“Spank it!” she said. “Spank it good!”. He gave it a little tap, enough to titillate, not enough to satisfy. She let out a small, feminine cry of delight and wriggled into a better position. She reached out to his chin and pulled his face up so as to peer straight into his eyes, her own overflowing with the passion of the moment. Luring him into obedience with her sultry, seductive appeal, her voice drizzled into his soul like honey as she half-whispered to him, sensuously but firmly. “Now do it properly. Spank it hard.” No man could possibly resist. He raised his open hand, the trembling of anticipation a gorgeous sensation rippling through his whole being, and as it crested, he complied with force, spanking it with the passion of a lover and covering them both messily with the shrapnel blast of the warm, exploding turd.