She hooked her leg around him, moving her body against his, seeking more friction, more contact. More. She could feel his erection through his clothes (and, why was he still wearing clothes?) and moaned breathily.
She gasped, moaned, pressed herself closer against him all at once. She knew her face was red, but not from embarrassment. The need, the lust was a powerful force inside of her, and at that moment nothing sounded better, more erotic than the idea of him spanking her.
"Please," she begged, but she wasn't sure what she was asking for. All she knew was that she needed more.