The paddle

She gives your ass a stroke, running her nails along your soft flesh. Seeing the fear in your eyes she remarks "What's the matter, scared of a little spanking? Or are you afraid that you're going to enjoy it?" To your shame, your previously limp cock has begun to stiffen against her lap. She pulls your shirt up with her left hand and then presses down on your back, holding you in place.

She then takes hold of the paddle and slowly raises her arm. You squirm on her lap, anticipating the beating she's about to give you. Quickly, she whips her arm down, smacking the paddle firmly against your left cheek. You shuffle and let out a weak yelp. She laughs with a malicious tone and repeats the action, forcing another cry from your lips. "You're not going to give up yet are you? We've hardly started warming up" She mocks as she begins to unleash a torrent of blows upon your ass, reddening your cheeks while you squirm on her lap. You cant help but cry out in pain. She laughs again, clearly revelling in your pain.

You make an effort to remain quiet, although you don't have much success, she seems to ease up a little without the motivation of hearing you moan. The pain on your ass isn't the only problem you have though. Every spank causes you to lightly push against her lap, your erect cock grinding against her thigh. She giggles to herself and poses the rhetorical question "You're loving this aren't you?" Maybe you should have swallowed your pride and worshipped her feet. The spanking continues and you wince, preparing yourself for another spank, but there's a pause. "Ok, that's five minutes, now you've had a taster, I'll let you pick what implement you'd prefer for the remainder of your punishment. What shall we use on you?" she asks, lightly slapping your ass.