Some of you will have discovered Ms Dana Kane, a Disciplinarian from
, whose blog I have linked to on the right. Las Vegas
Ms or Mistress Kane writes a great deal on her specialist subject and offers many videos for the enjoyment of her readers. Her spankings look to be delightful experiences with a gentle but firm touch.
However, when she steps up to the mark with a paddle or hairbrush, the tone of the discipline changes and I can imagine that a strict caning from her is a memorable experience.
Ms Kane sometimes sets her readers a challenge of writing a story on a subject of her choice. There is an incentive but I will let you explore her site to find out what that might be.
Recently she asked budding authors to send in a work of fiction, based around “Us”; that is to say, describing an event or happening between the author and Ms Kane.
This is what I submitted.
A visit to Ms Dana Kane
Myself in the corner, as instructed.
Eyes down, hands crossed behind my back.
To the fast beat of my heart and to the sounds of you moving in the studio.
Your soft footfall and the swish of the cane in the still air.
At your request, and going to the centre of the room.
The punishment tariff for my misdeeds and lateness.
Feet apart, legs straight, toes pointed inwards.
The cool thin rattan tap, tap, tapping my cheeks left and right.
Back arched, bottom higher, thighs stretched taut.
The first stroke landing on bare cool skin.
To remain in place for the next stroke and the next and the next…..
Trying to remember the strokes but without success.
Only to be told resume the position and take the extra strokes.
Not a good idea. More stripes added.
As I reach the end of the tariff and extras.
And looking with admiration in the mirror, at the many red lines, so evenly spaced apart.
And thanking you. Strange. What drives me to thank you for a thrashing?