I’ve never been caned. Spanked? Yes. Paddled? Yes. Had a crop turn my ass red? Fuckin’ a right. But a cane is something I’ve never tried.
We have no friends that are in any way into the scene, and there aren’t any groups nearby, so a lot of our BDSM exposure and kink exploration has come from watching videos and getting ideas (usually from Kink.com). I’ve seen a lot of caning on their site – on hands, feet, legs, and ass – and it looks more painful than anything I’ve done.
Now, I like a bit of pain. I like to feel the sting of my partner’s hand as it slaps my ass, the intense bursts of sharp pain that the crop provides, and the way my skin heats up after each blow. I love to look in the mirror when we’re done and see the redness, and sometimes the marks, that are left on my skin. Sometimes the marks last for hours, which isn’t so much a result of damage and excessive force as it is the result of being off my allergy drug for too long. And yes, sometimes I specifically don’t take it for a day beforehand to really make the marks last. But there’s something about caning that makes me leery to try it.
Quite honestly, it looks like it hurts. A lot. And I don’t know if I can handle that much pain. I’m not sure if I want raised welts or have blood drawn. The idea is exciting, but I’m afraid the pain may be too much for me to handle.
But who knows? Maybe one of these days we’ll give it a try. I’ll try almost anything once.