As the countdown to midnight began, Mutsumi-Asagi turned to me with a mischievous grin. "This year, we do something different," she said, her eyes sparkling. She explained her plan, and despite my initial hesitation, I found myself agreeing. As the clock struck twelve, she began. Each spank was precise, her hand connecting with my ass in a rhythm that was almost... sensual. The room filled with the sound of her hand meeting my flesh, my moans, and her occasional chuckle. By the time we reached 108, my ass was a canvas of red, and I was left breathless, not just from the spanking, but from the unexpected intimacy we'd shared.