control and severity. i have two implements of sheer torment that i wish to use today, my instruments of choice for this caning are a senior cane and a reformatory cane. i confirm that both canes are capable of delivering relentless pain, “…of which there will be plenty.” once more slave a confirms that he is ready to proceed, and i commence by delivering twelve strikes with the senior cane. at stroke one the slave starts to remember the sensations that he knows i give with each painful strike. my boy maintains his poise and thanks me for the strike. as i continue my slave counts the strokes for me, and i deliver accurate, cruel strokes to his ass. by stroke six each contact echoes around the dungeon as my slave’s legs move involuntarily. i am pleased with the progress that we are making, and i encourage my boy as the strokes continue. each strike is delivered with pinpoint accuracy, the effort involved yielding delicious marks across my boy’s buttocks. the deep reddening on the slave’s ass now contains lines of abrasion, and we appreciate the impacts in such different ways, yet both taking pleasure from the stinging results and sensation overload. i continue, and now my slave groans in pain as the dozen delicious strikes are added. as i add a number of swifter blows, bouncing the cane up and down aggressively on his ass, i affirm that the slave is here, “…purely to suffer for my pleasure….” i will ensure that this slave’s backside transmits only pain to my boy once i am done here. to this end i introduce the reformatory cane, and i start once more with twelve strokes; strokes that, from the start, have the slave crying out in pain as he endures agony for me. i add the strokes efficiently, keeping my slave in my world, his predicament afflicted with anguish. the heat, stinging and sharp pain of the strikes focuses my boy as i take pleasure in applying all of today’s cruel punishment. as my slave has a moment’s rest i inspect my work; i note the varying shades of red that colour his ass, the ridges and furrows that i have gouged into the slave. my red nails run over the slave’s skin, and i am pleased that his abraded skin is becoming increasingly colour-coordinated with me. i announce that the slave will take at least another twelve strokes. my slave whispers affirmation that it feels so good to suffer for me, to feel the unrelenting pain while the pleasure is taken by me. my good boy suffers ever further for me, his body reacting progressively, jerking within the restraints. as he suffers i continue to land incisive strokes, until a total of thirty-six have been taken. my boy declares the caning to have been, “…very painful…” and i laugh, enjoying the fruits of his woe. however, i know every one of my slaves deeply, their limits and their real needs. i can tell that this slave has more within him, and i decree a further twelve strokes will be added. as i expect my slave agrees “…of course, miss anna…” and i oblige, reintroducing my reformatory cane to the ravaged ass of my good boy. i ensure that the final three strokes are the hardest of all, bringing up a total of forty-eight scathing cane strokes in total. i have enjoyed the merciless, unrelenting and painful caning. my slave, having been well trained, has performed well and my desires have been satisfied, for now!