Samantha and Mike have dinner

"It's not funny," fumed Samantha, sitting at the table with Mike. The two had just finished their dinner. "You made me relive the single most humiliating moment of my life! In front of hundreds of people! On live television! I was mortified!"

"Yep," said Mike. "That's why it's funny."

"Oh my god. You are such an incredible dick! I can't believe you!"

Instead of answering, Mike stood up. He marched to the other side of the table, grabbed Samantha and pulled her to her feet, ignoring her complaints. He was much stronger than her, so it was easy. Then, he stripped her completely naked, smacked her bottom a few times and marched her out the front door of the house.

"Wait... wait, where are you going? You can't take me out there! Stop!"

Samantha smacked Mike's arm and tried to make her let him go, but he was unstoppable. He marched her out onto the sidewalk, and bound her to a telegraph pole, using some duct tape he'd brought along for the purpose. Then, he went back inside, leaving a squirming and utterly furious Samantha tied up in broad daylight, totally nude.

A nineteen-year-old paperboy in a propeller beanie pulled up. "Gee willikers," he said, impressed, not getting off his bike. "It's Officer Suzuki! And she's totally stark nuders! I gotta tell the fellas!"

"Don't you dare, you little creep!" whined Samantha, as the paperboy pulled out his phone. Mike came out of the house again, holding two signs he had obviously prepared earlier. He placed them down on either side of Samantha, and stepped back, admiring his handywork.

One sign read "LAUGH AT MY HOT NAKED WIFE". The other read "MY HOT NAKED WIFE HAS A SPANKY PANTS FETISH".

"Golly. Officer Suzuki has a spanky pants fetish? The fellas'll sure want to know about this!"

"What's going on here?" said Ivan, the guy from next door. His wife, Jenny, leaned over the railing and said, "He's staking out his wife again."

"Well, I can see that, Jenny, I do got eyes, you know. What I'm asking is, why's he staking her out this time?"

"She probably complained too much. That girl's got a mouth on her."

"I do not have a mouth on me! None of you are allowed to look at me! I am a police officer!"

Three of the paperboy's friends had just pulled up on their bikes. One was a tomboy, and the other two were the regular kind of boy. "Wow," said the tomboy. "This your hot naked wife, Mister?"

"That she is," Mike said. "Ain't she grand?"

"Wow," the tomboy breathed, drinking in every inch of Samantha, from her full heavy breasts to her dark nipples, her furious eyes to her strong thighs, her flat stomach to her glisteningly wet ebony pussy. "I wish I had a hot naked wife like that."

"Well, I do lend her out sometimes. Mostly to lesbians, of course."

"Hey, I'm a lesbian!"

"Interesting."

"Mike! Don't you dare lend me out to that tomboy! Let me go right now! I am a strong independent woman and I deserve dignity!"

Mike chuckled, pinching her nipple. "No, you're not," he said. "You're a hot naked wife. Hey, everyone, look at my hot naked wife! Isn't she gorgeous?"

"Hey, didn't I see you on TV?" said one of the other boys. "Aren't you Captain Spanky Pants?"

"NO!"

"Yes," said Mike. "Yes, she is."