It was my birthday last week so, of course, I asked my favourite sadist for a birthday caning. The trouble with getting older is that it is a lot of cane strokes.

He brought seven canes with him. Seven strokes from each cane.

Happy Honey!


I was nervous before. Nervous that I might have forgotten how to enjoy being caned. I haven’t been caned for just over a year.

Now I’m grinning and floating and happy (and utterly smug – have you seen those stripes? They feel amazing). I’m a very lucky Honey.


Sinful Sunday

19 Replies to “The “trouble” with getting older…”

  1. You look amazing too. I don’t think I could take as many cane strokes but am glad that you were able to and that it made you feel so good. Your stiles are fantastic and a very happy Birthday 😊

  2. A happy birthday indeed. That is plenty of caning. Of course, “older” is just a state of mind (I keep telling myself as I stumble towards decrepitude) but let’s just say with numbers like mine I’m glad to still be the one holding the cane! 🙂

  3. Omg, your writing in combination with this picture made me smile because I enjoy that you got to enjoy this, and how the trouble of getting older is a good thingin this case, really, haha

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