Pantied Part 5- A Perfect Beach

It was such a beautiful summer's day, perfect beach weather. i packed a light lunch and a bottle of chardonnay in the cooler and we headed for the closest beach, about a forty minute drive away. J. Looked beautiful in Her black two-piece bathing suit and floral silky wrap, Her hand light and warm on my leg as i drove.
At the beach, i parked at the far end of the rough car park and unloaded the cooler, blanket, low beach chair, and umbrella. As usual, there were only a few cars and the 'crowd' was clustered in the first few yards of beach- beyond the sand stretched in an arc for miles. J. told me to keep walking- easy for Her to say, i was carrying everything except one small bag. After about 50 yards, i asked Her if we should stop. She said 'I intend to discipline you later. Do you really want to be spanked in front of these people?' Needless to say, i kept walking, only stopping about 400 yards later when J. told me to set-up the blanket and umbrella in the low dunes near a shade tree.
She stripped me down to my Speedo and told me to rub suntan lotion on Her back and legs. i curled up in the sun at Her feet as She sat reading and sipping wine in the shade. After a while, She stripped off her wrap, took my hand and we ran across the sand into the sea. We played in the low waves, the water warm and relaxing. Far down the beach, the other people looked tiny and insignificant. We stood waist deep in the surf and kissed deeply. She aggressive and demanding, me compliant and yielding with my hands at my sides, as She had taught me. With one hand at the back of my neck and the other inside the back of my Speedo grasping my butt, She controlled me and i was Her willing slave.
She led me back up the beach to the blanket, my legs were weak and rubbery. Pushing me down onto my back, She put on Her wrap, stepped out of Her bikini bottom and straddled my waist. i was as hard as a rock, of course, and She sat back and rubbed Her crotch against my bulging swimsuit, pinning my wrists with Her hands. Smiling down at me, She told me that if i pleased Her, maybe i would escape being spanked here at the beach. She leaned forward, shrugged out of Her bikini bra and offered first one breast, then the other to my eager lips, grinding Her pussy against my trapped erection. i was in heaven, sucking and nibbling Her swollen raspberry nipples. Her eyes were invisible behind Her sunglasses, but there was a smile on Her lips.
Soon She slid up my body, pinning my arms with Her knees. She grabbed my long wet hair with one red-nailed hand and lowered Herself slowly onto my mouth. i licked gently at the salty, sea-wet flesh at the top of Her thighs, my tongue tracing circles closer and closer to Her labia. She arched Her head back and groaned, then lowered Her pussy firmly onto my waiting lips. i licked and flickered my tongue up and down Her outer lips as She ground Her hips harder and harder, pumping up and down. i slid my tongue inside Her, then flicked at the hard button of Her clit.

Then suddenly She was gone- but only for seconds. She spun around on my body, then lowered Her gorgeous, womanly bottom onto my face. 'Come on, darling, lick my ass. You know that's where you belong.' She hissed, grasping my cock painfully, digging Her long nails in hard. i thrust my tongue at Her sweet, salty ass like a small pink cock. i could hear Her other hand rubbing Her wet pussy as She ground down onto my desperate to please mouth. i forced my tongue as deep as i could into Her bottom as She squirmed and pumped. 'Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes!!' She groaned as She came to a shuddering climax. Her sweet rosebud pulsated around my tongue; gripping and relaxing in waves- my chin was wet with Her juices as She collapsed over me. We lay like that for minutes but i could have stayed there forever.
'Not bad, darling,' She said finally, 'But I am still going to spank you later.' A few long minutes later i got my promised spanking. No reason was given other than that She loved spanking my 'sweet round bottom'. Of course, She really needed no reason.
She told me to lie face down on the blanket over Her canvas bag of towels, pull the back of my swimsuit down and wait until She was ready. i lay there in the sun praying that nobody would walk by. Of course, a few minutes later i saw a couple stroll by several yards away, down by the water. J. picked up Her flat leather sandal and whacked my upraised bottom twice. i prayed the sound of the surf drowned out the crack of the sandal, but i dared not look up! She laughed and told me that they looked over, looked away quickly, then turned back- i hoped so. She waited until they walked back up the beach, then straddled my back facing my bottom and went to work with the sandal. Harder and harder She smacked, until i was grasping the blanket with both hands. i bit down on the wool blanket to muffle my cries. Over and over She smacked. Faster and faster until my legs were kicking frantically and i was rolling from side to side under Her.
Finally She stopped, placed the sandal on my back, and ordered me to remain in that position. She walked down into the sea and washed off (my mouth was still deliciously sticky with Her juices), then came back to the blanket. She knelt beside me to check Her handiwork, then got out a jar of zinc oxide and traced something out on my bottom. A 'J' on one cheek, a heart on the other. I lay there in the hot sun, the untanned skin on my bottom slowly burning (and not just from the paddling). Except for the 'J' and the heart. When She was sure i would have a 'nice sunburn', J. let me pull my swimsuit back up and lie at Her feet as She finished Her book.
We packed up and i followed Her (three steps behind) back to the car park. i looked resolutely at the sand as we passed the knot of people on the beach; i was sure everyone was looking at me.
The drive home was increasingly uncomfortable for me, as the sunburn added to the afterglow of my paddling. J. laughed as i shifted around in the seat, wincing at every pothole.
After we had showered- i loved washing Her hair for Her- She bent me over to show me my bottom in the mirror. A blindingly white 'J' on the left, an equally white heart on the right surrounded by a sunburned and paddled redness that would last for days. It was extremely uncomfortable under jeans- She said i walked like a cowboy. i found myself looking forward to the comfort of my slip and panties.
She touched up the 'J' and the heart every couple of days, too, so that i had them for weeks. i loved to admire my markings in the mirror and cherished them as symbols of my deepening submission to Her.

