After a shower, I was wearing my tighty whities looking for other clothes.
She said, "Before you finish dressing..."
I groaned, very quietly.
"Bend over the table, I'm going to cane your bottom, BUT I'll let you keep your briefs on."
I silently doubted that I should be happy about that.
I bent over and
"NOW, get up, get dressed, finish packing, and get us out of here."
I did so, and we drove home, my bottom throbbing and very sore.
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