Are you fascinated by the thought of a judicial caning? Is the idea of a punishment in which you cede complete control something that draws you? Do you crave a level of severity you’ve not previously experienced? Then perhaps a judicial punishment at the hands of Miss Brown is for you.
Imagine the scene: you arrive at Miss Brown’s premises at the appointed hour having previously agreed in telephone and email discussions what is to transpire. You know there will be no safe word; once the punishment is started it will continue to its conclusion. There will be no discussion, no negotiation, no mercy.
The door opens and you are admitted. Immediately, there in the hallway, you are curtly instructed to strip naked. You are asked whether you need to use the toilet and are accompanied to do so. The complete lack of privacy begins to give you some idea of how different this is to a normal session. Once finished you are led back into the hall, cuffed and left to stand outside the punishment room until the time for the execution of sentence arrives. You hear no sounds from within. The silence is broken only by the sound of your heart beating and the throbbing of blood in your temples. It seems to last a lifetime. You earnestly want to get it over with and yet you’re already beginning to wonder what you’ve got yourself into.
Suddenly the door opens and Miss Brown gestures for you to enter. No words are spoken. You are led to the punishment bench and silently directed to mount it. You are strapped into position at your calves, thighs, waist and wrists. You cannot move. There is no way to protect your bottom from what is to follow. Miss Brown speaks only to announce your sentence.
In my case I had been sent by my wife for punishment. “Your sentence is 36 strokes of the judicial punishment cane.” I heard the rattle as the cane was extracted from its resting place. A low humming whistle as Miss Brown slashed it through the air in preparation confirmed that this was, indeed, a formidably heavy cane. This was confirmed when it tapped me two or three times before being withdrawn, only to be lashed into my waiting buttocks with all the strength Miss Brown could muster.
“One”, she intoned coldly.
I am accustomed to severe canings but this was something else again. I could not believe the pain. My breath seemed to be knocked out of my body. I began to pant, desperately trying to regain control of my breathing. My mind was racing. “How am I going to get through this? How can I stop it? Perhaps Miss Brown will take mercy on me.” As if in answer, the cane lashed in again, seemingly penetrating my flesh to the bone and sending shock waves up my body.
“Two.”
And so it went on. I quickly lost count, praying that I was further through my ordeal than was the case. Each time I entertained this thought I was brought back to earth by Miss Brown’s announcement of that stroke’s number.
And so it went on. I had thought in advance that so many strokes with a heavy cane might lead to a relieving numbness but it was not to be. Such is Miss Brown’s skill and accuracy that she is able to vary her aiming points. Every time I thought that successive strokes on the same spot were dulling the sharpness of the pain, the assault switched to a new part of the target.
Miss Brown caned me with a steady rhythm, systematically welting my cheeks from their tops to the crease where thigh joins bottom. I have no idea how long I was over that bench or what the interval between strokes was. For however long it lasted, nothing else existed in the world except my bottom, the cane, Miss Brown’s voice tracking the progress of my sentence and my gasping attempts to control my breathing.
And then, suddenly, it was over. I lay spent on the punishment bench, soaked with sweat and breathing heavily. My buttocks felt as though they had been simultaneously roasted and shredded. There was blood too, seeping from the hard corrugations raised by the cane. Miss Brown cleaned up my bottom before unfastening my bonds. Now in her caring post-punishment persona she helped me to dismount. I was light headed and my legs would not initially support my weight. I had to be helped to the sofa where I sat oblivious to the discomfort that might otherwise have led me to remain standing.
I was afforded as much time as I needed to recover while being plied with hot sweet tea and sugary snacks. Eventually I was sufficiently restored to leave, now somewhere on cloud nine. My wounds took a month or more to heal and there were still traces of the cane some two months later.
Would I do it again? I’m not sure. Be under no illusion that it’s a challenging way to session. Certainly, you should not contemplate such a session on a first meeting with anyone. If you choose to try it is important to ensure that you are in experienced hands. At no point in what was, by any measure, an exacting experience, did I feel unsafe. I was confident that Miss Brown knew what she was doing, could read my reactions and had my welfare at heart.
What an evocative account! You can almost feel the strokes!
More seriously, this should prove really helpful to anyone considering venturing into the world of judicial punishment. If you’ve visited Miss Brown, you’ll recognise many of the elements here. You’ll already know her skill and accuracy with the cane and the power she seems to be able to generate with minimal effort. Imagine those features elevated to judicial level; and delivered without the slightest hint of leniency or any chance of it stopping before the sentence is complete.
