Yes

I stood to my feet, rubbing my sore ass. "Good girl, mi mascota. Arms up," she ordered and I obyed, letting her remove my shirt to reveal my small bare breasts underneath. Spinning me around, she took me in her arms, hands wrapped around my breasts and kneaded them. "The perfect breasts. So nice and soft. Even when you're all hot and bothered, they're like those stress balls."

The moans that escaped me were involuntary. After a moment she moved her hands down and began removing my jeans. She had a tough time, though as they were tight jeans. "Woo! You need to get rid of these, mi mascota! You're gonna suffocate in these," she remarked and promptly ripped them off me, destroying them in the process. tossing them aside, she swiftly removed my innocent panties, as well.

Taking a step back, she spun me around to check me out fully. "Now that's more like it! Yeah. Although, I don't think your ass is the correct shade of roja,yet," she remarked before sitting back down on the couch and dragging me over her knee again. Giving me 30 more spankings that were much more gentle, she seemed satisfied with her work.