The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
"Well, I'm going to see for myself," Brittany replies, drawing back the solid wooden paddle for her first stroke.
"OK, you need to slide forward just a bit more," she tells you, clinically. "Get your bouncy bare bottom to stick up and out even more for me--I want a really open target, please."
Reluctantly but resolutely, you edge forward so that your exposed buttocks are elevated in a highly embarrassing position--of course, you know that such embarrassment is a secondary part of the corporal punishment session.
"Great spank target," your wife remarks, approvingly.
"Are you embarrassed about being bare-assed outside?" Brittany asks you, teasingly as she raises the Spencer paddle over her shoulder while placing her left hand on your waist, just above my left hip.
You don't answer, but you inhale deeply in anticipation of the first stinging smack of the paddle, your naked buttocks trembling softly.
"I guess so," teases Brittany, "Well, let me give you something else to think about..."