I'm sleep-deprived, sore and still
floating after a fantastic evening at Night of the Cane! It's always
great to see old friends and make new ones. I met lots of people I'd chatted
and bratted with on British Spanking (waves to MissBehave, Indoors, Lil Minx and
Roger N). I sold several copies of my book (thanks to all who bought it!) and
made a total fool of myself by succumbing to my public speaking phobia onstage
in front of about 200 people (hooray for a high humiliation threshold!). Oh,
and I was thoroughly objectified for much of the night. Which
you know I hate. Totally.
When Chopper
of Spanking Tools asked if I'd like to be a demo bunny for the caning
competition, I was a bit nervous. I'm still healing from my last Lupus shoot
(that was JUNE!), so I said I couldn't take much. But what he had in mind was
something special, something different. Something artistic.
Do tell, I said. Well, his idea intrigued and excited me, so I told him to go
for it.
But first the
competition. There were some
great performances and all the entrants put on a fantastic show. There's just
something about a formal six of the best on a stage in front of an audience and
a panel of judges that sums up the whole exquisite decadence of this kink. The lovely Leia-Ann
Woods was the compere. Poor thing, the lights
were so hot she had to take off her lab coat purely for comfort, revealing her
gorgeous toned ballerina body, scarcely covered in sexy lingerie. (Pictures, Leia, pictures!)
She announced all the acts, ranging from
prison punishments to schoolgirl/boy canings. It was a close race, but in the
end the winners were Katie and Mr Prendergast
from
I had forgotten all about my volunteering
to be demo bunny until it was over, when I was called to the stage to assist
Chopper. I stood nervously before him (and the audience) in my WREN uniform.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he said, fingering a cane
with relish. "Strip." My fingers were
shaking so much I could barely undo the buttons of my shirt. I kept my panties,
stockings and heels on, but that was it. He positioned me with my bare back on
display and proceeded to sign his name across my skin with sharp flicks of a
thin cane. It stung mightily, but I went right into a submissive zone and held
my position, gasping and writhing only slightly with each stroke. It was very
much like being whipped with a singletail. Then he
moved down to my hips and bottom, completing the signature with a flourish.
I felt the bite of each letter as pleasure
(yes, me - pleasure!) and at first I was a little embarrassed to be enjoying
myself so shamelessly. The room was so quiet it seemed like my every gasp was
an echoing roar. I was floating. Then he asked if I was OK with the cane on my
breasts. I nodded greedily, blissed out and not
wanting it to stop. He had me stand facing the audience with my hands on my
head as he placed cane-stroke diamonds around my nipples and finished with a
diamond around my navel.
Oh. My. God.
I'm only sorry there aren't any photos to
show you, as the marks didn't last the night. But with any luck, it won't be
the only time someone does that to me.
I didn't bother to get dressed after that
and when Leia asked me to come tell the audience
about my book (I'd donated 3 copies for caning competition prizes), I stood in
front of the mic and froze like a deer in headlights.
I think I babbled something incoherent "Oh God public speaking - no,
please!" and prevailed on the MC to simply read something from the cover
blurb, which he did graciously. Then I scurried off the stage, my face blazing.
I know, I should be able to do it. And maybe someday I
will. The world is full of fears to be conquered. And I've got time.
Niki
Flynn