The choice is yours

I woke up this morning, pulled back the covers to check my tits were still attached, i was pretty sure from the state of them, yellow, bruised and vivid red welts over them, when going to bed last night that they was going to drop off....yeah slight exaggeration about the dropping off!

It all started very innocently while having a shower, ok maybe not so innocent being as it was a shower of the golden variety but anyways its pretty much the norm for us that, after relieving himself, he tells me to hurry up get showered and then i can have a  caning....yay.

I make sure im completely dry, i love a caning, but cane on wet skin ouchies and not in a nice way, he is waiting, cane in hand, "tits or ass first?, you choose" oh.  Im not so keen on a caning on the tits, plus im close to that time of the month and more sensative, not that this concerns him in the slightest, but i choose tits first, my reasoning being get the worst over with first.

"please may i have a warm up Sir?"

"No"

He has me kneel beside him, "Tell me when your ready for each stroke"...oh geez, you know i dont like this game, but i ready myself, hands under my tits offering them up, his hand grabs my hair to pull my head back....so there is no obstruction, whap it strikes down hard, and i turn grabbing onto his legs, catching my breath.

And so it continues, feels much longer than it actually was and its hurting a lot, i just want to cuddle my poor beaten boobies, hoping for a reprieve before he moves on but thats not happening, "bend over" figure that asking for a warm up is pointless.

I love the cane, i do, but i struggle with it when a) there is no warm-up and b) i much prefer to be tied down, it just helps me to get into that mindset of accepting it because i cant do anything to avoid it..again he instructs me to ask for the strokes.  The first one has me falling forward, grasping the bedcovers, screaming into them, i turn to look at him, pleading that its too hard, just get that 'look' and resign myself to the inevitable.

Over with, i sprawl across the bed, im done..but he isnt "choose an item from the box, anything you would like, your choice"

Im grinning like the cheshire cat......what will i choose, decisions, decisions!