Sasha entered the room naked, but for her collar and leash. 

Gilles looked up to see her, so beautiful and vulnerable. Holding the wooden paddle with her two hands outstretched. 

“You won our bet, Sir, well done. I am here for my forfeit.” She smiled nervously.

“Please would you give me five hard smacks with this paddle, Sir. Then, please fuck my sore bottom hard please, Sir.” She held his gaze as she offered herself to him.

“Yes, I think that would be a very appropriate forfeit.” He felt his cock stiffen as he rose to his feet.