Why the Cane Works

 

Above I am getting the very unwelcome news that I am going to be caned.  I have been caned many times, but that does not mean that I have ever grown complacent about its application to my bottom.

The instruction to "bend over" is given calmly and I of course comply trying to appear calm.  But on the inside I am anything but calm.  My bottom feels totally exposed and vulnerable - which of course it is.  Once I am bent over and dad has the cane in his hand, he will always calmly explain what is about to happen, even though we both know.

"Very well Spencer, you were warned repeatedly what the consequences would be if you did not improve your behavior.  Since you did not, you will now experience those consequences.  I will give you 6 strokes with the cane across your bare behind.  It gives me no pleasure to do this and will certainly give you no pleasure to receive, but as I'm in charge it is my duty to impress on you the importance of following the rules."

The time comes and dad taps my bottom gently with the cane.  But I know there is nothing gentle about what is in store for me.  I already totally regret not doing as I was told, but I know it is useless to say so at this point - I am getting the cane!

I sense dad drawing the cane back, there is an audible swishing sound followed by sharp "thwipe" - and that is the sound of the cane striking my bottom.

For those of you fortunate enough to have never been caned, let me try to explain how it feels.  As the cane lands across your bottom you feel a sharp sting, but it is not too bad.  Then about 2 seconds later a horrific pain spreads across your bottom cheeks feeling like a streak of fire.

There is no attempt from me to hold on to my dignity - I howl in pain.  But I know nothing is going to stop the process.  And indeed, as I catch my breath, stroke number 2 whips across my poor bottom.

For dad my yelps and howls are of no concern.  His job, as he sees it, is to apply 6 strokes evenly to my bottom and that is exactly what he does.

As I have barely recovered my breath from that first stinging stroke, a second is added.  Soon followed by the remaining 4.  Dad is calm and delivers each stroke firmly, never lessening the force behind each one.  On my end of the cane things are not so calm.  The intensity of the pain increases with every stroke, but I try my best to keep still.  This is to my benefit.  Dad is accurate with the cane and will generally not overlap the strokes, but if I move about his aim is effected and there is the strong possibility that strokes will overlap and that is something I really like to avoid!

After the 6th stroke has slammed into my tortured bottom – and I always feel dad puts a little extra zip into that last one – I am still bent over with my bare and now striped bottom facing dad.  I know to remain bending over until I am told to stand.

Once this permission is given, I can stand facing dad, my bottom still on fire from the caning.  Dad will ask for a full apology from me and I willingly give this – so would you facing the man who just caned your bottom and is still holding that cane!  Dad will then explain that the matter is now closed, but that I can expect more of the same if my behavior does not improve.  I believe him, because he never hesitates to cane my bottom when I deserve it.

I am then dismissed, but it is always difficult to get on with my day after a caning.  For one thing, my bottom is still very sore, but I am also emotionally very disturbed.  It’s a little hard to interact with dad for some time knowing that he so recently bent me over and caned my bare bottom – hard!

But little by little we get back into our normal routine as canings are a part of our lives – dad’s part is to give the cane and mine to receive it.  It’s the normal way of things.