It was around 10.00pm and she asked me to fetch them. I stupidly made some kind of facial expression that was the equivalent to huffing and puffing and Mistress said, ‘Get the things in now then go and then fetch the cane.
I didn’t argue. I knew I’d done wrong and deserved what ever was coming.
I got 12 blistering strokes and was mightily glad Mistress stopped there because she seemed to be hitting me a lot harder than normal.
After I’d put the cane back in the wardrobe Mistress asked me, “what have you learned?”
I said that I should just get on and do things without question or comment.
Once we had settled back down and started talking about our current regime, I asked Mistress if she got any pleasure out of caning me and she said, “Only when I think you need it. I’m certainly not going to tolerate any kind of dissent that you showed tonight.”
I'm sure there will be plenty of readers who will agree with that sentiment.