The boy strokes the cane lightly over your arse. You’d got so into being beaten with the paddle that you thought you could stand something a bit more serious – but now you’re not so sure it was a good idea.

The cane is about three feet long, and looks quite flexible. He taps it on your arse, getting the angle right, then lifts it and brings it down. Your whole body jerks – shit, that hurts.

“You’ll find it gets worse – and better – as time goes on. You’ll see.”

He raises his arm again and puts another stripe accurately over both cheeks.

You realise that a slight misalignment would cause much more pain on one side, but the skin seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

The cane descends again and again. As with the paddle, he’s carefully not targetting exactly the same place each time, and the pain grows both in intensity and in area. After a while it begins to transform as the endorphins are released, and you feel like you’re flying. It is, you realise with surprise, wonderful. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, but that fire seems to be increasingly centring on your cock.

He pauses the caning, and strokes his finger over your cock-head.

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