I adore canes. When me and Kristan do impact play it nearly always includes canes, and it's also one of the things I fantasise about a lot. I love the immediacy of the biting sting that is impossible to block out, I love the noise it makes both whipping through the air and on impact, and I especially love the marks it leaves me with.

For this Sinful Sunday I’m sharing an image of the immediate aftermath of one of the more intense professional canings I have taken. It was supposed to be 70 strokes but we ended up having to go to 80 to break the skin – which was part of the brief – and actually this picture looks pretty tame to me compared to how it felt.

I adore canes. When me and Kristan do impact play it nearly always includes canes, and it’s also one of the things I fantasise about a lot. I love the immediacy of the biting sting that is impossible to block out, I love the noise it makes both whipping through the air and on impact, and I especially love the marks it leaves me with.

I was nervous about starting to work with a pro domme (I don’t know if there’s a name for what I’m doing – pro-masochist? Pro-bottom? I do not identify as a submissive) as the intensity of pain from canings is something I wondered if I could only cope with accompanied by the intimacy of playing with a partner. There is some suffering I will only endure for the person I belong to, but it turns out caning isn’t one of them. It is definitely a different headspace, but my body reacts the same – I find the joy in that pain.