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the skin
on your ass and thighs. Notice how thin the diameter is on this cane?”
    I nodded, afraid if I spoke aloud, my voice would crack.
    “This is one of the thinnest canes available. There is a
risk to it breaking, but it won’t in my hands. I’m very skilled at using any
size cane on subs I train.”
    I wondered how many subs he’d schooled. Thinking there had
been likely a hundred or more, my gut tightened from a sudden pang of jealousy.
I knew that was foolish, but true all the same. The green-eyed monster inside
me grew Hulk-like as I imagined him having a woman in his life already who was
not only his trainee but was an actual partner to him. He was too gorgeous of a
man not to have someone in his bed at night.
    Pushing down my resentment, I concentrated on his
enlightenment about caning.
    “As Reed told you before, these lessons are about the Dom
and submissive relationship and protocols in that dynamic. Remember?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Pain is a tool for both the Dom and sub. It breaks barriers
and provides a path to deep trust and understanding. In my hands, the cane
isn’t just about delivering stings but is more of a sensual toy than a
punishment tool.” As he continued talking, he touched me softly with the little
cane. My skin burned and my nipples throbbed.
    Kane flicked my left nipple with the tip of the cane,
causing my breast’s tips to ache even more. “Regretfully, trainee, many people
enter into BDSM and immediately take up things like a cane, which should only
be used by a skilled Dom. Without proper education, a cane can cause injury.
Not here. Not at The Cell. All Doms must go through rigorous training and
education before being allowed to use such a sexual tool. This one is made of
bamboo. It delivers its own set of sensations. Now, Reed told you about
subspace, correct?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Normally such a speech would’ve had me yawning,
but not when Kane said it. He sounded so confident and professorial that I knew
I could listen to him all night.
    Kane swung the cane in the air right in front of me. The
thing looked wicked in his hands, and I felt a shiver run up and down my spine.
“An untrained Dom might not know that you must keep bamboo canes soaked in salt
water to keep them moist. If that isn’t done, the cane will splinter and split.
Rattan canes are better choices for newbie Doms because they require little
care and keep their shape easily.”
    Continuing to swing the stick in front of me, he went on and
on, describing more about caning and how it fit into the BDSM lifestyle. He
hadn’t even touched me, and I was shaking from head to toe in anxious
anticipation of feeling the bamboo on my ass and thighs.
    Finally, he ended his delivery of words and cupped my chin.
“Are you ready to feel my cane, trainee?”
    I choked out, “Yes, Sir.”
    He gave me a wicked wink and walked behind me.
    Without warning, Kane began quickly striking my ass with the
bamboo. The hits weren’t anything like the paddle had been with Reed, nor were
they like his open hand. The cane's stings felt like tiny bites on my
bottom.  
    Tears welled up in my eyes as the tiny stings bit into my
skin. It was like he was sending his powerful male energy to me through the
cane, demanding surrender. My entire body began to radiate, and my thoughts
softened, approaching that wonderful trance-like state I’d felt with Reed last
night.
    “Very good. You’re doing great, trainee.” Kane gently rolled
the cane up my ass. “This is its embrace. Do you like?”
    I nodded as tears streaked down my cheeks.
    “It’s going to feel differently on your thighs, subbie. It’s
a nice little bite.”
    He stung my thighs with quick taps from the bamboo, and he
was right. It did feel differently, a bit hotter, making my nerve endings pop
to life.
    Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
    He hit my ass and thighs with rapid-fire, sweet slaps,
sending me fully into the subspace he’d mentioned earlier. My face was soaked
from tears and