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Hearing him speak of harsher implements, the jumping beans in her stomach transformed into whirling dervishes and her bottom clenched tightly. She was grateful when another voice began to speak, forcing her attention away from those imagined scenarios that she didn't want to examine too closely. She listened as Roger began the demonstration.
    "Elaine, tell everyone why I agreed to demonstrate a spanking tonight," Roger instructed, his hand reaching out to take both of his wife's.
    Elaine's embarrassment was obvious from her flushed face, as well as the hesitant, quiet way in which she answered, too softly for the audience to hear.
    "You need to speak louder, sweetheart," Roger gently chastised her.
    "I'm sorry," Elaine said in a slightly louder voice. "I was disrespectful and rude to you, Sir."
    Abigail nearly fell out of her chair at Elaine's so-called confession, as well as the way she addressed her husband. Absolutely unable to tear her eyes away from them, she watched as Roger nodded.
    "Good girl," Roger said. "Yes, even though we've had several discussions about respect, you chose to be a naughty girl—"
    "I didn't mean…" Elaine interrupted, her feet beginning to shuffle, indicating her growing unease.
    "Interrupting is also disrespectful, young lady," Roger said, and Abby jumped in her seat as his hand rose and quickly reached around to slap against the back of Elaine's skirt. The woman gave a sharp yelp at the contact. "As I was saying," Roger started anew, "you chose to be naughty and I now choose to give you a public lesson in obedience, since you seem to be having a difficult time remembering our rules. I'm going to give you a spanking to help teach you that you are never to speak to me in that tone again. After I blister your butt, it is my sincere hope that you'll think twice the next time you disagree with something I've asked you to do. You may disagree with me and we will discuss it—however, if you scream and curse instead of putting forth your arguments like a mature adult, you'll be right back over my knees for another spanking. Do you understand why you are getting spanked tonight?"
    The entire room was silent as they waited for her answer. When it came, it was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Y–yes, Sir. I'm sorry, please, please don't spank me. I promise I–I won't ever be disrespectful again," Elaine whispered, the first tear glistening as it slowly tracked down her cheek. Her husband's reaction was to remove his hand from her bottom to gently trace her tear.
    "You know better than that, honey, and we both know how quickly you make such promises, don't we? You can always count on my taking care of you each and every time you choose to misbehave. I expect you to submit to your spanking and think about why you are over my lap as you learn this lesson. Are you ready for your spanking?" Roger asked.
    "Y–yes, Sir," Elaine replied, and Abby watched as Elaine was guided down across her husband's left knee, his right leg moving to trap both of hers. Elaine's hands gripped the legs of the chair, her hair cascading down to the floor that was mere inches beneath her head.
    With his wife in position, Roger reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to expose Elaine's panty-clad bottom. He slowly tucked the fabric into the waistband of her skirt to ensure it would stay in place. Abigail saw several women looking with obvious sympathy at Elaine. From the looks on their faces, and their quick furtive glances at their own husbands, Abby could easily imagine the women picturing themselves taking Elaine's place. Stealing a glance at Dean, her heart stuttered as his eyes captured hers. Seeing what appeared to be a question in the depths of his eyes, she had to look away. Unable to provide him with an answer, she returned her attention to the couple as Dean began to speak.
    "Roger is making sure that Elaine's clothing does not interfere in her spanking. It is your choice as to whether or not you allow your