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Tamsin woke in paradise, her paradise today. She owned Saturday. Kate's parade yesterday had proven worthy competition. Unashamed of her submission to Ben, her ruthless red latticework had set a tough target, earning respect and envy.

Hot pink slid between her thighs, sweeping up between her bare bottom cheeks. She felt naughty. She'd spent on paradise. These thong bikini bottoms alone cost over three hundred bucks, a shrewd deployment of her salary. Jake paid their living costs. He'd settled into their city lifestyle. She understood his past, their future, and him. They were returning to Limit Creek next month to visit his mom. As he woke, she fitted her hot pink triangle top in place.

Leaving Jake to dress, she marched almost naked into the expansive living area. Delicious chills spread over her skin. Heading into the kitchen area, she joined Kate, spinning up eggs to power their men. Her investment mattered today.

Kate smiled. "You look beautiful, Tamsin."

"I love your game," she grinned. "But you'll lose."

Kate hugged her friend, whispering in her ear, "We'll see."

Grinning, Tamsin scrambled eggs beside Kate, adding spicy seasoning, including extra cayenne pepper to boost Jake's strength. Exploring yesterday, she'd chosen where she'd surrender to him, visualizing her stunning pink bikini in situ, anticipating the utter beauty of her forthcoming opportunity. Required to prove herself, the thought had pumped passion into her yesterday, further boosted by Kate's shameless showing off.

Egg powered, she and Jake left on their shared mission. Tropical fragrances crowded their path northwards. Low yellow and green trees offered fresh saplings for her suffering. Stopping, Jake commanded her. "Get four."

She snapped to attention. Almost bare beside his shorts, simple subservience stole rich delight over her skimpy attire. She crouched, freeing four evil, slim branches. Accepting them, he stripped their excess. Her sex stabbed righteous throbs watching him prepare to punish her.

Vivid orange, rose pink, and white flowering trees greeted their journey. He broke off the mimosa branches. She, the dogwood. Cooperating drove duty deep into her core. She respected his tough love. For misbehavior, lust, or passion, his dominance delivered. Coming for her across oceans, he'd swept her into his arms, wrapping her in his love. It hadn't stopped him strapping her for her silliness. A grin teased her cheeks. She deserved paradise.

Returning south, she spotted her sublime destination. In bed, they'd discussed Kate's two-part strategy. Two tough whippings, hours apart, should boost her odds of winning. Entering beneath the white painted archway, they headed left, following the outdoor corridor towards the corner. Inside, staggered stone stairs wrapped around a central column. She climbed, rising towards the roof. The minimal stair separation tensed her legs, training her lithe muscles for their whipping. Emerging into the bell tower, white wooden struts spread an extensive roof beyond the white painted concrete walls. An ancient silver bell hung central, its rope dangling ready to ring. Used to call workers to lunch, handheld radios had replaced its original purpose. Tempted to ring it, she didn't. From her lofty tower, she'd emit only cries of humble submission.

Colorful cushions covered the floor of their bell tower, surrounding her in Jake's forethought. She smiled. Navigating them, she circled her tiny outpost, lapping up views across the island. Their landing cove lay distant, beyond her view. Leaning outward, she inspected the courtyard lawn below. Returning seaside, she rested her hands on the white painted wall. Azure perfection flowed through greens before endless blue sky stole the sea. A nearby reef just broke the surface, stretching itself across her view. Gentle sea breezes wafted through her semi-secret space.

Jake dropped their switches onto the concrete floor. The simple splatter restored his authority.

"Return to that position," he ordered.

Lapping up his firm tone, she turned, placing her palms on the white painted concrete wall, gazing seaward. The beautiful seascape praised her purpose. Stepping backwards, she bent, lowering herself in elegant compliance. Offering her bare bottom to her boyfriend, knowing she'd suffer, gifted her incredible grace. She heard him collect a switch, unable to determine its pain level. Leaning beside her, he whispered in her ear.

"You must hurt, girl. I love you, Tamsin, but I won't go easy. You need spanking."

His strict tone heralded absolute agony. Her sex applauded. Her mind swarmed on his stern words, adopting their confidence to boost hers. He moved behind her. She steadied her bare feet, relaxing her spine. The thickest switch tapped her bare bottom. She welcomed its promise. Tuesday nights he belted her. Sometimes events conspired to delay his reminder. It wasn't punishment, just a simple reminder to keep her compliant. A private promise she adored. A tremendous crack echoed in the white concrete tower. Fervent fire stung a rich line of deep agony across her bare butt cheeks. She winced, twisting her head to dispel its forceful impact. Tears threatened to blur her sea view. Swallowing, she hung her head in shame at her feeble response. "I'm sorry, Jake," she whispered. "I didn't accept that stroke with grace. Please repeat it. Harder."

