Jaybo stirred in bed...
Despite an incredibly prolonged caning the night before he tentivately rolled into his back to gauge whether he could actually sit without discomfort gently he sat up....ohh yes it was still a bit sore to put all of his weight on his entire bottom so he rocked gently from each cheek to ease the bruised flesh
The balm that Mr Cainer had smeared on him must have some incredible anaesthetic quality he mused.

A little later after a shower and checking his stripes, the warm water reactivating the sting in his bottom... Jaybo dressed and found himself downstairs at the Cainers breakfast table..
Mr Cainer bid him a hearty good morning and shook his hand and said..very well taken last night lad...at least the ladies received a warm up first...Mr Cainer seemed energised by his meting out of discipline on everyone.
His wife Beatrice smiled and asked if Jaybo had slept well... And daughter Agnes smiled shyly while munching toast...
Mr Cainer mused... Ah yes nothing like a good stimulating thrashing to invigorate and in turn relax ones psyche eh Bettie?
Mr Cainer chuckled as he noticed us all shifting in our seats favouring one buttock then the other these hard wooden chairs were to made to continue our poor bottoms suffering!
So young Jaybo will you be staying a bit longer with us... said Mr Cainer with a wicked gleam in his eye.......