I met “Subspaces” (“J”) about a month or so back at a small house party. He was rather quiet, but seemed normal and had a nice body. He said he was a switch and, because I wasn’t bottoming much that night, I agreed to top him.
It was my last scene of the evening, I think, and it was just one of those times where everything clicked beautifully. J is a mixture of mildly bratty, submissive and masochistic, and I was able to figure out what he wanted–he wanted me to push him, he wanted me to hurt him. I did. I didn’t want to play nice; I played a stern disciplinarian, and I could see right away that this pushed his buttons in a good way.
I told him when we saw each other at the Delco Spankos party (which was a month later) he could expect to be caned, and that it would be a serious caning that he would remember for a while.
Sometimes I wonder, when I say things like this several weeks prior to a party, if I’ll still be in the mood when the party rolls around. I felt pretty confident that I would be. I liked J and felt we had a good energy exchange, and I like caning.
The night of the party was the night before my appointment to bottom to NB in Long Island (that’s in another blog post). So I was not planning on bottoming much that night. I wasn’t really planning on topping that much, either; I’ve been pretty selective with play partners lately. But I was in the mood to top J, and I had the canes.
When we entered our private play area I was nice and gave him a warm-up OTK hand spanking. I had lots of toys at my disposal and I could have used any of them. I was even briefly tempted to use a strap. But I wanted this scene to be just a caning and so I stuck to that. If you give someone a nice caning and then strap or paddle him, sometimes the lines are blurred. One has to consider aesthetics as well as pain!
It was beautiful. J was submissive but not completely quiet and not completely still. As the pain intensified, he reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing my left hand so tightly at points that it was hurting my ring finger! I shifted my hand a bit and let him keep holding on. I liked the connection.
Several times J moved after a stroke and I had to push him back into position so I could aim properly. I was patient and waited in between strokes, except for a couple of moments where I gave him a fast two or three in a row. I used three different canes, delivering about 30 strokes with each. Confession: I am terrible at counting, since I’m constantly getting distracted. So I think he had received about 90 strokes at this point, but I never did get an exact count. We were tying up the room, which was sad for the other folks who were waiting, but I wanted to be selfish right then and give him what I’d promised. (Mr. Rob and Miss Lisa, who run DelCo Spankos, can spank and forgive Sandy later …)
I gave J the option of choosing his cane for the last 10. One hundred nice, slowly delivered but solid strokes was plenty for the first time. I can give him more at a later date. For the last batch, I held his hand again. He counted the last ten; I made the strokes count …
And then I let him rest on the couch awhile and I sat down next to him, rubbing his back and then eventually applying lotion. Lotion’s always good for aftercare … and it can help highlight the cane stripes and make a better picture. Hey, he wanted pics! It wasn’t just for ME!
It was a very satisfying, enjoyable scene. Thanks for letting me hurt you, J.