Christmas Startles

So I'm sitting in the corner, minding my own business, reading through one of my Christmas presents, when I hear my mother say "I know someone who does caning".
What?!?!?!
After trying very hard not to fall off my chair in shock, I eavesdropped a little harder and realised she was talking about caning chairs. Phew.

Then later, I had proof positive that my sister in law is most definitely *not* kinky. (Though I still do wonder about my brother.) She was telling me about how she had been dealing with some expenses for a client, and on the charges was a "playroom". She had no clue what this was, it seems (I had to resist at this point standing up and shouting "I know, I know!") and so called the place in question to find out what a playroom was, and was terribly shocked to find out that it was a dungeon, in a fetish bed and breakfast. I had to sit there with an equally shocked and innocent look on my face, going "Oh gosh, really?!", in response.
What I really wanted to ask was the exact details of this playroom, as it turns out it's in the town where I work. I figured that might arouse a little too much suspicion though, so it's off to Google I go to see if I can find out more ;-)