She's on a massage table, but no one is with her

You see the door she's behind is left a crack open, so you take a peak inside. She's lying on a massage table, in only an oversized t-shirt and panties. She's alone, her gorgeous ass up in the air, and two red handprints are barely peaking out from behind her panties.

Oh... that's why she's back here, you realize before knocking on the door. "Come on in," she calls, her voice quite calm as you enter. She turns her head to look back at you, then smiles a little, flush entering her slightly tanned cheeks. "Oh... it's you."

"Yeah," you try to play it cool, "just thought I'd check out the damage." She giggles a little, a very good sign. "Oh? You want a look?" She grabs her panties, hissing a little as she pulls them up. "Look at what you did you bitch," if the smile on her face wasn't so big, you'd probably think that she's pissed at you.

Two perfect handprints. A perfect photocopy of your right hand on her ass. If it were any better your fingerprints would've transferred too. "Oh shit," you say, holding back an embarrassed smile, "I just got caught up in things... I didn't... how bad will the bruising be?"

"Doc says like a week, then it'll be like it never happened," She explains, pulling her panties back down with another hiss.

"That's a shame," you tease, "I was hoping you were marked forever." You both laugh, and Kali bites her lip. A very good sign.

"Guess you'll just have to do it again," she flirts, making your eyebrows raise in shock. "I think that can be arranged," you quickly reply to give her an out if she wants.

"I hope so."