I was at work, when I got an email though from my partner, he told me not to go home but to go straight to the address he gave me, to meet a Mr Harris.... The next sentence just said "he is going to cane you!".As I finished up at the office, I kept wondering who this Mr Harris was and the thought that he was going to cane me, both worried and excited me.Before I left I checked myself in the mirror, I looked pretty hot, my black skirt and matching jacket, showing off me slim figure, with my white. Porter was a little rusty, but he soon had a decent shot again. His aim was nowhere near perfect, but adequate was a fair assessment. He took a mental swipe at his memory of humiliation, ‘If only those high school goons could see me now as they looked up at me from their sewer certified environmental suits.’Zeb delved into more detail of how the ironwood had to be carved in order to make a bow. The weapon did not need to be as wide in the middle because of the strength of the wood itself, its. With a flick of his fingers it popped open, then he began working on her zipper. She smiled even though she’d never expected to want to smile during a moment like this. Urgency nagged at her but there was also the need to drag it out, to savour every second with him in case it turned out to be the first and last time they were together in this way. “God, when you look at me like that…” Gareth paused as if searching for the right words, then shook his head and gripped the waistband of her. 'I think so,' he said in his usual kind and dutiful son mold. 'She should learn to make do with the telephone' I said selfishly. There, Peter looked at me. He saw me afresh, the dress, the curve of my buttocks as I walked about. I sat down on the sofa and crossing my legs gave Peter a sight of what stockings and suspenders could do to the male psyche. He stared at my legs, heard my arrogant demeanor. My husband was staring intently at me. 'You went out' he said without quite asking a question..