No, having to show her titties was enough

“I think the humiliation of having to show everyone how small they really are is punishment enough. But if she shows up at church again wearing a padded bra, that’s exactly what will happen.”

“Kneel on the floor over here.”

Sherri appeared to know precisely what Ted expected. She knelt on the floor with her legs slightly spread and leaned forward until her chest touched the floor. This position presented a perfect target for Ted’s belt. It also meant that everyone at the table had a great view of Sherri’s ass and pussy.

Ted removed his belt. I hadn’t noticed before that he was wearing a thick work belt with dress pants. It looked a little out of place but I suspected it would be perfect for how he would be using it.

“You deserve at least 50 swats with my belt: 10 for each commandment you broke or caused someone else to break, plus an additional 5 each for talking back to me and your Mom.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Ted swung the thick belt hard.

SMACK!

Sherri’s thin butt didn’t provide much protection from the swat. Ted waited between strokes long enough that a thick red line across Sherri’s butt cheeks appeared.

WHACK!

The next stroke landed just below the first. Ted took his time for 25 strokes, methodically working the belt on all of Sherri’s “sit” area, including her upper thighs.

“Clear the table and clean the kitchen for your Mother. The rest of your punishment can wait until your chores are done.”

Sherri implicitly understood that these tasks were intended to be performed without putting her clothes back on. When she was finished, Ted directed Sherri to a wide chair in the living room.

“Sit back and spread your legs. Your bottom can’t take much more. The rest of the strokes you earned will be on your thighs.”

“Does it have to be in front of everyone?” “Your bad behavior was in front of everyone. Your punishment should be as well.”

My wife slouched in the chair, placing her butt near the front edge. She spread her legs as wide as she could. This was a more explicit view of my wife’s body than I had ever been allowed. I was a little jealous that other men were seeing it.

SMACK!

Ted started with the left thigh, just above the knee. The stroke might have been a little softer than the ones he applied to her butt. However, the result was even pronounced on her thigh. A dark red mark quickly appeared.

SMACK!

Ted applied a stroke to the same place on Sherri’s right thigh. He paused between strokes again, allowing the redness to develop. The third stroke was on her left thigh, just above the previous strike.

Ted continued to alternate sides, working further and further up Sherri’s thighs. The 19th and 20th strokes landed at the crease of my wife’s thigh and groin. There wasn’t any space left on her thigh for another stroke, let alone the five she had left. I found myself hoping that the remaining strokes would be directly between her legs. I’d never thought of it before, but I wanted to watch my wife’s pussy get spanked.