Yes, allow her to cum!

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

I just nodded. The orgasm immediately released itself with full wrath within her. Her back arched hollow as her torso stretched upward, while still pressing down her pussy into the railing to maximize pressure. She threw back her head as she howled a long wail to the sky. All her limbs spasmed and jolted as the waves of the orgasm flowed through her. Then she crashed to the ground as the orgasm was fading, sliding from the railing into the flowers. She lay motionless. The only evidence that she wasn’t dead was the heavy gasping and puffing from her mouth. The audience had grown to a small crowd by now, and there was a round of applause.

I guess Barbie had forgotten during the journey through her orgasm, but I certainly hadn’t. A new rule was in place, and I was really looking forward to enforcing it.

All I said was: “Chop, chop”.

My words made her remember as well. Her **** was clear in her body language when she managed to get up on her knees, and crawled to the bench. Yet a rule was a rule, and she found the energy somewhere to rise up and crawl across my lap, until her ass was right over my knee. With a sigh, she buckled for the spanking she expected to begin right there. But I was in a relentless mood, feeling aroused and invigorated with the prospect of spanking this lovely young ass, and said:

“Would you call this ‘offering your ass’, you little rulebreaker?”

She gasped in surprise, and said: “What do you mean? What is wrong?”

“Well, there’s a layer of cloth covering my target… surely you understand that a proper spanking can only be applied to a naked ass?”

She realized her error, and brought her hands down to unbuckle the belt of her hot pants and shove them down. Two gorgeous round buttocks appeared. She had a pale complexion, and they looked deliciously ****. Yet I still wasn’t completely happy. I said:

“Do you have any reason to assume I am left-handed?”

She was obviously bewildered, and stammered: “No? Why would I? What do you mean?“

“Because this is the way you offer your ass to me. You crawled across my lap from left to right; that means your ass is sticking out to the left now. Ideal for a left hander; but a right hander would have trouble reaching your ass like that. Surely you don’t want me to spank your back? When you offer your ass across the knees to a right-hander, make sure that your head is to the left, and your feet are to the right. “

She didn’t protest. Movement was still hard for her in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, but she managed to get up, turn around, and lay herself down across my lap again in the opposite direction. She was in a perfect position now, her ass the highest position of her entire body, the focal point as all other parts of it descended down either side of my lap.

I told her:” That’s so much better. I understand you have some start-up problems to adhere to the new rule, but I suggest you remember this for future occasions. “

She didn’t respond, and just lay meekly across my lap in silent compliance.

I put my right hand on the far buttock and squeezed it. The promise of its visual appearance was fulfilled; it felt firm and bouncy, and my hand had no trouble at all finding a good grip on a handful of supple flesh. Even though it had been a fantasy like forever, I had never had the pleasure of actually spanking a girl. My dick rose to the occasion, and she must have felt the bulge in my pants press against her crotch at the other end.

I lifted my hand about four inches, and let it come down for a first gentle smack. I immediately realized my technique was failing: it didn’t produce the slashy sound, full of reverb, as I knew from the movies, but instead sounded more like a knock on wood. It had really just been a tap, and the gasp from Barbie came from a startled and anticipating source rather than an actually painful one.

I grabbed the buttock again and took another handful of flesh to squeeze for a bit, then raised my hand slightly higher for the second smack. I adjusted the angle of my hand this time to make sure that the impact area between palm and buttock would be bigger when I made it come down again. It absolutely was a better blow, the sound of it was deeper and there was a slight tingle in my hand this time. The realization that this same tingle was running through her ass now, but amplified a few times, made it a really wonderful feeling. And I hadn’t even started using any **** at all, really… just a few taps on her ass, nothing more.

I raised my hand an extra few inches, and actually used my muscles to pick up some extra speed as it came down, instead of just letting my hand drop. I was rewarded with the satisfying smack sound of a wide impact area on the target buttock, and her gasp rendering a clear “Ouch” syllable this time. I looked down. As I did, a clear imprint of my hand appeared in pink on her right buttock, the color lighting up against the background of her pale ass complexion as I watched, contrasting sharply with it.

I raised my hand again for another smack, slightly below the previous one, and added some more power again to produce a very satisfying sharp snap sound. I took a full minute to admire the new imprint developing, overlapping the previous one. The tingle in my hand felt especially good when I realized that it was just a shallow copy of the twinge in her ass, which was confirmed by the wailing coming from her mouth now.

I took another handful of her ass and squeezed it as hard as I could. Her wail converted into a moan again, but before she could settle into the feeling, I raised my hand to start an array of forceful smacks without any pause between them. I didn’t pause until I had delivered two dozens of them, then grabbed another handful and squeezed hard. It felt hot and there was a hint of sweat on it. She was weeping now, her breath uncontrolled in long sobs, but there was a solid suspicion in my mind that the misery and pain wasn’t the full extent of her current emotions. I decided to check, and let my hand slide between her thighs. She offered no resistance when I pushed them apart to create room for my hand to reach for her pussy. My conjecture had been correct: I found it soaking wet, and fully motivated again to go for a next round of stimulation. And that was only after having some fun with the right buttock… it was a mess of red bruises and welts now, but the left one was still unscathed and pristine. I was really looking forward to see how her juice level would be affected if I gave it a similar treatment…