Our next foray was at my place two weeks later and I was mesmerized as she lay over my knee. Her bare cheeks just begged to be spanked and soon would be very colorful. We agreed she deserved a serious punishment for recent events. She was a flagrant procrastinator and that trait had just caught-up with her. She had failed to renew the registration on her car and been stopped and given a warning by the police. Even though she had not suffered a financial fine, I had scolded her that her lack of follow-through needed immediate, serious attention - the kind of attention that would leave her bottom sore for days afterwards.

I began to spank with my hand - hard swats covering her entire bottom. When her cheeks glowed pink, I asked her to hand me the bath brush she was holding. The fairly heavy head of the brush on a long handle provided much more intensity that I could muster with my bare hand. Soon she was wriggling and squirming as the heat in her heinie grew intolerable. I paused to touch her cheeks and felt the heat I had imparted. I resumed with a finale of very hard strikes to her sit spots.

I stopped again and caressed her seared bottom and she invitingly parted her legs a bit. My hand wandered off her bottom, between her legs and she cooed, alluring my handed to even more intimate contact. Soon I was fingering her enthusiastically and she was pushing vigorously against my hand until she stiffened, her back arched and she uttered a satiated moan. I let her catch her breath and then reminded her that the culmination of her punishment was a dozen strokes of my belt.

She draped herself over the high arm of my sofa and I unbuckled and pulled heavy leather strap free. I always thought the jangle of a buckle and the whoosh of the belt being pulled free to be once of the most evocative sounds connected with my spanking ‘hobby’. I held the free ends in my hand and tapped the doubled leather strap against her already sore back side. “Count these,” I instructed and gave her cheeks a very hard stroke.

“One!” she bellowed. I waited for a good ten seconds between strokes to fully let the previous sting dissipate. When she yelled, “Twelve,” she looked back and commanded, “Don’t just stand there! Get inside me!” I was surprised by her audacious order but was not opposed to participating. I hurriedly undid my pants and teased her a bit before slowing entering her. “Mmm,” she sighed. I had perhaps the perfect view - her warm, colorful cheeks and in between my cock stroking in and out of her proffered vulva. The stimulation from the sights and sensations was intense and I intentionally paused a few times to delay my arrival at climax.

“Cum on my ass,” she ordered and on the next approach I forged ahead, thrusting vigorously and watching my hips slapping against her marvelously round, colorful and pliable orbs. I pulled out just in time to empty several generous streams of semen onto her cheeks. She reached back and spread the emission more evenly, then turned and dropped to her knees. She took my still twitching cock in her mouth and extracted every last drop. “Next time, I get to spank you,” she noted, “…and when you finish it will be in my mouth.” I wordlessly nodded my agreement to this proposal.