Standing behind a girl I’m beating… she’s bent over, unable to look back. I measure the implement against her. Tap, tap, tap… draw it back, pause, pause some more. Perhaps measure it again. Make her wait, contemplate, dread, unable to accurately predict the actual timing of the stroke
That’s my usual modus operandi when playing – the moment of impact bringing with it an element of painful surprise. My most recent naughty dream took a diametrically opposed perspective, however…
The girl kneeling obediently on the bed for her thrashing found herself facing a mirror – giving her a full view of me, of the cane strokes as they started to fall, and of her own tear-stained face. “Look at yourself… I want you to see what happens to badly-behaved girls.” And, of course, when she let her head fall, when she closed her eyes to block out the shameful view, a barrage of fast, hard extra strokes reminded her of how I expected her to behave.
She found it still harder to observe herself once I’d laid down the cane and started punishing her in a different way – in different ways: taking her roughly, harshly, grasping her hair and forcing her to watch…
…I actually want to re-enact this….sounds so lovely.
Yes, it does. *sigh* Where’s the hubby when you need him?