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Tamsin scrabbled in their hangar crew room fridge, her fingers capturing a Tim Tam biscuit. Kept in the fridge to avoid melting, packets lasted mere days. Sweet chocolate sealed inside chocolate biscuits delivered rich pleasure. Her mid-morning sugar boost accompanied by water powered her towards their afternoon flight. During the day, her body demanded water, hydration not aided by caffeine.

Diane entered their crew room, leaving Jake sweeping the apron outside their hangar. Small rocks could fly into their airframe upon starting their powerful propellors, causing untold damage. Reaching into the small fridge, she rustled the Tim Tam packet wrapper, her fingers searching for her prey. Ripping empty plastic from the fridge, she glared at Tamsin. "You ate the last Tim Tam."

Finishing her last mouthful, guilt churned around Tamsin's creamy chocolate pleasure. She hadn't realized.

Grabbing her water, Diane turned away. She'd geared her brain to her mid-morning Tim Tam. Its loss weighed on her. Dispossessed, she ignored Tamsin.

Tamsin frowned. Guilt challenged sweet chocolate and lost. She refused to apologize. She'd done nothing wrong. They bought the Tim Tams with company funds. If she'd realized, she might have split it, but Tim Tams didn't suit sharing.

Deprived, Diane heightened their strained atmosphere. Wired to her morning fix, her brain deepened her angst. Tim Tams were hers first. "Bitch," she muttered, taking out her temper on her friend.

"You don't own every Tim Tam," Tamsin said, remaining calm. "You need thrashing."

"I'll inspect the plane," Diane said.

She fumed beneath her Twin Otter's wing. Checking for airframe damage, her rational mind processed Tamsin's reply. Her friend's theoretical crime didn't justify calling her a bitch. Every Tim Tam wasn't hers. Tamsin's defense was correct. Weighing her friend's parting words, she smoothed her hands over her bottom, staring up at their high wing.

Her skyward gaze extended beyond her high wing, spotting the distant speck. Their official week was beginning. In North America, official weeks began on Sundays. Europe chose Mondays. Middle East countries adopted Saturday. Limit Creek's week began on Wednesdays when their only scheduled flight arrived. Visitors to Limit Creek stayed for seven days or drove beyond Nullabull. If passengers didn't book, their King Air twin prop didn't arrive, nor did the official week begin. Connecting from a Western Australia regional airline's two-hour Perth flight onboard a Dash 8 twin propeller, their King Air toured remote townships, landing in Limit Creek last.

Tamsin arrived beside Diane, remaining silent, watching the same speck. Annoyed by her friend, she'd calmed herself in private, reminding herself their lives depended on teamwork.

Jake joined them, observing the passing event.

In a cloud of red dust, the white King Air landed, slowing its progress along the dirt strip, turning to reveal its red stripe, taxiing towards the distant terminal, a simple, single-story shed. Nose towards them, its engines shutdown, returning peace to their morning. Three passengers disembarked. The airport manager greeted arrivals, driving them into town. They watched him wave two passengers into the shed.

The third arriving passenger, a tall guy in khaki cargo shorts and green tee, black backpack slung on his shoulder, engaged the airport manager. They watched the distant exchange, seeing the manager point towards them.

The stranger set off across the hard-packed, red dirt, navigating odd shrubs, passing hangars with private planes towards their business hangar. One minute into his three-minute walk, Diane screamed. Decibels blowing out Tamsin and Jake's ears, she shrieked, "Neil!" Breaking into a run, she tore across the earth.

His missile inbound, Neil abandoned his backpack, arms wide, gathering her attack as she flung herself into his robust arms. "I love you," she screamed into his ear.

"I love you too," he said.

"Has Ben fired you?"

"No chance. Hair Air's changing its marketing strategy, so I'm several weeks ahead of Kate's demanding schedule. I wanted to surprise you. She urged me to visit."

Blessing her far away girlfriend, she snuggled into him tight. "I can't believe you're in Limit Creek. You smell good."

"Thank you." He grinned. Flying first class through Singapore, he'd showered on arrival in Perth, determined to please her.

Jumping down, she led him towards her hangar.

Shaking Jake's hand, he admired his relaxed demeanor. He greeted Tamsin with a hug. Occasional answered phone calls had strengthened their distant friendship. He opened his backpack, showing her hundreds of Hair Air pouches.

Tamsin grinned, "You beautiful man."

Diane said, "We're flying one more round-trip to Ruby Downs today, then I'm all yours."

"You'd better believe it, babe," he said.

Tamsin grinned. She'd stay at Jake's house this week.

Diane said, "Come with us to Ruby Downs."

"I'd love that," Neil said, thirty-six hours of travel exhaustion evaporating in her excitement.

Jake added Neil to their flight manifest, giving his revised document to Tamsin for checking.

Neil boarded his fifth aircraft in almost forty hours, feeling alive. Passing cargo packed into the plane, he took his front-row seat, securing his seatbelt, accepting a black Bose headset from Tamsin.

