MrH called me over patting his knees. He was sitting on the corner of the bed,
The TV was playing, and I hesitated. S2 had gone out but this was an unusual request. Deliberately misunderstanding him I sat on his knee, back to chest, and he hugged me.
“That’s not what you had in mind is it?” I asked.
“No,” he replied, “come on, up.”
I stood and moved to the side, he took my right hand and helped me to lay over his knee.
“Right then,” he said, ” let’s get started.”
He began slapping my exposed backside, each blow stinging sweetly, as the vibration travels through my body. I gasped out until my body relaxed into the pain. All too soon MrH stopped. He helped me up and told me to get the bed ready for my caning.
Dreamily I pulled back the covers and placed the pillows so they would support my body comfortably. I lay down and waited, knowing MrH would be coming in soon, to deliver my 200 strokes.
I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, MrH had returned. I could hear him swishing the cane in the air.
“Are you ready my Sweetgirl?” He asked. “Take a deep breath for me,” he paused listening as I did as I was told, “good girl,” he said, “then we will begin.”