I thought this might be the only spanking I ever received. Who knows, what if, after all of this, I didn’t like it? And how often was I going to be in California, and who else would spank me? All of this was very uncertain. So, thinking that it might be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I asked J- how she would feel about my bringing a camera and tape recorder. That was fine with her, and she added that she needed a new digital photo for book jackets, online catalogs, and such, so perhaps we’d have time for that.
I wanted to give her a gift of some kind. She mentioned at one point that she didn’t have any good-quality wrist or ankle cuffs, so I bought a set of four, wrapped them with Christmas paper, and mailed them with a note, “Open when I visit.”
And we talked, more, about what each of us wanted. Mostly we talked about what I wanted and what, in her judgment, she could actually give me, or I could actually give her since we were planning both my spanking and her spanking.
One experience that I wanted for sure was to be caned. J- is an expert with the cane, has written about how much she loves it, and I wanted to have that experience with her for both of our sakes.
J- was in agreement. She wrote:
You mention canes, and I definitely want to cane you.
It was nice to be wanted, even--or especially--if only as a foil for her lust.