Snap!

Ron came into the kitchen from outside and took off the jacket that we share. It hangs by the back door and we both use it for quick trips to the back yard or garden when the weather is chilly.

"I found this elastic in the pocket. Did you forget it?" Ron knows I fill the pockets of any item of clothing with assorted clutter, and he wanted to stop it from happening to something he had to wear.

"I don't remember. Just put it in the cupboard." I turned away, and as I did, I felt a dull thud as Ron snapped the thick blue rubber band against my bottom. Ooh! Was it playtime?

"I didn't feel that. Try it again." He did. Still nothing.

"Wait a minute." I hooked my thumbs over the waistbands of my stretch pants and panties and pulled them both down far enough to expose my bottom. "Now try it."

Snap. I felt a small sting on my right cheek. "Ow." Then another sting on the left side. "That wasn't so bad."

But I spoke too soon. I didn't expect a delayed reaction. Five seconds later both cheeks were burning sharply. Ow! Ow! Ow! I rubbed them vigorously and looked over my shoulder to make sure the rubber band was on its way to the container that held its companions. It was. Ron had made his point.

Once the smarting had subsided, I considered the possibilities. That might be a good substitute for spanking if noise was an issue. It certainly was silent but deadly.