You consider the question. She makes an offer

You look at the pretty half naked blonde, taking in her long firm legs still quivering slightly as she leans against the desk and looks at you. Her eyes lower to your cock, half hard and glistening with the mingled juices of her nectar and your semen. She bites her lip and gives a little shudder before looking up at your face again, her expression telling you that she is willing to do anything you desire.

You let your eyes roam over her and see her quiver slightly again. The self-assured, composed young woman who stood up to interrogation by you and Diana seems far less certain of herself after two sessions of spanking and one of hard, almost brutal fucking. You're not sure if that's because of you, or because of something she's discovered about herself, but the change from arrogant rich girl to a less confident, almost diffident schoolgirl is more than a little appealing.

Fucking her has taken the edge off the frustration you were feeling, but you can't help but admit how exciting it was to see Rose turn into a frenzied fuck animal, almost a **** to your cock. You've had enthusiastic, demonstrative women before, but Rose had seemed almost insane with lust, brought to a boil by paddling and sent to madness by your ravishing meat impaling her taut young body. Rose bites her lip as you continue to regard her silently, finding yourself enjoying her discomfort and unease.

"Yes, you're correct Miss Newton," you finally say. "You haven't received all your punishment. How many more strokes of the paddle are you owed."

"I'm...I'm not sure sir...I...I...lost count.." she replies sheepishly.

"In that case, perhaps we should start over from the beginning," you say with a quirky smile, seeing her eyes widen and a blend of fear and excitement chase across her pretty face.

"Oh...oh sir! Please...I don't...I couldn't...I don't think I could stand it," she whimpers, wriggling slightly as she stands facing you.

"You stood up to it so far," you smile. "Although you did get, how shall I put it? Overheated?"

She flushes, bowing her head and looking at you from under her eyelashes, her fingers suddenly toying with each other nervously.

"Yes sir..." she answers softly, her voice shy and embarrassed. "It was like a switch got flipped inside me, and I wasn't in control." She raises her head and looks at you directly, her voice suddenly liquid with arousal. "And I loved it sir. I loved it when you paddled me and I came, and I loved it when you paddled me and...and took me...took me on your desk...took me so hard...used me...and now...you stare at me...like I'm a bunny and you're a snake...deciding if you're going to eat me....and I'm scared...and excited all at once...I've never...oh God sir...please..." With sudden, almost frantic movements she strips off her upper garments, displaying her lithe nudity to you, holding her shirt in front of her nubile breasts for a moment before letting it fall to the floor, her face a **** mask of wanton need.