Sunday, 28 June 2015
There is something intriguing about TTWD. Here I am early on a Sunday morning, blogging whilst my wife sleeps, knowing that later today I will be caned. Why should I be excited by the prospect of having my bare bottom laced with a long length of supple rattan cane? Why am I also nervous about the prospect? Why have I got an erection just thinking about having my pants pulled down and being told to bend over? Who knows.