Continue the examination.

Kyle's hesitancy to speak about her intimate habits only increases your curiosity. Desiring to have insight into the raven haired beauty's mind arouses you just as much as the sight of her near naked body.

“How often?”

“What?!” Kyle shoots you a displeased glare.

Crack! You slap her ass with a medium-hard swing of the paddle.

“Ohh!” She gasps in surprise and some discomfort.

“How often you do masturbate?” You ask again.

With a frustrated groan at being so interrogated, Kyle squirms on the couch and then mumbles, “Maybe about three or four times a week.”

“You masturbate three or four times a week?” You're shocked a woman pleasures herself more than you.

“Over the couch, yes.” She grumbles.

“Wait,” you chuckle, “only over the couch? How often do you do it in total?”

“It's not like you don't wank yourself off.” Kyle spits back.

Crack!! You bring the paddle down a bit harder.

“I didn't lose the game.” You lecture over your opponent's groan from her ass being lit up again. “How quickly and truthfully you answer will determine how hard and often you get spanked.”

“Fuck.” Kyle swears under her breath, though she complies; “At least daily.”

Your increased laughter only causes Kyle to mutter in frustration over her predicament.

“Did you play with yourself today?” You continue the examination.

The feel of the paddle being raised off her rear when she isn't quick in responding causes Kyle to blurt out, “Yes!” but it is still to slow.

Crack! You return to a medium strength swat.

"Quicker, next time." You enjoy hearing your date sputter a few obscenities. "And how did you do it today?"

Her muttering of "pervert" can only bring one reply.

Crack!! She gets it harder.

"Damn that stings!" She bemoans as her hands clamp down on the top of the couch.

"I said, how did you do it today?"

“Massaging myself with my hands when I woke up in bed, and then again in the shower, and finally over my hotel room's couch before I got dressed for this date.” Kyle hisses.

“Three times?!” You exclaimed and then give her a medium swat.

Crack!

"What the fuck was the for?"! Kyle's whips her head around, her eyes shooting daggers.

"Anyone who plays with themselves three times before evening deserves to be spanked." You gleefully explain. "Why so much?

“It's been awhile since I've been on a date and work has been slow, I get so excited just before I head out . . .” Kyle's words drop off into silence.

“I noticed you started to hump the couch when you first laid on the arm.” You continue, “Were you planning on masturbating during your spanking?”

"I wasn't humping then, you bastard!" She protests.

For that, she gets the paddle, hard.

CRACK! The wood explodes across her bare ass.

“AAAHHH!” She nearly screams as her body rocks forward causing her ample breasts to flatten hard against the back of the couch, “FUCK! That hurts!” A red imprint of the paddle can now be clearly see across the top of Kyle's large firm ass.

Yes!” She deeply breaths, “I thought it would help to get through the pain.”

Kyle buries her head into her folded arms. Her ass cheeks shiver back and forth as she begins to grind herself against the arm of the couch. Whether this is primarily to relieve the sting on her ass, or the desire in her sex, or even if she is aware of what she is doing, you're not sure.