We’re home from a family BBQ, and you’re furious with me! You can’t understand why I, your wife, was dressed so provocatively for an event where your two nephews were in attendance. I’d not expected a 19 year old and 22 year old to even notice me, but you’re convinced that my short skater skirt will have made them terribly hot under the collar, especially as I’m wearing sheer tan holdups, and the lacy tops must have been visible when I bent over! I apologise and argue, but you insist that I show you whether or not I was wearing a bra, because you suspect that my nipples were visible through my sweater. Reluctantly I strip for you, revealing that not only was I wearing no bra, but I’m wearing scandalously sheer white panties, which you confiscate too! Left naked except for my holdups and high heels, I’m dreadfully humiliated, but worse is to come. You tell me to open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, and when I do, I find a leather paddle, which you’d bought especially for such an eventuality! You tell me to bend over the end of the bed, and place the paddle on my back, ready for the spanking you’re going to give me later, once I’ve had time to reflect upon my inappropriate clothing choices. What a terrible day this has turned into. For me; not, obviously for my naughty nephews.
