229 The dinner party

My fantasy: to be taken to a bedroom and spanked at a dinner party

POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly tell him what I want.
POOF!

My strict wife and I attended a dinner party with several other couples in attendance.
I had not properly gauged the political leanings of our hosts, and made a disparaging remark about the current occupant of the White House.
The room turned silent.  An angry look flashed onto the face of our female host, which immediately transferred to my strict wife's face.  
My strict wife pulled a hairbrush out of her purse, and said to the host, "May we use a bedroom? My husband needs a lesson in manners."
The host nodded. 
I turned white.
MSW stood up, and pulled me into the bedroom. She left the door open.
She sat on the edge of the bed,  while I stood in front of her, and reached out and undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, then she pulled me down over her lap 
and 

I tried to keep my moans and yelps quiet for all the good it did...
After twenty minutes of blistering my bottom, she stopped and said, "Now get up, and get your pants on."
I pulled up my briefs then my pants.
We returned to the living room and I tried to ignore the bemused look on the faces of the other couples.
I spent the rest of the evening, mostly standing, and keeping my mouth shut.
I found a wall to lean against, and 
I closed my eyes and
Poof! I was home again.