After Amy left Nick inspected his bright red ass in the bathroom mirror and then rinsed off in the shower. The finish to his spanking had been a wonderful surprise and he wondered if that treatment might be a standard component of any future punishments. The next two weeks were uneventful and he began to consider inventing mistakes to make that would land him over Amy’s knee again.

For her part, Amy watched the bruises on her bottom subside and thought back to her impulsive decision to stroke Nick after spanking him. She had set a precedent but if a hand job was a routine part of future spankings, she was ok with that.

Two weeks later she was getting ready for a weekend trip with a few friends to San Diego. She was running various errands and on stop was back to the clinic.

When Julie entered the exam room after the consultation phase, Amy rose and reached under her skirt to slide her panties down and then lifted the skirt to bare the target. Julie jabbed Amy’s round cheek with the first shot and quipped, “Looks like you’ve been behaving yourself.”

“I was so embarrassed that you saw that,” Amy admitted.

“Nothing to be ashamed about. It happens more that you think,” Julie confided. She stabbed the second syringe into Amy’s cheek and she dropped her voice to almost a whisper. “It motivated me to give my boyfriend a humdinger of a spanking that evening.”

Amy blushed thinking about the scene. She considered mentioning that Nick had also gotten paddled that same evening but decided against it.

Amy got home and groaned seeing her sorority paddle conspicuously displayed on the living room table. Beside it was the cable bill - her responsibility - and she immediately recalled the email reminder that she had subsequently forgotten. The updated bill that had come in the mail certainly carried a late fee.

Nick came in from the kitchen and asked, “Shall we get this done now or do you prefer to get your paddling at bedtime?”

“Now, I guess,” Amy replied. “I know I messed up but can I persuade you to maybe just use your hand rather than the paddle?” Nick gave her a quizzical look. “I’m hoping to be in my swimsuit for most of the weekend and prefer not to be showing everybody at the beach my bruised ass.” The penalty for a late fee was a dozen swats and that paddle - even swung conservatively - tended to easily bruise her bottom.

“Seems like you deserve the usual punishment and just a hand spanking doesn’t seem very fair” Nick countered.

“How about this,” Amy proposed. “Just make my ass pink with your hand tonight and when I get back from San Diego, I will take the paddling without argument.” She paused to see how Nick reacted. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she added.

“Worth my while,?” Nick repeated. “How so?”

“It’s a surprise,” she replied coyly. Nick considered the hand job she had offered after she spanked him last time. With that motivation he agreed, “Ok. Paddling deferred until Sunday night.” He led her back to the kitchen and pulled out a chair. She dropped her panties and went over his knee. He flipped up her skirt and began to spank her pale cheeks with his hand. When her ass looked like two bright pink orbs he paused.

She slid off his lap and he began to stand. Amy grabbed the waistband of his running pants and jerked them down. She took him in her mouth and quite soon felt him tensing. She withdrew and opened her mouth wide to catch the majority of his warm, salty release. She swallowed and asked, “Worth your while?”