"DECEIT" by the Crimson Kid

(All rights reserved. This story's setting is early July of 1995 at a lake house in the U.S.A.)

"Pull them down in the back," Barbara Royalton commanded.

Her husband Paul protested. "Miriam told you the truth, she blistered me good and proper, you don't have to see for yourself."

Her palm connected sharply to his face-CRACK!-leaving an imprint on its left cheek. "You're my husband, I'll look at your deceitful derriere if I want to!"

"Okay, honey." He turned around, then lowered his shorts and briefs to his upper thighs.

"Perhaps you should say 'Yes, ma'am' instead, that's how you respond to Miriam when she's treating you like a disobedient child, isn't it?" The short black-haired woman inspected her tall blond spouse's exposed posterior; it was dark pink in hue with its surface roughened. "Hmmmm...So does it still hurt?"

He gulped. "It's prickly warm and tingly....ma'am."

Her hands squeezed his buttcheeks. "How did it feel while Miriam was whacking you on the bare with her strap and paddle?"

"Like the fires of Hell, ma'am." Paul shivered in recollection.

His wife frowned angrily. "I've half a mind to smack your seat myself, I'm so upset with your continuous deceit. Miriam insists that's what I need to do regularly anyway, to strengthen our marriage."

Straightening up, he re-covered his smarting buttocks then turned to face the woman he loved. "It wasn't deceitful, I merely withheld information that I believed was irrelevant to our relationship."

Barbara sputtered in frustration. "You let your cousin treat you like a misbehaving five-year-old for the past twenty years, that's considered irrelevant? She did blister your backside whenever she decided to, didn't she?"

Her mate sighed as he gingerly seated himself on the guest room's bed. "Miriam punished me whenever I deserved it, in her opinion...Although when Brittany was my girlfriend, that was primarily her responsibility."

The plump mid-thirtyish woman remained standing, gazing down intensely at her husband. "Which supposedly should be MY responsibility now, according to Miriam, spanking my husband's bare behind like he's a naughty toddler."

"No, like an adult male who was given caring corporal correction from his womenfolk and benefitted greatly from it," Paul explained. "When I moved away I decided that in my new life such discipline would be unnecessary, so I didn't mention it during our courtship-it was part of my past that I'd matured beyond."

Her voice became gentle. "Except that you hadn't, correct?"

"Apparently not...ma'am." His shoulders slumped.

She sat down beside him. "Our marriage definitely needs something, I know from my doctoral research that corporal punishment has helped some couples."

He smiled tightly. "The Spenser Spanking Plan?"

"But one-way only, honey," Barbara stated resolutely, "My beautiful bottom is off-limits for chastising." Her lips pursed. "Miriam has offered me expert instruction-and there's no time like the present." Rising, she took his hand in hers. "Come along, darling..."

Twenty-five minutes later, Barbara and her cousin-in-law smugly regarded Paul's fiery-red, glowing gluteal globes while, tearfully sobbing, he humbly faced into a living room corner.

Miriam took back her Spencer paddle. "Excellent effort for a beginner, Barb..."

{The End}