Returning home to a look.

I had the cane last night.

 After the hairbrush spanking on the Sunday, my wife decided that she had been letting things slide too much. So when I arrived home from a project I am working on she was waiting, with a look that would freeze a polar bear.

She pointedly told me we would go out for a pizza because it was late and there was nothing cooked in the house, which appeared to be my fault.

"Before that," she said, "I'm going to thrash you."

It was a quick no nonsense caning over the dining room table. I kept my pants on but that offered no protection. She thrashed me thirty times and made me count each stroke and thank her. I miscounted twice and got four across my the back of my legs.

I was willing her to stop after twenty. I just couldn't get into the sub zone with these strokes.

I knelt and kissed her feet afterwards and told her I love her.