My friend Will 3

AFter the little break, as in when some cooking show that was on TV ended, he asked, "Ready for something intense?"
I smiled. "Whatever you say."
He chuckled and said, "Let's go..."
We went to the bedroom. He motioned for me to lay down, prone, face down. 
He used cuffs to restrain my wrists to the upper corners of the bed.
HE got out his canes and 

delivered powerful, hard strokes that had me yelping immediately from the first one 
And I was sobbing real tears before he finished.
He stopped and undid the cuffs on my wrists.
And he said, "I'll leave you to compose yourself, while I start a fresh pot of coffee. Come out when you're ready.
After 'a bit', I joined him in the living room, poured some coffee, and uh stood around.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Oh my spirit, yes," I said, ruefully rubbing my bottom.
"So, any ... requests?"
"Well, I've had a fantasy about being caned first while wearing my tighty whities, then on my bare bottom."
"We can do that, get 'em on, and get over that table."
So, I fetched 'em and put 'em on, and bent over the table and 

He applies sic hard strokes to the seat of my tighty whities, then took 'em down, and applied six strokes to my bare, while I yelped and moaned.
"Okay, get up..."
I did and smiled, rubbing my bottom.
"Anything else?"
"Um, Bent over the back of the couch, for a beating with a belt."
"On your tighty whities?"
"Well, no, while um naked."
He smiled. "Okay, over the back of the couch."
I took my tighty whities the rest of the way down and off, and bent over the couch ...

and he walloped my bottom with a doubled over belt, while I moaned and yelped.

"Well, enough of that.  Any other requests?"
"Well," I said, rubbing my bottom ....