Lunch Time British Caning

We played for just 30 minutes, but spent nearly two hours talking online before we even met. He didn’t realize it yet, but what was waiting for him was a proper British caning.

His life was under pressure from every direction: work, relationships, and the burden of hiding this side of himself. As the session approached, the anxiety took over. He flooded me with requests, desperate to cover every base. Eventually we decided to focus on: leash, and cane.

From the last time, his pain tolerance had surged, pushed higher by the emotional weight he was carrying. The difference was unmistakable. His body craved impact. I love when it is like that.

It was a powerful and memorable 30 minutes session. Beautiful marks. I can’t wait to cane him again.