In the coming weeks, Mrs B spanked me twice more and I began to enjoy her dominant manner.
Then one evening the spankings stepped up a gear when I came home and Mr B asked if I had posted his letter he gave me that morning.
I blushed as I realised it was in my bag.
He knew I had not posted it and pointed to the front room.
In there I went over his knee and believe me he could spank hard.
When he let me stand up I rubbed my stinging bottom.
He then sent me to the post box and my bottom glowed and tingled all the way there and back.
The spankings continued and I was enjoying them and I wondered if they knew this.
However, each spanking was for some genuine misdemeanour and some but not all were deliberately let slip by me.
After a couple of months, Mrs B said that they were enjoying my company but I was still slack with some chores and over tea one day she asked me about the time I was caned.
She listened attentively as I told her in some detail and she said nothing more than to comment that she knew what it was like to be caned.
