The last thing Kathy had expected, when she called Tod an idiot, was to have to take her lacy panties down in her own living room, and receive a sound spanking from Tod while her husband Hank watched.
Yes, she was wrong to insult him--especially when all he had done was to ask how to get to the highway from there--but how could she ever have known that Hank would choose today to start putting his foot down with her, the way he had been threatening to for months and months?
"Tod," he had said, "I think Kathy needs a spanking for what she just said, don't you?"
"What?!" Kathy had cried.
Tod's eyebrows had gone up in surprise, but he had said nothing.
"Furthermore," said Hank, "I think that as the aggrieved party, you should give Kathy her spanking."
"No! Hank!" Kathy wailed.
"I certainly wouldn't mind," said Tod, drily.
"Kathy," said Hank, "go over to the end of the sofa. Take off your skirt and drop it to the floor, then take down your panties, and bend over. Tod is going to spank you now."
"Hank! Not on my bare bottom! Please!"
"I've had it with your disrespect, Kathy. It's time for you to learn your lesson, and having your panties down in front of your husband and the man you insulted will help you understand just how ashamed you should be of yourself."
"Those are cute," said Tod when he saw the white lace Kathy had worn to drive Hank wild, later.
"Take them down, Kathy," Hank said. "I'll play with your panties after Tod goes home, but at the moment it's punishment time."
Now, with her bottom blazing, Kathy turned her head, hoping to see that Hank was relenting now that she was crying out at Tod's hard hand-spanks. All she saw, to her dismay, was her husband looking satisfiedly back at her, his arms crossed over his chest.
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