Julia lay across my lap, her yoga pants at half-mast and her bottom appearing like two pink almost glowing orbs. The main event was about to begin. She had been stopped for speeding - going the usual speed but in a construction zone, so 20 over the reduced limit. She had gotten off with just a warning but I had scolded her about her recklessness as she stood ready to go over my knee. I had informed her that the penalty phase would be my large paddle but that we could begin with a fairly lengthy warm-up. I had tugged her pants down and guided her over my lap delivering a good minute of brisk spanking before pausing for to her bottom cool. I had repeated that cycle for about fifteen minutes to achieve the well-warmed bottom that was now ready for paddling. I enjoyed the cool-down interludes almost as much as the spanking, gently caressing and squeezing her warm, soft cheeks. I knew from our previous discussions that this was a pleasant and even arousing part of an over-the-knee spanking for her, as well.

I prompted her to stand and she rubbed her heated cheeks and turned to take a look in the mirror that hung on the door of my home office, then gingerly pulled her yoga pants back up.

“Your speeding has earned you a session with the paddle,” I announced, lifting the oak implement from where it lay on my desktop. “Position will be hands on knees,” I added, a position we both knew very well. “You have a decision to make. Twenty if over your pants, ten if on the bare and a mere five if you’re fully undressed.” She nodded and considered the choice, then turned pulled the yoga pants down and bent as instructed. I had figured this would be her choice, opting for five more swats over being completely bare and exposed. “Count these,” I ordered and tapped the paddle against her round cheeks. I gave her magnificent bottom a hearty swat and she yelped slightly. I waited as her saying the count would signify she was ready for the next swat.

“Can I change my choice?” she asked.

“How so?” I replied.

“Be naked and get only five,” she clarified.

“Sure. Go ahead, if that’s your preference,” I agreed.

“Does that count for one of them?” Julia queried.

“Nope. Five with you completely bare was the offer,” I replied. She considered the choice and then began to undress. Sliding the yoga pants completely off and then pulling her t-shirt, then tank top off. She stood there for a moment clad only in her bra, gave a resigned sigh and removed the final covering, freeing her marvelous breasts. I could not help gazing at her bare body as the resumed the position. A few minutes later she howled, “Five!” I set the paddle back on the desk and touched the deep red swath on her bottom, just beginning to show a bullseye bruise on each sit spot. My hand wandered down between her thighs and she did not pull away or protest. She was generously wet and I waited for a sign - an invitation - to proceed. “If you enjoy this so much perhaps you need a bit more spanking,” I offered.

“I think you’ve worn-out my ass for today but I would really like some other kind of attention,” she cooed.