|That will be 30 smacks, ma'am.|
Sometimes, when my husband and I pass each other in the hallway between the living room and bedroom, he'll block my way with his arm, and pull me into him. Then he'll lower my pants and underwear, bend me over his arm and proceed to smack my bottom a dozen or so times. Then he'll pull my pants back up and I'll be on my way.
He says I have to "pay a toll" to pass through my own hallway!