Not yet, she needs to be taught a lesson.

“Zip up you suit.” You command having enough of your manipulative wife's games for the evening.

“Going all Puritan on me?” Selina doesn't comply but instead fires back with a contemptuous tone, “Going to teach me a lesson while you go all blue balls? Come on Doc, I can see you're almost erect, so lets get on with it. Most guys would kill to avoid foreplay.”

You know Selina is naturally rebellious, yet also likes to push your buttons, goading you on, seeing if she can make you compromise your standards, or if you will lose your cool. You've never been able to fully read her when she gets like this. Probably some strange mixture of both. But it doesn't really matter, either way you resolve to teach Mrs. Anderson a lesson this night.

“I said, zip up your suit.” You repeat yourself with a sterner voice. “You have gone too far this time Selina, so yes, I am going to teach you lesson, and you will not like it.”

Your wife quietly looks you over. You can see you have piqued her curiosity and maybe made her a bit nervous. “Fine.” She finally complies and unceremoniously zips up her skin tight purple cat-suit.

“Put your cowl back on.” Is your next order, which is obeyed, but with equal willfulness.

“Now what, Doctor Anal?” Selina is clearly goading you. “Are you going to make me write 'I'm sorry' a hundred times?”

“No. You're going to go make a video as the Catwoman publicly announcing your retirement, promising you will never steal again, apologizing to everyone you stole from, including disrespecting the Justice League, and then post it along with the filth on that pornographic site that you enjoy so much.”

“Pfft.” Selina rolls her eyes with sheer rejection, “Get fucked.”

“After you have fully apologized,” you continue to instruct your intransigent wife, “you will asked to be spanked with the strap you stole from that museum during our vacation to Scotland last summer to fully pay for your crimes. You know, the one you took to get back at the tour guide you thought was so rude.”

“You saw me take that?!” Selina's cool demeanor cracks. “That's a Rosla Tawse from Lochgelly. It's not like one of our bedroom toys, that's for real judicial punishment. They made it special out of double think leather when the 'raise of school leaving age' was passed. It was used only on the most incorrigible boys who were near the age of manhood. It suppose to be the most painful spanking device ever made, even worse than the cane or the paddle.”

“We both know you not only have earned this punishment but you deserve it too.” Is you curt answer.

Selina again pauses, looking deep into your eyes to see if you mean it; And you do.

You do not wait for a reply. “Go get it,” you will tolerate no delay, “I will set up the camera.”

Selina's eyes flare with fierce objection but without a word she turns and heads off to the her storage closet to get the implement of her chastisement.

By the time she returns, her closets are always a mess, you are set up, having placed your hacked laptop on a pedestal. Attach on top of the screen is an HD cam facing towards the keyboard so that Selina can read the screen while being recorded. The devices face a nondescript blank wall so that the video will not be traced.

“Log on and announce to your 'community' that you will be uploading a new personal video.”

“I've never posted a video of myself to any of my sites before.” Selina tries to justify herself.

“Sites?” You catch the plural.

“Fucking hey.” Selina mutters, frustrated at her mistake.

“Use them all.” You command as you watch her carefully.

Your wife opens a program called a “Tor Browser” that she secretly placed on your laptop. Numerous webpages with such urls as xhamster, spankbang, xvideos, pornhub and xnxx are scrolled through as Selina logs in with the less then original username “sexkitten69.” Even more revealing are the hundreds of links to various pornographic material.

“You won't be able to sit for a week.” You growl that your hospital laptop has been compromised for so long and at the revelation that your wife is a porn addict.

When the raven-haired beauty is finished she faces you and stares at you with that challenging glare, “Are you really going to make your wife become a webcam porn model?”

“My wife, no.” You answer. “But Catwoman, most certainly; tonight will be a fitting end to your criminal career. Now get in front of the camera and do what the screen tells you. If you play games the more correction you will have to take.”

“Fuck you.” Selina flatly states before she takes her position.

Picking up your cell you text Selina's first command which appears on the laptop screen for the busty burglar to read and obey.