I wasn’t sure about spanking Lotte, but she (politely but firmly) insisted. Never having spanked anyone before, I didn’t know what to expect. And knowing Lotte almost certainly was accustomed to such punishment, I was a little apprehensive about making a fool of myself. Maybe this showed in my face. “Go ahead,” Lotte told me. “Don’t hold back.” She lay forward on the massage table, presenting her posterior.

I admired the soft curve and its delicious slope into the shadowed crease of her sex. “What are you waiting for?” Lotte voice was kind but showed some impatience. I raised my arm, steadied my nerve, and struck.

The smack may have been harder than I had intended. Lotte’s bottom flesh quivered, the sound of the slap sliced the air, and Lotte yelped. I found these sensations decidedly pleasing. What’s more, there was the reddish imprint of my hand on Lotte’s derriere. Without really thinking about it, I struck again, aiming at my handprint. If anything, the second spank was harder than the first. Lotte’s flesh quivered and reddened as before, and Lotte’s little yelp sounded an instant after the sound of the slap. The impact stung my hand, but not enough, not nearly enough, to stop me from wanting more. Rapidly I spanked, seven, eight, nine hits, each aimed at the same spot.

I stopped. Lotte’s bottom quivered and stilled, one cheek thoroughly red, the other the color of fresh cream. About to ask if I’d hurt her, I found I had no voice. Instead, I breathed the scent of her arousal. I observed the seep of her excitement. I wanted more than anything to fuck her. To mount her from behind and drive my cock deep into the plush cove of her cunt.

Ever the gentleman (or woefully shy), I refrained, but managed courage enough to bend low and plant a soft but not overly brief kiss directly upon the heart of Lotte’s spank-reddened ass.