Pantied Part 4- Pink Slip, Pinker Bottom

Reluctantly, i started down the stairs holding the oval wooden hairbrush that i already had a love/hate relationship with. The pink charmeuse slip was tight and short and rode up as i slowly descended the stairs. At the bottom, i tugged it down and took several deep, shaky breaths trying to calm myself. i felt so foolish dressed like this, but also oddly calm; it was as if i had been tranquilized. i had accepted my fate as J's submissive servant and it was a huge relief to me that i didn't have to maintain the standard macho male mask for Her. i could give myself freely.
She was waiting for me, hands on hips, at the far end of the lounge and she looked incredible. Tall, statuesque, and commanding in Her conservative business suit with knee-length skirt and black high-heeled pumps (such a symbol of feminine authority to me). i shuffled across the room to Her, acutely embarrassed. Wordlessly, She pointed to the floor at Her feet and i knelt, handing Her the hairbrush. i couldn't look Her in the face so i bent and placed a kiss on the toes of Her gleaming pumps. She told me to look at Her, and i did meekly. Her face was flushed (with triumph?) and a small smile played across Her lips. She brushed my hair back from my face and praised me for having the courage to submit to Her so completely. i blushed with pleasure. It hadn't occurred to me that submitting took bravery, but of course it did, especially in a macho society like Australia.
i spent the next half-hour learning to walk in a 'less ape-like fashion'. Up and down the line formed by the edge of the carpet, small steps, placing one foot in front of the other, so 'lady-like'. She waited at one end, correcting me with the brush after each trip, until finally She was satisfied. i carefully walked to the kitchen to cook Her dinner, oddly proud of myself, and sat at Her feet as She ate, waiting. i remembered Her comment about not tolerating disobedience and i was sure She hadn't forgotten.
Sure enough, after i had cleared up the dishes, J summoned me to the lounge. She was sitting stern and straight in one of the dining room chairs She had placed in the middle of the room. She tapped the brush on Her knee and curtly ordered me over to Her side. As usual, i felt weak and watery. My mouth went dry and i felt a little sick. She grasped my ear and pulled me across Her knee until my toes were barely touching the floor, my bottom stuck up high and vulnerable. She rubbed the back of the brush on my slip-covered bottom as She praised me for my submissive behaviour. i was shaking, i knew this praise wasn't going to save me from a very painful spanking. i was right.
The praise stopped and the thrashing began, interspersed with scolding. She paused to pull my slip up, exposing my lacy panties. The brush smacked into my taut panties over and over again until i was sure my bottom was pinker than my panties. i kicked and squirmed until She warned me that the spanking would start over again unless i 'took it like a big girl'. i learned later that She had been a prefect at the private school She had attended and had often enjoyed administering discipline to younger girls.
Finally my panties were pulled down to the tops of my stockings, and my bare bottom spanked until i was sobbing and pleading. Satisfied, She put down the brush and finished me off slowly with Her surprisingly hard hand. As painful as this was, i loved the intimacy- the feel of Her warm hand on my humbled bare bottom, thrust up so invitingly, the feel of my swelling cock rubbing against Her warm skirted thigh through the silky luxury of my panties.
By the time She put me in the corner, the front of my panties were bulging. i knelt there contentedly with the back of my panties pulled down and my slip tucked into my garter belt, my reddened bottom on display.