"Open your eyes and look at me."
Paula obeyed. I made sure that she could see my eyes were taking in her nakedness. As I mentioned, Paula is small in stature but had a surprisingly curvaceous figure that normally was hidden by the baggy tomboyish clothing she wore. Her breasts would easily fill a 32C cup, her waist was small and her tummy flat and rock hard. Her pubic hair was as red and curly as the hair on her head. It contrasted strongly with her very fair, freckled skin. In the nude she could have passed for being in her late teens. She was not a classically beautiful female in the sense that Francesca was, but she was certainly very pretty.
I made her stand facing me for several minutes. Her face was flush and she was breathing deeply, which could have been nervousness or excitement, or probably a combination of both.
Finally I spoke. "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No," was her quick response.
"Has Dave never spanked you, even in fun?"
"No."
You must have been spanked as a child?" I persisted.
"I might have, but I certainly can't remember."
"Then why do you want to be spanked now, and by me?" I enquired, curious.
"Because I have been naughty," she blushed further at her response, and I could tell her breathing was getting deeper, and she was shaking slightly.
Her response did not really answer my question. I was curious as to what was her motivation. Was I fulfilling a long held fantasy? However I decided that, for now at least, her motivation could remain her own little secret. Paula was becoming so worked up that I felt it was time to move on.
"Fetch a chair and bring it to the middle of the room."
Paula willingly obliged, fetching the chair from the desk and placing it where I had indicated. I was wearing an old denim knee length dress, and as I sat down I pulled the dress up to expose my thighs. I wanted to feel the warmth of Paula's naked body against my own skin. I patted my knee and Paula draped herself across my lap. I was in seventh heaven.
"Make sure your butt is pointing high in the air." I gripped her hips and made a fuss of adjusting Paula until I was satisfied she was in just the right position. She was breathing so heavily I thought she might hyperventilate.
She just about jumped off my knee when the first spank landed on her left cheek. I almost had to drag her up off the floor back into position.
"You hold still now my little one, or you will earn yourself more spanks." I scolded her, however if she could see my face I was in reality suppressing a smile.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
She jumped again when I spanked her a second time, but managed to stay on my knee. Her nerves were run ragged. As I continued to spank her I could feel her body relaxing, even though she yelped every time my hand connected with her cheeks. As the spanking continued I could hear her gentling sobbing. Each time I spanked her I could feel her pubic bone grind into my thighs.
Towards the end of the spanking I was aware that the grinding motion of her pubic bone again my knee was becoming rapid and was not in sync with my spanking motion. Then I felt her body tense and she let out a low groan. By now her backside was bright red all over so I stopped the spanking and she fell limp over my knee. I let her lay there for several minutes before gentling assisting her to her feet. She looked a mess with tears streaked down her face and her red hair a tangled mess of curls. But the look on her face was one of pure contentment, despite the fact that she had just been well and truly punished.
I suggested it might be wise that she had a shower before Dave returned. Gingerly she smiled and left the room. As I pulled my denim skirt down I noticed my thigh was wet. I ran a finger through the wetness and brought it up to my nose. I smelt the unmistakable musk of a female's juices.
