She spanks Reinette again

As she stood over the defeated blonde, Clara found herself clenching her hand. Her face broke into a grin, and she moved her foot off of Reinette's chest as she sat in the nearby chair.
"Up you get," she said, beckoning Reinette toward her. "Bring yourself over here. No!" She shook her head as Reinette made to stand up, pointing at the floor. "Crawl to me."
Reinette paused, slightly unsure of Clara's intentions, but she complied. She pushed herself to her knees and obediently crawled across the floor toward the victorious woman. As she approached, Clara reached out and took her by the arm, pulling her body across her lap. Although she had seen other children laid across their parents knees as a child, it was not a position Reinette herself had ever been, and certainly not one she would expect to be in as an adult. As it was, however, she lay there, arms dangling, as she felt Clara pulling her dress up her legs once more to expose her backside, bunching the skirts up in one hand to keep them out of the way. Reinette's body tingled as Clara ran her hand softly over her cheeks, and then-
*SMACK*
She brought her hand down, hard, the impact running through Reinette's entire body, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
*SMACK*
Again, the cruel hand slapped against her, the same spot, harder than the last. Her hands clenched, grasping at nothing.
*SMACK*
Again and again, she established a rhythm, the hand leaving Reinette's bottom only briefly before rapidly returning to its position. The repeated impact to the same spot became more and more uncomfortable with each strike - a bruise seemed inevitable - but at the same time, the sensation was almost pleasurable. What had started as quiet gasps of pain developed into low moans of pleasure as Reinette found herself tamed by a woman who could have been her schoolmate. She could not tell how long the spanking lasted - minutes? Hours? - but all at once it ended, and Reinette let out a long, slow breath. She still lay over Clara's knees, the exhaustion of the endeavor catching up to her in a rush. Clara's hand was still on her bottom, fingers tracing small circles as she seemed lost in her own world, her other arm laying across Reinette's back to hold her down. The room was silent, but for the ticking of large clock in one corner.
"There you go," Clara said eventually. "You won't forget that." She moved her arm under Reinette's body, pushing her to her feet as she stood herself. Reinette stood up straight, her dress falling back into place.
"Indeed I shall not," she replied, trying to compose herself. She could feel her face flushing again as she looked down at Clara's face. Clara smiled back at her.
"I'll leave you to it then," she said, taking a step toward the opposite door. She looked back, eyes running down Reinette's body one last time. "Man, that dress really does a lot to hide what a nice arse you have."

"Satisfied?" the Doctor asked as Clara entered the TARDIS. She shut the door behind her, facing him with a grin.
"For the moment," she replied, walking up to the console. "But I bet we can find me someone else to fight." She paused, her eyes flicking to the screen in front of the Doctor, which showed a view of the same side room she'd just left.
"Were you watching this whole time?"
"Of course not," the Doctor replied. "I was just making sure history's still on track, you didn't leave anything behind. That's all."
"Whatever you say, Doctor," Clara replied wryly. "Let's call it a day for now. I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable." She wandered toward the wardrobe, heels in her hand.