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Last rays of sunlight retreated from Fraser's General Store veranda in Limit Creek. Pale evening light stretched across Tamsin's picnic table. Thousands of miles inside the Australian outback, her caned bottom hit the rough-hewn bench. Wincing, she beamed at her date, Jake.

Two hours ago, she'd bent over the small fridge in their pilot crew room, shoved her black cotton uniform pants to her knees, revealing her black lace tanga panties to him. He'd caned her. Six severe strokes. Her seventh, delivered with the dense punishment cane low on her bare cheeks was melting through her flimsy summer dress. At equal fault, her co-pilot Diane had committed them both to receive official discipline for careless flying.

He rested wineglasses beside a bottle of Devil's Lair Chardonnay.

Reading the pale yellow label sideways as he filled their glasses, she smiled at its teasing slogan - 'Dance with the devil'.

"Sore?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes," she said. Meeting his gaze, she added, "Thank you."

Unlike mosts girls, hunky male muscle alone didn't drive her desire. Often on her own on Saturday nights while Diane was home during flight school, she'd quashed urges with dirty fucks, none satisfying. Since her earliest desires, she'd dreamed of strict discipline from someone who cared about her. Sex came second. A strong second, but second.

"You took your strokes without fuss."

Massaging the stem of her wineglass, she said, "I appreciated your matter-of-fact approach. I respect formal punishment."

"I adore working for you and Diane. Caning you today was unexpected. I know it hurt."

Caned by him, her sex treasured his cruel confidence. She'd dreamed of savage heat rioting in her punished bottom as a lover consumed her. Reading Diane's personal letter on their flight school apartment's printer, her secret urge had mushroomed. Reviewing her secret photo of her friend's private correspondence, she'd believed afresh she would discover a dominant man. Deep in the remote Australian outback, it was within her grasp.

She met his gaze. "Getting punished by you was embarrassing because I like you."

"I like you too. You're beautiful," he said. Stealing her fingers from her wineglass, he caressed her delicate skin. "Your dress is sensational."

"Thank you," she blushed. Thin green, red, and blue summer stripes clung cotton to her curves. Her white cotton lace tanga panties exposed her punishment to her flimsy dress, dousing her in sweet public humility.

"How did you and Diane end up flying cargo in Limit Creek?"

"We met at flight school, training together," she said.

"Why did Diamond Cross Air Cargo select two fresh pilots for this unusual job?"

She smiled at his insightful question. Their dedicated laborer, he organized their construction material for each flight to Ruby Downs Cattle Station. She and Diane flew three round-trips most days. They hadn't encouraged detailed conversations. Deploying her tiny denim cut-offs whenever she was maintaining their Twin Otter, he'd honored her shorts with casual glances.

"Diamond Cross Air funded Diane's flight training. We're here building flight hours. We both need fifteen hundred hours before the main airline can hire us as professional pilots, despite our qualifications. Mr. Hammond at Ruby Downs knows Doug Diamond, the airline's founder. I'm Diane's lucky friend. I'm getting paid while building valuable flight hours."

Sipping his wine, he assessed her answer. It didn't add up. "Why did an airline fund Diane?"

She smiled. "During a Diamond Cross Air flight, an emergency incapacitated the flight crew. Guided by an experienced pilot, Diane landed the Boeing 737 jet, saving ninety passengers."

"For real?"

She nodded. "Our boss is a genuine hero. But she doesn't discuss it."

"Shit. I don't follow global news." Once he'd tracked it, often tasked with shaping it.

"It was around ten months ago. Doug Diamond appointed her an honorary airline captain, paying her a full captain's salary. Typical Diane, she insisted she work for her pay."

Jake smiled. He understood the subtle deference his pretty, dark-haired date showed her friend. He adored Tamsin's graceful, obedient nature. His last girlfriend, if he could call her that, had majored in manipulation and scurrilous scheming.

"I presume you grew up in Limit Creek," she said. "You recognized our heavy punishment cane this afternoon. You said it hurts. I guess you've felt it yourself."

On safe ground, he said, "When I deserved severe correction, my mom called the sergeant."

"She called the police?"

He grinned. "Parents call the sergeant. He canes teenagers."

Eyebrows raised, she said, "On your undies?"

He nodded.

Knowing he'd received formal punishment canings qualified him to deliver hers. Her throbbing bottom testified to his skill. "Does the sergeant cane girls, too?"

"My girlfriend at school saw the sergeant often."

"Was she your first love?"

He nodded. Discussing his first girlfriend, avoided his last. "I comforted her after the sergeant had caned her. Our relationship became serious fast."

Her mind visualized the gray-haired, uniformed sergeant wielding a thick punishment cane. Her sex demanded she paint a full picture. "Tell me," she breathed, struggling to contain her sprawling vision.

"Arriving early, I overheard her mom spanking her. Yelling, she fought her entire punishment. I crept away. Returning twenty minutes later, her mom told me she'd just spanked my girlfriend. Sitting on her bed, I comforted her, stroking her back as she calmed. Long story short, her performance didn't impress me. I sent her downstairs to ask her mom for a harder spanking."

"You didn't," she gasped.

"Upstairs, I heard her spanking. It was severe. She took her punishment in silence, thanking her mom afterward. Months later, the sergeant caned her for serious rudeness. I comforted her. Her parents went to dinner, assuming her sore bottom would keep her in check. They were wrong. She leaped on me. It was pretty awesome."

