And the caning is not over. It’s never over when you’re around me! And when you give me a stick to beat you with, you can bet your sore ass that your ass will be even…sorer. Whack! Whack! Whack! Stroke after stroke of full strength punishment. Stroke after stroke of judicial caning. Stroke after stroke of my slave’s ass being on fire. Because corporal punishment isn’t meant to be easy. It’s meant to be a kick in the ass. It’s meant to make him cry, make him hurt, and make him suffer. And suffer he does. Long whippy plastic cane in one hand and slave strapped down to the table, I pound the cane against his ass until he struggles and cries out in pain, and then I keep on going.
