Finally, we broke for air, panting and caressing and gazing into each other’s eyes like a couple of love-struck teens. Looking longingly at me with...her dark, teary eyes, she reached up, pushing gently on my shoulder, and I let her ease me onto my back. ‘I need to do something for you,’ she murmured. ‘You can do anything to me,’ I answered, honestly. ‘That’s the problem,’ she replied softly. ‘I’ve done so very much TO you already! Now I have to do something FOR you. Will you let me?’ I didn’t. Nice”That was it, I had to stand up now to get the glass and it was obvious that I was aroused, she looked straight at it for a second before diverting her eyes back to her tablet but she was left in no doubt of the affect she was having.I returned with her drink and after taking a gulp she reached to the table to put it down and again allowing me a view up her dress, I was sure she knew I was looking but carried on tapping away on her tablet. “So what are the stains that need cleaning?” she. "Do you have any, um..." "Forgot about toilet paper did you?" I finished digging the toilet paper out of my bag and walked over to where she was. She was squatting with her butt against a tree, jeans and panties around he ankles with a small puddle soaking into the ground. I started to hand her the Kleenex when I saw something that made me pause. Carol had the brightest, red orange hair I had ever seen, big and bushy between her legs. She caught me looking and giggled. "Like what you see?" I. Secretly, this was Thomas' favorite part of the entire proceedings, the moment where the panties were removed. He thought Michaela's ass was exquisite, and was relishing the idea of him being allowed to – no, being required to – paddle it momentarily.Thomas' pause was only a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity to Michaela, who was determined not to cry out like a little girl when she received her spanking.He raised the paddle into the air and brought it down swiftly and firmly on her.