Scary and exciting at the same time!
Have read this testimonial a number of times; it’s beautifully written. I’m soon to be positioned over that blissful caning bench and I cannot wait. For me, the cane is the epitome of sensual corporal punishment – to be at the mercy of Miss Brown’s gorgeous canes and her perfect aim is the pure dream. Each stroke being almost more than I can take, yet the sensation of being made love to by dozens of cane-kisses, dozens of thick, juicy scarlet cane welts drives me absolutely wild. Roll on summons date!
I agree with Mark B that this is an excellent account of a genuine judicial style thrashing. It was particularly interesting to hear that the victim was ordered to report to Miss Brown and that the beating was organised by his wife. I suspect that he was probably caught engaging in some kind of unacceptable or chauvinistic behaviour to justify such a severe punishment. Miss Brown would have probably had a great deal of sympathy for his wife but absolutely none for the culprit. In cases such as this a strict female disciplinarian will often consider it her moral duty to punish a male victim without the slightest concern for his howling or crying. As the old saying goes “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” and I am sure that Miss Brown gave him exactly what he deserved.
Although I have endured several Judicial thrashings over the years I have never yet experienced one at the hands of Miss Brown. I would very much like to visit her but I am genuinely terrified of being caned by her judicial style and on my bare bottom. Having seen her in action on several video clips I know that her reputation for severity is second to none and fully justified. She is not only tall but also very athletic and seems to prefer using canes that are long and thick. The above testimonial confirms this but also confirms that she administers her strokes with a great deal accuracy and venom. To be on the receiving end of such strokes with no chance of reprieve or mercy must be a truly horrendous experience.
For me, the worst thing about any thrashing is the utter despair that comes from knowing that you have already had enough but that there are still many more strokes yet to come. This is the moment of true discipline and the point when a punishment fantasy becomes nightmare reality. It is only the strokes which are received after you have reached your limit which invoke feelings of genuine remorse.
In any Judicial thrashing a true disciplinarian will never forget that the culprit has earned his punishment and as such he thoroughly deserves it. It is his own bad behaviour which has led him to be in this position and as a responsible female it is her duty to break his spirit. The best way to achieve this is by reducing a culprit to sobbing tears. In my view no man can feel truly sorry for his actions unless he is made to howl and cry during his punishment. For most men (myself included) sobbing is the undeniable evidence of emotional submission and it is only the strokes which are received through tear filled eyes which teach men to respect and admire the wonderful ladies who administer them.
Totally agree !
I know I will not experience full forgiveness nor regain the trust of my wife until I submit to something similar.
She has already told me she wants me to suffer but cannot bring herself to really ‘ lay it on ‘ even although we indulge in spanking role play.
Well written account of what one might expect. Scary. I enjoy being caned. No, I enjoy the thought of being caned and the memories after but the pain of the strokes … probably not. No way could I take 36 strokes like that though and how could I hide the marks?
The anonymous account is indeed intriguing, but scary at the same time. I have endured hour long sessions by my lovely wife, who administers them somewhat reluctantly, although she has drawn blood twice, but I am not sure that I could endure a judicial caning with a heavy cane by Strictly Miss Brown.
I have had two canings from Miss Brown, the second being a cp session culminating with 36 hard strokes of the cane. She is the best at what she does, in my experience. I have now requested a judicial caning for my next visit. I am looking forward to it – kind of!
Good luck!
A brilliant account of the most daunting punishment.
May I ask what was the reaction of your wife upon examining your souvenirs. Was she suitably gratified ? Any sympathy for you at all ?
Did she send her thanks to the exceptional skills of Miss Brown ?
Having read ‘Anon’s’ account of his judicial caning several times, I contacted Miss Brown about undergoing such a punishment.
We agreed that I should visit her for a similar sort of punishment with some of her more severe implements. Although it will not be as hard as a true and genuine judicial punishment, it will nevertheless be a very strict and hard to take punishment. It will follow almost the same procedures that “Anon” went through, stripped naked, toilet supervision and hands cuffed whilst awaiting entrance to the punishment room, etc.
I am both dreading and anticipating some painful satisfaction during this session but I know that I’m now at an age where, if I don’t take this first step, I will probably never make it for a genuine judicial punishment caning.
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