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From the general aviation terminal, Diane stared across the quiet runway. A discreet sandstone building, its nearby hangars held visiting private jets. Four local airlines and four international carriers flew into Vireo Island International Airport. She'd used none of them, arriving minutes ago with her friends on Ben's chartered Embraer Legacy jet, a three-hour flight.

Ambling over, Neil nudged her shoulder. "It isn't yours."

She smiled. He'd also spotted the Twin Otter approaching. On amphibious floats, its unwieldy appearance didn't match the conventional variant she'd flown in the outback.

Tamsin sauntered up. "Beautiful."

Diane grinned. Someone understood.

The Twin Otter's roaring propellers proclaimed its powerful arrival. Jake joined them. "Is that ours?"

"I reckon," Diane said. Pure white, its discreet tail number revealed nothing.

Finishing phone calls, Ben and Kate appeared. "That's us," he said.

Towing wheelies or carrying weekend bags, they exited onto the concrete apron. Propellers spinning down, the racket diminished. A co-pilot in khaki shorts disembarked, walking towards Ben.

"Hey, boss man."

His island lilt condensed his courteous greeting into a single word.

Ben smiled. They'd met when he'd visited his island paradise three weeks ago. With Kate, he'd explored his purchase, met his new staff, and planned this welcoming weekend. He owned the Twin Otter, multiple speed boats and water sports toys, along with his island paradise, Coral Blue.

"It's ten minutes," Kate said, towing her bag towards their plane. The co-pilot took their luggage, loading it under Diane's unsubtle supervision. She and Tamsin sat behind their pilots. Kate, Ben, Jake and Neil chose window seats.

Diane's heart followed the ceiling throttles forward. Demoted, she and Tamsin observed their pilot's movements, keeping track. The cockpit gap allowed them each one pilot to supervise. Their seaplane raced along the runway, leaping into the blue summer sky above Vireo Island. It leveled at two thousand feet for their brief journey. Crossing an outer reef, they passed two minor islands before Ben yelled, pointing beside Tamsin.

The Twin Otter banked, giving their first view of paradise. Kate smiled, her gaze glued. Coral Blue mesmerized Diane, distracting her from their flight path. Tamsin trailed her gaze along the island's length. Twenty acres of lush green foliage spread from its enormous head, containing four properties, through the central island. Palmetto and coconut palms decorated the landscape between its east cove and west beach, both pristine white. Narrowing along its lengthy tail, the verdant forest disappeared into the tranquil, turquoise sea.

Sinking towards heaven, their Twin Otter kissed the sea, slowing. The vista transfixed everyone. Paradise had only one flavor. Perfect. Heading in towards the east cove, they stopped twelve feet from shore, shutting down.

The grinning co-pilot re-entered the cabin, releasing the exit door. "Welcome to Coral Blue."

"Shoes, off," said Ben, kicking his free, infecting them with his gusto. Treading on the white float, he stepped into the shallow turquoise water. They followed, their discarded shoes releasing them into freedom.

Kate led them ashore. The pilots began shouldering their luggage into a waiting service buggy, stacking its black metal load bay. Bypassing its fat tires, they crept barefoot up the beach between perfect palms. They followed a wide sandy track, its gentle incline circumnavigating the main house, part hidden behind herbaceous greenery. Passing beneath the formal arch entrance, between white stone pillars, their feet landed in a lawn covered courtyard oasis. Kate led them across the lush lawn. Spinning between paired white planters overflowing with stunning colors, she held her arms out. "Bedrooms both sides."

Neil studied the white pillared open corridors surrounding the verdant courtyard. Passing many bedroom doors, they disappeared into unseen areas. Jake measured their stunning environment. Investing his seven hundred million fortune, he'd grown it, but just watering Ben's lawn would produce a red line on his living costs spreadsheet.

Continuing her impromptu guided tour, Kate swept forward. Heading inside, her sandy feet sprinkled grains onto expansive sandstone tiles. Tamsin's feet, cooled by the lawn, loved the soft stone. Staring beyond the vast living space littered with couches, tables, and a huge kitchen, the distant shimmering sea owned her. Passing beneath raised glass shutters, she stepped onto the white stone patio ringing a massive pool, prepared to never leave. White loungers surrounded the tranquil pool. Matching cushioned couches nestled beneath white sunshades. The turquoise rectangle merged into greenery, raising her gaze to the serene sea on which they'd landed, calling her vision to every distant corner.

Diane stepped beside her. "Wow."

Tamsin shook her head, watching Ben cross the expansive grass lawn to her left. It dropped away, forming a disappearing edge. He stood at its apex, soaking in his epic view. She crossed the grass, her feet re-welcoming its kindness. Reaching his location, she stood beside him, saying nothing. Words defied their location.

