I’m sorry you had to see that,” Tommy said soberly to our guests. “But I always find it’s best to punish Joanie at the moment of her transgression. The message really sinks in that way.”
I was bent over my husband’s lap with my ass exposed. My fancy turquoise sequined dress, which I’d spent hours agonizing over before the party, was pushed to my waist. My silky champagne-colored drawers dangled around my ankles. And my naked bottom was bright red. This last part I could only imagine, as I could not see what my behind looked like from my current position. But this wasn’t the first time Tommy had given me a bare-ass spanking, so I had a pretty good idea.
After one final, stinging swat, Tommy pulled me up so that I was standing at his side. I did not look at our four guests. When Tommy had originally told me he was planning this dinner party, I’d never thought that the outcome would be me willingly receiving a spanking in front of his four friends. How naïve I’d been. Like a girl getting ready for a fancy prom, I’d spent all day at the salon having my hair and nails done. I’d wanted to make a good impression for Tommy. Instead, I ended up with a bottom so hot you could sizzle bacon on it.