No, she needs to be taught a lesson.

“No deal,” you say firmly, “I get your top because you lost the last hand and I get my pants back because your first flush is at best questionable, and . . .”

Ashley interrupts, “and that is what I am proposing.”

“But”, you fire back, “you admitted to cheating on the last hand, therefore there should be some sort of penalty.”

“Do you want money?” Ashley sheepishly asks.

Your infuriated cold stare at such a belittling of your honor gives your reply.

“I am sorry, sorry,” Ashley apologizes, “I didn’t mean to offend, I wasn’t thinking. I just want to keep on as much clothing as possible.”

“Well Ms. Caryn”, you say firmly, “either come up with something worthy for atoning for cheating, or give me your pants as well. You have until I get my pants back.”

You bend over, pick up your pants and put them back on. You glare at Ashley, “well?”

She looks at the ground as she ponders and then bits her lower lip as if she doesn’t like the idea that has come into her mind.

“Hand over your pants,” you command. "The game is tied."

“A spanking,” she blurts out.

“What?” you ask, not sure what she is talking about.

“You could spank me as a punishment for cheating.”