No, she must be punished

"A good girl? Would a good girl use her hands after being told not to?" you ask. "No, my dear, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished."

You can see a slight glimmer of fear in Claire's eyes as you say that. You sit down on the bed and guide her over your knee, using one hand on her back to keep her positioned and gently caressing her firm, round ass with the other.

*slap*

"Oooh," she gasps as your first spank is on the lighter side. You take your time and rub her ass some more until she relaxes and isn't expecting it.

*whack*

"Aaah" she yells with a tinge of pain as you put more into that spank. This time you don't wait too long before giving her two more good swats, one on each cheek, making her jump and squirm on top of your thighs.

You again take a break from active spanking to rub, and this time you let your hand drift down between her legs, where you notice a growing dampness between her thin brown pubes.

"You like this," you half-ask, half-state, somewhat surprised as you continue to swat her. Now you can hear that her cries are somewhere between pain and pleasure, groans mixed with moans.

As her ass-cheeks start to develop a nice rosy blush, you surprise her with a light swat on her exposed pussy. "Fuck! Ahh," she moans, and again you hear that pleasure mixed in with the pain. You add a couple more swats on her inner thighs and against her pussy before you stick a finger in her now-sopping slit and gently rub up and down.

You glance at the clock and then grab Claire's hair to make her look up at you. "I still have half an hour left to use you as my fucktoy. Now, is my fucktoy going to be a good little girl?"

"Yes, sir," Claire breathes out in a somewhat husky voice.