“She’s such a bitch!” proclaimed Chloe, my sexy wife of 20 years, as she prepared lunch on a summer Sunday afternoon, “the way, Kylie degrades him and insults him in front of other people. No woman should treat her husband that way!”

I shrugged but also offered tacit agreement. Kylie and Bart are friends and neighbors. Admittedly, I enjoy Kylie’s company more than does Chloe. Chloe considers Kylie to be a pretentious “mean girl.” Kylie, perhaps 5ft 4in in height, sports a firm athletic butt, often framed by a pair of tight skinny jeans. Her “way too big” breast implants may draw the attention of certain men but, as a man who loves a firm muscular butt above all, the breast implants are at best superfluous and, at worst, absurd. Having said that, those double D implants are a source of profound ire on Chloe’s part.

“I could leave him in a minute,” announced Kylie while sitting next to Bart the prior weekend with one other couple in attendance. “Of course, I would take Ashley and Carmelita with me.” Ashley was her 12-year-old daughter and Carmelita was her Salvadoran housekeeper.

“The next time she says something like that” announced Chloe, recounting Kylie’s barbecue declaration, “I wish Bart would throw her over his knee and spank that bitch’s ass!”

“Doubt that would happen,” I shared. “Bart is only 5’6” or so. I think she would put up a good fight if he tried.”

“She also told me that she ‘doesn’t like’ giving blowjobs,” added Chloe.

It was more information than I needed to hear. Having said that, the images of Kylie having her ass vigorously spanked must have inspired my libido when I bedded Chloe that night. From the size of the wet spot on the bottom sheet the next morning, my balls had been working overtime that afternoon and evening.

Two weeks later, Bart stopped by to chat. Kylie was out of town with Ashley at a little girls' beauty pageant and Carmelita was visiting family in California for the week. Chloe joined us and opened a bottle of Chardonnay, followed by a bottle of Pinot Grigio and a second bottle of Chardonnay.

Halfway through the second bottle, Chloe interrupted a conversation we were having about the Seattle Mariners pitching staff injuries with a sharp question for Bart. “Why do you put up with all the rude things she says about you in front of other couples?”

Bart was shocked by the abruptness of the question and stammered: “I don’t know. It doesn’t bother me that much.”

“But it bothers you!” Chloe emphasized.

“Sometimes, maybe…” Bart responded.

“You should let her know,” said Chloe.

“Maybe…” he paused and Chloe, halfway through her fourth glass of wine, blurted out “You should pull down those jeans of hers and give her a hard spanking!”

It seemed like no one spoke for a minute. We were all shocked. Even Chloe seemed to realize that she might have taken the discussion too far.

After the long pause ended. Bart quietly responded, “I really don’t think I could do that.”

Chloe answered, pointing in my direction, “Maybe Rob could do it for you.”

I was on my fourth glass of wine at this point but I got sober immediately. All eyes were on me.

Ok, about me. Twenty years ago I rowed on the University of Washington Varsity crew that made it to the national championship final before losing to the University of Pennsylvania. I work out regularly and, at 6’4” have stayed close to my rowing weight of 205lbs.

Chloe also rowed on the Women’s team at UW and has also stayed in shape. She stands 5’10” and weighs around 155 (although that is only a guess - I don’t regularly check her weight).

“Uh, Uh, Uh” I stammered. I tried to erase the thought of that perky backside reddening under my heavy slaps from my rather large hands.

“No. That’s a bad idea,” was all I could come up with. “Perhaps we should change the subject?” I begged.

“I … I agree," said Bart.

But as he said it, he gave me a look which almost said “I would love to see it.”

And a few weeks passed. We occasionally ran into Kylie and Bart at the country club. They went to France for a two-week vacation and we, shortly after they returned, spent two weeks hiking in the Rockies.

So Chloe enjoyed a break from seeing Kylie’s big titties and listening to her mean girl gossip about the neighborhood women until Kylie and Bart invited themselves over one October Saturday night to watch the UW versus UCLA football game.

As the Huskies fell further behind UCLA, glasses of bourbon on ice replaced the white wine we were drinking pregame. At that point, the conversational filters evaporated.

