I am greatly indebted to Miss Brown for inviting me to contribute a series of guest blogs for her website, the only condition being that they must be CP-related (but of course!). I love writing, especially about CP, so my huge thanks to Miss Brown, with whom I regularly share wonderful times indulging in our mutual love of CP.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter (@andy6red) will know from my avi, header and tweets that my particular ‘fetish’ is the cane. What you will not know is that over the last 20 years I have spent many hours researching the history of the cane as a means of discipline in homes, schools and judicially in both the UK and in many other countries. The material I’ve collected now stands at many hundreds of pages, way too big to publish in full. Additionally, given the material is taken from books and websites, there would be copyright issues to consider. However, there are some wonderful stories within the material, and these will feature significantly in these blog posts.One of the difficulties when making my collection was distinguishing between fact and fiction. So much CP/BDSM writing centres on people’s imagination and fantasies. I have no problem with fantasies, we all have them, but the essential purpose of my research was to build a factual account of the use of the cane from the late 19th century through to the latter part of the 20th. Consequently finding mentions and accounts within non-CP sources such as autobiographies and newspapers was especially valuable.
For starters, let’s think about the cane itself – something I do a lot! Along with many other devotees I regard it as the Queen of disciplinary implements, with an aura that sets it apart from all others. Why the Queen and not the King? That’s simple to answer. As a heterosexual male CP is an aspect of my sexuality, thus in my mind the cane is female, not least because it is an extension of the woman using it. A former play partner used to refer to cane strokes as her kisses. A caning, properly administered, is an expression of a mutual desire for pain and pleasure, of the caner’s skill and enthusiasm, and of her care for me.
Placing the cane as the supreme CP implement is due in no small part to the inherent properties of rattan, of which there are over 200 varieties. Strictly speaking rattan is not a cane at all, it is a reed. Densely packed fibres run through the length of each stem, and it is these that provide such strength and flexibility. In use rattan acts like a whip, unlike bamboo, which ironically is a cane (botanically), but is hollow, stiff, brittle and totally unsuitable for CP use since it can snap, with the danger of its razor-sharp edges causing serious injury. Confusing rattan and bamboo, as still happens even within CP circles, irks me hugely! Because it is a natural product, every rattan cane is unique, which I believe adds to its allure. It is why I have no time for ‘canes’ made from delrin or any of the similar acetates. Why settle for plastic roses when you can have the beautiful blooms of nature?
Among cane connoisseurs there is a perennial debate about thin and whippy or thick and thuddy. We each have our own preference. But which hurts more? I guess the short answer is the one being used on you at the moment! However, a more definitive answer is impossible, and all we can say confidently is that the sensation is different. The thinner the cane the higher its pitch as it cuts the air, the sharper its sting and the more it is likely to cut the skin when used with sufficient force. Thicker canes are less sharp but have a deeper impact, more likely to bruise than cut. Additionally, canes of the dragon variety, in which the fibres are even more densely packed than kooboo (the most commonly-used variety for punishment canes) create a more intense effect with a powerful combination of sting and penetration. The length of the rod is also a factor. The cane arcs in flight, with the tip ‘catching up’ a millisecond after the lower part of the rod has landed. It has been estimated that the tip can be travelling at a speed of up to 200 m.p.h when it lands; no wonder it hurts! The longer the cane the greater its capacity to arc and whip. It also makes it somewhat harder to maintain accuracy, though specialists such as Miss Brown consistently manage to do so, as you will know if you’ve visited her study!
It is the unique qualities of the rattan cane that account for its popularity as a disciplinary implement and why it became the punishment of choice in English schools for almost a century. I’ll refer more to this story in greater detail in future blogs. For now, however, let me return to the theme of the cane as the Queen of CP implements. From their outset and throughout the succeeding century schools used a range of punishments – lines, detentions, loss of privileges and ‘lesser’ corporal punishments such as spanking or a rap of the ruler across the fingers. Certainly by the 1950’s – my own school years – the cane had mostly been taken out of the classroom and into the Headteacher’s study. Its use was reserved for when more serious misbehaviour had taken place. It was this that helped create its aura. A visit to the Headmaster’s / Headmistress’ office hung over us like the sword of Damocles because you knew what it would almost certainly involve. With the exception of expulsion the cane was the ‘ultimate’ punishment.
A corollary of that was the kudos gained by the recipient. Yes, the cane’s presence acted as a deterrent to misbehaviour but still we had a high regard for those who had dared to be naughty enough to receive it. Canings in my junior school were a very rare event but I remember when a girl in my class was caught trespassing in the stock room, for which the Headmistress caned her, she was regarded as a hero and became the centre of attention that day as we asked the usual questions – how many? how much did it hurt? did you cry? and so on. It occurs to me that maybe that sense of kudos remains an element in the adult CP scene. There is no particular merit in being able to take an extensive caning. We all have our own desires and limits and that’s absolutely fine, but one element of a CP session is the sense of achievement that results, whatever our own particular level. Miss Brown’s “Well done” and congratulatory embrace is a wonderful and welcome finale.
