Howard’s wails shut off as if she had thrown the main power switch to his lungs. He knelt before her on his knees while she stood over him and smirked at the spineless wimp of a child that her husband had become. She shook her head and thought, “All it took was one swat on his fanny to reduce him to a sniveling tot! I’ve seen two-year-olds with more courage than he has. So much for his vaunted manhood. Look at him! I’ll bet that in a week he’ll be sucking his thumb. He looks young enough to start now. He won’t argue with me in the future. If he does, I’ll show him what a real spanking feels like!”
Howard gazed up at his wife with a tear streaked face and said in a small voice, “I wet myself again, Anita. Would you help me change into some dry underwear? Please?”
Anita grinned and replied, “What did you say? Did my LITTLE man go wee-wee in his panties?”