Come, slut, it’s time for your femdom caning punishment.
Rattan or Delrin, rubber or steel…it doesn’t matter which rod you choose, your femdom caning punishment is going to make you cry. At least I’ll have some fun tonight though! It’s been so long since I’ve had you so vulnerable, you nasty little pervert. I thought we were past this, but here we are again. All you had to do was keep your grubby little fingers off of your pathetic worm of a cock. Is that too much for a Mistress to ask of her submissive? I don’t think so.
The real insult is that you tried to hide it from me. How dare you. I’ve never met someone so sleazy that they’d dare try to hide such a failure from me. And that’s why you’ll be getting no mercy from me tonight. You’re lucky I don’t hand you over for a forced sex abduction after the stunt you pulled. Honestly, what were you thinking when you called that other phone sex operator?
You were supposed to be faithful, to rise above your obsessions and serve only me, and for your betrayal, you’re not only going to be caned…you’re going to be cuckolded tonight, too.
It’s time to prepare.
Now that I’ve got you naked, and your arms suspended from the ceiling, it’s time for me to get ready. I unfold a card table and start laying out my canes one by one. Starting with my wooden canes, I position them one by one, sure to let you hear each “swoosh” as I give you a little preview of each device.
Your face, as you realize that this is going to be your worst punishment so far, is priceless. I feel my pussy get excited as I look down and see you growing hard from my demonstration. You really are a twisted mother fucker.
After I get all of my canes lined up just the way I like them, I strip out of my mundane clothes. While I stand before you completely naked, I take a few moments to let you appreciate how wonderfully delicious I look. Then I snap you back to reality, reminding you that you won’t be touching me during our femdom caning punishment.
That jolts you out of your perverted thoughts just how I intended. With one little reminder, I’ve made you a puddle of pathetic sluttiness. It delights me! You can’t seem to shut up though. Promise after promise roll off of your lying tongue, but I ignore you and keep getting dressed. My black latex corset and miniskirt have always been your undoing, but my thigh-high leather boots are what really make your cock twitch…and I can respect that. They are pretty hot.
It’s time for action.
No amount of begging is going to stop what’s about to happen, whore. I pick up the most flexible cane as I circle you like a shark. My eyes roam over your body, looking for the most tender bits to torment. I stand behind your left shoulder, leaning my pert tits into your back. The cool wood gently brushes against your backside. I cock my arm back, tell you to be brave, and then…it happens.
The cane glides through the air and connects with your ass. For half of a second, the silence is deafening. Then reality hits your nerves. I lean in, laughing in your ear as you struggle against your restraints.
I don’t stop though. As soon as you start reacting to the first impact, I hit you again, harder. Over and over. First, your skin turns bright pink. It’s beautiful, but it won’t last. Soon it will turn purple and start welting up…exactly what you deserve during your femdom caning punishment.
After a while, I take a step back. It’s not mercy, I just don’t want you going into shock before I’ve even switched weapons once. I listen to your whimpers as I walk over to my table to pick a new cane. The steel one will do nicely…
