I had contacted Lady Pandora after watching her interview on TV where I had been fascinated by her discussion of a judicial caning. She described how this was given, and how it differed in both severity and the lack of a safeword. I was curious about the whole idea – in the past my many canings and spankings had always been done with an agreed safeword (not that I had ever had to use it, but it was always there in case). How would I get on without a safeword to fall back on, and could I take such a severe caning? I was further intrigued when I checked out the equipment shown on the website, and the testimonials already given. I ached to try it out, but was apprehensive that it might not be what I expected, or might ruin my love of the cane forever. Finally I decided I would take the plunge; I reckoned I could just about get through it.

My previous contact with Lady Pandora over a period of some months convinced her that I knew what CP was about and would be able to take a full Judicial Caning. We agreed a date and time, and a summons was sent. On reading it, I realised I had taken on a lot. We had agreed on 24 strokes of the Singapore cane to be given with full force and no mercy. Lady Pandora reserved the right to add extra strokes in groups of six if she was not convinced of the sincerity of my repentance. As I read through the document I began to shake – the reality of what was going to happen began to set in as I wrote my confession.

For 2 days prior to the appointment I was unable to sleep properly and my mind wandered with anticipation of what the scene would be like. As the day itself arrived I was counting down the hours to the 12 o’clock appointment. I arrived and was shown in with a business-like greeting and told to go straight through to the punishment room. Here I sighted the dreaded caning bench for the first time, with its restraint straps. Lady Pandora followed me into the room, her heels sounding on the wooden floor. “Hands out of your pockets”. I stood in front of her desk as she read through the documents of my punishment, trying not to tremble with anticipation. Lady Pandora was disgusted with my crimes. She sentenced me to 24 strokes of the cane, and instructed me to remove my clothing to whatever level I was comfortable with. I began to strip. Shoes, socks, shirt, trousers, all came off to leave me standing in just a pair of tight fitting girls panties (part of my crime involved my wearing of girls knickers).

Lady Pandora was distinctly unimpressed that I should turn up dressed that way, and told me that I had done nothing to help my case so far. I was put on to the caning bench in my knickers, and strapped tightly into place. There would be no escape, very little movement possible once all the straps were tightened. I could hear Lady Pandora walking around on the wooden floor behind me, then felt her pulling my knickers down. She placed the cane in front of me and left the room, saying that when she returned the punishment would commence. I waited patiently, tugging at my bonds to see if there was any way to escape should I need to. There wasn’t a slightest chance. I lay there awaiting Lady Pandora’s return, hearing her moving around in the kitchen, wondering at which point she would return.

Finally the door opened and I knew my time was near. Lady Pandora walked around me and picked up the cane from in front of me. She was smiling wickedly and after a final adjustment to my panties she announced stroke one. She stood to my left to align the cane with my naked bottom, drew it back and brought it down across my flesh with a fearsome amount of force. For a couple of seconds after I heard the impact I felt nothing, then a searing hot fire began to spread across my bum, rising in intensity over a period of 10 or 15 seconds. It hurt, but I had expected worse, and began to think I might get through this without too much trouble.

After about a minute Lady P announced stroke two and lined up the cane again – bang! It hit with full force, again building to a crescendo of pain over 20 seconds. Still not too bad in fact, harsh but not unbearable, the erection trapped within my knickers telling me I was definitely enjoying this. As Lady P moved around I dared to look at her. She lined up for the next stroke after allowing time for the previous one to sink in and announced stroke three. I watched this time as she pulled back the cane to shoulder height and brought it down with full force again. This time the pain rose higher as contact was made with the already bruised flesh, and I realised I might just be in for a bad time after all. At 6 strokes I was beginning to really feel it and starting to doubt the wisdom of allowing myself to be tied helpless and naked to the bench.

I was starting to regret what I had done, and it took a lot of effort not to scream out as the next 6 strokes landed. I was offered water through a straw whilst remaining tied to the bench, and tried to make light of the thrashing I was receiving. I joked with Lady P that turning up still wearing girl’s knickers had been a big mistake, and asked if she was enjoying what she was doing. That’s good, I said, at least one of us is enjoying it. That’s when I realised I had fallen for Lady P’s trap, and as we approached stroke 24 she announced that it looked like I had learned nothing in the way of a lesson so far and she would be adding extra groups of 6 strokes until I began to show some respect.

This was bad as I had really reached my limit by now, and as I received my first extra stroke (given much harder than some of the previous strokes) I cried out in pain. Lady P laughed as I lay there in agony. “Not so clever now, are we young man”. In total I took another 3 groups of 6 strokes, making 42 in total, by which time I was feeling pretty sore and wondering just how many more strokes I could take. After the final stroke I looked around at Lady Pandora and thanked her for a wonderful caning. She smiled back at me and told me I had taken it very well. It felt wonderful to lie there still restrained across the bench, and we chatted for the next couple of minutes like that. I didn’t want to be released (I love bondage anyway), but eventually it was time for the straps to come off and my clothes to go back on.

Tea and a discussion about CP followed, which I really enjoyed as I find the whole subject fascinating. Lady P was in no rush to get rid of me, and the whole session lasted a good two hours. What did I think of the experience? Well, I loved it for sure, it was hard to get through, but very, very satisfying as an achievement. I had taken a full blown judicial caning of 42 strokes and had pictures (and a sore bum) to prove it. But think very carefully before agreeing to partake in this scenario. Unless you know you can take on a really heavy and harsh session you should stick to something lighter. This was, after all, meant to be a serious thrashing.

John

Lady Pandora's Reply

Through detailed and lengthy correspondence prior to the appointment, I had been able to ascertain that John had extensive experience of CP and was fully aware of the effects, both physical and psychological. I therefore eventually agreed to carry out a Judicial punishment on our first meeting.

John arrived and, throughout the interview, was extremely arrogant. Whilst he admitted his guilt and was very quick to agree with the "wrongness" of his crimes, he seemed rather too proud and boastful. As agreed beforehand, he was sentenced to 24 strokes, with additional sets of six administered until I was satisfied he had learned the error of his ways; I knew there would be more than one additional set of six!

When John removed his clothing, my suspicions of his being unrepentant were confirmed. He stood in front of me, in ladies's knickers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Not for long though.

The first two strokes delivered were hard, but not full force. I could see him lying there, thinking the whole session would be a piece of cake. The third stroke, therefore, took him by surprise and he gave a little gasp. I had ruffled his feathers and it was showing.

When we were half way through the original punishment, John had some water and then proceeded to make small talk with me; even going so far as to joke about the punishment he was receiving. Naturally, I let him whitter on, digging the hole he was already in deeper and deeper with every word.

John's relief on reaching 24 strokes was evident, as was his dismay - tinged with pleasure - when I announced that I would be continuing the punishment with additional strokes. I knew he wasn't too far from his limit, but see no point in a true punishment session if those limits are not pushed or extended slightly; this also adds to the feeling of achievement.

At 12 additional strokes John was beginning to struggle. I then announced that he would take a final six strokes. The relief was quite palpable, although he took the whole punishment very well, as do the majority of people. When I had finished, I patched him up and we had a cup of tea and a very good chat. He left with the warning that the marking would look an awful lot worse once the bruising came out, before it started to look better.

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