"You adulterous little cunt!" he snarled, his hand tingling from the force of the slaps. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about shame that you're not about to forget!"

In squealing surprise, Jean cried out her stinging pain, her hurt-dimmed eyes wetly filling with tears. She looked in blank astonishment up at him, at the same time reaching back to soothingly caress her crimson flushed ass-cheeks. "Wh-What did you do that for…?" she almost innocently whimpered.

"Stop, Mark! Don't! My God, don't please?" Carol begged, grasping his hand to keep him from repeating the act. "I'll do anything you say! Only don't punish her! S-She's not herself… the accident…!"

Mark caught himself, but hardly with any feeling of guilt. "And what's your Goddamned excuse, Mrs. Foster?" he spat at her. "Or is licking cunt part of your regular diet?"

"Oh God!" Carol desperately groaned. "Please… I'll do whatever you want…"

"You're fucking well told you will!" the enraged young husband fumed, breathing heavily. "You both will, damnit! You, darling wife, take my cock in your hand! Go on! Wrap those dainty little pussy-fingers around it! Hurry up, or I swear, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Do it!"

Though mentally stunned, as well as physically smarting across the mounds of her nakedly trembling buttocks, Jean couldn't deny the rekindled sensation of erotic excitement her husband's sadistic spanking licked into flame within her sensuously revolving belly! Her LSD-warped brain had already begun to erotically spin, the pointed sight of his hard; upraised penis abruptly adding to the sensual stimulation! She stared at it for a long moment in growing captivation! It suddenly seemed that she could actually see the hot, rushing blood pounding through its long, thick hardness, through the tiny intricate veins of its flushed, heavily palpitating head… even the microscopic spermatozoa swimming and fishtailing wildly around in the little pearls of escaped semen adorning the tiny split in the tip of his cock…!