Today's discipline is a matter of simple maintenance, essential to the smooth running of every household. Madam M will explore one of her favourites and the most exquisite expressions of control: the cane. A selection of traditional rattan canes has been chosen — each with its own weight, flex, and voice.

Today's submissive waits to be called; without fuss, his body is well versed in the extremes of the cane. He is simply secured to the spanking bench, limbs stretched, exposed and ready. A quick hard spanking to warm the flesh. There is no need for further instruction; his place is understood. This is not punishment. Nor is it play. It is something deeper — a ritual, a connection forged through p*in.

The rhythm of the cane, the reactions it draws, the marks it leaves... all speak the language shared between sadist and masochist. It is primal, beautiful, and utterly uncompromising.

Madam M takes her time, delivering each stroke with precision. She watches the muscles twitch, the breath hitch, and the skin bloom beneath her attention.

There is no chaos here — only control. The p*in is pure, as is his desire that accepts it.

Groans mix with the unmistakable whistle and cr*ck of rattan in motion.

Madam M is in her element wielding her cane. There are no theatrics, no distractions. Just the truth of what they are. He s*ffers because it pleases her. He endures because he must. And Madam M canes him because it pleases her.