Off my lap, we're going to try some new positions. Pulling down her yoga pants to inspect her rosy red cheeks, she tells them that they are already hot and tender. On her hands and knees are paddling is resumed, this time with a larger wood paddles. The crack of the paddle across skin tight spandex echoes in the room followed by her cries. She bucks forward under the intensity, writhing in pain before obediently thrusting her bottom out for the next swat.