Saturday, July 6, 2013

Canes and switches

Yesterday we were doing some house cleaning and in the process my Darling came across a cardboard tube with about a dozen or so canes in it.

Me?  I was minding my own business in another room, doing something rather constructive actually, when she came in happily and announced that she had "not had the pleasure" in a while.

There were no unaddressed disciplinary issues, but the lady wished to swish.

It was not severe or anything like that.  But, you know what? I don't think there is such a thing as a actually pleasant caning. At least not from my side of things.

It didn't take very long, she enjoyed herself;  and I am NOT complaining one bit.

Reminded me of a time we were on a hike in the woods and out of the clear blue she found a switch.

She let me peel off the bark and scrape the little knobs off it with my knife. I sure did a conscientious job of smoothing that thing out before handing it over. Then she painted a few welts on my shiny little bottom with it.

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