I came to expect it like some fifties house wife. Secretly, I even began to like the attention. I felt like he was approving of me by slapping my ass,...I felt like I must be doing a good job. I would feel a little buzz of satisfaction every time he did it. Soon I could tell that he was ordering me around more, making me do more of the prep, and making me do more of the "bitch" work in the back while he joked with the waitresses. His ass slapping was constant too, and I think other people were. What do you guys do all afternoon, anyway?”Andy grinned and tried to look nonchalant. “Oh, we just get together and hang out.”“Sure you do,” Henry grinned. “I’ll bet you do the same things Donna and I do.”“Really? What’s that?” Andy replied, his interest piqued.Henry lowered his voice. “Mostly, we get naked and fuck like bunnies.”“Henry!“ Donna punched him in the arm. “I heard that!”“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” Henry defended himself, rubbing his arm.Patti intervened, “Well, really, guys, we do. I got back from the bathroom and decide to curl up and sleep on the recliner. My back had been sore from spending the previous few nights on the wooden floor. I quickly got comfortable and fell back asleep.It wasn't long before my arm began to cramp from being pressed into the chair. I woke up and shifted to my other side. Just before I dosed back to sleep I noticed the spot on the floor I left vacant next to my wife had been filled. I squinted to see who it was, but it was but they were. I reached down between her legs and, with one finger, rubbed between the lips of her pussy. She was incredibly hot, and my finger came away soaked in a mixture of her cum and Bobby's. I moved my finger up to her little asshole and rubbed it gently, "Now," I said, "you still have another thirty spankings to go, but, if you agree to make some changes around here, maybe I'll forgive you and forget the rest."She stopped sobbing, and looking up at me, asked "Anything, Daddy, I'll do anything,.