His admiring gaze followed her glorious, sleek black hair down her bare back, sweeping over her pink bikini strap, descending towards her bare cheeks. Bisected by hot pink, they carried an emerging thick red welt. She didn't need his sympathy today. He rested the switch over her fresh welt. Withdrawing it, he flexed his wrist, firing the thick sapling into her sore skin, widening her painful mark.

Fitting torture burst across her bare skin, punishing her poor grace. She internalized its savagery, sentencing herself. Wallowing in her anguish, pride emerged, replacing it. Trust rushed up her spine, bursting across her conscience. He hadn't helped her. He'd taught her a severe lesson. She loved him. Ordered by her flight partner to bend before him in her black lace panties in the crew room of their outback hangar, he's seen her sexy underwear before she'd intended. She'd always intended. His brawny strength had sent her keen fingers into her panties, predicting his toughness. Proven and proven again, its undeniable presence soothed her necessary sting. Respect stirred her voice. "Thank you, sir."

The tough switch lauded her formal response, dashing thick tracks of fiery discipline across her svelte cheeks. She celebrated their correctness, honoring her obligation. Flaming trails tracked down her sensitive thighs. She burned beneath his proven love. Discovering his prior life, she'd left him, giving him no chance to explain. He'd crossed the world, carrying their oxblood leather lecturer to strap sense into her. The Belmont Palace Hotel presidential suite had never held a more dutiful girl. On their gigantic bed, she'd spread herself over a pillow pile, getting the strapping she'd deserved. The thinnest switch struck agreement, lashing murderous fury into her bottom. She stayed silent, casting her pain towards the reef.

The dogwood's flexible willingness stung decent distress into untouched areas, filling gaps. Respect flooded beneath its fierce bite. She loved him. She'd fly giant jets, great distances, but she'd always return to him. The switching stopped. Warm hands spread male heat across her bare back. Pulling her up, he wrapped her into him. Held, she smiled. His lips engaged hers, declaring his earnest need. His denim shorts disappeared below their locked lips. Skimming small white underpants down his power-packed thighs, he lifted her. Shoving aside cushions, he placing her on the cool concrete floor beside their switch pile.

She pulled up her bright bikini top, skimming her nipples beneath his frank gaze. Lifting her compliant hips, her bikini bottoms dropped away, returning her burning backside to the cool concrete. He thrust a cushion beneath her head. She smiled, spreading her legs. His noble hardness took her, pinning her worthy core to the bell tower floor. Savage thrusts monopolized her. His girth fulfilled her need. She submitted, hungry for her climb. Carrying her to cruise altitude, he held her stabilized. She suspended flight, entering an endless holding pattern. Ordering their landing, he slammed them full throttle into a sudden dive. Beautiful love burst, inundating her in thunderous orgasms. Pain merged into pleasure, crushing her control. She yelled out. Her unmitigated joy filled their bell tower, floating down onto the courtyard lawn for a soft landing.

Below, Kate crossed the courtyard, joyous cries emanating from the tall tower. She smiled. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop. Tamsin's triumphant splendor proved her a worthy friend.

Tamsin sauntered down her tower, heat trailing behind her. In her proud pink bikini, she generated cool airflow, lasting seconds on contact. Beside the pool, steaks sizzled, hailing her humble arrival. Eyes tracked her marked legs, burning into her blazing bottom. She didn't comment. Jake had declared his love, imprinting it on her bareness. Seeing sympathy, she spread her shoulders, rebuffing it.

Diane clarified their unspoken compassion. "I'm sorry, Tamsin. Neil caught me checking my crew app messages."

Tamsin stiffened. Annoyance crossed her expression. They'd agreed to ignore their phones. Diane deserved stiff punishment. Subtle advantage replaced her irritated expression. Today, she carried responsibility for their mutual behavior. Her shining moment. Flipping her competitive spirit into top gear, she said, "You'll regret that."

Diane, tears welling, said, "I'm so sorry, Tamsin."

Tamsin raised a single ambitious eyebrow, forgiving her friend, stealing her guilt to bolster her coming pain.

Ben nodded towards the school cane beside the barbecue. "Neil has condemned you to six strokes, I'm afraid."

