My years of experience as a pro-domme have taught me that you should ignore the advice of many of the ‘old sayings’ in life, and that, for example, you most certainly CAN teach an old dog new tricks. Whatever a client’s age and whatever his experience, they can always learn something new.
Although I don’t get to use my ‘thrashing’ arm quite so much these days, dishing out a good caning has always been one of the things I’ve enjoyed in my sessions and, talking to a ‘senior citizen’ client who was visiting me at the BDSM Laboratory,
I discovered that, despite his interest in the world of kinky sex, he had never experienced a caning before. Well… there’s a challenge if ever I saw one. Straightaway I knew that he was going to be the subject of a lengthy and skilful caning before he left to go home.
Now a good caning requires a lot of care, attention, and thought before one begins exercising one’s right arm. There are decisions to be made about the caning position, the thickness and flexibility of the cane to be used, the bondage and restraints that are going to be used as the caning continues, and… most importantly for the submissive concerned… how many strokes are going to be administered.
This client was enjoying the luxury of visiting me for two whole days in the BDSM Laboratory and so I decided that this stay was to be a ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ experience.
He was going to suffer one day of pain, discomfort, and torture: and one day of pleasure, excitement, and sexual delight.
My first step was to select a few canes and other instruments of corporal punishment, and the second step was fixing him down with the whole range of the white leather straps which adorn my whipping bench.
He knew that I would be judging him on how well he could take his punishment without bothering me with begging and whining for the pain to stop. And I have to say, that as the beating continued with cane, and riding crop and leather paddle, I was impressed at his stoicism and the way he coped. You could say that ‘he took it on the chin’ – but truth is that it wasn’t his chin, but his bare arse cheeks, that were caned over and over again.
I think it helped that I was dressed in one of my shortest white medical fetish outfits and, even strapped face-down on the whipping bench, he must have enjoyed the occasional glimpse of the fishnets and black underwear under my tunic.
For someone who is 80 years old, and had never taken the cane before, he took the strokes and marks a-plenty, and the welts and cane marks on his rear took some weeks to disappear.
But, as I always say, “you take more than memories away with you after a session with the cane”.
I was pleased that he had the character to do what I always advise: You can try anything once; and if you don’t like it then you never have to try it again!
That same principle applied to the fact that he had never been suspended face-down before, so that was the next game he endured – with some nipple clamps and ball weights thrown in for good measure.
That all took some considerable time to test out his endurance levels and, naturally, it was necessary for Mistress to visit the bathroom as the hours ticked by. It seemed a terrible shame to waste that quantity of ‘golden nectar’ and so we went for yet another new experience: a massive piss enema dribbling into his rear and pumped relentless in by means of an electric pump. Yet another new trick that the old dog seemed to enjoy!
