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“…is not strain’d; it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.” No, wait, that was a different story. Reindexing….

Oh yes. Danor the freelance brat. Got caned, no surprise there. Enjoyed it, which is interesting. Described it beautifully, which is why I am mentioning it:

The harshness of the strokes varied, but never hugely from one to the next, and I discovered that there’s something about that particular quailty of pain that really zones me out. I was completely relaxed, completely at peace… it was better than a massage. I think I could have fallen asleep if I’d let myself go completely. I made soft noises to let Kam know I was still there, but I was breathing deeply and regularly, my mind completely blank of anything but the music, the rhythmic burning strokes, and Kam somewhere behind me, calm and in control.

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I’m not sure why the cane has such a different effect on me than other implements. It might have something to do with noise– I HATE loud noises, and the paddle, the belt, the hairbrush and the hand, when used hard enough to be effective, all make loud smacking noises that startle me every time so that I can’t relax (not that this is a bad thing, in most scenes). It might have to do with the quality of the pain; the cane has that blend of sting and thud that somehow just works for me, and it occurs in lines which are manageable increments (rather than, say, large ovals). Whatever it is, when Kam and I finally get to live together, I might beg for a nightly caning, to cleanse me of the day’s problems and worries, and send me off to dreamland with my bottom nice and toasty warm.

If you have a subbie who is scared of the very idea of the cane, make her read this. Unless, of course, you’re having too much fun with threats and promises….