Yes, but at a cost

Stretching to the edge of her reach, and undoubtedly accentuating her firm, round, panty clad ass to whomever was watching her, Nicole wrapped her fingers around the key. When she pulled it towards her though, it didnt budge. She did, however, hear a click and a whirring, like the sound of a mechanism spinning up.

As she was trying to identify the source of the noise, she quickly got her answer as a large, heavy object roughly smacked her exposed ass, causing her to audibly gasp. Before she could react the object wound up and stuck again. The second spank was enough to get her moving, but still the key wouldn't budge.

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* Went the object on her ass as she examined the key, feeling the increased blood flow to her rear. She fought through the feelings and focused, finally identifying a thin wire holding the key in place. She worked on the knot, occasionally having to stop as her movements exposed a more sensitive portion of her posterior to the paddle. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she released the key from the wire. This caused the paddle to stop, and she was able to shimmy herself out from under the bed, readjusting her skirt as quickly as possible, but not before noticing the sting it left on her now bright red rear.

"Well done Ms. DuVray" The voice chimed in, sounding genuinely impressed. "Although, now that we know each other more 'intimately', I'm sure you don't mind me calling you Nicole." She most certainly did. "Our viewers loved watching you get spanked like the naughty little whore you are"

This caused Nicole to reflect on the fact she was being watched yet again. How many people had just watched her humiliation? More importantly, why, deep down, did the idea of hundreds, thousands, millions of people watching her panty clad ass get spanked turn her on?