Seth's wife loved to whip his butt.
Whenever she got into the mood.
There was nowhere that he could hide.
She would find him at his friends' houses.
She would find him at the club.
And then whip his butt.
He may as well pull his pants down.
When he saw her coming.
And take his strap whipping like a henpecked man.
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