My wife gave me a few hand spanks and said; “I think this would work nicely for me. It puts your bottom at the correct height for your spankings. ...et’s try it out for real. Take off your pants and underwear for me.” My wife said.“But what if anyone sees me?” I pleaded.“This store is in the middle of nowhere and we are the only ones in the store, so take them off now.”So I took off my pants and underwear and knelt on this newly found chair. I didn’t think I would be spanked on our ride in. ‘Wait here!’ he hissed, giving her knee an affectionate squeeze. ‘I’m going to go check the place out!’ ‘Be careful, Mike!’ she whispered, then on a sudden impulse, leant over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. ‘I will!’ He grinned and slipped out of the car, and casually strolled back toward the gates. Five minutes later, he was back. He slipped behind the wheel. ‘I think this might just be the place, babe!’ he informed her, excitedly. ‘They’ve got remote controlled gates and security. I’m putting in a claim. I mean it’s only fair, you’ve just been handed two quite nice little titties.”“I agree, it is only fair, and I realise that I can give these ones up because I now have the two nicest titties I’ve ever seen.”“You’re damn right. So, who’s the artist here, Sir Michael whatever-his-name the surgeon or Mother Nature the miracle worker?”“Mmm, hard to tell without a thorough examination, and you can’t get that on the National Heath.”“Well, Jake, I’m just going to check out my. We went to grab a bite at a nice little Lebanese restaurant nearby. Over some delicious plates of rice and beef Shawarma, Jean-Baptiste told me about his most recent ‘epiphany’. You saved my life that night and I think you were sent to me by God for a reason, Jean-Baptiste said. You needed help and I was around so I did what anyone would have done, I said simply. Jean-Baptiste looked into my eyes, and shook his head. God doesn’t make mistakes, he said. Allah is perfect it is we humans who are.