"So? Punish me already!" Elena said.
She'd again left trash in the car after Seth had washed it.
"You are so walking into a danger zone," Seth told her, a stern look on his face.
He said this ignoring the fact that they had two couples over for a nice dinner. Her insolence got to him on a regular basis. He and Elena had a routine they liked to do when she "misbehaved." She'd toyed with him by taunting him in front of their guests and he was having none of it.
Elena whistled a tune, an annoying pop tune that admitted she'd done it again.
"Okay Elena, you've crossed the threshold."
She gave Seth an "I dare you" look.
To their guests he said, "I'd better explain. Elena and I are into spanking. Sometimes it's for pleasure, and sometimes it's for punishment. It might sound serious, but spanking her is a game we play. She taunted me a few minutes ago by saying 'Punish me already,' and then by whistling that damn tune. Elena knows how much I hate that tune, don't you, Elena? She called my bluff, but now I'm calling hers."
Elena nodded sheepishly, her face reddening, mouth open. She couldn't speak, afraid of what their friends might think and that Seth would spank her in front of them. He wouldn't spank her in front of their guests, would he? The thought terrified her!
"What I want to ask is, would it offend you if I spanked her now?" he continued.
Their friends, Joe, Misty, Clay, and Brooke looked at each other. None of them knew what to say.
"I think you should pretend we're not here, if you're going to do it," Joe said in a moment.
"Yeah, I agree," Brooke said. "It doesn't matter if you do it bare-assed or not. We've all seen butts."
"Okay, young lady, you heard them. Over my knee," Seth said as he backed up his dining chair.
"You're no help at all!" Elena said to their guests. "I ain't misbehaving, just having fun!"
"Down!" Seth ordered her.
"Oh, come on, Seth!" she pleaded.
"Down!" he repeated.
Elena didn't see how she had any other choice. She got into position over her husband's knees.
"Raise your skirt."
Elena turned her head and gave him a disapproving look, but she obeyed. In a moment her black skirt was around her waist, revealing her orange panties. She hung her head.
"You know you were a bad girl, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Then say it! Tell our guests that you were a bad girl and that you deserve punishment."
"I," she said, squirming in his lap.
Her face flushed red with shame and humiliation.
"Say it!" he demanded. "The longer you take to say it, the worse your punishment will be."
"I was a bad girl," she said in a quiet voice.