Shame (F/M spank)

First, there is the utter shamelessness that you display.  The
shameless way that you bare your bottom and place yourself across my
lap for the hairbrush.  The way you shamelessly wiggle and squirm
during the long and inexorable bun-toasting that I give you.  You also
shamelessly beg and plead for mercy, imploring me to stop only for a
moment, saying that it hurts, and that you can't take it.  As the
hairbrush continues to impart its fiery smacks on your bouncing
buttocks, there is no shame as you twist and writhe.

Afterward, as you lay face down on the massage table, there is no
shame as you moan and sigh at my tender featherlight touch on your
buttocks.  A little later, you are again shamelessly squirming as the
leather strap ravages your bared buttocks.  There is no shame in your
exclamations as you beseech me to take pity on your suffering.

You display no shame when you kneel before me as I calmly sit and
watch you.

The moment you ejaculate into the cloth at my feet, I see it in your
face.

Shame.