The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

"Poor baby," your delicious wife says: "You must be really hurting now."

You sob agreement.

She pats your upraised tush, lightly at first, then comes down on it with a resounding slap.

You cry out loudly, saying that you didn't know a bare handed slap could hurt so much!