The Twin Otter broke the silence. The soundtrack of her outback adventure flung her thoughts to Limit Creek. Rebounding, she watched the beautiful aircraft lift away, sea and sky merging. She turned. Jake's muscular thighs stood beside the pool, turning through unlimited views. She smiled. Her sex warmed in her tiny pink cotton shorts.

Returning with Ben, she found Kate setting cute, aqua blue cocktails on a poolside table amongst four vast white cushioned couches in light oak frames. Everyone settled. Kate passed cocktails around, sitting beside Ben. "Welcome to Coral Blue. These are our signature cocktails. The kitchen staff makes them. We changed nothing."

Diane nodded, sipping hers. "It's so gorgeous, here."

"We've sent the staff away. They're enjoying a week's vacation. They've packed the fridges with homemade meals and salad stuff."

"Oh, goody," Tamsin said. "Nobody is here except us?"

"A skeleton staff remains on Vireo Island. We won't need them." Sweeping three straws from the table, she shuffled them, hidden in her grip. "Girls, I'm declaring a competition."

Diane's heart quickened. She nestled into Neil. Her sex gripped Kate's firm, playful tone.

Tamsin grinned. Kate had instigated her life-changing rescue, sweeping her towards Jake in her hour of need. She loved Kate. The dastardly sparkle in her friend's eyes seized her sex.

Ben hardened in his white shorts, shifting position. Kate had clued him in.

"Who loves their man most?" Kate watched her challenge land. Diane's gaze focused tight. Tamsin's pupils dilated. Satisfied, she continued. "Our boys keep us disciplined. It's no secret, we all receive frequent spankings for disobedience and sometimes pleasure. This competition tests our love." She grinned, attention fixed on her. "Our game lasts three days, one each. Take your undeserved whipping. Prove your love. The worst whipping wins."

Diane squeezed her legs together, thrills pummeling her. She'd win.

Kate said, "Ground rules. The duty girl must bear genuine spankings earned by any of us. Your misbehavior helps her chances of winning."

"Ooh, wicked," Tamsin said, grinning. "I'll be a perfect delight. I'm not helping either of you win."

Kate gestured beyond the pool. Colorful frangipani forced their attention towards tropical evergreens and flowering flora. "You seek Dogwood trees. White or red, their branches make effective switches. Mimosa trees are yellow or pink and appear older. They'll provide tougher switches, thicker. More painful." She drew their attention toward red, yellow and green flowing trees only four feet tall, lining the distant path north. "Croton trees have few branches, but their fresh saplings deliver evil, lasting sting."

"You know this?" Diane prompted.

Kate nodded, grinning. "I prepared for this party." Three weeks ago, she and Ben had taken ownership, exploring their sanctuary. He'd insisted on testing its natural resources on her bare backside.

Clutching the straws, she presented them. "Short straw gets tomorrow. Medium Saturday, Longest Sunday."

Diane picked first. Hers appeared long. Tamsin plucked her nearest straw. It didn't seem short. Kate opened her palm, revealing the short straw. Comparisons proved Diane had earned Sunday, Tamsin Saturday. Kate would bend before Ben tomorrow.

Diane delighted in her initial victory, grinning at her competitors. Before Neil whipped her, she'd see her target color painted on her friends' bare backsides. They couldn't beat her love for Neil. She'd win.

Kate lapped up their excitement. "Your man punishes you outdoors in private. Cry, struggle, only your pride matters. Wear your whipping well. Thong bikini or string panties are required during your duty day. Parade your punishment. We'll decide who wins on Sunday night."

The girls organized dinner, sliding an enormous cheesy vegetable bake into the extra wide Wolf oven. Laying their phones on the bright white kitchen side, they agreed nobody would disturb their passionate rivalry.

Outside, Neil said, "I'll beat you guys. Diane doesn't enjoy losing."

Jake smiled. "Never count Tamsin out."

Ben frowned. "Kate's determined. Those switches are devilish. She knows their pain."

Nodding, the guys settled in comfortable agreement.

Friday launched summer sunshine across paradise, pouring onto Ben's prostrate figure, decorating their master bed. Kate showered, choosing a royal blue thong bikini. Her glorious butt bare, she spun up omelets, feeding anyone who appeared, delighting in her significant bareness before all the boys. Today, they'd witness her humble submission to Ben. Agonizing welts, whipped into her soft skin, would sting her body and boost her pride. She expected her friends to exemplify flawless young women, denying her free help with her painful quest. An early whipping, plus a later repeat, would impose layered pain, delivering devastating proof of her love. She'd already chosen her spot.

After breakfast, she disappeared with Ben towards the west beach. Beside her, his bristling thighs imposed a heavy burden on her heart. She glanced up. "I deserve my hurt. Litter your love across my skin. Don't be decent. If you love me, thrash me."

He appreciated her candor. Whipping her without reason had concerned him and excited him in equal measure. He hardened, his blue beach shorts projecting his desire. She grabbed his hand, pulling him close. Pressing her body against his hard ambition, she stretched to kiss him. "It's okay to enjoy beating me. I'm a deserving girl."

