Idiot. I wondered if I was like this before, “Why is your house a little, well, dismal?” A blush crossed his cheeks and he looked down from my eye.... “I work. A lot. I barely get any time away from that place. I don’t have time to decorate, I'm sorry if it isn't to your liking, but they've given me a few days off to help you acclimatise to your surroundings, and try and find your feet.” He shuffled around and fidgeted, “You can stay here as long as you like, honestly, it is a little lonely.” I. So Mum told me to get on the bench. They fastened my hands and feet along with a strap over my waist and more over my calves.Fran then asked me to try to move, no I couldn’t move, I was well and truly secured. Then both Mum and Fran knelt beside me. Mum asked me if I still wanted to prove something. I said yes just wait and see.Then Fran told me the rules. Once I agreed I wanted to continue, they would administer the cane in multiples of 6. They would alternate and they would each administer 60. He was in the bathroom with the water running and the door closed, so I was expecting him to come out and confront me in the nude, or something like that, so I was getting sexually charged with nervous anticipation.I knew the camera was aimed low so I stood at what I assumed was mid way, quietly and waited.Then I had a naughty flash, and reached down to my hemline and raised my skirt until my stocking tops were exposed, and adjusted my tops, giving him a good flash of my underwear, a kind of. She had arranged for a date with a young colleague from her work, who is according to her, 'very fit and handsome'. I never thought I'd find myself in this position when I first married her, laying on our marital bed, handcuffed to it and helping my wife get ready for what promises to be a steamy date with a young stud. If you mentioned this is what was going to happen before we married I'd have felt physically sick to the stomach. Yet here I was, looking forward to my wife getting pleasure.