No...

"I..." Beth's heart pounded in her chest. {if Shame < 30
}"I'm not really interested..." she reached out and put a hand on his chest, feeling his muscles. "...in sleep at the moment." She gave him a mischievous grin. {elseif Shame < 70
}"I don't really want to go back to bed..." she bit her lip, leaning forward. {else
}"No..." she whispered. "No....sir...." a little louder that time. {endif
}
Kyle's small smile was predatory, and Beth felt a fresh wetness bloom between her legs. "Good."
In a blink, Kyle's hand gripped her tanktop right between her breasts, pulling her close as his lips came down on hers. Rational thought fled as Beth returned his kiss hungrily. Kyle's hand went from her tank top to her throat in one smooth motion, and his gentle yet firm grip held her head in place as he kissed her. His other hand had a tight hold on her wrist. His body pressed hers back against the island, trapping her in place.
{if Shame < 30
}Yes...yes... this is what I {if History = 0
}'ve always dreamed of. {else
}like...{endif
}{elseif Shame < 70
}I need this...{else
}I can't believe I'm {if History = 0
}finally{endif
}doing this. {if History > 0
}It's been so long. I've forgotten what it felt like. {endif
}{endif
}
Kyle broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. His hands still gripped her throat and wrist, and there were no smiles on his face.
"I knew you were a bad girl as soon as I first saw you...." At his voice and words, Beth's knees buckled, and only Kyle's grip on her neck kept her from sliding to the floor.
{if Shame < 30
}"Y...yes...I'm a very bad girl..." she croaked.
"Admitting it is a good first step." {elseif Shame <70
}"I...I don't want to be a bad girl, it's just....so hard..." she answered softly, "...to be good..."
"You need someone to teach you."
{else
}"I'm...I'm sorry, sir. I know it's wrong..." Beth felt tears welling up. She wasn't sure if they were tears of regret for her behavior...or tears of fear that she was displeasing Kyle.
"Shh...crying won't change anything..." Kyle wiped them away with a thumb. "Save them. You're going to need them in a moment." {endif
}

Beth was bent over the island now. Her shorts were at her ankles and her shirt was lifted to expose her ass. With one hand, Kyle had her face pressed to the countertop. His other...his other hand was delivering sharp smacks to her exposed ass cheeks. Every strike stung, sending pain and pleasure in equal measure through her body. Her ass was hot from the spanking. Her tears were spreading into a small puddle on the granite.
"Shh..." Kyle rubbed her burning ass gently. "You don't want anyone to hear what a bad little slut you are." His fingers reached down between her legs, and she gasped as they explored her snatch. "Oh, my. You're practically dripping down here."