Her breathy voice sets my pulse racing, I bring my hand down harder across the other cheek.

“Two, Noel.”

I rub the spot I swatted in a tight little circle, until the tension in her shoulders has gone. Then without warning, I lay the next three spanks down, alternating cheeks.

“Five! Noel!”

“Good girl.” I’m so touched by her trust in me that I swallow over a sudden lump in my throat.

She wiggles on the bench, her hips rising up, offering me her ass.

“Very good girl.”

My palm comes down hard on her right cheek, twice.

“Six. Seven,” Holly says.

Her voice is whispery and a little breathless.

Wondering if this is turning her on, I place a hand on her left ass cheek, flip down her waistband with my other hand and reach around to find her pussy. I drag a finger through her folds, wiping the moisture on her ass.

“You’re very, very wet. Is this spanking turning you on?”

“Yes.”

“How are those ice cubes?”

“Still holding them,” Holly says. Her voice is husky and syrupy with arousal.

I rub small circles between her shoulder blades. She sighs and puts her head down on her arms.

My hand trails back down to her ass.

With a lift of her hips and a long mewl, her ass rises to meet my hand.

My hand covers her ass in a quick three beats rhythm.

“Eight!”

I grin, pausing. “I think you missed some. But I’ll give you more.”

“Yes, Noel!” Her voice is like honey. I can’t wait to ravish her completely.

I spank her twice more, hard spanks that make my palm sting.

“Nine! Ten.” She pants for a moment.

I stroke her hair, lifting her up from the table. “Good girl, Holly. You took that very well for me. How’s the ice?”

“Cold. And gone?” She wipes her palms on my shirt.

I laugh and kiss her because I have to feel her lips under mine right this hot second.

She kisses me back with fervour like she doesn’t want this moment to end either, and I’m encouraged.

I hold her close to me and take control of the kiss, slowing down the pace.

My lips press against hers, and I slowly take in her bottom lip, nibbling it gently.