Caned Hard By Leanne
‘You wouldn’t be able to take a real caning… you’re all talk!’ Leanne, my wife snorts derisively. We are in the lounge of my late Mother’s house and it is rather warm… I have a feeling that it is about to get somewhat warmer for me in the near future. I am three years older than Leanne, she is just twenty nine, but there is no doubt as to who is the senior partner in our relationship. ‘You think I’m a wimp don’t you… okay…if I CAN’T take four hard strokes of the cane I’ll give you forty quid…...