The bra.

“This is a very difficult decision.” You muse doing careful analysis, keeping the fuming Miss Kyle waiting.

“The bra certainly has its advantages.” You delight in seeing the scantly clad beauty's rage in her eyes as she has to endure your lecture. “From what I have heard it can be rather uncomfortable for a woman, particularly one so endowed as yourself, to go without support. I would think being bent over and jostled and jarred about by the sting of hard wood on your backside would be especially awkward and distressing for both ends.”

“You're a sick fuck aren't you doc?” She rebelliously responds.

“It's for that attitude, and especially your mouth, you're getting the paddle.” You strangely find her anger, defiance and even swearing very arousing as you pontificate, “The purpose of a spanking is to humble as well as chastise the obstreperous.”

“The panties,” you continue, “are problematic, because we certainly don't want you to have any protection from the full **** of the paddle, do we?” With a wave of your hand you command, “Turn around, let's see your backside again.”

Grudgingly she spins around.

“Ahh yes, I forgot,” you lie while ogling her tight firm ass, “you wore a thong to a spanking, again, not that bright of you. If you were a bit more modest in your attitude and attire you wouldn't be in the predicament you're now in, but certainly makes my decision easier.”

“Face me.” You order and she mutteringly complies.

“After careful analysis,” you continue to needle away at your defeated adversary, “the bra is clearly the logical choice to come off.”

After an exasperated huff Kyle begins to reach around behind her back.

“Wait.” You command, cutting her off in mid motion. “Don't you remember Miss Kyle, you added the extra wager that you have to dance for me?”

“Oh get fucked!” Is her initial response.

“Miss Kyle,” you keep your voice clinical, knowing that it's patronizing and patriarchal tone is driving her crazy, “I said, don't you remember?” And you wait.

“Yes.” She finally grunts.

“I will offer you this one mercy.” It takes all you have to keep a straight face, “You may combine both debts together.”

She looks you cold in the eyes.

“Start dancing, Miss Kyle.” You order, “And while you're at it, strip off your bra.”