Riding Crop Day

As part of our morning D/s ritual, sol presented me with three corporal punishment instruments this morning:


I gave him permission to stand and took a moment to check out what he'd brought me:

• An Eric Carwardine rattan cane.
• S(A)X's The Rod, which is made of Delrin.
• and my S(A)X red riding crop

These are all pretty fierce implements to use without a warm up.

I thought for a moment.

Let me explain the ritual we were taking part in, a bit more. While sol presents me each morning with three toys of his choice, it's my choice whether to use them or not. But if we have time in the morning, I like to have this brief few minutes of play because it centers sol for the day ahead.

This daily ritual is designed to facilitate sol's needs - via his choice of implements, sol is able to wordlessly make me aware of his masochistic need for severe play. He was making that need very clear with his choice today. So it was bum down on the daybed time:


But which of the three to choose, for myself?

I had a quick dither. Each of these implements was a favorite. Each produced very distinctive marks. Okay then, I'd use each for just a few minutes...

But the moment the riding crop slid into my hand, and it's leather tip trailed over sol's untouched backside, I knew it was Riding Crop Day:


A couple of experimental swishes and The Xmas Present took herself off to the bed platform at the end of the house. She's really not keen on that wonderful noise, and riding crops really so swish nicely.

I started applying the crop to sol's cheeks...

One of the things I like about short play times is you can have a lot of fun with them. Longer scenes, you plan them and negotiate them, you have a warm up period, you have more time to get your cane strikes lined up, etc etc. But five / ten minute scenes with a masochist? It's about getting those endorphins flowing FAST. Which is pure delight for a sadist.


Regular readers might recall I used to feel the same a few years back when sol used to return home for ten minute lunchtime canings. Remember those posts, they were fucking hot. Here's a couple of links:

• Caning a pain slut

• Lunchtime cock caning

Sadly, since we became Eco Kinksters and moved north, sol works too far away to return home at lunch. So this daily morning ritual has come to fill that spot.

To finish up I had sol call the strokes and thank me. At stroke 13 his toes curled:


At stoke 20 we were out of time. Didn't we have fun? What a wonderful mess!:


That leather tip really does some nice marks. sol requested a photo with his panties on:


As he headed out to the car he confirmed the endorphins were indeed kicking in VERY nicely, and that that particular need had been met ...

Well, until tomorrow morning anyway...

(Photos: Ms160)