In THOSE shorts? She's getting spanked one way or another

"Hey Candace, hold up!" you say.

She spins around and jogs slowly while looking at you. "What's up?" she says, bubbly as always.

"Do you know what today is?" you ask.

"Saturday!" she says, beginning to turn away.

"It's also my birthday", you tell her. She clutches her hands to her mouth in surprise.

"Oh!" she says, slowing to a walk and falling into step beside you. "I can't believe I didn't see that! I was just on Facespace this morning!". She casts around and her eyes alight on a nearby park bench. She angles towards it, looking at you questioningly.

"That's actually something I wanted to bring up" you say, seizing the opportunity.

She stops moving mid-step, cheerfulness gone. Her eyes are shining and her lip trembles as she looks up at you. "I-I know I have a problem" she says in a quavering voice. "If I could get some reliable consequences for when I... you know... but I don't. I never know when I've pushed too far, and then people get mad, and, and..."

You take her hand and guide her to the park bench, she's shaking like a leaf all he way. "I'll tell you what" you say. "For the next month, I'll monitor your social media. If I feel anything is inappropriate, I'll respond saying what kind of punishment you've earned and when you're going to get it. That way you'll know what I think crosses the line, and your friends will see that you're facing consequences for the things you say. We can reassess where we are in a month, okay?"

"Y-you'd do that?" she asks plaintatively. When you nod she bursts into tears, soaking your shirt as she hugs you. "Oh reader!" she bawls. "Thank you so much! I'm gonn, I'm gonna... thank you. You don't know what this means!"

You let her sob into your shirt for a while - you had really expected this after the spanking, not before - but eventually she peels herself off and looks at you expectantly. You sit on the bench and pat your lap.

Candace pulls her jogging shorts down to her ankles, revealing a sporty black thong that beautifully frames her heart-shaped derriere. She lowers herself across your lap and grips the far armrest of the park bench, cheeks tensed in preparation for the first blow. "I need it so bad" she murmers quietly.

You start out hard, but not too hard, knowing this will be more of an endurance contest than anything. Candace is extremely stoic, not reacting at all at first. It feels like several minutes later that she starts grunting in response to your ministrations; low, angry grunts. By this time your hand is completely numb and her brown cheeks are showing a distinct silvery sheen. You feel your blows losing power, and stop to massage your aching shoulder.

"I have an idea" she says in a low voice. "Dont - don't go, all right? I'll be right back". She gets off your lap and shuffles over to a nearby wooded area, her shorts still binding her ankles. She keeps casting glances back at you, as though worried you'll get up and she'll have to chase after you. But you're content to massage your shoulder and observe, having an idea what she has in mind.

Candace breaks off a slender willow twig and makes her embarassing shuffle back to you, stripping the leaves off it almost meditatively. 'I'm an idiot' she says simply. 'providing the implement is traditionally the woman's responsibility. I'm all about tradition with other people, but in my own life...'

She kneels in front of you, presenting the switch straight-armed. "Please reader, I deserve to be punished with this" she says formally, looking at your knees.