Sweeeep. BAM! Mhhhhhh. Swoooooshhhh. WHAM! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Just some random sounds in the BDSM studio House or SubMission on a rainy afternoon in The Hague. No weather to be outside, but luckily for you, you are not outside, but in the house. Well, luckily …

You are tightly tied, leaning forward on the bondage bench, your legs wide and your buttocks up. The sounds of the sweeping cane have been heard for a while now, the characteristic sound while the cane cuts through the air. Depending on the distance and the force with which the Mistress strikes, it is a higher or lower pitched sound, followed every time by the chatting sound of the rattan on your skin.

Your skin, which is now red due to the many strokes it already had to endure during this punishment session. Time and time again that swishing sound, letting you know that shortly afterwards the cane will mercilessly land on your buttocks, bringing pain, burning deep as a dull, sharp pain. Shortly thereafter again followed by your scream of pain, a scream that is suffocated by the thick mouth gag that you keep inside your mouth for about 15 minutes now. You clearly notice the drool that drips down your lips and your chin, but you do not notice your stiff jaws, concentrated as you are on the pain in your buttocks. Left, then right, then left again, right again, then again on both buttocks at the same time.

At first it was bearable, although the Mistress had started with heavy blows right away. But soon it was almost impossible to endure and you screamed like a pig. Then the Mistress had it with your stupid shouts and noises and suddenly you noticed her long legs with the high heels within your field of vision. As she stood before you, she brought your head up, pulling you harsh by your hair. CLASH! A sharp faceslap made your cheek glow. “Mouth open!”, was her brief order and before you knew it you were gagged with a big ballgag. The stiletto highheels disappeared out of sight, the Mistress stood behind you like before and she was ready to resume the torture of blows. But fortunately you had had a short break, just a little time to recover, to catch your breath. Although breathing with the ballgag in was only possible through the nose… and of course the mouth gag did not predict any good.

At that moment one could still see separate lines, where the cane had hit the skin, mean and without mercy. The buttocks had been transformed into one big red area and it would not be long before the first blood could be seen. Would she go that far, your Mistress and Queen? Until blood would flow? Or would she just keep beating even further, until the whole ass would be one big bloody mass? After all, this was a punishment session, with emphasis on punishment, without any mercy. Time would tell. For the moment blow after blow stroke again already, in a rhythmic pace. Tick, tack, tick, tack. Just like the ticking of the rain outside. Luckily you are inside …