Ben snapped several dogwood saplings on their journey, adding to his collection of evil croton switches. His casual gathering belied their serious purpose. Pausing, he broke free a mimosa switch. "Strip it," he ordered.

Loving her frank obedience, she cleaned off twigs, smoothing rough surfaces. Working to create perfect hurt humbled her. Contributing to her switch's painful capabilities, her swift fingers worked its length, refining it for maximum performance.

Strung between palm trees, hammocks littered their beach. A popular spot, others may appear, adding to her humiliation. The soft hammock would support her hard task. Strung high, woven white ropes swept down to dark oak spreader bars, widening into a luxury white canopy. She'd considered bending across it, but its natural swing would impede her obedience. Tipping herself into it, she spread out, rolling onto her front. Throwing him an impish expression, she said, "Do me, hard."

Dropping his collection of smooth switches, he lay a cruel croton sapling across her pristine cheeks. "I love you, Kate."

Commitment poured from his blatant tone, proving depth beyond his word. She snagged it, renewing her purpose. Her bare bottom begged to show him respect. The simple switch slashed into her bare bottom, slicing a lethal sting across her pure cheeks. Merciless burn ripped away her conscience. She retook it, clenching her teeth, wallowing in his kindness. He hadn't lulled her into a false sense of success. Harsh opinion cast across her skin, declaring his dominance. Discovering her on a train, playing naughty games with obvious white panties beneath her ultra short dress, he'd taken the bait. She'd paid for her over-confidence, their first date delivering punishing promises, their second, perfect proof. He'd caned her. The confident switch stung her bare skin, lacing its evil intent down her naked buttocks.

Devilish fires flared across her thighs. Tensing her legs, she kept presenting them to him. He kept her punished, heat rising, never relenting. Branding her early mistakes onto her backside, he'd never let her escape his firm judgement. He'd delivered endless thrashings. Token stings weren't his style. Even his tennis shoe hurt. The miserable switch bit into her bare thighs, lining its savage soreness on her silky skin.

Aflame, her whipped body, worshipped him. Fresh switches produced wide lines down her whipped buttocks. Gripping her hammock, she dug her toes into its strings. Raging flames licked beneath her rising resolve. The rich switch filled voids she couldn't feel, adding precise pain. His firm body stood over her, defining the limits of her agency.

Lunch hurt. Sitting, her skin screamed love for him. Her reddened thighs and scarlet laced backside announced her utter obedience. Among friends, she stood out, the only sore girl. Pride burst over fine burgers, decked in sliced tomato, onion, and Monterey Jack cheese. Her girlfriends delivered respectful glances, holding detectable envy. The guys couldn't avoid watching her.

Late in the afternoon, Ben ordered her back into her hammock. Giving her an enormous hug, his hard manhood boosted her rising desire. Despite her burning bottom, she craved his toughness, flopping into her hammock.

"I'm sorry, Kate. Despite your soreness, you still need whipping."

She appreciated his damning tone, agreeing with him, despite her pain. The cruel croton switch lashed his love into her buttocks, slicing its decent discipline down her sensitive thighs. She cried into the quietness, accepting his absolute authority. She needed his unending toughness with her. Layers laid themselves in harmonious purpose, committed to her cause, their intensity traveling down her thighs. Lined in unarguable correction, she whimpered into her folded arms as his serious strokes ceased. Realizing he'd finished whipping her, she rose into his arms, her bottom and thighs flaming. She kissed him, softening into his heat. "Loving you is beautiful. It should hurt. Thank you for loving me."

You're worth it," he whispered.

His arms swooped, sailing her royal blue bikini bottoms away and ripping off her tied top. Scooping her back into her hammock, he shoved down his shorts. His bare torso lifted over her, rocking their nest. She'd craved his substantial chest since dawn, denying herself in pursuit of perfection. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his solid body against her bare breasts. Her delighted nipples jolted their appreciation. His supreme manhood pierced her. She squeezed him deeper, gorging on his control. His powerful thrusts held her between denial and luxury, swinging their paradise. Poised for minutes beyond her panting, he broke her. His guttural cry ripped through her restraint, swamping her in untamed glory. Riding her unlimited freedom, she trembled, shuddering into bliss below his gorgeous weight. Their hammock stilled, stealing away her healthy pain relief. His tender fingers caressed her cheek, spreading her smile.

"You're winning tonight," he said.

She grinned. "It won't last."

He frowned. "You can win."

She touched his face, smoothing her fingers over his rough stubble. "I love your optimism. But against Diane, I doubt it." Gazing across the sand, beyond palms, towards the distant headland, she said, "You introduced us." She landed a firm kiss hard on his lips, planting her praise. "She included Tamsin. I promise you, I've already won."