The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
Your wife takes three steps forward to stand directly in back of you, then begins slowly rubbing your still-upturned bare buttocks with her right hand:
"Dear, your derriere really feels hot--it's almost like an old-fashioned radiator, giving off waves of heat. I'll bet it really stings too, especially along all these pretty red stripes--and there are lots of them..."
You blubber in between your sobs that she has a talent for understatement. You struggle to control your sobbing as you remain upended on the ground out by the 'woodshed'.
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