I take liberties, and offer a solution

“Three, sir.” After the third whack, I rest my hand on her round cheek and rub it in a soft circle. The change in my technique does not go unnoticed, I can feel my pretty tenant stiffening in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I have to punish you like this.” I murmur consolingly as I feel the heat of her firm skin under my palm. I hope the gentle caress is soothing the discomfort from the blows, but more importantly it gives me a chance to feel her smooth toned skin of her ass. This poor girl doesn’t know how to react to the combination of pleasure and pain, and I’m taking advantage of her inexperience and confusion. “There might be another way, but I don’t know if it is something you’d even be interested in.” I see her head start to turn, but before she can ask about my offer, my hand comes down on her other cheek. This time, I let my fingers slip into the gap between her legs.

When Alison first lay across my lap, her legs had been tightly pressed, but by the time my fourth blow landed, there was a noticeable gap between the soft white skin of her inner thighs. When my fingers slide into this forbidden zone and Alison clenches her legs tightly together but all this does is trap them between the soft warm skin of her inner thighs.

“Please, Mr. Patterson.” Alison groans weakly, as my fingers brush the thin layer of cotton that is the only thing between me and Alison’s pussy. Perhaps she thinks I have come to my senses, because I do pull my hand from her legs, but only to wind up for the next smack to her ass.

“We’ll have to do that last one again, Alison.” I tell her firmly, “If you don’t count, it will take a lot longer.” Before she can protest, the next blow lands on her wiggling butt.

“Four, sir!” Alison is quick to remedy her error, counting the blow before she begs me for mercy. “Please, Mr. P, you said there’s another way?” This time when I caress her firm ass, she doesn’t protest not even when my fingers venture back into the small gap where her legs don’t quite touch. “Oh please Mr. P, I’ll do it, whatever you want.”

“You don’t even know what I’m proposing, Angel.” I remind her, “It is probably best to just finish up this spanking.” In spite my words, I am in no hurry to remove my fingers from where they are wedged tightly against her sex.

“No, I’ll do it.” Alison moans softly, “whatever it is, I’ll do it!” With a smile, I lift the trembling blonde from my lap and help her stand between my knees with my hands on her hips as she sways like a flower in the breeze. Her face is smeared with makeup running in streaks from her eyes, but even like this, she is beautiful.

“You don’t have to pay your rent, Angel, not ever.” I tell her soothingly, and there will be no more spankings, Alison’s face brightens for a second before it clouds over again. She knows there’s a catch. “You just have to do one thing for me, maybe once a week.”

“What, Mr. P?” I can tell by the way her voice drops to a breathy whisper that my naïve young tenant knows what I am going to say.

“You are so beautiful, Alison.” I tell her as I wipe a tear from her cheek. “I want to sleep with you.” I take advantage of her confusion to kiss her firmly on her quivering lips. “I want to enjoy every bit of your firm young body. Just one night a week; it will be good for both of us, I promise.”