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"Don't you dare," Melanie blurted out. Her hair was tousled and there was flour mixed with her make-up. She really looked rather seductive through all her spit and fire. Tony couldn't resist what seemed like the perfect invitation to a spanking.
"You really want to fight don't you!" he charged.
"I want you to let me finish my work. We have guests coming in a half hour."
"Well, if I'm not done reddening your bottom, they can watch!"
"You ass!" She yelled out, as she tried to move away from her advancing husband, but he was too quick for her. Taking her firmly, he pulled her to a kitchen chair and sat down. Over his lap a second later, he began to paddle her rear end with a wooded spoon he took off a rack of utensils on the wall.
"Ouch, dammit stop!" Melanie wailed.
"I think you've needed this all week," he said, as the spoon came down hard on her wriggling bottom.
He hadn't taken time to pull down her jeans, but they would be off too, as soon as he'd given her the first enthusiastic blast.
"You stop this, I don't have time!"
But the smack, smack, smack went on.
"You have time for everything but being civil to me," Tony said. "And that's going to end right now." Pausing just long enough to unbutton her jeans and tear them away from her bottom, he began smacking her hard.
"Ouch, dammit, you ass, stop it now!" she blared loudly, but Tony wasn't listening. The striking spoon emphasized his firm resolve.
"You bastard, stop!" she cried, this time trying even harder to wriggle away. Though Melanie's spirited mutiny only made Tony more determined. The spoon fired hot, hitting both red raw cheeks with lightening speed.
"Yeeeeeooooowwwwwww!" was all she could answer it hurt so much.
"You'd better stop acting like a first class brat, because I'm not going to stop, until you do!"
"I can't stand it anymore!" she blared. The fire on her bottom was excruciating, and still his brisk whacks blistered her naked rear top to bottom.
"You going to stop being a bitch?" Tony asked her.
"I'm not a bitch!" she yelled.
Tony let loose a flurry of stinging cracks in response.
"You just aren't going to learn, are you?"
By then her bottom was so hot she was beside herself. "Please Tony, I'm sorry," she pleaded with him. She was at the point she would say anything to get him to end this.
"You sure?" he ask, as he kept up a regular, but slowed pace.
"Yes, please. Please stop."
He thought her admission was a little too convenient to be believed, but he had to stop sometime; unless she really turned nasty again, he wasn't going to do this in front of their friends.
"Your absolutely sure?" he demanded one more time.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I really am."
After one last crack, he stopped and placed the spoon down on the counter, and his well-punished wife slumped against him exhausted.
"Perhaps you'd better get yourself ready now," Tony said at last, pushing her off his lap.
Melanie stood up and looked down at him with a pout on her face.
"You're horrible, you know that?" she exclaimed. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and she looked even more a mess than she was earlier.
