“Ruin my pathetic arse Miss Anna.”

My slave is secured to the caning bench and his backside presented for me, unmarked and vulnerable. It has been a while since his last caning - his previous marks have healed perfectly so I can take great delight in destroying his backside again today. I make him beg for my cane. He needs a little encouragement of course - he wants me to ruin his backside, so he repeats after me: “Please ruin my backside Miss Anna, it fucking deserves it.”

We agree on 50 strokes, and before he has finished his next sentence I begin with the first strike. ...

“Ruin my pathetic arse Miss Anna.”

My slave is secured to the caning bench and his backside presented for me, unmarked and vulnerable. It has been a while since his last caning - his previous marks have healed perfectly so I can take great delight in destroying his backside again today. I make him beg for my cane. He needs a little encouragement of course - he wants me to ruin his backside, so he repeats after me: “Please ruin my backside Miss Anna, it fucking deserves it.”

We agree on 50 strokes, and before he has finished his next sentence I begin with the first strike. He counts the first one and thanks me, taking the hit well. The first 5 strike marks are glow bright red on his skin, the next 5 build on those and welts begin to appear in a beautiful parallel pattern. By the 15th strike he is feeling the pain and struggles to count, but my willing slave continues to comply and thanks me for each one. He may feel the pain already, but this is only the beginning. We have a long way to go to 50.

My cane reverberates around the room as I continue to strike his backside. Angry red strips are decorating his backside perfectly, with a deep shade of purple appearing for the especially hard hits. His voice is waning, struggling to process the sadistic torment I am putting him through. He asked for this, so he must complete the set until the end. At 30 strikes I increase the stroke severity even more, the sound of my cane against his backside echos powerfully. My slave is taking this beating very well, staying composed while counting and always ensuring he thanks me for each strike. This feels like an eternity for him, completely engulfed with masochistic pleasure. Once the 50 strikes are completed, his backside is a beautifully furious red and purple painting of parallel stripes. His pain is my pleasure...