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This is a guest post by Nadia West for the BDSM activities series.
I’m fairly new to caning, but I’ve discovered that I like it a lot (even if I can’t take as much as some people can). I was afraid of canes for a long time because I had heard they’re rough pain-wise. While I like pain I’m not truly a pain slut. And it’s true, they are rough – the impact is concentrated along one thin area. But I find that a caning puts me into subspace wonderfully, perhaps better than any other implement.
I don’t have experience with different types of canes. MasterDoc’s (my Dom) are rattan with handmade handles. Rattan is pretty standard cane material. It doesn’t look like the rattan cane with the crook is fundamentally different than a straight rattan cane. I got to watch a sub get beaten with a carbon fiber cane recently – seems harsher than the more flexible rattan. I’ve also read that carbon fiber canes conduct electricity, and therefore can be used creatively with a Violet Wand. Canes come in other materials, including acrylic and aluminum. The less flexible a cane is, the more pain it’s going to produce.
My Dom has always warmed me up first with his hand, and/or a paddle. He gets my ass nice and rosy and my pain tolerance starts to improve with warm up. Then he picks out the thinnest cane we have (we’re working our way up to the thickest of the three someday) and starts with some taps. Light taps aren’t too painful, but the real attraction of the cane is a sharp hit. Angry red stripes left on your ass is definitely a desirable, and kinkily attractive, result. With a sharp hit the pain surges and I have to focus my breathing. I slowly breathe in and out so I can manage the pain. Sometimes my Dom strokes my legs until my tense muscles start to relax. Then he resumes with the cane. It’s quite painful, but unlike paddling it’s a short, sharp pain. Paddling usually goes on with the paddle hitting the same area repeatedly, and that gives me a longer lasting pain. While the cane strokes have to be measured and I need more breaks to process the pain, it feels exhilarating to take it.
It’s intense dealing with the sharp pain, but this makes me feel even more proud about taking it than pain from other implements. I probably cry out more, but this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. (I’m sure sadists just love those little cries of pain.) The intensity leads me into subspace fairly quickly. As I enter subspace, I find that strokes of the cane that would ordinarily hurt are somehow manageable. I feel proud of myself for immediately converting the pain into pleasure. Some strikes do hurt though, and it’s not like the caning will ever be negligibly stimulating. I get to float between, “Wow, that should hurt but it really doesn’t feel like much,” to “Holy shit that hurt! I’m holding my breath involuntarily now; I need to take deep breaths.”
At the end of a caning, I’m really wet and in a total subspace buzz. With just a little sexual teasing at that point I’d probably gladly do anything whatsoever that my dominant asked of me (even things that I usually have a hard time with, like piss play). I look forward to working my way up to more intense canes, and I’m glad that I didn’t let my fear keep me from trying them out.
Nadia West blogs about her adventures with her Dom over at Diary of Kinky Librarian (www.diaryofakinkylibrarian.com). While she’s been a kinkster for years, she’s only been in a D/s relationship for two and a half years. Other favorite pastimes include (receiving) wax play, orgasm control, flogging and giving blow jobs. She also twitters at www.twitter.com/nadiawest.
My name is lunaKM and I’m a full-time stay-at-home submissive in a D/s relationship.
I started blogging when I was exploring D/s online in 2003. I needed advice, mentors and helping hands. Since then I've made it my mission to help novice submissives understand themselves and the services they wish to provide. 
Never in a million years did I think I would like caning. However, in one of our earliest session, I was blindfolded, and Master began spanking me, and since I couldn’t see, I didn’t know what it was, all I know is that it felt incredible! Then he showed me what it was…a very thin dowel rod cane. I was stunned! Since then, he has used several different thicknesses, but I love them all!
i was also wary about caning at first. i saw a thin piece of dowling in Masters’ closet and joked about caning. he explained it to me. so out of curiosity i took a strike through my jeans. it wasnt too bad, so then i took a strike on my bare buttocks, and it was love at first strike. Master was amazed how quickly i took to caning. to me personally the pain is so exhilirating,im in subspace in no time and i love the marks i get. in fact this Christmas i gave Master as one of his gifts two rattan canes.
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I was really pleased to come across this post, as my Master has just told me that He will be purchasing a cane and that it will be used the next time we are together! (gulp) I am a little nervous about it, but your post has eased my nervousness and i am more than willing to try it and especially as I know that it will please my Master. :-) xxx
Cane = instant subspace for me.
Caning or switching is most definitely my favorite as well. I’m fairly new as I just found the dom who will take this to the places I want to go. I agree 100% with the feeling produced as opposed to a paddle or a belt. It just…lights me up: inside and out.
The spect of being caned into submission which I enjoy imensley and after the 3rd stroke becomes an ever increasing sense of euphoria on taking or giving to from/to woman or man.
The adult school scene of strictness and firmness of the discipline is very much part of the feeling and quite frankly do not have enough for those who wish to share this. Let me know kres(at)post.com
To be caned is a real trial. I need to be properly stretched and tethered – preferably over a vaulting horse – which, sadly, is not generally available. Then I need to be well gagged – mouth filled so that only muffled, inarticulate sounds are possible.
By this time I am starting to be afraid, which I find very arousing, and which continues as she slowly and deliberately prepares – laying out cane, dressage whip, and martinet. A free-standing mirror is so placed that I can – and indeed must – watch, as she parts her legs, drawing her skirt tightly across her thighs. She is starting with the cane, and is touching it lightly across my naked buttocks. Suddenly, shockingly, six agonising cuts are delivered, and I am howling into the gag. She smiles and tightens the broad strap across the small of my back. Astonishingly, my cock is very stiff, and she traces its length with her finger. She picks up the dresssage whip, whose precise, keen strokes are almost intolerable. I clench my hands into fists. Her tongue licks over her full lips, and…..