Pack those Toys when Travelling

I love my husband's sense of humour most of the time but not when he tells me to choose my own weapon.

I showed P a post "Pack those toys when travelling" which was featured a couple of weeks ago on Chross's 'Spanking of the Week', 'Toys always welcome' and he thanked me for drawing to his attention to the fact that he still had to decide what to take along on our forthcoming holiday.

'Oh I could almost pack for you,' I said. And it's true, I know his preferences well enough, shorts t-shirts and sandals, just one of each if he had his way.

'I don't mean clothing,' he said, 'I mean something to keep you in line with while we're away.' I just ha-ha'd and nothing more was said until the weekend.

On Sunday our son was out and as it happened our neighbours were away. P asked me if I could spare a couple of minutes in the garden and led the way down to the shed where we keep the mower, garden tools and stuff. Leaning in the corner was a pile of garden canes of various lengths, thicknesses and colours, the green type as well as the traditional pale bamboo type. He told me he wanted me to help him decide which to take away with us, he might need to cut one down he said, or he might need to smooth any rough edges, he's very thoughtful like that.

I pointed to a short, light, green cane and said I thought it looked adequate. 'Let's see,' said my husband and he drew me to his workbench and bent me over it. I objected that I hadn't done anything and we'd be seen, that we'd be heard, none of it made any difference. Then I said I only had my thin shorts on, which was true they are old and thin and a bit too short and I only wear them when our son's not around but P thought they were excellent as they exposed the lower part of my cheeks as I bent over.

So he flicked the little green cane down across my bum and I jumped and told him it was perfect. He put his hand on my back and told me we hadn't finished yet, he had to be sure he got the right balance so down I went again. He tried five more canes on my posterior, he was only flicking from the wrist and at about the same force with each, so that he could compare, but they still had me oohing and ouching.

He kept three on the bench and put the other two back in the corner. Oh god, I thought, now he's going to want to narrow it down with some more practising but he didn't.

'That's it, we'll take those three,' he said, 'the little green one is perfect for otk, the medium bamboo for regular keeping in check and the longer bamboo (which he reckoned will just about fit diagonally into the case) for if I have too punish you.'

Christ, P, we're going on holiday you won't need to punish me, I thought, I mean it would show what with swimsuits and shorts in daily wear. Anyway I didn't argue because he'll probably change his mind, but I did ask him why we couldn't take a paddle or a nice riding crop or something different.

'Because,' said my husband, 'a cane is quieter and although baggage has hardly any chance of being inspected on the outward trip, it does have a chance of being inspected on the return leg and I don't think we'd want to be standing there in front of some snotty little customs official.'

Fair point, I thought. 'But what about the canes, they'll still be seen,' I said.

'No they won't, because we'll just leave them in the villa, perhaps the next occupants will find a use for them.'

It made me feel funny to think of someone else being caned with the same implements.

Ronnie

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