She groaned. "May I eat lunch first?" Wilting beneath her proud suffering, renewed respect for her friends blossomed. They hadn't let her off her spanking. She must bear their pain. Ben served her a juicy steak. It boosted her sapped strength. She watched Jake eyeing the golden cane. Leaning in, she whispered, "Don't go easy on me. Make me look fabulous."

A brief snort showed his disagreement.

She flashed him a furious glance.

He recognized his non-existent choices, hardening his resolve. Leaning in, he said, "Be grateful it's only six strokes. I'd have sentenced you to twelve."

She devoured his sternness, sentencing herself harder.

Eating finished, Jake stood, grabbing the cane from the teak side table. "Tamsin."

His firm tone secured her attention, warding off disobedience. She followed him towards the patio between the pool and the white cushioned couches their friends occupied. Her hot pink thong bikini promoted her well-whipped buttocks, sincere stripes littering her lashed thighs.

"Touch your toes, Tamsin."

Bending forward, she reached down, her fingertips brushing her bare toes, staying connected. Seeing the shimmering waters, she shuddered, heavy humiliation adding its distinct flavor to her dutiful obedience.

The cane leveled across her sore cheeks. Pressing her fingertips harder, she promised herself she wouldn't struggle. The punishing rattan whipped a vicious wind, exploding its displeasure on her bare butt. Ruthless pain burst its deep track across her patterned bottom, burning among her fresh whip marks. Merciless hurt infused deep, thickening its blazing agony. She gritted her teeth, determined to hide her agony. Tapping below its bold message, the cane struck harder. She shoved intense force into her toes. Heat burrowed through her intricate pattern of pain. Calm waters mocked her unrelenting agony.

Guilt exploded in Diane, watching her friend bear her punishment. She castigated herself for touching her phone. They'd agreed. The soft rattan cracked hard into Tamsin's bent bottom, firing more guilt her way.

Tamsin commanded maximum thrust, forcing her fingers into her humble toes. Appointed to take their collective punishment, her bottom burned whoever strayed. The cane confirmed her understanding, meeting formal duty with furious fire. Bound by friendship, she welcomed her merciless sanction. The rattan slid towards her sensitive crease. Delicate skin criticized her courage, demanding mercy. She stayed silent, ramming her lips closed. Agony struck. Heat burst, scorching her whipped skin. She didn't move. Not a single inch. Cruel, crisp indignity cut deep into her dutiful bottom. She released her lips, panting away her pain, praising Jake's diligence. He hadn't let her down.

"Stand, Tamsin," Jake ordered.

She rose, pretending it didn't hurt. Ruthless zeal plunged into her pain, deriding its existence. Striding towards Diane, she leaned over her seated friend, kissing her cheek. Whispering into her ear, she said, "Beat that, babe."

Diane relaxed, grinning at her feisty friend. Her guilt settled. She'd given Tamsin an unfair advantage. Tomorrow, she'd pay for it. Neil would make her.

Tamsin wandered the idyllic beaches with Jake, sea air soothing her stinging bareness. Evening approaching, she fell into the colorful cushions covering the floor of their bell tower. Since this morning, it had become theirs. Jake's kindness surrounded her. Enveloped in their cocoon, the sea breeze cooled their heated space. She rolled onto her front, submitting to him. He laced fresh soreness through her fiery filigree. Proving his love, they shared their common language. Enduring her suffering, she entered soulful peace. Far from her single dreams, in the Outback, Diane had sent her to Frasers General Store. Mrs. Fraser had sold her two canes. Kept beneath the counter for deserving girls, their public delivery had added spectacular shame and built her pride. Caned by Diane for intruding on her friend's privacy, she'd re-earned their friendship, glad others knew. Jake's interest had dismissed her single dreams. Without Diane, she'd never have crossed his path. Lips moving, soreness spreading, she murmured silent thanks to her best friend.

Taken from behind, pleasure highs confronted her pain. He balanced her needs, defying belief. Cascading among heartfelt tears, she rolled, landing on her cushioned back. In his arms, an entire hour disappeared. Snuggled, they discussed their past, present and future, sharing ideas.

Sunset fell fast. In minutes, darkness dropped over paradise. Descending from their delicious isolation, she strutted through the main house, her six wide cane welts hidden in criss-crossed love. In the kitchen, she moved behind Diane, wrapping her arms around her very best friend. Triumph coursed through her. "I may have already won."

Diane spun. Flinging her bare arms around Tamsin's neck, she pulled her sore friend close. Found during flight school, their tight friendship had flourished after she'd caned Tamsin. Pursing her lips, she planted a satisfying kiss on her friend's cheek. "Dream on, babe."