From his ringside seat, Neil watched his uniformed girl and her co-pilot carry out their checklists. He'd never seen her fly. Marveling at her professional manner and precise focus, his heart smiled. He'd given up vast swathes of their relationship so she could pursue her dream. In command of her aircraft, her obvious happiness rewarded him.

His heart flew behind his girl as she swept them into the blue afternoon skies above Limit Creek. En route to Ruby Downs, the strange landscape passed below his window.

Diane pointed out Alternate Delta, where they'd rescued Margaret. Staring at the unmarked spot, he recognized her daily danger.

At Ruby Downs, Diane introduced him to Mr. Hammond. Showing off progress, their ultimate client escorted them through six luxury guest lodges. The vast new homestead boasted a functioning kitchen and bathrooms. Wooden beds under construction suggested approaching occupation.

"Our partnership will soon be over," Mr. Hammond said. "We love having you visit daily. Everyone will miss our constant connection."

Diane smiled. She loved her responsible job in the outback. Soon she'd begin training again, learning to fly giant jets with hundreds of passengers on board.

Tamsin observed Neil. His obvious fascination with Diane's remote outback life showed he loved her. He'd jumped on their plane, joining their regular mission. He deserved Diane.

Flying home, Diane said, "I must still fly this week, Neil."

"Five minutes with you is worth the journey," he replied.

Tamsin's heart rocked for her friend. Neil was perfect.

Diane executed a flawless landing, taxiing to their hangar, proud of her professional performance in front of her boyfriend.

Neil stood beside Jake outside the hangar crew room as Tamsin and Diane tucked their plane into its hangar space.

"I hear you used to program," Neil said.

Jake's mind locked into defense mode. He hadn't foreseen Tamsin telling Diane and, therefore, Neil. He should have. "Low-level algorithm stuff for a boutique bank," he said, leaning on his cover story, hoping proffered detail might close their conversation. "You manage tech for a cosmetics company. Are you enjoying it?"

"I've built a fantastic team, making my life easier. Hair Air launches soon in North America. Europe and Asia coming soon."

"That's a bold launch schedule."

Neil described the product which ruled his life. Jake's grin spread. His early dates with Tamsin making perfect sense. Her beguiling black hair had danced for his heart.

Neil said, "Thank you for caning Diane." During his long flight, he'd considered meeting Jake, deciding upfront discussion would avoid messy attitudes screwing with his girlfriend's workplace.

"My pleasure. It's formal punishment, only with her agreement. Down to her panties, I'm afraid."

"Necessary," Neil agreed. Jealousy blended with respect for his girlfriend's smart commitment to fair discipline. He knew Jake's biceps had delivered painful lessons.

"Tamsin is different," Jake said. "I keep my girlfriend on a tight rein. She appreciates it. However, at work, I cane Tamsin when Diane orders it, whatever I may feel."

"I respect that," Neil said. Their conversation relaxed him. Jake had sound principles, prepared to thrash his girlfriend without debate if her boss ordered it.

Closing the massive hangar doors, Diane met Tamsin at their cockpit collecting her sat-phone. "Sorry that I called you a bitch this morning."

Tamsin smiled. "Neil should thrash you."

"I'll tell him. You were right. I deserve the soundest spanking."

Tamsin hugged her friend. "You need it, babe."

Tamsin dropped into Jake's low-slung ute. Neil climbed into Diane's white Ford Ranger Wildtrak, impressed with her cool ride.

During the two-minute drive, Diane confessed her morning incident.

"I agree with Tamsin," Neil said. "I've brought our paddle."

She gasped. "I've missed it."

"Seems I have to deal with you before ravaging your body."

"Sorry," she grinned, pulling under her carport.

Neil stepped from the towering ute, admiring her simple home. "Stay in your uniform. Report to the lounge within three minutes."

"Yes, Neil." She slid open her glass lounge door, his stern tone pulsing through her compliant core.

Shown her bedroom, he placed his backpack in the corner. Withdrawing their bamboo paddle, he headed back along the passageway to her lounge, marveling at the wild barren yard beyond.

In her bathroom, she smiled to herself. Straightening her uniform, her self-respect rose. Delighting in her strict obedience, she returned to the lounge.

Summoned, she clasped her hands, swooning under his cherished authority. Enforced by their varnished three-foot golden bamboo paddle, eight air holes guaranteed her painful correction.

"Repeat what you called your co-pilot," he commanded.

His deep voice filled her female lounge, permeating her walls, spreading through her core, standing her tall. "I called her a bitch."

"Describe her crime worthy of your abuse."

His scolding rippled through her, gathering guilt from every pore. "She ate our last Tim Tam."

"Our?" he roared.

"Yes, they belong to the company."

"The company permitted her to eat the Tim Tam?"

Diane nodded.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Neil. She did nothing wrong."

"Six swats. The hardest. You're a disgrace."

"Yes, Neil. I'm sorry." His scolding stung, penetrating deep truths.

"Drop your pants," he commanded.

