A few weeks later, Beverly texted me just after I got home from work. ‘Had a lousy day. Can you come over and discuss?’ On several occasions since the pool incidents, we had talked about how Mona’s use of ‘discuss’ meant something completely nonverbal. I hoped Beverly had intended similar connotation in the message. I responded that I would be right over. She led me into her living room and offered me a glass of wine. I could not help seeing the sorority paddle on the coffee table.

“I really lost my cool with a member of my staff today,” she admitted. “I feel really guilty about it and figured you had the skills I needed for absolution.”

“I can help you with that,” I agreed. “I have a multi-step process in mind. Are you willing to accept my plan sight-unseen?” She nodded her ascent. “Ok, the first step in contrition is a well-warmed bottom.” I sat on her ottoman and she instinctively moved to my right side and waited. “Take-off your slacks and panties,” I instructed. Beverly opened her slacks and they fell to the floor. She stepped our of them and folded them neatly before placing them on the coffee table next to the paddle. Her panties were next and she stood for a moment - naked from the waist down - as I waited a beat to for the feelings of vulnerability and anticipation to grow.

I guided her over my knee and glanced at my watch, with my left hand resting on the small of her back. I spanked her quite hard for about a minute and then would pause for around thirty seconds to knead and caress her soft cheeks as they cooled slightly. After ten rounds her bottom was nicely pink and I prompted her to stand then bend over with her hands on her knees.

I tapped the paddle against her round bottom and gave it a solid swat. She moaned in response to that impact and the ten that followed. I laid the paddle back on the table and she began to stand up. “Stay in position,” I ordered. I carefully inspected the results of my efforts, so far. She quivered in response to my touch and my hand wandered down from her freshly spanked bottom and introduced two fingers inside her. “Are you ready for the next phase of your punishment,” I asked.

“Yes, yes! Just get inside me,” she pleaded. I opened my own pants and pressed against her vulva before easily slipping inside. This had to be my all-time favorite scene at the intersection of spanking and sex - my cock disappearing inside her and framed by her well-spanked cheeks as I held onto her hips. Not only were my visual senses stimulating but the wet sounds of entry and withdrawl, her soft moaning and the rhythmic slapping of my pelvis against her bottom further enhanced the situation. All too soon, I was approaching apex and pulled-out just in-time to send several generous streams of cum onto her bountiful and colorful ass. I spread the cooling ejaculate across her cheeks and picked up the paddle, quickly adding another ten sharp swats to her wet, sticky bottom.

“Thanks, I needed that,” she offered, pressing close to me and trying to stroke life back into my now flaccid member. The manual attention began to restore some turgidity. Seeing potential opportunity for more nooky, she had me step out of my pants and led me back to her bedroom for a horizontal round two.