He has pushed her so that she is bent over the railing of their bed, her bottom half resting over the lower metal curve of the 'M' shaped footboard. Her bodice is still fully covering her breasts, but her skirts have been bunched up at her waist in the back and her pantaloons and knickers are pulled low around her calves. Her slim belly feels the coolness of the rail as her ample bottom is bare and naturally tilted upward for the coming onslaught. She feels her husband's hot breath on the exposed skin.
He suddenly parts her, his tongue exploring her vagina tantalizingly slowly and he grins when he hears a tiny moan and her words escape her throat. "But sir, I am to be punished..?" The sentence ends as a question. He says, "Do not worry, that is coming...little one." On the word 'one', he slips a finger inside her and thumbs her sensitive clit. She moans and pushed herself further into his hand, but he pulls his finger out quickly and spanks the right cheek of her bottom.
She cries out and it turns into a whimper as she wiggles to avoid reaching back to rub the newly sore spot. "As much as I agree with you about our governor's politics, I cannot have you telling his aide that in our own home!" her husband stays, sternly. He spanks her methodically on each cheek 4 or 5 times. Seeing the seat of her bottom and tops of her thighs grow pink at his hand makes him more erect and he grins in spite of himself.
"But the aide in question is Robert, you've known him since you were small!" the wife cries, wincing at her own frantic boldness. That earns her bottom a nice flat slap in the middle of both cheeks, and luckily she clenched slightly to avoid her softer areas taking the sting.