Play with her instead

You decide to test Vanessa some more. "Actually, I'm having second thoughts Vanessa. Which would you prefer me to do: to give you a hard spanking, or for me to play with your pussy?"

Vanessa looks over her shoulder at you. "It's not like you to be indecisive, {first-name}," she says. "You can do what you like of course, but so long as you played nicely, I guess I'd prefer for you to play with my pussy. I'm not a big fan of corporal punishment."

You're still astonished. "You're fine with me playing with you pussy in the middle of the party?"

Vanessa shrugs. "It's no big deal. You can do what you like with me. I might even enjoy it," she says, giving you a friendly smile.

This is invitation enough for you. You stand behind her, lift up her skirt, and hook your thumbs underneath her panties. You pull them down, leaving them at her shoes. You lift her skirt again and gently clap a hand on her bare hip. You then take a step back and then feel for her pussy lips. A girl passes by, glancing at you with your hand up Vanessa's skirt, but continuous without any comment or significant reaction.

Your fingers trace her vulva amid a patch of fur. "How's this?" you ask Vanessa.

Vanessa replies in a matter-of-fact way. "It's okay," she says. "Beats a hard spanking so far."

"Doesn't this feel exciting to you? Sexy?"

Vanessa shrugs. "Not really. You're just fondling my pussy, nothing exciting. It's nothing particularly unexpected."

You think. "You're saying that because it's nothing unusual for me to play with your pussy in the middle of a party, it's not exciting?"

Vanessa pauses. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I can feel myself warming up a bit, but it's not like I'm going to suddenly get excited from you touching me. This is just sort of run-of-the-mill, you know?"

This development is a bit unexpected. You consider whether your rule about everything you do being perceived as normal is perhaps a bit sweeping.