A Caning

Daddy put me on my knees and forced his cock into my mouth. After slapping my face and breasts a few times, I looked up into his eyes and as he caressed my face he whispered, “I’m going to hurt you so badly, little one. Time to get up.” As I shook with fear, he pulled me to my feet and instructed me to get on the bed, face down.

He methodically strapped my wrists tightly to the bed and put the blindfold on. “I’m scared, Daddy.” He stroked my arm and reassured me, “I know, little one, I know.” I heard him moving about the room and taking trips to the closet to collect the implements that he wanted to use on me. I knew what was coming…the cane. But there was to be more than just the cane as I soon found out.

I heard him take the cap off the lube, then there was a short pause before I felt him push the plug against my extremely tight asshole (more on this later.) As he slipped the slender plug into me, it felt wonderful to be so exposed and vulnerable for Daddy. A few intermittent, hard slaps across my ass brought my mind back to what was about to happen…a very painful session. With the plug in my freshly spanked ass, Daddy ordered me to spread my legs, took my vibrating bullet, and applied it directly to my clit, knowing how much I love this. He was taking his time to purposefully combine pain and pleasure for me. His ultimate hope is to have me crave the pain that he loves to give and I must admit that his training is eliciting the desired effect.

Although the plug was a bit too small for our purposes (it kept sliding out when I would orgasm or tense up), the feeling of having it reinserted time and again was very enjoyable. Daddy pushed it in firmly, turned off the vibrator and then grabbed the cane. I had never been caned before yesterday and the very thought of enduring a caning was almost too much for me to fathom. He slowly glided the instrument across my exposed back and legs, letting me contemplate what was about to occur. It was then that he brought down the first strike.

The pain was shocking because of the swiftness of the blow and the concentrated area of impact. Daddy continued to strike with the cane as I writhed in pain beneath him. He got on the bed next to me, partly to hold me down and prevent me from squirming and partly to reapply the vibrator to my throbbing clit. The intensity of the caning and the vibrations through my entire pussy were almost too much to take and Daddy was aware of this… He ordered me to cum, and although I could not see his face for the blindfold, I know that he must have been extremely pleased with the screaming orgasm that he ripped from my battered, over-stimulated body. He was so pleased, in fact, that he commanded another two orgasms from my quivering wreck of a body.

As he intermittently turned the vibrator on and off, the rain of blows from the cane became more intense. I knew what he was trying to do before he even told me of his plans. He wanted to put me in subspace (more on this at another time) and control me while I was in this hypnotic state. Harder and harder he beat me, my exposed ass burning with searing pain. And then it stopped…I floated. I was in subspace. I knew Daddy was still hitting me, but I couldn’t feel the pain anymore…I felt released. It was in this state that Daddy ordered me to have the biggest orgasm of my entire life…and as waves of pleasure flowed over me, I was always aware that Daddy was with me, guiding me through the miasma of subspace and pulling me back to him.

When I came down from my orgasm, Daddy unstrapped my wrists and pulled me toward him on the bed. I curled up in his arms and thanked him for the most amazing beating he had ever given me. I truly am a very lucky little girl…