Caning My Husband

I had always been curious about Caning. It seemed like something mysterious and naughty, yet exciting and exotic. But I had never been brave enough to try it. Until I met my husband.

He was confident, strong, and rough around the edges. He had a way about him that made me feel like I could trust him. He had a bit of a kinky side and he liked to explore and experiment in the bedroom. After a few months of dating, he started bringing up the idea of caning. I was hesitant, but he promised that he would take me slowly and carefully and make sure I was comfortable.

My husband was a master at caning. He started off slowly, giving me gentle, teasing strokes to help get me comfortable. He explained each move and why it felt certain ways, and I quickly realized that I was enjoying it. He moved up to harder and more rhythmic strokes and it felt like my body was coming alive.

I moaned and screamed as he caressed my body with his cane. He moved up and down my body, sometimes hitting the same spot multiple times and sometimes moving on to a new spot. I felt like I was on fire, my body pulsing with pleasure.

After a few hours, my husband removed the cane and told me to kneel. He brought out a pair of handcuffs and softly placed them on my wrists. He then instructed me to spread my legs, and with a bit of reluctance, I complied. He then took his cane and began to stroke my inner thighs. I shivered as I felt the pleasure start to build up inside me.

My husband then moved the cane to my inner folds and I gasped as I felt it caress my most sensitive spot. I started to buck against him as the pleasure kept building and I reached my climax. After a few more strokes, my husband removed the handcuffs and told me to lay down.

He then moved his body on top of mine and started to kiss me passionately. Our bodies were entwined and I felt like I was in a whole new world. He then entered me, and my body responded to his every movement. I could feel him inside of me, and I screamed out in pleasure as he thrust deeper and deeper.

We moved together as one, our bodies quivering with pleasure. I clung onto him tightly as I felt the intensity increase. I could feel my orgasm coming and I screamed out his name in complete bliss as I reached my climax.

Afterwards we lay there in a satisfying embrace, my body still trembling from the pleasure. I smiled up at my husband, relieved that I had finally taken the step to explore caning. I looked forward to many more naughty and exciting experiences together.