Turn Around

"Are you having impure thoughts?" my wife asked me as she applied her makeup, not even looking at me, somehow just sensing I was staring at her.

"N...no," I stammered.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I...it...it's difficult when...when you're naked," I said.

She lowered her eyeliner pencil, looked over at me, glared. "We talked about this," she said.

"I...I know," I said.

"You promised," she said.

"I...I'm trying," I said.

"Sissies don't stare at women like that," she said.

"You...you're my wife," I said.

"Sissies especially don't stare at their wives like that," she said.

"I...I won't," I said.

"Turn around," she said.

"Emma, please..."

"Turn around," she said again. "If you're going to look at me like that, you're not going to be permitted to watch me dress."

"Emma..."

She made a turn around motion with her fingers. "Honestly, do you want me to tell him you're looking at me like that? You know he'll spank you."