Léa will serve dessert

The pretty blonde trembling in your arms must expect you to want sex—and, despite her lovely blow job earlier, you do, desperately—but you still hope she will consent to stay the night with you and feel the need to save your passion, just in case. Accordingly, you explain that since Jie has left, you're in need of a waitress and scarcely are the words out of your mouth before the well-whipped lectrice surges to her feet and departs with a curtsey, thanking you earnestly for the opportunity to serve.

You get to your feet more lethargically and return the used switches to one of the vases, before sauntering back to the table and taking your seat in time for Léa to return with the fruit and biscuits your recently departed grad-student prepared earlier. You motion to the chair opposite and, transitioning effortlessly from waitress to guest, she sits with an admirable lack of discomfort, although her eyes are bright and her cheeks slick with tears. With the resilience of youth, she appears to be recovering rapidly from her terrible ordeal, even showing signs of her appetite returning, nibbling on a bourbon and popping a raspberry or two into her sweet mouth. You compliment her on her poise and courage and she in turn expresses apparently sincere admiration for your knowledge and skill with the switch.

"I don't mind telling you, Léa," you confide, conspiratorially, "that your belated bumps are the highlight of my day."

"I, also, Jaques," she looks down at the table for a moment, searching for words. "Tonight was horrible, an absolute nightmare, but I understand how those other girls feel. Proud of myself for taking such an awful whipping, for offering myself to you, despite all the pain. Also, loved and cared for and even respected, because of the diligence and tenderness you showed. I understand the contract between spanker and spanked in a way I do not think I fully grasped before. I hope that, if we continue, the rest of my birthday spankings will be less grievous, but of course the choice is yours, Jaques."

"Yes, Léa, please rest assured that tonight was a special occasion. If you're willing to continue, I'll try to make your future catch ups fun and interesting and not so excruciating. Until your next birthday, that is. Then I intend to strap that charming bum of yours into absolute jelly."

"I would expect nothing less, Jaques—"

The gorgeous girl is interrupted by the sound of your kettle boiling and soon you're treated to the delightful sight of her naked, elegant body standing in your kitchen as she resumes the rôle of maidservant, waiting for the water to cool to the perfect temperature for making the coffee. You admire the livid stripes painting her supple flesh and reflect upon how nice it is to have somebody other than one of your grad-students here. You think about how to broach the subject of her staying the night, although you also have a couple of disciplinary matters to consider, as well. When Léa approaches carrying a tray bearing cafetières, cups and various accoutrements, you smile in what you hope is a reassuring rather than predatory manner and launch into the spiel you've been preparing.