I have canceled my tour to Melbourne — in fact, I never booked tickets as its still a few weeks away. I’m so sad that I’ll miss my favourite clients and I had a sexy couples session booked where the female was keen to explore some pain play whilst her husband learned some tricks to excite her. I had booked my entire tour around this! Worth a flight down definitely. Sadly it looks like I’ll be refunding their deposit in full.

Sydney clients and regulars I will continue to see at my Inner West dungeon or outcalls to your home. Please ensure you take your own temperature before you leave home, and I will promise to do the same. Showers will include real soap! None of this silky bodywash stuff… and of course there is infinite opportunity to cancel if you think you have symptoms of any sort.

I propose these measures because my business is so low volume that I know each and every one of my clients very well. (I would say intimately but its a dirty word at the moment!) It would be great if business could continue as usual however I know most are put out in at least some way. Some are fearful of public transport, sone completely out of work and some are completely in isolation, and thus unable to generate income.

A 100% safe way to amuse yourself whilst in isolation is through buying kinky clips on my manyvids.com site! I was planning on making a bunch of new content whilst in Melbourne however I”m now stuck at home and its not a) ideal and b) making me feel sexy!

Today I have a caning session booked with a long term regular who was excited by my judicial caning on manyvids and wanted to book ASAP. I defered the session to today so I could have time to heal the stripes I received during that film. Its been 2.5 weeks and I still have marks!

As university has now all gone online, I will hopefully get some more time to blog. Unfortunately, I’m usually heading to the UK around this time or Italy. I’m feeling nostalgic for London and all my spankee/ caning enthusiast friends over there. Thank god for twitter! I was chuffed to hear from Miss Brown who wished my Master a happy birthday.

I’ve just finished my first term test for philosophy yesterday so can relax from study for a while. Has anyone read Albert Camus ‘The Plague’? Apparently a very poignant novel by everyone’s favourite existentialist writer. Its been recommended to me but I don’t have a copy — if you do can you please lend it to me?

Well, thats all for now. Please be safe, wash your hands (20 seconds!), self isolate when possible and look out for your elderly neighbours who may need help. And remember the bushfire victims who still need our help.

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So what is a judicial caning? It is a public punishment set by a government for an offence committed. The idea is that the convict is to stand in front of the victims as penance for their crime. The convict is first to address the crowd and confess their crime publicly before being strapped down to a bench. Once in the place, with bottom presented bare and high, the Sargent begins to carry out the sentence.  Every 30 seconds the convict is forced to receive the strokes which are brutal and hard with no warm-up.

This was my second judicial caning ever, and was a real learning curve with relation to production. It’s not very easy to organise a group of people after having taken a judicial punishment! I hope to make similar movies in the future with female disciplinarians and have already as Mistress Servalan and Mistress Electra. Fingers crossed they come to fruition.

Post filming I had to take 2 weeks off work as my bottom is (still) very cut up. Its exciting the response from my sadist clients when I post something like this however I had to turn down one booking to allow more time to heal. I love caning and being caned and the scene in Australia is very small so I really do cherish those few clients I have as regulars.

After being read my rights and convicted of 24 heavy strokes my Master bent me over the whipping stool and secured my hands and feet. I had been reading up on Judicial punishment play and everyone lists the first stroke as the worst. I had no such anxiety at all – merely an air of excitement as I was about to prove to my Sir that I can take as much as he wants to give.

The first stroke landed and it was a familiar crack, one that I knew so well and thoroughly enjoyed. I thought this may not be as difficult as I had imagined. Thirty seconds in between seems like a lot more time that I usually get when being caned however I’ve usually had a warm up and already somewhat floating in the right zone. I was determined to be the perfect slave so I focussed on not moving an inch. By the 5th stroke it was starting to smart and the time between no longer felt like a long time. I wanted my Master to praise me for the good job I was doing by keeping completely still, he knows this type of punishment is hard for me. I had to count each stroke and thank him.  With each deep cut it became harder and harder to oxygenate my lungs and choke out the required 4 words. At stroke 6 I began to cry. Master was thrashing me with all his might and my feelings were hurt as I realised this was no fantasy, this was an actual reality and I was alone. In the early days my tears were an indication that I was crossing over into endorphin territory and full submission. These were the days when my Master didn’t love me – I was just another slave being used for his enjoyment. I would bawl my eyes out while he beat me and we both loved it. These days when I cry in session it’s a reaction to the level of the discipline, an indicator that I’m being really challenged. No longer do I wriggle around or disobey his orders. I am completely subservient to his wishes as I know he is to mine. There is no water in these tears, no substance, because I am not sad I am merely managing my pain so I can take it as hard as he wants to give it.

After stroke 12 the realisation that I was half way there motivated me. The point of no return. My usual coping mechanisms such as visualisations, meditations and mantras were not working. I stared at a speck of dust on the floor hoping to open up a portal to elsewhere but no such luck, not today with these strokes like a baseball bat thumping one to outfield, taking my breath from me. Still no drop, I am completely present. I tried to induce it by recreating the effects, eyes rolling, breathing slowing. Nothing would work, the strokes were just too hard and there was no escalating warm up to ease me in. I could not surrender.

Being so conscious it felt like blood was dripping down the backs of my burning thighs.

Stroke 20, 21 and 22 I got my groove back and even enjoyed some of them. Stroke 23 I knew precluded the most fierce of all. 24 landed with a whirling crack right in the sweet spot. I lay still, completely prone as I had been throughout. Trumpets did not sound nor confetti fall. There was no medal ceremony- this win was all my own and completely internal.

My Master is relentless. He is the hardest caner I have met. He knows I can take it and he never holds back. In fact the harder the stroke the more enjoyable it is for me as long as its from someone whom I know I can trust with my life. While I have many Masters this Master is also my lover and I am the luckiest slave on earth to be treated to such an intense scene by someone who shares my passions – as odd as they may be.

After my intense beating he led me upstairs and made love to me. Another ending could have been that I was dragged half dead upstairs and raped and abused – a brutal ending to a brutal scene but both absolutely get me off.

1. me napping while Master snaps my marks 2 days later.
2. taking my stripes to the beach for all to see!
3. bent over the whipping stool awaiting the first stroke.
4. After 24 of the best.