“Yes … I get it,” Tina answered awkwardly, shifting around a little. Feeling embarrassed because of her physical reactions to her thoughts of Bette’s release. Certainly Bette would soon touch her or even remove her shorts, and she would see just how excited Tina had become.

“Are you okay with this?” Bette asked seriously, knowing how Tina always took great steps of caution when they were trying something new together. Consideration was necessary.

Tina swallowed hard, excited and nervous all at once. “Yes.”

“Are you sure? Because-”

“Spank me,” Tina answered – not so much a command as an invitation.

Bette smirked at her lover’s certainty, opting to leave the shorts on at first. She wanted to gage how hard Tina wanted to be spanked.

Bringing her right hand up, Bette sensed Tina’s body tense with anticipation, so she teased and touched her legs until Tina finally loosened up. Then she spanked her – softly at first.

“Oh, come on,” Tina chided, moving to get up at the delicacy with which she was being treated.

Bette held her down. “I’m taking it easy on you for a reason, T.”

“Well I won’t break,” Tina said at last, in part feeling sensitive at how inexperienced she was with the sensation of being spanked. At last, she realized her feelings for what they were, and relaxed in Bette’s lap again with a  sigh: “Sorry.”

Bette read her partner’s body, and delivered another gentle strike that only had Tina squirming, so she spanked harder.

“I wanna feel it,” Tina breathed, so worked up that Bette couldn’t resist the request. She knew what Tina meant, and she moved to pull the shorts down to her knees, contacting her hand that time with Tina’s bare bottom. Bette hadn’t spanked nearly as hard as Tina always spanked her, but it still earned a little gasp from her Mistress.

“Better?”

She heard a shy moan in return, and moved her hand between her lover’s legs – truly surprised at Tina’s enjoyment of all her teasing and spanking.

“My my … you really like this, don’t you?”

“I like allowing you to do it,” Tina moaned openly, stretching her arms over the couch cushion. “Bette … I love your strength … just don’t hurt me.”