Undoing her chic belt, she unbuttoned her black uniform pants, pushing them to her ankles. Reduced to her white bikini panties, blouse and captain's epaulettes, her uniform underlined the gravity of her offense.

"Grab your ankles."

Grateful to reach her actual punishment, she spread her feet. Bending from her hips, she stretched her fingers, grabbing her ankles below her bunched uniform pants. The giant paddle rested against her cotton panties, her cheeks exposed by their skimpy cut.

"Count," he ordered.

The board left her cotton. Tightening her ankle grip, pain exploded through her panties, jolting her forward. A tremendous thunderclap echoed through the house, amplified in her half-empty lounge.

She surged to her feet, palms planted on her burning butt. Rubbing hard, her heat wouldn't subside.

"Bend over," he roared.

Drowning in shame, she assumed her position. Her punishment should hurt. She'd disgraced herself, Tamsin, everyone. Fire blazed across her bottom. Struck with male force, the heavy bamboo stung fury into her skin, scorning her panties' protection.

"I'm waiting," he said.

Her mind roamed her responsibilities. Shit. "One, thank you."

"I expect better of you. Stay still."

Nerves taut, she waited. The paddle crashed into her cheeks, adding to her burn. She channeled its intensity into her guilt. Fast, the bamboo struck again, doubling her right cheek's heat.

She urged herself to handle her agony. Venomous burn burst her resolve. She bounced to her feet, soothing her punished right cheek. Shame rammed her back into place, her dignity demanding she respect her punishment and suffer with grace.

"Two, thank you. Three, thank you."

He said nothing.

Picturing Tamsin's hurt expression this morning, she held her bottom still, accepting Neil must hurt her. Three furious impacts splat into her behind, their distinctive sound echoing through her heart. Excruciating pain ripped into her butt. She counted aloud, thanking him.

"Stand, Diane."

She obeyed, facing him, her hands soothing her paddled bottom.

"I'm not impressed."

His disappointment multiplied her bottom's burn.

"You should take your punishment with solemn dignity, despite the immense pain. You needed paddling. I'm unsatisfied with your performance."

"I'm sorry."

"You've earned two swats daily until you improve. Morning or evening?"

Condemned, she said, "Morning please, Neil." She couldn't bear waiting all day for her swats. Every morning, her challenge would worsen. She deserved it.

Softening his voice, he said, "I love you, Diane. But I'll never let you disrespect your punishment."

She stepped into his arms, her burning bottom enclosed in his kindness. "I love you too. Thank you for showing no mercy."

He slipped his hand between them, her thin cotton panties no match for his determined fingers. Sliding them under her elastic, he stroked her wet clit, forcing her legs apart.

She gasped. "I love you being hard on me." Swept into his arms, he carried her to bed, deserting their paddle. Placed on her bed, she kicked off her uniform pants, unbuttoning her blouse as she watched him strip.

In his tight white shorts, he finished her blouse, casting it aside while she shucked her white bra. His hard body pressed against hers, hard male heat stimulating her sex. In only her white cotton panties, she felt humble, held, and cherished.

Kissing him, her lips oozed passion she'd held inside, powerless to pass it through her screen. His lips doubled her message.

"You've sentenced me to daily paddlings until I improve."

"You deserve it."

His tough, loving tone matched his rock solid manhood pressing against her. Easing her hand into his tight shorts, she released him, sliding her panties aside, guiding him into her. Plunging herself on his hardness, she thrust her hips against him, driving his manhood deep inside her.

He thrust her towards her climax, denying her while her pleasure subsided, pressing her against her pleasure curve, sweeping her to its limit, promising perfection, before denying her again.

"I expect obedience," he said, nudging her onto the edge of her abyss.

"I promise," she panted. "Paddle me until I meet your approval."

"I'll thrash you daily."

She teetered, his hard promise threatening her exquisite balance. "You'll thrash me," she screamed. Hurled into her abyss, orgasms overtook her, swamping insane glory into her outrageous flow. His deep explosion erupted another volcano. Tears cascading over her cheeks, she pressed her face into him, rocking through beautiful pleasure, held in his mighty arms.

Stroking her tears away, he said, "I saw you fly today. It made our separation worthwhile."

His categorical judgement brought renewed tears. She'd put him through endless separation. Seven months of flight school with snatched Sundays together. Months in Australia, ten thousand miles apart. His fantastic new job had conspired against them, extending their separation, but her chosen dream hadn't broken them. Given the state of their relationship when she'd boarded that fateful Diamond Cross Air flight, their paddle had saved them. "I've never loved you more," she whispered.

He grinned. "I love you too. I'll still spank you tomorrow."

"You must."

Nestled in his arms for two entire hours, her bottom burning, she needed nothing until hunger nudged her from bed. She padded naked to the fridge. Checking possible dinners, her eye landed on stacked brown packets. Grinning, her fingers extracted a familiar shape. Taking it to her man, she presented her open palm. "Something to help while I concoct dinner."

"What is it?" he asked.

She grinned. "Your first Tim Tam."