Heavy set of keys crash-land on granite island, her thunderous tone is cue for trouble.

“Kitt-en! That’s a £200 champagne you've ruined with cheap fruit. Your naughty bottom just earned a spanking tonight.”

Love-heart paddle turns my butt tender and red like the cherry on top of her Kir Royale. Sweetened with the promise to drink the rest off her delicious body, I’d endure anything.

“I have a confession to make,” she purrs, stroking my hair as I savour the last drops of nectar between her thighs, “that was cheap bubbly from work, just really wanted to spank you.”