She opts for spanking

Meghan nods silently, and you can see that there are tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes Sir, I'd rather be spanked. Please spank me." Her voice is low and quavering.

"Stand up and bend over my lap," you order. She hesitates, but only for a moment, then starts to comply before she notices your cock is still out.

"Aren't you going to put that away Sir?"

"No. I like the thought of having it out and near you while I spank you. Now bend over Meghan, and no more delays."

She bites her lip and bends across your lap, her pert round ass arching upwards. Her dress rides up a little, exposing more of her fine, tanned thighs. Slowly, you pull it further up, and she squeaks in dismay.

"What are you doing, Sir?" She struggles a bit as you lift her dress.

"You're getting spanked on your bare ass, Meghan. Now stop struggling." With a tug you pull the dress all the way over her ass. It's a perfect round rump, white in contrast to her tanned legs. She wears only a scarlet thong, the cord disappearing between her taut cheeks. You admire the view and your cock hardens more, resting against the silken flesh of her hip.

With a sudden slap you bring your hand down hard against her ass. Meghan squeals and struggles and you press her back down with one hand, then spank her again with the other.

"That's so hard. I didn't know you were going to spank me hard," she whimpers, her legs kicking a bit in protest.

"Discipline is only good if it's hard, Meghan. Now stop struggling, and remember to call me Sir when you talk to me." Your hand smacks down again, leaving a fine hand print of reddened flesh on her white ass.

"Oh God, Sir, I'm sorry. Please don't spank me so hard." Meghan's voice is breaking, nearly sobbing. You stroke her ass gently, massaging it kindly and she seems to relax a bit. Then you suddenly spank her again, the smack of your hand on her flesh sounding sharply.

"Oh please stop," she cries out, clenching her cheeks against the sting of the blow. You spank her again, and now she is truly crying, sobbing in humiliation and pain.

"You forgot to call me Sir," you remind her, stroking her rump again, your hand playing over the white flesh.

"I'm sorry Sir, I forgot. I'll behave Sir, it's just that it stings so bad." She wriggles on your lap as she pleads with you. You continue fondling her ass, tracing a finger between her cheeks, kneading her flesh. You can smell a muskiness from her now, a clear aroma of arousal, and you spank her again, hearing her cry out in shame.

"I know I've been bad, please forgive me Sir, please."

Your hands roam over her ass again, this time probing lower, moving her thong aside. You can feel the dampness of her, and your fingers find her pussy lips swollen and aroused. You slide a finger between the lips and she moans, wriggling against you.

"Please don't touch me there, please don't. I thought this was just a spanking." She turns her tear stained face to look up at you, her eyes pleading. You take your hand from her moist cunt and spank her again and she almost screams, her sound halfway between pain and pleasure. You thrust your hand between her thighs again, probing her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her wetness.

"You forgot to call me Sir, again Meghan. And this is part of a spanking. Remember you chose this." You make your voice cold and stern as you impale her cunt with your fingers. She writhes, as though she's torn between trying to escape and pushing herself onto your invading hand. Your cock is very hard now, rubbing against her hip as she struggles.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry. Please stop touching me there Sir, I didn't think this was part of spanking. I didn't." The helpless girl's whimpering excites you, your cock hardening even more.