For being lippy, much less for copying, the punishment is a spanking on the bare bottom.”“Not my bare bottom! I’m a modest girl.”“Doesn’t ...ave to be.” He sat down on the history book. “You can be held back a grade. Choose!” She walked over to stand on his right.“Please sir, not bare.”“A bare ninth-grader or a clothed eighth-grader. It’s your choice.” Looking reluctant, she mimed removing her skirt. She stood with her thumbs on the waistband of her imaginary panties. “Bare means bare. Be bare on. She laughed and said you should have seen your face as you said that. I said for some reason it isn't easy for a man to tell his wife to fuck another man. She took a sip of her drink then leaned back displaying complete confidence and said yes I had given it some thought. Had I asked. She said yes I thought about it all day after we talked about it. So are you going to do it I said. She said I did. You did what I asked. She said I had Keith fuck me. When I almost shouted. She said a week ago. I made it to the fence as quietly as I could and found a crack between the slats. She was lying down on her stomach with her head away from me. She had moved her chair a little closer to the fence so she was only about 20 feet from me. She had untied her top and lay with her legs partly spread. I could see her pink thong between her legs and thought about the treasure just on the other side of that fabric.Then I saw something that surprised me ... the fabric had a wet spot right there between. It was something she could focus on, instead of the roaring fight for sound pollution. In one corner her dog, and the other her husband. She could hear the boxing bell ring, and she could picture the two of them sitting opposite each other in the ring, snoring to see who’s the loudest. It’d have to be one for the judges, it was too close to call. The snow continued to fall. Her eyes fluttered from flake to flake, as they danced in the light of the street lamp. It shined into the window, and.