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Embarrassed Wife

... to the wall! Your hands better not touch your bottom! And sing! … Well, quietly.” I got up, and went to the wall, and started singing that blasted song, as best I could, while still gasping for breath. “ Pause the recording, please…. Now, ladies, coffee or perhaps tea?” After many, many verses of the song, Mary said, “Recording on, please… Shilo has been against the wall there, singing that lovely song, for about thirty minutes, and now I am ready to continue. Shilo, stop singing, and come over here.” I closed my mouth, turned around, and walked to her. The chair upon which she previously sat had been turned around, an indication that I was to bend over it, and I blanched as I saw in her hand, the “zombie killer”, a two foot long, two inch wide, half inch thick solid bamboo paddle, that requires almost no effort on her part to generate a horrible sting on my backside. She smiled thinly, as she held the paddle in her right hand, and gestured at the chair. Keeping my legs tightly together, I bent over the back of it, putting my hands on the seat of the chair, while gripping the edges. She took a stance behind me, to my left, and said, “You will count….” The first smack landed square across the middle of both cheeks, and I grunted, “One..!” The second smack landed on top of the first, and I groaned, “TWO..ooo!” The third smack hit the lower curves, and I rose on my toes while shrieking through gritted teeth, “ThrEEEE!” The fourth landed on top of the third, and I rose on my ...

... toes again, and gasped, “AAAGGG…FORRRR!” The fifth smack landed across my thighs, just below the curve. I rose on my toes and opened my mouth and shrieked, “IIIIIIIIII…. FIIIIVE!” Each of the remaining forty five smacks were met by ever-increasing indications of my discomfort. The final five were the hardest smacks, evidently her intention, hard enough to bring out the longest-sustained moans from me, while on my toes, long enough that she had to bark “Position!” after each one. After I announced, “OWWWWWWWWooooohhhhhFIFTY!”, she said nothing, until my moan died out, and I lowered myself from tiptoe to the flat of my feet, without her ordering it. “Go to the wall,” she said, very slowly, in a low voice, “And I don’t want to hear your pathetic singing right now.” I went to the wall, and stood, my nose pressed against it, wishing I could rub my aching, throbbing buttocks, while blinking away tears forming in the corner of my eyes. “Perhaps Shilo has learned a lesson from this. Only time will tell…. Camera off, please.” Then, “Ladies, thank you for coming.” “Oh it was a pleasure!” “Anytime, thanks for asking me.” I heard the front door open. “Goodbye…” “See you next time…” “We’ll talk soon…” Her footsteps approached me. I heard her set something down on the desk, not far from my right side. “I am going to the bedroom, and watch some t.v. This timer is set for… well, I’m not going to tell you for how long. I’m not going to tell you to sing. I don’t care what you do, as long as you ...