“Ah.  Well.. perhaps, a bit of a demonstration?”  When his wife stands he does as well, and places a hand on her back and guides her to rest her hands on the arm of the chair.  He pauses at that moment, completely uncertain of what to do with her.  Unable to resist, he raises her skirt to see what she is wearing beneath.<br/>For a moment all he can really do is stare at her.  He has seen her naked many times before, but this time is was different.  It was on his terms in a way.  He wanted her skirt raised, so it was raised.  Brining his hand up, he hesitates, and then just softly touches her raised bottom.  He just caresses her shapely bottom, taking time to appreciate how lovely she is, how nice of an ass she has.<br/>Pulling himself back from his thoughts, he reminds himself why he started this in the first place.  Again, he raises his hand, and again he hesitates.  This time he brings his hand down to smack against her ass, but with very little force.  It makes a nice smack sound, but it wasn’t very hard.  He simply couldn’t bring himself to strike her that hard.  This was his wife, everything he had ever been told said he wasn’t to hit her.  Society told him hitting women was wrong, end of story.  He hopes Simon could show him how to overcome that, and how to hit without harming her.  Even though his strikes were light; he found it an incredible sensation to spank her, and gave her 20 evenly paced spankings.  None of them very hard, but it was a step forward.  He had actually punished her… he wasn’t sure she would see it that way.<br/>“Master.  That is how you refer to me, you are collared, and you are my slave.  Simon, lest you forget, is ‘Sir’.  It would be a shame if I had to spank you like an errant child if you forget that at the restaurant.”  Phill wasn’t positive he could go through with that, or if it would even be safe to do that.  The tone in his voice though suggested he liked the idea at least.  “Remove your blouse, and your skirt.   Put on an apron, and then you may start cleaning.  Fetch a cup of coffee first, make certain to put it on a tray, and kneel when you present it to me.”  Phill almost winced at that one; he was getting ahead of himself.  He needed the coffee though; it was that or more whiskey.  Coffee seemed safer.<br/>Still he didn’t want to scare Kate away from this.  The order was out there, so all he could do is wait and see what she would do.<br/>