Make her earn it.

“What do you think you're doing?” You inquire as Kyle continues to rub herself on the arm of your couch.

“What?” Kyle mutters through her crossed arms.

Crack! You give her ass a medium level correction.

Kyle's head whips up, as she groans through a bit lower lip.

“Look up when you're spoken to.” You command, as you begin to get lost in the eroticism of domination.

Kyle looks back at you with a strange mixture of desire and rebellion, though her butt still gyrates back and forth.

“You're masturbating now?” You demand to know.

“I said, it helps with the pain.” She answers. “And that paddle really stings.”

“It was your idea.” You gloat. “What did you say, 'The game is only fun when the stakes are high.' You bet hard, you lost hard and now you pay hard.”

Crack! You give her another medium swat to underscore your point.

This time only a slight moan slips from Kyle's lip as she keeps eye contact, though her rubbing goes on uninhabited.

“You're not being spanked for your pleasure.” You've now been completely seduced by the situation. “This is punishment for losing the game and your arrogant attitude. You don't desire any relief. Ass up!” You bark, “Hips off the couch.”

Kyle complies, arching her back and straightening her legs as she curves her rear up in a most gratuitous fashion, lifting her inner region off the couch. Her awkward and lewd position further accentuating her already large and swollen ass, which jiggles a bit, almost frustrated that it has nothing to rub against.

“You're going to take twenty hard, and I mean hard swats with the paddle. If our pelvis even touches the arm we start the count again. Do you understand, Ms. Kyle?”