But you are the only girl I've ever caned that not once has ever begged me to stopSaying it hurts, I can't take any more, please no more, or my person...l favourite SHOW MERCY! But unfortunately for you your father has instructed me to give you six strokes of the cane. So I expect he will be inspecting your bottom tonight. And will expect to see SIX wheel marks from the cane. If it was not for this fact then I would of let you off the last stroke. So I'm sorry but I've got to give you this final. That only came to light about six months after our divorce. I'd met the guy she was fucking, too, but I didn't know it. He was a slightly younger black guy by the name of Duane, who worked in the shipping-receiving department where my wife worked; and though I maybe should have been angry about that...strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool myself into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of. So, we talked as I drove him there and before I dropped him off, we made out for a few minutes and we exchanged numbers. Richard and I hooked up again not too long after and he had me over his grandmothers house in Redwood City where he lived in this little house behind her house that was once his grandfathers storage house that he converted into his own pad. Richard was a lot of fun and we smoked weed together. He turned me on to this group called Mazzy Star whose CD we played over and over. She just stared at me and gave strong slap. Tears rolled over my eyes and I went into my room and lay on the mat. I did not know when I slept. I woke up to my favourite smell and an affectionate caressing of my cheek. It was still night and Maami was there sitting besides. I tried to get up but she did not allow. She fell over me and kissed my forehead saying I am sorry.I slapped you, but you should not have talked like that. I was confused and said Maami I was just telling the truth she said.