I can't remember when Horace brought it home or from where, sometimes its best not to ask questions.
But there is a bamboo cane in our collection of 'toys'.
And I hate it.
Its long and sturdy and packs a punch.
It hurts like a mother and is pretty unforgiving.
When Sir first tried it out on me, somehow I was under the impression that it would be kept in reserve as a punishment implement...you know, to be used rarely.
That was complete conjecture on my part.
In the early days, when we were trying structures and forms of thought on for size to create the dynamic that worked for us, something that was kept in reserve, was a natural step. It made sense.
But now, in a way we have moved far beyond the "if you do this behaviour, it is met with this cane", sort of thinking into a more ebb and flow.
Now, M/s probably fits us better than D/s.
Now, it is completely 24/7 and moves almost flawlessly.
Now, it is consensual non-consent.
Now, the only hard and fast rule is to do what he says.
In the beginning, I think it is important to be tense with the rules and to keep it all on a action to consequence bases. We certainly didn't get here overnight.
At the ends of a lovely long weekend, after I had made cinnamon muffins , I was lying on the bed, propped up on my stomach flipping through notes for work. Horace came in from outside.
"Why are you lying like that? That's an invitation for a paddle."
I moved my work notes out of the way and smiled.
"I was just lying here", I said.
Honest. It was completely innocent. I had no hidden or ulterior motives.
Horace came into the room, took the cane from the wall.
"That isn't a paddle".
Yeah, I didn't think that was a wise thing to say, either.
Two sharp strikes across the bottom of my thighs.
Immediate tears. Did I mention this thing hurts?
"I felt like the cane", I was informed.
Mentally, I tried to chew on that for a moment but couldn't really complete where that thought was going because I felt five quick more strokes.
"You are mine. If I feel like using the cane then I can," Horace reminded me with another stroke.
I bit my lip and kind of toughed through it, as silently as I could.
When he was finally done, he rubbed my back and heaped me with praise.
And it led to a great play session.
A very nice way to finish off the holiday weekend.