Our continuing quest for the more playful, less severe, but still stinging stories. A familiar young male Bizarre spanking actor plays an angry husband whose wife comes home at 1 AM from clubbing. She's a saucy and sexy Brit, who is probably not surprised to find herself OTK in a nonce. Husband starts her off with a defining handspanking on black slacks, which he soon works down to expose red lace panties. The wife puts up a delicious struggle to cover her bottom, now and throughout her spankings. Soon she's kneeling on the couch--but the Bizarre directors never can quite achieve the most pleasing perspective--they're too close, too centered, etc. Not enough angles or distance for us to admire the assets or to flatter them. We think you need an actual spanking fan on the camera.

The wife brought home a friend, Brenda, who is downstairs. The husband pounces on her too, and she's quickly OTK and shortly stripped down to bra and skimpy thong. "You wait until my husband hears about this." But she looks like she's having a good time anyway. She kneels on the couch for some hard cat-o-nine-tails. In fact our spanker does call her husband, Malcolm, who materializes and is fascinated, not seeming to mind that his wife is taking a whipping in her minimal underwear by another man in the middle of the night. He takes over the spanking, but he's not as deft as our Bizarre actor.

The husband resumes and swipes Brenda with a bundle of birches, once and only once. It must have hurt more than they intended. He shows Malcolm how to use the martinet. His own wife is brought back, and the two girls are spanked together. Finally the cane is produced. Brenda takes six strokes, that's all; at least she's nude by this point. The caner likes to tap-tap and saw, which produces cute anticipatory squirming.

To his wife: "Come to bed." "Yes, sir." She did pretty well, never lost her pants and avoided the cane. Wonder what came next?