On the third day of Christmas

On the third day of Christmas my true loves gave to me … a tawsing, 40 cane strokes, and several orgasms.

Among other things :)

It was a short one as scenes go, and didn't have any roleplay element or punishment context. It was sensual, slow, intuitive. I knelt in the centre of my wrought iron bed, wearing only their collar,* and they moved around me in a way I can only describe using the word prowl. I didn't know where to look, so I kept my eyes lowered. But even without looking I was crucially, sensitively aware of their eyes, their hands, their breath.

They undressed me. I felt fingertips caressing my skin, nails digging into me, hands holding me down. I gasped and submitted, letting my body be guided forwards so that my wrists were held and my bottom raised. I felt the sharp snap of the tawse, alternated with slow stroking hands, while I was held securely in place.

Later I was put face-down over pillows for a double caning, one of them on either side of me. I counted 40 strokes, and I could have kept going all night. From the first moment they touched me I had dropped straight into subspace. All thoughts were driven out of my head. I was at my most receptive, and underneath my trembling reactions there was a true, deep peace.

It was the first time they'd teamed up like that. The first time I'd submitted to both of them at once.

It was the best Christmas present they could possibly have given me.

* Actually it was D's collar, although the two are identical. On this occasion D. handed it to Thomas to put on me, as a gesture of joint ownership. I thought that was a nice touch :)