2010/12/01

A Caning to remember

When Uncle Nick and I initially met, I was on a diet and had already lost quite a bit of weight. The reasons for my weight problem are of a painful personal nature, and for that, I will give Uncle Nick credit for his compassion and understanding. However, it did not stop him from challenging me to increase my efforts to shed the weight. In effect, I had to lose over 25 kilograms in less than three months - which, mildly put, is bloody impossible. Failure obviously had its own penalty that translated in a stroke with a cane for every kilogram not lost. The proposed punishment also included the little humiliating fact that the cane was originally obtained for me, as a gift for a friend in South Africa.

I had no one except myself to blame for little predicament I found myself in. I could have told him the figure is to high, I could have told him even if I stop eating in totality there is no way on this earth that it can be done, face it, I could have plainly told him, "No". However, so typical of me, I reacted with my usual tact and diplomacy when the subject came up and simply put, I rose splendidly to the challenge with a sneering "FINE!” Needless to say, this whole little transaction was meticulously recorded in his moleskin notebook.

So, there I was, 18 kilograms not gone anywhere, a rattan cane in a cupboard, Uncle Nick and my poor bottom which was still slightly larger than life. During the last day with him, we spent the morning quietly together, and inside me, hope was building - surely, he will not cane me on what is our last bit of time together. But when his voice rang down the passage instructing me remove the cane from the cupboard and put it on the bed, hope died a horrible death, and I experienced the first three stages of mourning:  Denial, Anger and Bargaining.

Denial failed dismally, he only repeated the instruction on entering the room and on my refusal to present my bottom, a swat or two at my thighs quickly put an end to all that. Anger was no better; Uncle Nick has the remarkable ability to totally ignore tantrums. Bargaining? I desperately tried to bargain the caning down to a spanking but it has become clear to me that my bargaining skills need some drastic improvement.

I found myself on my stomach, my bottom bared, and with the cane lightly tapping against my bottom I was gritting my teeth - it was lecture time! When his voice stopped, and the first stroke came down over my bottom, I was clenching the bed sheets between my fingers. There was a line of fire over my bottom, burning deep into my flesh, with seventeen strokes more to go! After stroke four, I moved. I was told to re-assume and maintain the position and keep count of the strokes. At stroke eight, my legs came up, but quickly went down again as Uncle Nick prodded them down with the end of the cane, promising additional strokes if it happened again.

By stroke twelve I was in pure agony. My bottom was on fire, I was not allowed to make any movement to alleviate some of the pain, and as such, I went into a small rebellion. I flipped around, saying "No", but have to report that my battle skills are severely lacking and short lived. At stroke thirteen, I actually pleaded for him to stop, and to my own amazement, I started crying. Both a first for me, but yet, I remained in place for the balance of the strokes. 

When it was all finished, and he folded me into his arms, with me sobbing my heart out against his chest, I gingerly felt my bottom. It was welt upon welt, and any thoughts of rubbing a very sore bottom left my mind - I was going to have enough problems in just wearing knickers...Have I learned not to rush into things? Alas, no, and suffice to say, a new agreement has been reached on the same terms as above. So apart from only eating rabbit food for the foreseeable future, I am going to do my utmost to ensure that Uncle Nick, a rattan cane and my bottom will never, ever be in the same space again...  


7 comments:

barely.pink said...

Oh...ouch.

And the first crying experience as well? Perhaps all is not so bad after all! :) (That's me, identifying the silver lining.)

Hey, I have a great way to lose weight. Honestly. I had about 50 pounds I had to lose (due to extenuating circumstances as well) in the space of 3 months and I did it, and then some. Completely healthily, and it's stayed off. You have my email. If you want details, let me know. I even have shopping lists and recipes (somewhere) that I created myself.

Hugs,

Pink

Dave Sparkles said...

Welcome back to South Africa! I am sure the trip back was not easy - with a well striped and very tender bottom from what sounds like a proper caning.
Needless to say, 18 kg more to lose will be a challenge, but the alternative is an even bigger challenge. If you need interim (motivational) reminder punishments then you are welcome to contact me and I will assist...

Dave

redxxx said...

Raven: exciting to read. Too bad it wasn't 25 pounds, instead of 25 kg. I think the pounds are less than kilograms.
A first time crying must have been amazing.
Good luck in getting a few more kg off before your next visitation by the cane.
cheers
red

Raven Red said...

Miss Pink

Keep an eye on your mail...you will shortly receive some.

And the crying? The silver lining even has speckles of gold in it..

Hugs

Raven

Raven Red said...

Mr Sparkles!

Thank you for your kind offer...I think...

And the flight back? A sleeping tablet definitely assisted in not only taking the nightmare away of returning to SA, but alleviated certain tender spots in body as well.

Hugs

Raven

Raven Red said...

Dear Mr Red

Thank you for the kind words.

And as I have said to Miss Pink re the crying, the silver lining had gold speckles in it - the final letting go of hard and bitter shards within me, no longer required.

Oh, and how I wished it was a case of pounds and not kilograms...
Trust me on this one, I do not care if I sprout rabbit ears from eating all the greenery in the world, but the cane vs weight loss...no way.
And to be fair to Uncle Nick, he did promise me a supper at the most upmarket restaurant in London if I do attain goal weight.

Paul. said...

Hi Raven Red

Liken your story very good, and it brought you to tears very sorry I was not there to console you.
I would have creamed you, well into your tender bottom.
Hope you are looking forward to your next time, think you are and have a great bottom.

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