“So we buy a 55-inch ultra high definition TV for the family room. He insists that he can mount it by himself - we could have just paid the Geek Squad a few dollars to do it but NOOO he had to do it himself. Needless to say, he doesn’t identify the proper stud to mount the bracket, and CRASH, the TV shatters on the floor. He’s utterly useless around the house. He can’t fix anything and when he tries it ends up costing twice as much to fix the mess he made.”

The bourbon had taken hold. Chloe snapped. “A good wife should never speak that way about her husband in front of others. It is cruel and demeaning!”

“It’s no big deal,” sputtered Bart.

“It is a big deal!” answered Chloe. “You should drag her home and spank her bare ass!”

“Yeah. Like he’s going to do that!” snapped Kylie.

“Probably not,” said Chloe, “but he does have a good friend named Rob who I suspect would be more than happy to handle that chore for him!”

I’m not sure who was more stunned at that point, Kylie or me. We both froze. I looked Kylie in the eyes and saw pure terror which excited me to a level I had never before experienced. I wanted nothing more than to have that bitchy little bare backside over my knee and Chloe delivered her to me.

Before Kylie could escape, Cloe grabbed her wrist and twisted her body in a position that allowed her to unbuckle Kylie’s belt, lower her jeans to her knees, and deposit her onto my lap.

Kylie shouted for Bart to intervene.

Bart sat back and watched with a passive smile.

She struggled to escape.

I swung my right leg over both of her legs and pressed down on her back.

She clawed at my left leg in an effort to get me to release her. It hurt but the pain was trivial compared to the excitement that drove me.

My right hand was free, and Kylie’s body was effectively immobilized. Her husband Bart sat like a passive spectator not at all disturbed by the spectacle unfolding before him.

And there, perched over my left thigh was Kylie’s wonderful backside waiting for justice to be rendered.

Now let me just say, I had never given a spanking, nor had I ever been spanked. Having said that, what was to follow was so instinctual that no prior experience would be required to deliver a wonderfully effective spanking.

Of course, her thin cotton panties were still in place. An equivalently painful spanking could have been delivered without lowering them. On the other hand, slapping the panties rather than the skin would have diminished the auditory effect of skin slapping skin. I felt compelled to use my free hand to lower them to just below the gluteal cleft. The resulting view was delightful.

While all of us in the room (with Kylie’s exception) were eager for the spanking to begin, I paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of that pale, white, firm backside before reddening it with my heavy right hand.

SLAPP!

"OW!" She howled.

SLAPP!

"OW!" Again.

SLAPP! SLAPP!

"OW! DAMMIT!"

SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!

"OW! OW! DAMMIT!"

SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!

"OWWWWWWW!" she howled.

Both of her cheeks were bright red.

Of course, my cock was as hard, thick, and engorged as it had ever been. Chloe would be the beneficiary of that largess in the not-too-distant future.

SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!SLAPP!

"OWWWW!"

“Have you had enough Miss Kylie?”

"YESSSS!"

“Are you sure?”

"YESSSS!"

SLAPP!SLAPP!SLAPP!SLAPP!

"OWWW!"

I couldn’t resist. One more…

SLAPP!

"OWWWW!"

My heart was racing. I so enjoyed myself but I knew that I had to stop. The lesson had been delivered.

“So, do you get the message, Kylie?”

"OW YES OK," she responded.

"Are you angry at me?" I asked.

“A little,” she answered rubbing her sore backside with both hands, unconcerned about displaying her nicely trimmed beaver to the 3 of us.”

“Understand that we are all friends and we take care of each other. Bart is a good man and he deserves your love and respect,” I lectured.

“Yes,” she offered.

After a long pause, she started to pull up her panties and jeans but it was too painful and stopped halfway. She turned around and gave Bart a hug and a kiss.

“Chloe tells me that you don’t like giving blow jobs.”

Kylie reluctantly nodded.

“Given all the indignities that Bart has experienced over the past weeks. I think he deserves one from you. Personally, I think he should get to cum in your mouth and, if you truly love him and respect him, you will swallow every drop.

“Would you agree to do that tonight? I suspect he is quite excited after seeing you get such an excellent spanking.” I added.

She nodded.

“So why don’t you head home and take care of your husband? I think that is a private matter between you two but I may ask him tomorrow if you met his expectations,” I concluded.

Kylie gingerly pulled up her panties and jeans and walked out the door hand in hand with Bart.

And when Chloe and I finished our second round of the evening, she said “I hope she doesn’t learn a thing so we can do this again.”