When Not To Ask For A Spanking
Patty’s sense of timing is way better than her sense of self-preservation:
Sunday after supper we played with spanking. I accosted him in the den right after he finished the Quicken chore. What an idiot I am! Who in her right mind would hand a man who has just spent an hour balancing an un-balanceable budget a paddle and offer up her bare ass? Me that’s who. Ok so, maybe I’m not in my right mind.
It could have been worse, I suppose. She could have gone in there after he finished doing his taxes!
LOL. Even I’m not that crazy. :) Some spankings are worthwhile though, you know?