So where were we?
Oh yes... the wonderful world of corporal punishment (or, as I prefer 
it and as my friend Nookie puts it, "funishment". I'm not into trying to
 enforce discipline and behavioural changes at the end of a riding 
crop).
The most important thing, and probably the biggest difference between the "pun" and the "fun" is the warmup.
I do know people who cane from "cold" but not only is that very
 painful, right from the first stroke, but it bruises like hell. The 
idea is first to get the blood and the endorphins flowing with some 
light hand-slapping and spanking before gradually going up the scale 
until you get to the implement of choice.
And of them all, the cane is, at least so I have found, the Big Daddy 
of them all (I have to admit to a certain amount of my own pleasure in 
the swish-smack of the cane on John's utterly gorgeous arse (clue: he's lean and his buns are tight. This of course means the warmup is even more important because there's not a lot of padding there!).
I'm still working on the "limits" because when he says "stop", I tend to... even though that's when you're really supposed to start the real stuff.
But we'll get there I'm sure.
In His Chastity,
Sarah
P.S. We did try it the other 
way, but it's not for me. Not only did John feel very uncomfortable 
doing it to me, but it's not my thing at all. I can't see the point in 
getting used to something that hurts... just so you can bear it.
But we're all different... which is a good thing, because I couldn't bear orgasm denial, either!
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