Trying a cruel cold caning for the very first time, I had to bring my lovely followers on my pain slut journey.
I’m knelt up on Sir’s floor, anticipation coursing through me as I await what are sure to be some very hard strokes to my tender inner thighs. His shoes click against the wooden boards as I fold my hands behind my head to avoid flinching too much. The first strike with that carbon fibre cane collided against my soft flesh almost doesn’t register upon impact, instead it took a few seconds to bloom in waves of very intense pain making me gasp and cry out in shock. The next strik...

Trying a cruel cold caning for the very first time, I had to bring my lovely followers on my pain slut journey.
I’m knelt up on Sir’s floor, anticipation coursing through me as I await what are sure to be some very hard strokes to my tender inner thighs. His shoes click against the wooden boards as I fold my hands behind my head to avoid flinching too much. The first strike with that carbon fibre cane collided against my soft flesh almost doesn’t register upon impact, instead it took a few seconds to bloom in waves of very intense pain making me gasp and cry out in shock. The next strike is almost too intense to bear. My face contorts in agony as it dawns on me that these are only the first of many blows to come. Each cane stroke leaves a deep purple mark on my thigh requiring all my self restraint to hold still. Simply trying to catch my breath turns into heaving to cope.
After seven unforgiving hits that rock my entire body he move over to my slutty pussy between my legs.
The next day I’m told to get back into the same position so everyone can see the bruises that have developed while he puts me through my slave paces and enjoys busting my little cunt until it’s red and tender too. My thighs are almost entirely purple from the spreading of the previous days impact.