Do you think my little butt deserves a spanking for doing naughty things on the beach? ?

You can't take your eyes off that petite frame standing at the water's edge, where the waves barely reach those bare ankles.

You feel the pull immediately — something about the curve of that small, round backside makes your palm itch with intention. You already know the answer to the question being asked. You want to deliver it slowly, deliberately, right there on the warm sand where anyone could watch.

You imagine the sharp sound cutting through the crash of waves, the sting lingering on soft skin. You've never wanted to be so guilty of something so good.