evening, when they’d made love after going out to dinner. The same evening she’d spotted the damn shoes. “I guess I didn’t think.” She waved her hands.
“But you grew up in a home that practiced domestic discipline.” Candi’s eyes were round with amazement.
“What do you mean?” Melania tensed.
Candi flipped a hand outward. “Well, you know… Your parents have belonged to the Rod and Cane Society forever.”
“So?” Melania shrugged.
The glance Liz and Candi exchanged made Melania feel like she was on the outside of an inside joke. “Melania, what do you think the Rod and Cane Society is?” Liz asked.
Melania shrugged again. “It’s a prestigious fraternal organization.”
“It is a fraternally based organization, that’s true,” Liz agreed, speaking slowly as if choosing her words carefully. “But that’s where the similarity ends. The members of the Rod and Cane Society are men who spank their wives for discipline.”
Melania snapped her head back in shock. The information whirled in her mind like contents in a centrifuge, the ramifications rising to the forefront—Jared’s membership in the Rod and Cane Society…his comment that the wives in the organization could help her… her parents’ membership .
Melania’s jaw dropped. “Are you saying my daddy spanks my mother?” Melania’s troubles temporarily fell away, and she gaped at Liz. Memories rewound to the times when her mother emerged quiet and subdued after being summoned to Melania’s father’s den and of her moving gingerly for days afterward.
“Oh my God.” Melania clapped a hand over her mouth. “I had no idea.”
Dazed, Melania shook her head. Why had her parents kept their lifestyle a secret from her? And since they had, why had they introduced her to Jared, a fellow Rod and Cane member? They had to know she would be a spanked wife.
“About the organization or your parents?” Candi asked.
“Either.”
Liz glanced at Candi and nodded. “That’s very common. Domestic discipline is very much in the closet because people are afraid of the reaction they’ll receive from non-spankos. Many parents are either too embarrassed to talk about it with their children or don’t want to risk that their children will accidentally let something slip.” She gestured with open palms. “Some parents simply think it’s an adult practice that is none of their children’s business.”
“But my parents introduced me to Jared! They knew he would spank me. Why not prepare me?”
“Why don’t parents tell their kids about sex? They have to know they’re going to do it someday.” Candi made a face.
“Well, now I know why they wouldn’t answer my questions!” Melania huffed. “Rod and Cane was always revered in our house. But I never knew what it was about. I asked a couple of times, but my parents never gave me a good explanation, always quickly changed the subject.”
“Members sign a confidentiality agreement.” Liz leaned against the counter. “They couldn’t have told you even if they wanted to.”
“But I was only a kid!”
“Exactly,” Liz agreed with a nod. “Kids have a habit of releasing cats from bags. It all comes back to public censure. Keeping mum about the organization assures members of privacy.”
“Are there other organizations like it?” Melania asked.
Liz nodded. “But they’re more like groups of people who are into recreational or erotic spanking. Rod and Cane is the only one I know of that is this formal, with a governing board, bylaws, and specific rules of conduct for members.”
“But it’s a secret,” Melania said.
“It’s private,” Liz said. “We don’t talk about what we do except to…insiders.”
“But what’s to prevent someone from joining and finding out?” Melania asked.
“It’s a closed society,” Candi answered. “Men can join if their fathers were members or if they are invited and sponsored by another member. Women can only join the
“But you grew up in a home that practiced domestic discipline.” Candi’s eyes were round with amazement.
“What do you mean?” Melania tensed.
Candi flipped a hand outward. “Well, you know… Your parents have belonged to the Rod and Cane Society forever.”
“So?” Melania shrugged.
The glance Liz and Candi exchanged made Melania feel like she was on the outside of an inside joke. “Melania, what do you think the Rod and Cane Society is?” Liz asked.
Melania shrugged again. “It’s a prestigious fraternal organization.”
“It is a fraternally based organization, that’s true,” Liz agreed, speaking slowly as if choosing her words carefully. “But that’s where the similarity ends. The members of the Rod and Cane Society are men who spank their wives for discipline.”
Melania snapped her head back in shock. The information whirled in her mind like contents in a centrifuge, the ramifications rising to the forefront—Jared’s membership in the Rod and Cane Society…his comment that the wives in the organization could help her… her parents’ membership .
Melania’s jaw dropped. “Are you saying my daddy spanks my mother?” Melania’s troubles temporarily fell away, and she gaped at Liz. Memories rewound to the times when her mother emerged quiet and subdued after being summoned to Melania’s father’s den and of her moving gingerly for days afterward.
“Oh my God.” Melania clapped a hand over her mouth. “I had no idea.”
Dazed, Melania shook her head. Why had her parents kept their lifestyle a secret from her? And since they had, why had they introduced her to Jared, a fellow Rod and Cane member? They had to know she would be a spanked wife.
“About the organization or your parents?” Candi asked.
“Either.”
Liz glanced at Candi and nodded. “That’s very common. Domestic discipline is very much in the closet because people are afraid of the reaction they’ll receive from non-spankos. Many parents are either too embarrassed to talk about it with their children or don’t want to risk that their children will accidentally let something slip.” She gestured with open palms. “Some parents simply think it’s an adult practice that is none of their children’s business.”
“But my parents introduced me to Jared! They knew he would spank me. Why not prepare me?”
“Why don’t parents tell their kids about sex? They have to know they’re going to do it someday.” Candi made a face.
“Well, now I know why they wouldn’t answer my questions!” Melania huffed. “Rod and Cane was always revered in our house. But I never knew what it was about. I asked a couple of times, but my parents never gave me a good explanation, always quickly changed the subject.”
“Members sign a confidentiality agreement.” Liz leaned against the counter. “They couldn’t have told you even if they wanted to.”
“But I was only a kid!”
“Exactly,” Liz agreed with a nod. “Kids have a habit of releasing cats from bags. It all comes back to public censure. Keeping mum about the organization assures members of privacy.”
“Are there other organizations like it?” Melania asked.
Liz nodded. “But they’re more like groups of people who are into recreational or erotic spanking. Rod and Cane is the only one I know of that is this formal, with a governing board, bylaws, and specific rules of conduct for members.”
“But it’s a secret,” Melania said.
“It’s private,” Liz said. “We don’t talk about what we do except to…insiders.”
“But what’s to prevent someone from joining and finding out?” Melania asked.
“It’s a closed society,” Candi answered. “Men can join if their fathers were members or if they are invited and sponsored by another member. Women can only join the
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