Tamsin smiled. Caned, she'd have leaped on him. Her mind parachuted her into a Limit Creek school uniform. Her pink gingham dress hid skimpy white panties, unable to cover her sore cane stripes. "What happened to her?"

"She left Limit Creek. Everyone does. University or careers call. I stayed."

"Laboring?"

Straining his brain, he balanced truth with his desire to reach her heart. "I trained myself with computers."

She raised her eyebrows. "Why didn't you pursue a computing career?"

Sticking to his successful cover story, he said, "I programmed for a boutique investment bank." 

"Abroad?"

"In your home city."

"You didn't say."

"They weren't my finest years. I didn't suit banking culture." His spirit plummeted as he lied to her. He suppressed his qualms. Someday she would leave. Their short future may not justify exposing his past.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"Yes. I love my job. I like my bosses. One, very much." He grinned.

"Will you disappoint her?" she asked.

"I'll try to make her happy."

"Will you discipline her?"

He nodded. "I admire talented, respectful girls."

She beamed. A skilled commercial pilot, his recognition thrilled her. A respectful girl, his willingness to discipline her sent her sex insane.

Emptying his glass, he stood. "Walk with me."

His short dark hair and neat khaki slacks presented a muscled picture against the dusty red evening heat. Rising with him, her bottom enjoyed her variation in discomfort. His dark eyes met hers, acknowledging he knew. His warm arm wrapped around her shoulders, teasing heat through her thin dress.

She tossed her midnight black hair over her shoulder. Her smooth strands sparkled with flawless glory. Hair Air, Diane's friend Ben's amazing hair product, had eviscerated humidity's damage.

"Your hair is gorgeous," he said.

"Thank you." She kept her secret to herself.

Her silver sandals proved slow on the uneven, dusty surface. They sauntered past wooden homes and bush trees. A low shed housed the only mechanic for miles. Pausing, he drew her into him. His lips brushed hers, pulling away for permission. Neither forthcoming nor denied, he sealed her lips, delivering his firm promise. Kissed before, this kiss appreciated her graceful obedience.

Gathering breath, he asked, "Too soon?"

Her lips sent sensational reports to her sex. "You've caned me, Jake. It's not too soon to kiss me."

Squeezing her against him, he poured his heart into her. Tamping down his mental warning, he molded himself to her sweet lips. Running his palms over her caned bottom, he stilled his fiery touch, letting it sting.

Lifting her arms around his neck, she devoured his kiss, his massive fiery hands stinging her punished cheeks. "You know nothing about me," she said.

"You know nothing about me," he replied.

Laden with hunger, she said, "I trust your discipline."

"I want you, Tamsin."

"Take me," she whispered.

Bending his knees, he swept her into his arms, carrying her down the dusty main street. Wrapped in his public desire, pride pounded in her heart. Displaying devilish dexterity, he opened his ute door, placing her in his passenger seat.

As he drove the one minute journey, her lethal legs disturbed his focus. Tearing across six feet of rough earth from the dirt road, he swept his ute into his carport.

Swept back into his arms, she snuggled into his solid chest, his solid grip pressing against her punishing stripes. Dark wooden floorboards spread throughout his home. Placed on her feet in his bedroom, she alighted from her ride. Spinning to face him, she lifted her lips. His kiss tangled with her dress as he pulled it up, ripping it over her head.

He broke their kiss to strip. She unstrapped her sandals, kicking them aside as his pale blue shirt bared his muscled chest. In her white lace bra and tanga panties, his strict stripes marking her bare backside, she felt honest. He unhooked her bra, sliding it down her bare arms, his decisive fingers tantalizing her tingling skin.

She thrust down her panties, offering her naked body to his demanding gaze.

Ripping off his striped bedcover, he scooped her into his arms, placing her on his warm white sheets. Her skin sizzled as she watched him shove off his khaki pants. Skimming her firm nipples, her eyes followed his contoured legs to his muscular butt, clad in tight white slip briefs. He dismissed his undies, his regal hardness saluting her.

In his bare arms, her nipples drove against his broad chest. Roaming each other's bodies, his fingers slid through her smooth hair, enchanting her eager sex. Rolling her onto her back, he plunged his manhood deep inside her, cradling her head in his tender hands, his warm thumbs grazing her cheeks as he thrust into her. Sweet tension swerved her pain, suffusing her sex, delivering the exquisite mix she'd always sought.

His hardness reached parts of her sex she'd never felt. His lips stole her breath. Her nipples scoring his rugged chest. Her sex flexed on his exploding hardness, arching her back as her body gushed a lifetime of delayed orgasms. Rocking in his safe arms, she rode waves of foreign pleasure towards calm relief.

Her featherlight heart rested in perfection. "Discipline turns me on," she whispered. "I've never admitted it before. It's thrilled me since men caught my attention." Gentle tears traversed her peaceful cheeks. "Please punish me often, and fuck me like that."

Drawing her face close, his thumbs stroked away her tears. "Thank you for telling me. Your deference towards Diane drew me in. When I caned you this afternoon, your obedience stole my heart. I'll punish you, I promise. You're going to be very sore."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"I want to take you on a special date."

"In Limit Creek?"

He nodded. "You've inspired my imagination."