Spank Léa's bottom

You grab your guest's blonde tresses and pull her head up off your prick. The fresh tears on her cheeks stir your ardour and you almost change your mind and just let her continue, but you feel a short break might be beneficial to your performance, so you gently remind your squirming colleague that you owe her a couple of thrashings.

"Yes, Jaques," she replies, eyes downcast submissively. You tell her where to find your spanking equipment and ask her to fetch a small annular paddle. She slips from the bed and you admire her cute, soon to be very sore, derrière while she follows your instructions, returning with an implement roughly the size of a hairbrush, although with a circular outline and a hole about half the diameter of the paddle in the centre.

"Please may I be punished for my lack of deportment during my birthday bumps, Jaques," Léa begs, prettily. You respond by patting your lap and she crawls back onto the bed and drapes herself over elegantly. You stroke her rump, one of the few regions of her body not scourged by the switches earlier, comparing her cheeks and eventually decide the left would most benefit from being turned black and blue.

"This is going to be quite hard, young lady, because you really ought to know how to take a spanking by now. I'm going to give you twenty quick ones, so no need to count, but remember to stay in position."

"Yes, Jaques; thank-you, Jaques."

You begin without delay, laying on rapid smacks just using your wrist, all on the same spot, much to the consternation of the young woman on the receiving end. After five, she's gasping for breath and by the tenth, her body is quivering with the strain. You could swap sides, but decide to save that for in case she starts tensing up or flinching (which becomes more likely if you put all twenty swats on the same sit spot). A few seconds later, she starts to sob heavily and you make the last three smacks extra hard, but she manages to endure them, although she can barely speak to thank you for the punishment.

You don't know whether to be pleased or disappointed that she held out, but the livid weal on her backside that's swollen up like a capital letter Q, the area around it turning maroon, is enough to satisfy one of your passions, at least. The erection poking Léa in the tummy testifies that your other passion is still in need of attention and when she turns to beg for the chance to tip you, the look of contrition and respect in her watering eyes pushes any thought for a non sexual tip from your mind.