"It reminds me of you and olives," said my husband after he'd caned me.
"What?" I responded, not knowing what on earth my nearest and dearest was on about.
"You remember how it took you years to come round to liking olives, I mean gradually with me coaxing, encouraging, rewarding."
"Yes I suppose so, although it seems completely natural eating them now and I can hardly remember the days when I found them loathesome."
"Well it's a bit like that with the cane isn't it. I mean, I'm not suggesting you love it the same way you do olives but you do seem to have become, what could I say, adjusted to it over the years, perhaps conditioned to it would be more accurate. And although you object when you see me reach for it, I can't help thinking sometimes your bottom is secretly quite willing to sumbit to its kiss."
"P!" was all I said and I pulled a face as if to say he was way off the mark.
But he wasn't:)
Enjoy your week.
Ronnie
xx
