And, if you now have qualms about breaching barriers, then you forgot you once did it all the time.
When you were a child playing on the swings, you were told to be very careful, yet you always swung higher and higher until fear of falling was the thrill that propelled you. And you're still the same. You just need a recharge.
Because I agree that 'your effort becomes your capacity' I stretch the perimeters in increments. This means if your bare bottom is used to ten strokes of the cane, it's given twenty. Thirty lashes of a thick leather belt become forty and prepare for fifty blows of a wood paddle to your sore and crimsome behind to be sixty. In addition, rather than laying over my knee, you may be bent over a bench, told to hold your ankles in a corner, or put on all fours to receive your Spanking.
But now that you've learned to push past your limits, boundaries are a thing of the past as you confidently stride toward achieving perfection.
Sometimes rules are made to be broken.
Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane