The cane

When we came away from the Lake District we left the kids up there with my mum for a few days, so we had the house to ourselves when we got back.

Mistress took the opportunity to tie me to the bed and cane me, quite severely. She said it was a punishment for being rude to Her when She was driving. But I think She just decided She wanted to cane me. It doesn’t really matter why – I can’t get into Her head can I? The point is She did it.

The house was empty and I cried out loud and struggled for mercy, but She was fairly relentless and carried on quite a bit.

I’m not sure whether this marks a regular return to the cane, or a one off. I don’t intend to ask Her, because I want Her to do whatever She wants to do, without a thought for me.

I hope it marks a regular return to the cane, because it hurt like hell and I am now in fear of having more – making me much better towards Her.

It’s funny how similar my ambivalence is towards the cane and David. And they both make me more submissive to Her.