Katie’s husband is a strict fellow. He gets home at five pm and he wants his dinner at five fifteen, everyday. No exception. When Katie can’t get it done she has to make sure she gets some take out on the table, because her man’s unleashed raging fury isn’t something she wants to see more than once a year. Despite all good intentions, she pretty much fucked up yesterday and her hubby sat at the table without his grub. He stayed calm, stood up and guided his woman to the basement, where he has a bit of bdsm equipment. All home made, all ridgid and built to last. Katie was about to get a real adult spanking and there wasn’t an escape path. Once locked in the inescapable piece of furniture she suffered her man’s cane beatings without bringing out a noise. She just wouldn’t grant him that pleasure.
