"I want to extend your limits, darling," Crystal told me several days later. "Will you agree to that?" She never asks me that unless she has a plan for me that she hasn't told me about, and the rewards from her are always exquisite. The fact that she asked me is a formality that we agreed to early on. I knew that the discipline session would be rigorous, and the objective is to extend my endurance and submission to her.

I looked in her loving eyes and immediately said, "Yes, Crystal."

"Good. Let's get started. I want you to take all your clothes off and bend over the desk. I'll be there in a few minutes and we'll start."

My heart raced as I shed my clothes. The rules that we follow for an extended limits session are that I'm supposed to take all that she gives me without getting out of position. If I do get out of position, Crystal adds penalty strokes after she has finished with what she would have given me. She decides how much to add. I leaned across the desk, knowing that my bottom would be sore for several days hence.

Crystal returned with a leather tawse. She had changed clothes, and always dresses in a way that I find erotic. This time she wore a white shirt with buttons in the front, black shorts, bare legs, black shoes and white socks.

"Ready, darling?"

"Yes Ma'am." This was also part of our ritual.

Crystal delivered twelve hot, powerful swats across my bare bottom and pranced around to where I could see her, and back behind me again. I took them fairly well. Likewise with the second, third, and fourth dozens. The fifth dozen was a struggle, and I held on to the edge of the desk tightly, lest I get out of position. As Crystal continued to apply the strap, I reacted to the hot swats with a brief but raucous shout. I knew that she was getting intensely aroused.

After she applied a few dozen more strokes, she shifted her position. I braced myself for what I knew was coming. She got directly behind me, and rapidly applied the strap in a continuous forehand-backhand manner. This is the most difficult part of a strapping from Crystal - the strap bites into the tender part of the bottom more toward the side of each cheek, and the rapid pace assures me a most difficult struggle to stay in position.

It was then that I did two things that I did not want to do - first, I pleaded with her to stop, while frantically kicking my legs and twisting. She did not pause or slow down, however, and after more endless swats, I bolted upright and shouted, "OH! I can't..."

"You've just earned extra, my love," she said sweetly. "Get back over there now."

With fresh resolve I leaned over and gripped the other edge of the desk and waited for her to continue.

"I should make you take them without moving AT ALL, but that's for some other time," she cooed. "You know that I love you, don't you darling?"

"Yes Ma'am," I groaned.

"And you're not going to get out of position again, are you?"

"No Ma'am," I replied with a note of uncertainty.

Crystal resumed the intense forehand-backhand application of the strap. After several swats I resumed my kicking and twisting. The fiery swats were too much and I stood up again.

"Ooh, you must like this," she remarked.

"You're just trying to force me to do this!" I replied.

"No, darling," she said tenderly. "You're extending your limits, and doing really well. Now I want you to get back over and stay put for twenty more strokes. Can you do that?"

"... Yes Ma'am..."

Those twenty swats were the most severe yet, but since I knew when she'd stop, I was able to stay bent over, although I still yelled and twisted. Crystal said I could stand up for a few moments after that. I felt as though I had been pressed beyond my endurance. But that is the purpose of extending limits - taking the recipient up to, and somewhat past, what they think they can take, in a firm and loving manner.

She returned with a rattan school cane and said that it was time to take care of the penalty strokes for getting out of position. I surmised that she was intensely aroused by this time, and she had taken off her shorts and shirt, and was wearing only her panties, shoes and socks.

"Over you go, my love. That's it... Hold on to the other end of the desk and don't let go. I want you to stick your bottom out for these. Yes, arch your back... more... more still, I want your bottom nicely presented. That's it. Like that. Stay just like that!"

Crystal took her place and tapped the cane a few times on my sore and well-strapped bottom. Then with a sudden flick of her wrist she whipped a blazing stroke against my waiting backside.

"Ahh! OH! Ohhh!" I shouted, and kicked my legs.

She paused several seconds. Then... whippp!

"OH! Ahhh! Ooooh!"

She waited for my twisting to stop.

"Come on! Stick your bottom out there! More! Okay. You're going to take every stroke like that, understand, darling?"

"Yes Ma'am..."

Whippp!

"OWW! OH! Ow-Ow-Ow!"

She kept on whipping like that, and reminded me that she had to make the consequences of getting out of position unpleasant enough so that I'd have a strong motivation to avoid it in the future. The caning seemed to go on interminably, and the intensity of the strokes was enhanced by the previous strapping. I must have gotten about two dozen before she stopped.

She tried to soothe the pain with cool washcloths and skin cream. My bottom was a mass of red and purple, with raised weals from the caning. I knew I'd literally have trouble sitting comfortably for a few days, and I'd be sore for several days after that.

Crystal then said that she was going to move in with me for at least a week and a half, during which I could have her any time, and any way that I wanted, as often as I wanted, and that she would never say no.

We started that time in the evening, and I experienced many delights with her, some of them new, some of them involving "toys". It was enlightening for both of us how sensuously and delightfully submissive she could be. Like a seasoned dance partner, she always knew what move to make, and how much resistance to offer during every one of the maneuvers that I put her through, even the ones we had not experienced before. Our bond of attachment to each other deepened during that time, which I think was one of her goals before the events of the following couple of weeks afterward.