“Well done, Ruby, you have pleased me greatly.” I seized Mr. Jones-Smyth’s words as a life raft. “Thank you, Sir. Am I forgiven?” He smiled and kissed me again. “Yes, my dear, you are forgiven.” I slumped as best I could, and flexed my cuffed wrists. My relief was short lived. “However, I wish to test your limits further. I’m told Mrs. Cleanknockers is an expert wielder of the cane.” It was the most confounding duality. Stark fear and deepest craving combined in my mind. A challenge then, a gauntlet tossed in my face. Pride rose like a burnt phoenix.
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
Yikes, the cane!!!
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Don’t you mean: Yeah! The cane!
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😉
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oh yes.. the cane. and now i’m aching for it too! it has been too long.
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We can’t have that, fondles. I hope you feel better soon and get the cane to relieve your ache. 🙂
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thank you so much. I’ve now come down with a bout of tonsillitis! I can’t believe my (ill) luck (pun intended) – it’s one malady after another! But I have told BIKSS that we need to PACK properly for our next play session. He agrees. 🙂
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Poor you. You really need some time off to heal up and be pampered. 😦
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