Emma and her Cane 2

I married an older British woman who keeps a cane in the house to use on misbehaving husbands.

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 tell him what I want.
POOF!

A couple days later, I came home from work, a 'bit' later than usual.
She met me ..."Where have you been, you're late!"
"Um I got hung up talking to Barry after work about the game on Sunday..."
"You didn't call!"
"I uh didn't think about it. I just got in the car and came home."
"You're late and you didn't call!" Then she showed me the cane, she held behind her back.
"Strip NAKED and bend over that chair."
I groaned... then I stripped, and bent over.
Over a hundred rapid strokes cut my bottom 

as I sobbed and cried.
"Now get in the corner over there. You can stay there until dinner is ready."
I went, and I stood.

to be continued in "EMMA and her cane 3"