Must I pick one? To be perfectly honest, I prefer spanking with the hand (yes, I know ‘toy’ goes far beyond just spanking implements). That said, the cane is my favorite, with the crop as an honorable mention.
The cane is so innocuous at first glance; merely a thin stick, really. How could that little thing possibly be so fearsome? Many people have never felt the cane applied to them. They’re lucky in one sense; it hurts like hell.
In another sense though, if they are interested in spanking and/or BDSM, they are missing out. If you like spanking and have never encountered the cane, then you are bereft of experience with the “heavy artillery”. It takes a lot of practice to be proficient at its use; if you have an adventurous, trusting girl to help you practice, then you are a very lucky man indeed!
If your challenging little sub is starting to yawn as you tire out your spanking hand on her round little ass, then it’s time to up the ante. That mouth, where before it was yawning, will soon be frozen in a shocked expression of woe, as she first feels that two stage burn-ache of a good cane stroke. After a dozen (or two) cuts with that evil length of rattan, she won’t take her eyes from the floor the next morning:)
In many ways the crop is the equal of the cane. Wielded properly it is capable of inflicting searing, agonizing pain. Indeed, the implement was developed for the much tougher hide of horses. No matter how jaded, how tough your beloved slave thinks she is, she will lose a battle with the crop; her stoicism will invariably give way to tears, pleading, and surrender. Nothing else save the cane has quite the impact of the crop in this regard.
There is one other aspect of the crop that sets it apart from other implements: psychological impact. This is an implement wielded by someone in control of another (whether it’s a thoroughbred or a slave, it matters not), subject to the whims, the commands of the one in control. Can a girl, standing trembling before her master as he flexes that lethal black implement in his hands fail to draw such parallels? Does it humiliate her, or elicit a dark, taboo excitement? Maybe it’s both?
The stern master, clutching the finely braided leather of the handle, awaits the lowly slavegirl as she divests her bottom of what meager garments her owner allows her. She prostrates herself, presenting the tender, vulnerable twin moons of her buttocks for punishment. Does he lecture her on her litany of sins as he paces behind her, the crop snapping against the tough leather of his boots? Does he make her feel the cold, black crop against her lips as she is instructed to kiss the implement of her correction?
The psychological impact of both of these implements of correction, is at least as important as the physical one. After all, isn’t the domination of the mind just as important (or maybe more important) as the domination of the body?
What do you think? Do you like these implements? Hate them? Why?
Until Day 8,