A couple of evenings after our shower fun, Natalie called me and announced, “I got a ticket today from a speed camera.”

“How fast were you going,” I asked.

“Twelve over the limit,” she answered.

“That sounds like a job for my paddle,” I suggested, “That is, after a very thorough warm-up over my knee.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” she agreed and then proposed, “Tomorrow morning before work?”

“How about lunchtime tomorrow? That’ll give you all morning to build anticipation then come over to my place and get your backside roasted so you feel it for the rest of the workday and beyond,” I countered.

She arrived just before noon the next day and I was already a bit stiff with anticipation. I had laid-out my self-made oak paddle along with a five-minute sand timer on the coffee table. We chatted for a few minutes and then I declared, “It’s time we dealt with the speeding ticket.” I sat down in the center of my sofa and she instinctively moved to my right side and lowered herself over my lap. I raised her skirt and gazed briefly at her shapely, well-toned bottom. Her sheer cream-colored panties provided almost no padding but I lowered them anyhow so I could fully appreciate the beauty of my target. I had her turn-over the timer and then I began to spank. I managed to keep the intensity even at a moderate scale and fairly fast cadence until the last grains of sand fell. Five minutes was enough time to very thoroughly redden the whole canvas.

I paused for a moment for both of us to catch our breath then prompted her to stand. “Bend over with your hands on your knees,” I ordered. She complied, adopting a generously wide stance. I tapped the paddle against her rosy bottom and gave her a hard swat. I waited for a few beats to allow the initial shock to subside before delivering the next. The twelfth landed just a little over a minute later and I laid the paddle on the table and let my hand graze across her well-spanked bottom.

“Well, go on and finish it,” she ordered, looking back over her shoulder at me. I must have looked quizzical. “Go ahead, I need you to fuck me,” she clarified. I quickly opened my pants, letting my erection free and then moved close behind her. She reached between her legs to align our respective parts and pushed back impaling herself on me. I began to thrust and was frustrated with myself at how quickly I approached orgasm. I was pretty sure she climaxed just before me and as I felt myself tipping over the edge, I pulled out and emptied onto her colorful bottom.

I knelt down and kissed each semen covered globe and also gave each side a playful bite. I pulled her panties over her contused and sticky bottom, then gave each cheek a slap. “I bet you’ll be feeling that for a while,” I opined. “By the way, I’m happy to apply the same treatment any time, you don’t have to speed again to get a follow-up.”

“Maybe this should be our Monday routine at noon,” she proposed with a sly grin.