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without
success.
    By
the time Tina came walking in at one-thirty in the morning, she was still
slightly tipsy from her Girls’ Night Out - tipsy enough in fact to announce
that she was a grown woman who didn’t have to let her husband know whether she
was every moment. Children got fevers, she said, and she didn’t call him every
time Brian got sick so why should he?
    Ron
immediately saw all the hallmarks of her girlfriends’ influence in his wife’s
comments. And he wasn’t about to put up with it. Sitting down on the couch, he
pulled her over his knee and raised the blue silk skirt she was wearing without
explanation or preamble. Neither was needed, after all. Tina knew exactly why
she was being spanked and immediately dissolved into a flood of apologies that
grew more frantic when she felt the bikini panties skimming over her upturned
cheeks and lowered to the middle of her thighs.
    But
it was to get worse because Ron was reaching into the drawer of the little
table behind the couch, fishing for the thick acrylic ruler he’d purchased
specifically for the purposes of correcting Tina.
    Tina
whimpered as she looked over her shoulder and saw him removing it from the
drawer. But he didn’t use it right away. Instead he decided to redden her a bit
first with his hand so when the ruler was finally applied it would get her
attention in the most effective way.
    “No,
Ronnie. Don’t!”
    Ronnie.
He smirked. She called him that when she was feeling frisky or wanted
something. But pet names weren’t going to stop him from doing what needed to be
done. Taking aim at her round white bottom, he brought his hand down with a
stinging slap on the left cheek, and – unfazed by her little cry of pain –
began alternating spanks from left buttock to right until her whole bottom was
glowing rosy red.
    Tina
was squirming now and – sensing that the ruler was imminent –
launched into the Promising Phase of her predicament. She promised to be good,
promised to answer her cell phone from then on, promised to call him even. By
the time the overlaid the rosy blush already on her bottom with the first angry
dusky stripe from the ruler she was promising never to leave the house again.
    But
Ron knew better and sensed correctly that Tina would say anything to keep from
getting what she’d practically asked for by ignoring him for all those hours
while she was out partying with her gal pals. So he continued unflagging in his
assault on her bottom, and accelerated the punishment with snappy blows to the
lower part of her bum, assuring that she’d not sit comfortably for several
days.
    Tina
continued to kick and cry, but it was only after the last of the promises
degenerated into almost infantile bawls and the defiance drained from her body
that Ron stopped. For long moments she lay over his lap, defeated, while he
rubbed her well-punished bottom.
    When
he stood her up, she was still shaky whether it was from the booze or the
emotional trauma of the spanking he could not tell. So he picked her up,
dropped a kiss on the top of her forehead and carried her upstairs to their
room.
    “Can
I check on Brian?” she asked tearfully, her voice full of regret.
    “No,”
he said, laying her down on her stomach. “I’ll do it. You stay put.” Tina didn’t
move a muscle.
    Ron
went into his son’s room and pressed the back of his hand against the sleeping
child’s forehead. His temperature was close to normal now and his breathing
even and steady. Good.
    He
went back into his bedroom and looked at Tina. She was laying on her belly, the panties still bunched around her smooth, shapely thighs. Her
skirt was halfway up, revealing her cherry red bottom. Ron could hear her
sniffling pitifully.
    He
walked over and turned her so she was cradled in his arms.
    “Don’t
ever do that again,” he said. “Understand?”
    “Yes
sir,” she said. Her voice was soft, submissive and yielding. And the moment was
perfect when she gently offered her lips for