I'm sleep-deprived, sore and still floating after a fantastic evening at Chats Palace for 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 Muir Academy, followed by "Adam and Eve" (aka Mistress Switch, in a truly unique performance. I wish I had them all on film!
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.