perky and begging for a spank

You can't take your eyes off this petite body, every curve compact and electric, practically daring you to reach out and make contact.

You feel the pull of it — the arch of the back, the way the skin catches light across that raised, waiting shape. You want to cup, to squeeze, to test how soft gives way to firm beneath your palm.

You already know the sound it would make. You already know your hand is itching. You already know this view was designed to make you lose your composure entirely.