She counted them out from two through ten, and at the end he was just barely swatting her, letting his hand rest on her ass in between strokes, and rubbing her. The panties were a tease to him, and he longed to pull them down her butt, and spank her bare cheeks, but he was afraid that was taking it a little too far.

At ten, he caressed her ass for a few more seconds, then released her.

"Do we have an understanding?" Harold asked.

Heather turned over nervously. This one had been a lot harder. It had hurt. And strangely enough she felt as hot as she ever had....