When I first started out over 3 years ago, all of this fetish stuff was new to me. I knew nothing, unlike these days, now I know what BDSM stands for, and a few other things, but am still very much a newbie all things considered.
Anyway, because I didn't know what I liked and what I didn't, I wanted to experience different things, see things, etc. The one thing I knew I did like was to be given an open hand spanking, not hard enough to bruise, not even hard enough to stay red/pink for more than 30 minutes or so. Yes, I am light weight. I can and do dish it out when requested, but can't take it, lol. Anyway, moving on....
I was so new, I didn't have any limits because I didn't know what limits were or what they were for, lol. Lucky for me, the people I was playing with are well versed, highly educated, and mighty experienced in medical fetishism and BDSM/spanking etc.
So, Steve-o suggested a few different spanking implements and I got to pick out which one I wanted to try first. They have racks and shelves of everything you could ever want to be spanked with. So after a few minutes of looking things over, taking into consideration that I am not a pain slut, and using what I thought was logic, I picked what what I thought looked like the least painful item. A cane.
Steve-o being the nice guy that he is even explained to me the different sensations I might experience depending on the location of where the cane would land. He let me pick it's destination, which I chose slightly lower than center.
He said he would only hit me once, then if I wanted more he would continue till I said stop. He also said that he would start out on the lighter side, and I honestly believe that he did, although I didn't know then, and still don't know now if there is a lighter side to a canning, lol.
I watched him pull his arm back. I remember thinking to my self, 'this shouldn't be too bad' because he only pulled his arm away from me about a foot maybe, maybe a foot an a half. Then he torqued his wrist back, I'm guessing to give the cane a more of a whipping action as apposed to a straight on blunt action, then he told me to put my elbows on the table and look straight ahead.
Like an obedient and good Doobie I did as I was told. A split second later, I heard a slight whistle of the cane as it broke the air between it and my fanny, and then a whipping snap sound as it landed on my cheeks exactly where he promised me it would.
Almost instantaneously with the sound came the searing red hot pain/sting from the cane. My knees buckled slightly, and I had to gasp for a breath. After a few hard pants, trying to catch my breath, I was able to stand back up straight. The pain was not subsiding much either, but I was able to catch my breath only because your body does a good job at sending out endorphins and a quick shot of adrenalin to help you cope with the pain so in case you are in real danger, you can get your whits about you, think clearly, and protect yourself. It's basically the fight or flight reflex.
So, tush still on fire, stinging like mad, but able to breath normally and think clearly, Steve-o asked me how I felt, and if I wanted some more. My reply, "you had better NEVER come at me again with that thing. And hell no I don't want any more!"
Getting one swat with that cane was absolutely the worst pain I have ever felt in my whole life, and I have had two kids if that tells you anything. I had a cane mark on my fanny for about 3 or 4 days I believe, and for the first two days after the canning, the memories came flooding back each and every time I sat down.
I really really enjoy a good old fashion OTK open hand, bare butt spanking. I like it to sting, and get to the point when I need it to stop because it's getting to be too much. I like to be spanked because obviously it's a turn on. But on a psychological level, it's way deeper for me than just a sexual thing, it makes me accountable for my actions, puts me in my place, and in a sense, allows me to forgive myself for the things that I have done wrong, even if no one else knows about them but me.
That cane however did absolutely nothing for me sexually, was way too painful to even consider getting any kind of enjoyment, and on a psychological level, it scared me so much, and still does when I see one that without even knowing it, I start getting red faced, get sweaty palms, and before I even realize it, I am either backing into a corner, or backing to the exit. Not even joking. Again, it's my body's fight or flight instinct kicking in and telling me that flight is the best option in this situation.
So, after a way too long post, the most painful implement I have ever experienced, and will ever experience is the cane, or as I like to call it, "Satin's finger".