They took her by surprise when she opened the front door, three stocky men who barged into the house almost knocking her over. "W-What do you want?" she gasped, her throat dry as she stared at them in terror.

"Your husband double crossed us before he fled to Spain, Mrs Collins," said the obvious leader, a big man in a smart grey suit," and we want the deposit box number he left with you."

"W-what deposit box?" she cried desperately for she had no idea what they were talking about.

"So that's how you want to play it," he said, shaking his head sadly, "well I need to persuade you to see reason."

Michelle Collins nearly fainted, imagining her bruised and battered face after they had done. The big man laughed, reading her mind. "Oh I'm too much of a gentleman to break a pretty girl's nose - first time anyway - but we have other methods which often help ladies to see sense."  He clicked his fingers and one of the men scurried back to the car, returning in seconds with an implement in his hand.

"Seen one of these before, Michelle?" he grinned and her face paled as her mouth gaped like a fish.

"So you recognise a cane, sweetheart?" he continued, flexing it in his fingers as she trembled in shock. "Bet your pretty arse has never felt one though," he continued, "but that's about to change. See we've brought a camera so hubbie can see what happens when wifey doesn't cooperate."

"Noooooo - " she cried, trembling from head to foot as the men chuckled.

"Now you better cooperate or it will be worse for you," he snarled. "Now get your skirt and knickers off!"

She felt her face burning. "No, please -"

"DO IT!"

Quickly she obeyed, baring herself before their eager eyes.

"Very nice," the big man grinned, "now get across that table. You're getting fifty strokes."

She lay there, bottom raised, then the cane whipped in for the first time. Oh Christ!. After twenty strokes other feelings began to merge with the pain and she realised her legs were apart, showing them everything.

"Dirty little slut," the big man grinned. "I can see you're ready for phase 2," as he unzipped his pants ......

***

Jack Collins, 500 miles away in Spain, grinned as he loaded the DVD and watched his pretty wife's arse bared and striped. His hard on was immense as Michelle was gang banged after the punishment.  This was his payback. He knew she'd played around while he was in prison. He loved her and five years was a long time but that was no excuse. This was a way of getting revenge without her ever knowing she'd been set up. One day when she could join him he might show her the film...maybe.  He grinned. Meanwhile he'd given Mike and the boys another excuse to raid. The bitch would be getting 50 more next week, in the diaper position. He could hardly wait!