Bob was checking his horse racing bets on the TV and consistently losing (or his horse fell) when in came his long-suffering partner Stephanie. She was suspicious of how quickly he turned off the television and grilled him whether he had been gambling, “you know what I think of that.” Worse still, he had used her ‘emergency money’ from the jar, £20 he said but she checked his betting slips. He’d lost the lot but she vowed to get her satisfaction and spanked his big, idle backside over her knee, hard, fast and furious. It was really hurting. He’d have to repay her or take nightly thrashings and do all her chores for a week, starting by making her a cup of tea. With him out of the room the cheeky minx checked HER horse. It didn’t win but she’d backed it each way and hadn’t lost money on it.