Night
of the Cane - 2003
The school scene has never been my biggest
thing, but I've always had a real fondness for the cane as an implement of
punishment and chastisement. This despite the fact that they
never even HAD canes in bucolic
Straps, yes, nasty thick rawhide things applied to the hand in a manner
similar to a tawse, though, if I recall from my days
as a particularly lippy ten year old, the humiliation of being sent out to the
grim vestibule by the girls bogs and made to wait for your punishment, which
the whole class could hear, was the worst. Besides, if you smiled sweetly and
looked contrite, most of the teachers would only do a little tap, and then bash
the desk as hard as they could for a realistic sound effect!
But I digress. That lippy ten year old grew up to be a card-carrying
sadist, and who says Corporal Punishment did me any harm!
The cane is the weapon of chastisement par excellence in my opinion, and
one which subs seem to either dread or crave the most, or both, in equal
measure - I'm not particular!
It's the satisfying swish, the accuracy required, and the rapidly
blooming marks. I'm particularly fond of using it as a genuine punishment, six
of the best, without a warm up, just to see the fear in slut’s eyes, and to
admire those pretty purple stripes appear on tender white flesh.
I save my Victorian Governess outfit for Night of the Cane. It's gothic
enough to be glamorous, and warm enough to protect one from the drafts in the
old theatre and community centre in Hackney which has been the venue for the
last couple of years. So, feeling like a cross between Morticia
Addams and Mary Poppins, I was driven to the venue,
where we parked right outside.
We nearly ran over Master Peter and Miss Ruby Bottoms as we parked the
car. Pete's pristine white lab coat proclaimed him the Science Master, and Ruby
Bottoms was clearly failing in Biology. My joke about "Doctor Death the
Virgin Surgeon" nearly got me an F as well, so it was time to move swiftly
on!
Another Pete, dapper in full army mess dress greeted us with a smart
click of the heels. He, Miss Deadly Glamour (aka
Fraulein von Richthofen) and sub Alan were all
dressed identically, to run the strictest uniform check ever. Not a pair of
non-regulation knickers escaped inspection, some of them twice! Though I'm not
sure how Fraulein von Richthofen's Bavarian accent
and leather corset would go down in the officer's mess, and she's certainly no
gentleman!
Periodically Ishmael's stentorian Shakespearian tones would boom out a
change of workshop in the upstairs rooms, or a new class in the main hall. As
the level in the red wine bottle fell, we noticed he got less RADA and more
Stoke on
Through in the main hall, we were greeted by Mistress Holly, also in
Victorian Gothic style, and Chrissie who was wearing a fetching new black
rubber skirt. It's amazing how a new Mistress will do wonders for a T-girl's
fashion sense, and Chrissie has been looking very cute lately.
Classes were already running, as a Master attempted to beat the
rudiments of his subject into a pack of giggling and recalcitrant schoolgirls
via the buttocks. It looked quite fun, (well, the missile throwing and paper
airplanes bit, anyway, as far as caning is concerned it's better to give than
receive in my book). My speculation that maybe next year I'd come in studded
leather jacket over my school gear as the delinquent sixth former who hangs out
in front of the school smoking cigarettes and worse with the local bike chapter
(but enough about my schooldays) was greeted with snorts of derision.
He was followed by a diminutive Master (also called Peter, but I'll
leave you to speculate why there was such a plethora of Peters in evidence at a
Firm do) who gave a scholarly exposition on the correct use and care of the
cane. What I could hear of it was very interesting, but unfortunately it was in
the main hall, and, unlike the President, he was unable to project his voice
over the people taking advantage of a lull in the proceedings to catch up on
the latest gossip. The problem was partially solved by Ishmael bellowing a
request that those who were interested in his talk gather their chairs a little
closer.
Once some of the contestants had taken advantage of a few last-minute
tips, it was time for the caning competition, hosted once again by fetish comic
Ivor Dembina, of Sado Judaism fame. For once there were too many entrants,
26 couples all in all. A bit of audience participation later and it was decided
to let them perform two at a time, so we would all have time to indulge in a
bit of recreational spanking afterwards before closing.
Ivor and his young assistant
Rosalie (adorable in a pistachio tutu which slut looked longingly at) cracked
through the competitors at an astounding rate. Particularly memorable were Alex
and Liz - I thought the combination of Alex's famous accuracy and Liz's winsome
brat act was a winning combination, but it was not to be the case. My theatrical
attempt at a backhand (in response to the judges request for more showmanship,
honest,) with maximum swishing of the bustle (yes my bum does look big in it,
that's the whole point) was regrettably more showy than 100% accurate, and I
joined him on the losers bench.
A T-girl couple won third prize. I want the subby
one's long black lace and purple velvet goth number,
which her Mistress pulled up ever so slowly in anticipation of the main event.
The second prize winners came all the way from
Finally, Lucy Baily stole the show by caning
her victim blindfolded, with enviable accuracy in the first ever caning by
Braille in the history of the Firm, and was a deserving winner, though one or
two people muttered that perhaps it was a little unfair to have professionals
competing on the same stage as amateurs, which produced the eminently sensible
suggestion of two prizes from someone at the next table.
The formal part of the proceedings over, it was time to get down to
play. There was no shortage of naughty boys and girls in the bar, so I set
myself up on a raised platform at the end of the room and started dishing out
the discipline.
To my delight Caroline, the bouncy little Danish lass, came over and
announced in broken English that she had found a boy to play with, and would I
show her please how to use a whip! The boy was none other than Rubber Roy, one
of my very first playmates, and you should have seen his face when he found out
who was offering instructions!.
To make my evening complete, her gorgeous boyfriend came over, and we
happily compared toys. He had a rather nice, very well made heavy black leather
strap, so I showed him my new pride and joy, a butter soft four fold strap from
Abbey Leather that hurts worse than buggery. Then it was time to show off the
Cobra toys. Roy, who has always preferred great thuddy
paddles (no subtlety, but different strokes and all that) took a few strokes of
my horse quirt from Caroline and fled, so we tried it on her instead. She was
made of sterner stuff, and took her punishment bravely, but OWWW is still not a
safeword!
By now the bar had closed, and the unfortunate staff were vainly trying
to shoo still playing perverts out the door. Never one to give up flirting, I
mourned the fact that the cutest boy in the club was a dom,
and gorgeous Jakob winked and said "Not
always" in his delightful accent, before baring his buttocks. Alas there
was only time for a quick six of the best, and a farewell hug, before Stimpy claimed my new friends for an impromptu photoshoot in the corner.
By now loyal Firm crew were carrying the set past us, slut was standing
impatiently with her coat on, and the bar staff looked as though they were
losing the will to live, so reluctantly, I headed out into the night.
Night of the Cane is an annual jewel in
Someone once tried to dismiss the Firm as "a bunch of cheerful bum
bashers" and was astounded when we took it as a compliment! I guess some
people just need a sense of humour transplant, and forget that kinky sex is
supposed to be fun. Me, I like nothing better than a side serving of good old
fashioned English eccentricity with my pervery, but
then, I'm a colonial, and we love all that stuff.
Ravenqueen
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