Angry.

Kyle shoves the coffee table to the side. Standing right in front of you, with fury still in her eyes, she begins to sway her hips back and forth. Her athleticism, nimbleness and elite porn star body are certainly heart-stopping to watch. After dancing in place for a few minutes she turns and faces you and reaching behind her back unhooks her bra. Throwing it aside she stops her movement an glazes at you defiantly.

Her naked breasts are stunning. Full, soft and yet firm, the glorious feminine mounds are crowned with rock hard nipples, shameless protruding out. With your surgeon's eyes you're amazed that you see no sign of surgery. How such an athletic thin waist woman could have such large rounded breasts without any sign of sagging is beyond you.

Instinctively you want to be kind and romantic, but then you remember you're playing out a role.

“Now bring me the paddle, Miss Kyle.” You command.

With a knowing sigh she walks over to the coffee table. Taking hold of her breasts with one hand she reaches down with the other and picks up the implement of her punishment and walks it over to you. Handing you the paddle she continues to keep her chest covered with her forearm.

Sternly looking over the paddle you decide it would be wise to get a sense how much this thing hurts. Smacking your open palm hard it takes every drop of willpower to not swear and shake your hand about. Kyle was right, the paddle stings like hell.

Looking up at your opponent she is silent for the first time, her gaze transfixed on the paddle. Giving your hand another good few swats you carefully study her reaction. Kyle's whole body slightly twitches with each loud smack, though you are not sure if it's out of fear, anger, arousal, or some combination. When you lift away the cruel device, exposing your crimson red aching hand, Kyle gives a nervous little swallow, while biting her lower lip, as her hand slightly squeezes down on her breast. Her subtle little reactions give you a raging erection, but you continue on with the show.

“Nervous, Ms. Kyle?” You inquire.

She doesn't answer.

“Fine, drop your hand.” You command, “You've lost all right to modesty and a heaving chest doesn't lie.”

Looking away she drops her hand, exposing her bare tits that rhythmically heave up and down caused by erratic breathing.

“You've been nothing but arrogant, demanding and offensive with your filthy language and insults. It's now time for you to learn your lesson, which is going to be humiliation and pain, which you've certainly have earned. Do you have anything to say before your punishment commences?

The usually mouthy raven haired beauty silently shakes her head.

”It's time, Miss Kyle.” The finality of your statement anxiously draws back her attention.

“Assume the position,” you command, “get yourself . . .”