“You forget, I’ve seen you dance. Yes, it will take work – a lot of work, and it will be hard – but I am quite confident you can do it, if you...will follow my instructions, and are willing to sweat and practice. So, will you do what I tell you?”I looked at her for a moment and felt drawn to her all over again. She thought I had enough talent to invest her time in me!I nodded, “Yes, I promise.”She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, and smiled. “I was sure you would. You’re going to. "Now I was getting frightened. "Come here."I stood in front of her. She pulled me in between her legs. She was still smiling at me and rubbing the backs of my legs. "Such a pretty girl." The next thing I knew I was over her lap. This was taking on a dream like quality. Then she pulled down my jockey briefs. Then she was stroking my ass cheeks and my upper thighs. The air was electric with sexual tension. I was almost afraid to breathe. But I did savor her being in charge, Frieda making. Jane had already given us a cane for an anniversary present, so I was hoping I wouldn’t get caned. My wife told Jane, ‘We already have a cane, so you don’t need to show me those.’ ‘But this one is very flexible, and I’ll show you how it performs,’ Jane said. Then I felt a tap on my bottom, the familiar whistle, and SPLAT! I could really feel that cane. ‘See the nice thin mark it makes,’ Jane said. ‘Here, you try it!’ Then my wife was handed the cane by Jane, then I felt the tap, whistle, and. She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to it.On the big night, as she added the last minute touches to her make-up, she thought about Jay's statement about the prom date he always wanted. He had been right: she felt like a young girl again getting ready for an important date. That feeling alone made the whole night worthwhile to her. Finishing, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. The simple black dress she had chosen looked good, she looked good, she felt good. For.