Sir recently bought a selection of canes, one made from glass fibre and another two made of cold and solid stainless steel. I had felt the sharp whip-like nature from the glass fibre cane in a previous slave training session. (Cold Caning and Cunt Busting) But I had no idea how deeply I would feel the impact of a 6mm stainless rod. Sir begins tentatively to lull me into a false sense of security and into my happy submissive mind space as I kneel on all fours on our medical examination table. I should have known what was to come...He lands his first hard blow and my legs almost give out unde...

Sir recently bought a selection of canes, one made from glass fibre and another two made of cold and solid stainless steel. I had felt the sharp whip-like nature from the glass fibre cane in a previous slave training session. (Cold Caning and Cunt Busting) But I had no idea how deeply I would feel the impact of a 6mm stainless rod. Sir begins tentatively to lull me into a false sense of security and into my happy submissive mind space as I kneel on all fours on our medical examination table. I should have known what was to come...He lands his first hard blow and my legs almost give out underneath me, almost instantly you can see the red stripes begin to rise across my pale ass. He works his way down my thighs with precision and cruelty, lacing my thighs in small welts as I whimper. He stops and I finally believe the worst part of my training for the day is over, until I’m reminded of the sensation of cold steel against my now rose coloured bottom. The smaller of the two stainless canes leaves me laying flat out on my stomach, unable to support my own weight through the onslaught of blows. Perfect, absolutely nowhere to go and down to the final cane, the blows feel like punches that resonate in my muscles and leave me in a submissive puddle covered in red stripes.