My First Caned Bum
My first pro-domm BDSM session was in the early 2000’s and I remember it rather well. This anecdote revolves around an iced bum.
Let me explain.
I had never experienced corporal punishment in a BDSM session before and I found that I was marking up very badly. Basically, the welts from a medium severity strapping and flogging were looking awful.
The mistress asked me if it was OK to continue, and considering it had taken 3 decades to have my first session, I said ‘I put myself in your hands’ as there was no way I wanted to stop.
Anyway, the session went very well and I got a lot out of it, even the caning at the end. She’d given me a six-er and asked how it felt. I asked for more and harder so she obliged.
So all in all, though I’d never been caned before, it had gone well. The problen was that my bum was looking rather second best. It looked pretty red raw and devastated. I remember it certainly stung.
After my shower, the mistress went off to get some ice for me, something to take the swelling down. When she returned, she had a steel salad bowl with about a half a handful of snowy ice in it, looking like the scrapings from a refrigerator freezer compartment.
It looked SO tragic.
At that moment we bonded. We both looked at the ice, then we looked at each other. It was so totally inadequate we both came close to laughing. What was I to do? Sit in it? The amount of ice, the size of my bum, the marking of my bum – it just made it all the more funny.
Sitting in the car on the way home I was wishing I’d brought a pound of frozen peas to sit on. Like wow, the stinging was surprising. I was later to find that the welts lasted a full week.
Clearly a pristine bum not used to corporal was easy to mark.