" Thanks."Thursday night on the Midway was always pretty busy. Seemed like everybody in town showed up right around dinner time, though carnival food ...ever sounded like a good family dinner to me. Barb and I quickly had our hands full with other students, parents, and younger kids who all wanted to play our silly booth game. It was just a variation on your standard ring toss, but I think one of the guys had cut the pegs too short or something because nobody was having any luck that night. Not. “Oh” my wife replied “It was actually more fun than I had imagined”“I guess so” I replied “What time did you eventually get home?”“Close to midnight” she responded “I stayed to help clean-up” “Well” I said sarcastically “I sure enjoyed how you cleaned up once you got home.”“You did, huh?” my wife replied. “Well, you own me one later” she added with a wink and then headed out the door for work.A few day later, I once again, had the opportunity to look at my wife’s phone. While she was taking a. " I yelped and pulled away. "I'm the brat? Seriously? If anything, you're the brat! I'm fucking older than you, you're not gonna spank me like I'm some little ki-" he grabbed me by the waist, and put me over his knee. "Wuh, what are you doing?" I yelled, and squirmed, trying to get out, but he was a lot stronger than me. He lifted up my skirt, and spanked my ass once. It really hurt, and even though I was about to start wailing, I try as hard as I could to keep a straight face, but the tears. There are no lights on except for the strip showing under the front door and it's difficult for you to see where you're going. I steer you to the door on the left and warn you to watch out for the futon. Too late, I suspect, as I feel you stumble against it and fall slightly. You put out one hand and catch yourself, rolling on to your back and pulling me to land on top of you...You reach up and pull my head down to yours and kiss me again, running your other hand up and down my back, pushing my.