The good old days when caning was commonplace are long gone. At least officially. I still use this punishment at home and I'm only too happy to use it. It simply works better with the cane in the marriage, because that's the only way my slave, also known as my husband, spurts the way I want him to.
The cane is part of everyday life
Cane stories are usually highly erotic sex stories. For us, however, the cane is actually part of everyday life. It is a guide and an educational tool to keep my husband in check.
It all started when I found out that my husband had cheated on me. When I found out and he came home, I really beat him with the cane for the first time. It was a bamboo cane, so it was strong and could withstand a lot. I actually wanted to make it burst.
Of course, I didn't succeed. I wanted to punish my husband, but not beat him to death! Nevertheless, the cane blows were hard and left a lot of marks. Some of the marks were still visible weeks later.
I loved the way my husband cowered and cried. How he assured me that he was sorry and that he would never do it again. From that day on, I really enjoyed humiliating him.
I gave him a unique chance to save our marriage. Namely, that the cane would now be part of my and his everyday life. At least every 2 or 3 days the cane could be used and I could humiliate him and prove who was in charge. He agreed. He agreed to a new life, a life as a slave, as a sub.
Cane marks that should not disappear
I wanted to, I had to, leave my mark. It was like a compulsion for me. So he had to strip bare so that I could see the marks and see exactly how these welts were made. He was beaten on his bare ass with the cane. It was so exciting to watch.
Within a few seconds, the skin that came into contact with the cane turned red. Sometimes the area turned a bluish color. It all depended on how you hit it. It was a crazy game that fascinated me more and more each time.
My husband grew into his role. More than once he got a hard-on from the blows. It made me want to hit him even harder. Off to the bare bottom with the cane!
The cane marks occasionally even burst open a little when I accidentally hit the same spot several times. We both enjoyed the aftercare all the more. Of course, I tended to his wounds. I took photos of the cane marks, because they were real works of art on his bare skin that absolutely had to be captured in pictures.
A large canvas picture of my cane slave's tight ass, with fresh welts arranged in a uniquely beautiful pattern, was now emblazoned above our bed.
Oops, I must be a dominatrix!
My husband was my slave and I continued to develop. I ordered great clothes in vinyl and leather. I organized more and more new canes, paddles and whips. I expanded my percussion instruments very well. In my latest outfit, whip in hand, I stood in front of the mirror and realized that I didn't just look hot, I had turned into a dominatrix!
I loved my new self and was looking forward to receiving my husband like this. When he came home from work, he looked stressed and overworked. He dropped his briefcase, loosened his tie and sank to his knees in front of me. He begged me to relax him. He admired the new me and knew that I alone was capable of giving him a wonderful evening.
Many housewives cook their husbands a great meal and give them a foot massage when they get home from a long day at work. I was not one of those women. I cooked and did the housework, no question. But I didn't massage his feet.
I just don't have a foot fetish, I'm sorry! Instead, I massaged his back, his bare ass and his thighs. Not in a gentle way, but with the cane! And with the paddle and also with my latest acquisition, a wonderful whip!
He got to feel everything that evening and I noticed how he visibly relaxed. Afterwards we made love intimately, hot and wild! We didn't always do this after such a session, but that evening we both needed the actual sex much more than anything else.
We had a wonderful marriage full of strokes, welts, passion, power and determination. We lived out the best cane stories imaginable. My husband never cheated on me again, because now he had everything he needed to be happy.
