My continuing journey under Miss Kendal, by SB

Last week my journey under Miss Kendal took another major leap into the unknown.

I have been a regular client of Miss Kendal’s since she began her professional career, and in that time I have grown to find the real me which had been my hidden for over 50 years, my secret that I sometimes daren’t even admit to myself. But here goes…….

My name is Simon, I am 57 years old, I am married, I am a respectable business man, and I have a secret: I am a submissive, and I am a masochist! It may seem weird to many but I am at my happiest and most content when I am stripped naked, bent over and being beaten by Miss Kendal in her play room!

Over the months since we first met Miss Kendal had introduced me to new and exciting techniques and implements, my stamina and strength have grown stronger, I have found I can take ever increasing levels of punishments and I am enjoying the experience, but all of this has been slightly hindered by me not wanting to be left with long lasting or distinctive marks. Miss Kendal has shown her true professionalism and skill in increasing the intensity of my punishments but keeping any marking to a minimum, she has also shown similar professionalism in restraint as in the heat and intensity of a session I beg her to beat me harder and harder still, but my original limits have always been respected. My limits also held a restriction to one of my real desires as well, i have a penchant for the cane. The cane is so English, so institutional, I love the look of it, particularly in Miss Kendal’s hands as she flexes it menacingly, I love the sound of it as it swishes through the air, warning of the pain and heat that are about to come, I love the feel of it, no other implement creates such a unique and excruciating feeling of pain, and finally i love the end result, there is nothing more beautiful than the distinctive lines across the bottom after a well administered caning, and there lay my problem, not only is it a beautiful sight it is also very obvious the result of a caning. Miss Kendal had obliged my love of the cane with small inclusions following a heavy hand spanking warm up, and followed by leather paddling to conceal the obvious evidence, but in truth this only increased my desire for a proper and well administered caning which I knew Miss Kendal could give. A couple of sessions ago Miss Kendal had the devil in her and had given me my first cold caning, just 12 strokes, no warm up, and it was delightful, but this canvas of delight was then covered with a sound paddling.

I wanted more, I was now becoming increasingly desperate for the caning of my life, and I considered what my real fears were, and in truth they were unfounded, in 18 months I had successfully managed to conceal any evidence of my punishments, and so why should concealing a caning be any different? I therefore took the first step by explaining to Miss Kendal in my confirmation email that I was happy for her to push my limits further and that although I drew short of broken skin I was no longer concerned about marking. The anticipation and build up over the week became immense and with it grew fear and excitement. When I arrived for my appointment Miss Kendal and I chatted naturally and exchanged news, and then I was asked whether I was sure I was happy to be marked, and when I confirmed this I was sent up to the playroom to disrobe and stand in the centre of the room with my hands on my head.

I stood waiting, naked and vulnerable, hands on my head, fear and excitement in equal measures, terror was now building, I knew the cane hurt terribly from the tasters I had already received, but I was about to be subjected to a thorough and prolonged caning, the caning I so desperately needed. I listened intently for Miss Kendal to come, eventually I heard a step on the stairs and then the door opened and Miss Kendal entered, looking even more powerful and strong, she sat on the sofa and slowly and calmly told me what I needed, and what she was going to do to me, she was going to beat me, and hurt me, beat me until I wanted it to stop and then beat me some more. I needed the pain desperately, I needed it to hurt me, and hurt me a lot, as I know that is when I achieve sub space, and that was what I wanted and needed more desperately than I could imagine. I had dreamt of this moment since the very first meeting with Miss Kendal, in fact I had dreamt of this moment for nearly 50 years, and it was about to become reality, I was about to be caned and caned very hard.

