Yes, but only mildly...

"Tisk, tisk," I chide, "you really shouldn't cover your sweet sweet breasts. To hide something so beautiful really must be punished." Her eyes follow me as I go to the fridge. I grab the ice bin from the freezer, carry it back, and set it on the counter beside her. She shivers and closes her eyes as I slide an ice cube into each side of her bikini, centering them on her sensitive nipples.

"Now, about this thong..." I spin her back around and bend her back over, pressing her aching breasts into the granite counter. I slap her right butt-cheek hard and she emits something between a loud gasp and a shriek. I must admit, that spank was harder than I intended, and a large red hand print appears on her tan rear. I slowly rub circles over the warm area I just slapped, and she coos softly.

"I do like your thong on the beach, but to wear anything at all at a time like this...well." I loop a finger under the back of her thong and ease it out of her crack. I yank the strip of fabric to the left and let it go, her ass-cheek holding it out of my way. Here snatch was visibly wet now, and it is hard to resist diving right in. But patience, after all, may be my only virtue. She strains to look around as I reach into the cabinet over her head, but bent over and still cuffed, she is not able to see what I am reaching for. I grab a small bottle of olive oil, smirking at the 'extra virgin' label. Unscrewing the cap, I splash a few drops around her tight asshole. She moans again, loudly this time, as I rub the oil around her little star with two fingers. I make sure to get her well coated, as well as my fingers. Her moan mixes with a giggle as I slip my index finger in her bum, just up to the first knuckle.