Samantha gets home

It was some time later.

"I'm home from my business trip! Did you have fun without me?" Samantha's husband, Mike Suzuki, walked into their comfortable house in Greenvalley. "I hope you didn't get into any... oh, no. What is this?"

"This?" Samantha looked up, startled, from the couch. "I was just, um... doing Ruby's makeup?"

"Really. Her makeup."

"...yes?"

"Then why, pray tell, is she tied to the coffee table?" They both looked down at Ruby, who was indeed tied to the coffee table, wearing a sexy bunny rabbit costume, wiggling and squirming. Mike sniffed the air.

"Have you been putting itching powder in people's spanky pants again?" he said.

"Um. No?"

"Then why did I read a special report in the newspaper this morning about the greatest high school prank of all time? A prank that, if I recall correctly, seemed to involve the entire female population of the town of Pinkwhistle getting itching powder put into their spanky pants?"

"Um. No reason."

Mike sighed. "We talked about this," he said. "But I can see you don't learn. Go into the bedroom and get changed."

"But, Mike..."

"You call me sir when you're being punished."

"I mean, but, sir," said Samantha, "they had it coming."

"I don't care."

Samantha disappeared into the bedroom, while Ruby tugged at her bonds, driven to distraction by the copious amounts of itching powder that had been rubbed into the inside of her pink leotard. It tickled incredibly! Finally, Samantha came back out, arms folded her large breasts and looking sheepish.

"Arms by your side," ordered Mike, and she obeyed. She stood in front of him, on the rug, shame-faced and feeling a little ridiculous. Wearing nothing but a pair of very tight green spanky pants.

"They're too small for me," she whimpered.

"Your ass got fatter in the last ten years." Mike picked up a small vial from the coffee table, and unscrewed the lid. He gave the contents a sniff, then hooked his finger into the front of Samantha's spanky pants and poured about half the contents down the front.

"No! Not that much!"

"You can dish it out, but you can't take it," said Mike, pouring the other half of the contents of the vial down the back of Samantha's spanky pants. He squeezed her bottom, massaging the powder in to her well-rounded cheeks, which weren't exactly fat but definitely had some heft to them. "How does it feel?"

"It tickles!"

"Good. Now walk down to the shop and get us some ice cream. Butter pecan, if they have it. Ask Dave to put it on my tab."