Over the couch.

“. . . over the couch.” You order.

Looking back at the couch the defeated and topless Ms. Kyle gives up on her protests and accepts the comeuppances she now has to take. Walking over to were she lost the poker game Kyle doesn't move behind the couch and bend over the back, as you thought she would, but instead the curvaceous thong clad beauty slides herself up on the front right side, straddling the arm.

Folding her arms across the top she braces herself as the gorgeous Gothamite's chest flattens against the inside back. Her breasts are two large to be modestly hid from even your rear facing view, as rounded circles of soft flesh clearly expand from either side of her torso. Her left leg plants on the outside of the couch while her right has to fold up under her knee on the cushion. The wideness of the couch's arm, forces her legs open as she lowers herself on it.

Her awkward stance, the rough ridged fabric of the upholstery, and the fact that her weight has to be balanced on her inner region causes a faint moan to slip from Ms. Kyle's lips. Fixating on her magnificent round firm ass you see it subtly rock back and forth a few times as she grinds herself into the couch.

“What are you doing?” The domination act you have been putting on is slowly being replaced by real primarily lust at the sight of the exposed, near naked and now lewdly posed Ms. Kyle.

“What do you mean?” She protests looking back over her shoulder. “You told me to get into position on the couch.”

“Why didn't you just bend over the back?” Your mind races at being so aroused, pondering everything about this raven haired temptress as fast as possible.

“This is how I sit when I . . .” Kyle stops in mid sentence and looks away.

“When you do what?” You insist.

“Don't you need my ass up?” She changes the subject.

“You've been spanked like this before?” You're actually now very curious.

“No.” She admits in a low mutter.

“Then why get in this awkward position?” When she is not quick with the answer you press down hard with the paddle against the center of her ass. “Tell me!” You demand.

The feel of the hard wood firm against her rear causes her hips to quiver into the arm. “I like to masturbate like this.” Kyle finally confesses.