Up the stairs the ladies trooped,
Glad for any small reprieve;
"So, what's the plan?" Gen queried Marce,
"What have you up your sleeve?"
For in Gen's heart there was the hope
This paddling to evade;
"Plan? Why, none," Marcie frowned,
"Except to do as we are bade.
"Girls, we have it coming,
That fact you can't deny;
And in my little household,
With my word you will comply.
"So calm down, Genevieve, my dear,
You mustn't fume and fuss.
Your fate is across your husband's knee;
In his fairness you must trust.
"And you, sweet Mary, with downcast eyes,
Be strong, don't look so flat!
A few smart swats and you'll be done,
It won't be as bad as that."
Marcie, with these words persuaded,
And even more by what she did;
For as she spoke her belt unfastened,
And o'er her hips her pants she slid.
In a hushed and breathless silence,
Gen and Mar exchanged a rueful look,
Put their hand upon those buckles,
And their trousers they forsook!
And who would have thought that
Proud Genevieve preferred a flowered panty?
Or that Mary, demure and virtuous,
Wore briefs bright red and scanty?
Now Marcie (whose tastes ran more to lace)
Adjusted her elastic,
Then led her charges down the stairs,
To face the punishment most drastic.
Poor dears, in heels and panties,
Blushed to meet the gaze of men;
Pampered bare-legged beauties--
Was this happening to them?
Yes, it almost softened the hearts
Of the men in shirts and loosened ties,
To see the pleas for mercy
In those meek and soulful eyes.
But the husbands were resolved,
That for mischief the girls would pay,
Each took his wayward spouse in hand,
To treat in the time-honored way.
Across his lap and over,
Each miscreant was placed;
Marcie, Mary, Genevieve--
Naughty wives disgraced!
Each turned and gawked in disbelief
At her fellows' discomfiture;
Each saw herself in her comrades' plight,
Their punishment was sure!
Three delicate, silk-clad bottoms,
Turned up to face the sun,
Three lower lips were bitten,
Knowing what was to come.
There was a silent moment then,
When all seemed to think and weigh,
Each man considered justice,
Each wife prayed that she'd be brave.
Then Daniel's hand came crashing down
On Marcie's pert behind,
Next the feisty Genevieve,
And Mary, too, began to find
Things a bit unpleasant,
As a sting like fiery ants,
Grew, and spread, and finally settled
'Neath the ladies' underpants.
Three spankings going on at once,
A trinity of beats!
And, oh, what somber music played
Upon those lovely seats!
"Ron, I'll do no wrong again,"
Cried Mary, "please, no more!"
"We'll be good," piped Marce and Gen--
But the men had heard it all before.
And so the beat continued
While the guilty backsides reddened;
The wives would learn attention,
When e'er their husbands threatened.
But do not think that Mother Nature
Her daughters would forget;
In every angry husband
There lurked a soft spot yet.
For liquid eyes and whimpered sighs
And other female tricks,
All began to take their toll
'Fore the spanks reached thirty-six.
One by one the men began to slacken,
And the pace was not so much;
The spanks still fell on target,
But betrayed a softer touch.
Mortified and humble,
The three had paid their due;
Now all the women yearned for
Was a caring hug or two,
Which their men with tender hearts bestowed,
And, proudly, one could tell,
For though their wives might misbehave,
They took a spanking well.
"Is there corner time?" asked Marcie,
"No, not tonight," judged Dan,
"But each of you must home to bed,
No supper in your plan."
Each wife went home and straight to bed,
As she'd been told to do;
But here's the even stranger thing:
Their husbands did so, too!
And here our tale must end, dear friends,
With details we won't bore;
Suffice to say, the couples did
The Reign of Love restore.
So, ladies, do be careful,
When on a shopping trip,
Remember Ron and Tom and Dan,
No duties may you skip!
And, gentlemen, be gentle
With those gems you just can't leave,
How uneventful life would be
Without your Marcie, Mary, Genevieve!