To my surprise Miss Kendal then made me kneel in front of her and hold out my arms straight in front of me with my palms turned upwards, she then selected a leather strap and proceeded to strap each hand in turn. This was amazing, I felt so vulnerable and so submissive, I wanted to pull my hands away but also needed to see the strap lash down and feel the pain build in each hand, through the pain my desperation for the cane grew. With throbbing palms I was then instructed to kneel over the sofa, I heard Miss Kendal select a cane and swish it through the air, my bottom tensed, my breathing quickened, she came momentarily into view flexing the cane, teasing me, telling me how long i’d waited for this and how much I needed it. My mind was whirling, I wanted to plead, “cane me, please cane me”, I felt the light touch of the cane across my bottom, my breathing quickened further, release was at hand, and then it came that distinctive sound as the cane flies through the air and almost simultaneously the burning white heat of pain driving deep inside, 12 strokes like this hard and equally spaced with just enough time for the pain to rise and be followed by another before the previous one rescinded. There was no turning back now, it had started and the fear and excitement were rising with each stroke. After these first 12 strokes I was ordered over the vaulting horse, 12 more strokes were administered, the pain was incredible, excruciating. Miss Kendal then selected a series of canes increasing in size, two sets of 12 strokes with each, some with me counting and thanking Miss Kendal, others delivered in equally spaced and accurate strokes. By the third or fourth cane the pain was becoming unbearable and I was beginning to fear my desires had been wrong and I was not going to be able to withstand the thrashing I had so wanted, but then I suddenly became aware that the pain was now secondary, was dull and in the background, it was still there, it was still excruciatingly painful, but now something else was taking over, I was riding through the pain, I was flying, Miss Kendal had taken me to the best place in the world. I was in sub space, the caning continued in the background, ever harder, ever more painful but I was becoming less aware of the pain, it was being driven back by the feeling of complete joy, my head was spinning my mind was in turmoil battling with the pain and the pleasure, and I was happy and content, I was in ecstasy. The caning stopped and Miss Kendal’s gentle touch and words of kindness and encouragement guided me back to reality, I felt weak, my bottom was throbbing, my mind still swimming, we hugged, Miss Kendal praised me for taking my caning well, it had been as fantastic as I had dreamt it would be, I felt on top of the world. I looked at Miss Kendal thanking her for taking me to that special place and I caught a glimpse of that sadistic smile on her face, “its not over yet, I have not finished with you” she spoke slowly, quietly and deliberately, allowing me to take it in fully.

I was ordered back over the vaulting horse, and Miss Kendal produced three new implements, a hardwood paddle, a leather paddle with holes in it, and a rubber strap. “alternate strokes with each” Miss Kendal spoke “one with each, then two with each, and continuing up to six with each. You must then select which piece I finish you off with”. The pain started again, different this time, rubber stinging harshly, leather heavier but just as flexible, wood heavy dull and solid, one of each, two of each, …. by the time we reached six of each I was already on my way back to my special place, I needed Miss Kendal to grant me release and take me there, and it was time for me to choose how. I selected the leather, a paddle i’ve experienced many times before and a particular favourite of mine. Miss Kendal started to beat me, she was not holding back, I could hear the exertion from her as she brought down the paddle on my bottom, I was pleading through the pain, harder and harder, and then I was gone again I was in heaven. The beating eventually ended, I was guided from the vaulting horse and lay on the floor whilst Miss Kendal attended to my bottom, I drifted from sub space to reality and back again, I could hear faint words of encouragement and praise, I thanked Miss Kendal and exclaimed how amazing she was. This was one of the most amazing days of my life, and it was just about to get better, through the fog of my mind I heard Miss Kendal’s voice “just 12 more strokes of the cane Simon?”. “yes please Miss Kendal” and as I lay on the floor Miss Kendal delivered 12 more fantastic strokes of the cane, I savoured each and everyone of them, thanking her and pleading for the next one, it was truly the greatest moment ever, years of pent up desire had been released in just 90 minutes. Miss Kendal had taken me to a whole new level in my journey into submission and I was the happiest person alive at that moment.

When I was sufficiently recovered we sat and chatted easily over a coffee and cake, and it occurred to me that I’m not weird, I’m perhaps just a bit different to some people, but I’m also very happy and content with my life, and its made all the better thanks to my brief but regular visits to Miss Kendal. I am proud of what i am and what i have achieved and this is all due to the guidance and professionalism of Miss Kendal. Miss Kendal has taught me pride and humility, and she has helped me find myself, and I cant thank her enough for that gift.

Thank you Miss Kendal!