Finally for this blog, I regard the sight and sounds of the cane as things of beauty, as is fitting for a Queen! The mere sight of that slender rod produces feelings of excitement and interest. Seeing it in the hands of an expert disciplinarian adds feelings of nervous anticipation. Over 20 years ago I met a Domme in New York. A few weeks later she moved to London and invited me to her house. I sat in the garden with her and her partner as we got to know each other. Aware of my particular interest she sat with a cane in her hands and on her lap as we talked. It wasn’t used that day (but was, profusely, over the next couple of years) but that sight was the most amazing ‘tease’ and enticement. For my part I especially love the look of crook-handled canes, no doubt because they speak of the traditional school-cane. The sound of the cane is also very special – that magnificent, high-pitched swishing whine as it cuts the air is unparalleled. It is not for nothing that our punishers often make a few practice swishes before the real action begins, thereby increasing the pit of anticipation in our stomach. And let’s not forget the stunningly distinctive marks it leaves, wonderful tramline welts to enjoy over succeeding days.
I must stop. I think I need a cold shower after writing this! Thank you for reading, and watch out for more in due course.
Andrew Lines, February 2019.
Enjoyed reading your fascinating account, my school days late 60s/early 70s. As you say caning as used for the more severe offences and administered by Head (or his Deputy). The tariff was never more than 6 and there was something of an unwritten rule that owning up would gain a rebate if not a reprieve. Fun to share experiences and memories!
I find your writing pleasurable to read. Your gentle wit and sharp eye for social observations add to a great topic. I think it is extra pleasurable to read about canes used comfortably at home. Usually I am forced to think about the cane at my girlfriend’s house. Then it quickly goes beyond thinking to “these are the ones you will be feeling tonight. Kiss each one and announce that you accept whatever I choose to mete out.” It is a kind of blissful torture…. Worse when she announces the minimum number I will get. I didn’t get into that much trouble in school but now as an adult, I seem to get it very hard.
Very close to my feelings. Really like the « chat with the cane as tease »! The sound is so good as you say – I also like the dressage whip for that reason. Sadly marks are an issue for me ?. Looking forward to next blog!
Thank you for sharing some of the results of your research, as well as your reveries. Your post, and the anonymous post, make me regret that I am unlikely to have the opportunity to meet Miss Brown during this visit to London.
I do like the idea of the cane being a female implement because it is an extension of the woman using it. It is a symbol of her authority and the fact that is the ultimate means of enforcing that authority makes the term “Queen of Implements” particularly apposite. I also like the inference that as a female implement the cane is only ever used by females to chastise naughty males.
This all resonates with me because when I was at school, the cane was reserved exclusively for naughty boys. Girls never got the cane. I can tell you from experience that naughty boys hated the cane and we would all have been only too happy for it to be abolished. However, the teachers and female pupils alike enthusiastically endorsed the prevailing view of the time that the cane was essential for maintaining discipline among the boys but was never necessary for girls. I am sure the girls loved the fact the cane was there to keep us feral males in line. I often wondered if it solicited much smirking, giggling and teasing from the girls whenever a boy was “up for the cane” particularly as they watched him squirming uncomfortably on his sore cane striped bottom while sitting afterwards in class. I also suspect that the girls felt a little bit superior to us because we were subjected to the indignity of bending over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane and they weren’t. Likewise I am sure that the female teachers in particular felt grateful that they could send naughty, rumbustious, testosterone charged boys to the Headmaster to have their chauvinistic male egos sharply deflated with a stiff dose of the cane and would compare notes in the staff room about boys who had recently been caned or those who were overdue a caning. The ladies doubtless enjoyed the sense of empowerment this gave them over the opposite sex and for a younger lady teacher there must have been an undeniable frisson whenever she established her authority over a boy by ordering him to report to the Headmaster’s study, knowing that young men found it very irksome and embarrassing to be sentenced to a caning by an attractive lady not much older than themselves.
Things should not really be that much different for an adult man who is caned by his wife, girlfriend, mistress or any other female authority figure. Just as it was in school, the man in this relationship knows that the Senior Boys’ Cane is reserved exclusively for the errant males as far as Ma’am is concerned and just like his female teachers, Ma’am takes a certain pleasure in constantly reminding him that he will be caned if he breaks her strict rules and indulges in feckless, disagreeable male behavior. But unlike his Headmaster, Ma’am always makes him take his trousers and underpants down or strip completely for the cane, because she does not believe that a man is entitled to any modesty or dignity when he needs to be punished by her, nor does she want the evil sting of the cane to be spoiled by his garments. Ma’am of course remains fully clothed and likes to look her best at caning time, wearing a skirt, hosiery and heels to project an aura of refined feminine dignity and emphasize the theme of female authority. Ma’am metes out more cane strokes to her “grown up naughty boy” than the traditional six of the best administered to him as a naughty schoolboy on the premise that he is older and should know better and therefore needs to be punished more severely. Hence, a beating from Ma’am is much more painful and humiliating than the thrashings he received from his Headmaster at school and she delivers the strokes with an air of insouciant amused detachment as her naughty boy howls and writhes during the punishment, goading him for not being able to take his thrashing with more dignity and stoicism. That’s easy for her to say of course, because she is not the one on the receiving end and given that in her world the cane is a punishment reserved exclusively for bad boys, she never will experience for herself just how painful it is.
Ma’am knows just how much he hates her” Queen“ and therefore considers it to be the most potent tool in her armory, never hesitating to use it whenever necessary. She also savours how the mere mention of the word “cane” results in pitiful begging, expressions of remorse and frantic promises of better behavior, not that this ever gets him out of a caning once her mind is made up. Ma’am simply cannot imagine life without her “flexible friend” and shudders to think how much more undisciplined her man would be if the cane was not around to hold him accountable, just as it was in his school days.
Very well written! I look forward to reading more from your pen, and will remember your words when I next visit the incomparable Miss Brown for this most traditional form of correction, in that delicious moment of hearing the swish, before appreciating the sudden and breath-taking result.