Bethie got a good hard caning today — 21 strong strokes with our basic rattan cane. Earned and deserved, and lots more fun to deliver than they were to receive, I’m sure. She thanked me properly after, too, so it’s been a good day.
Now she’s shifting uneasily from cheek to cheek in her computer chair. She keeps whimpering and I keep chuckling. She wants sympathy and isn’t getting it. Kisses, lotion, rubbing — those she got. But she earned every one of her cane strokes and so her “But it hurts!” just makes me smile.
I believe she’s going to blog about it soon on her blog. But if she doesn’t, you have my encouragement to pester her until she does!