She was impressed by the way I was sissified.
As a proud sissy slave to my wife, I devoutly follow all of her orders.
She gave the juice glass to me and asked me to get it from me.
I felt mistress walking back towards my ass and felt her rest her hand on my back, perhaps in an effort to communicate that I may not arch up to meet these blows for any reason.
That power would be sorely tested as the four blows from the cane would send me soaring into a void of all sensation.
I begin reciting a mantra to myself reminding myself that no one can have power over me unless I allow it.
Then she felt something attached to her nipples.
But pain is a pleasure for a sissy.