You were rude to your wife at the breakfast table.
With a mad face on, Mother left the room and returned with two canes.
"Into the living room," she said...
"Now STRIP."
Slowly you do as ordered.
"Kneel on the couch, chest over the back."
You do so.
Soon, you feel cane strokes landing on your buttocks, coming from each side.
You moan, you yelp, you beg...to no avail.
Not every your tears seems to slow down the strokes stinging your poor bottom.
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