#36 an occasional caning

POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!

My strict wife had a regimen of caning me occasionally, when she wanted me to remember to behave.
No set schedule: she would just announce I am due.
I was at work she sent a text to my phone:
"You are due. Get ready as soon as soon as you get home."
Flash to
I arrived home, when inside the house, went to our bedroom and stripped naked, then went to the spare bedroom, and stood, with my nose in a corner, and waited.
In time, she came in, and took the senior cane out of the closet, place a pile of pillows on the edge of the bed, and said, "Bend over the pillows."
I went to the bed, and bent over.
She delivered the first stroke, and I moaned.
Second stroke, I moaned louder.
Third stroke, I was quivering and groaning.
Fourth stroke, I was quivering and gasping.
.
.
.
Twelfth stroke: "Please Ma'am, please no more...." I was begging.
Fourteenth stroke: I was just ... sobbing.
Twentieth and final stroke: I was sobbing loudly.
"Get up and go to the corner, hands on your head," she said.
I got up, sniffling and went, my bottom on fire and throbbing.

After thirty minutes in the corner, I whispered, "Teenie Genie, take me home."

POOF! I was back in my living room.