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Tamsin touched her crew badge against the silver elevator control. Its doors hissed closed. Flying from Diamond Cross Air's largest airport gave her a magnificent flight-crew lounge stacked with recliners, chargers, TVs, showers, and peace. Escaping the noisy public terminal brought instant relief. Leaving her stage, the elevator whisked her up four levels, opening into her special sanctuary. Uniform perfection in public heightened customer confidence. Beneath her black uniform coat, a coffee stain obliterated her white blouse. Cruising at thirty-two thousand feet, turbulence had upset her coffee. Pilot monitoring, she'd secured her coffee and advised on their course change, getting approval from air traffic control, her blouse their only casualty, her calm response complimented by her captain.

She checked in, towing her wheelie to a nearby black leather recliner. Four rows faced away from the bright windows. Beyond her, self-contained sleep pods offered guaranteed silence. Rest was crucial to safe flight. Diamond Cross Air spent millions on crew facilities. Behind her lay a shared grooming room with individual showers. She'd flown two sectors. Her next two began in four hours, returning late tonight.

Crouching, she plugged in her iPad, placing it on her chosen recliner. Containing crucial flight plans, scheduling, weather, and crew apps, it linked her to company operations. Heading towards the shower, she recognized captains she'd flown beside. Smiling, she acknowledged each. Captains kept her sharp, teaching her fresh techniques. Experience was her best weapon in a future crisis.

She entered the bright grooming room. Make-up tables sat beneath mirrors, steamers beside. Slipping off her uniform coat, she hung it inside the nearest steaming closet. Behind individual heavy wooden doors, ten shower cabins mirrored first-class lounge facilities without their overpriced decor. Selecting one, she lifted her wheelie onto the wooden case stand, closing her door.

Turning her shower on, she checked its temperature. Satisfied, she undid her pants, pushing them down. Balancing against the sink, she extracted her feet. Straightening, she caught a flash of bright white panties in her mirror, Jake's gorgeous authority penetrating her shower space.

Tight elastic gripping her hips, her plain white cotton bikini panties weren't her choice. Beneath her uniform, she'd forgotten them, their extra tightness having become agreeable. Delight shuddered through her startled sex, commending her compliance. He'd ordered her to wear her basic white panties, a straightforward acknowledgement of his authority over her. In her intimate space, her co-workers outside, her simple obedience enforced Jake's will.

She'd bought packets of plain panties from several stores. Pictures didn't show their accurate cut. Many rode up. Others slid down. Frustrated, she'd searched online for 'timeless white cotton panties'. Her adjective had brought her an honest review from an unexpected low-cost brand. Multiple five-star reviews had backed her buying decision.

This morning, he'd approved her panties. A single solid spank on her fresh cotton had sent her off with an unmistakable sting. Secret obedience hadn't disrupted her day. She reimagined his single spank, making it harder. Slipping her fingers beneath her narrow elastic, she leaned against the wall, admiring her obedient panties in the mirror, the elastic biting into her hand. Faster, she circled herself, marveling at her obvious obedience. Tight elastic cut into her butt cheeks, adding piquant punishment. She imagined it was worse. Watching her whiteness crested her tension into a crushing crescendo, celebrating her undeniable compliance. Hours after he'd ordered her into her ordinary panties, she remained an obedient girl.

His decision to make her chaste drove her onto her treacherous edge. She panted, steam amassing from her running shower. Visual evidence of his rule drove her clit harder. Collapsing under the weight of her formal submission, she came, flooding her panties with pleasure. Still gasping, she stripped them off and discarded her coffee-stained blouse. Stepping into her hot shower, intense aftershocks jolted her insides.

Using the complimentary cap, she reveled under the shower heat, pleasant feelings of compliance pulsing through her clean curves. Renewed, she exited, toweling herself. Freeing her silky black hair, it fell into place. The mirror confirmed its splendid appearance. She nodded, acknowledging Ben's miraculous invention. This morning, she'd popped her Hair Air pouch, stepping into its cool, colorful mist. Her rich locks still lay in flawless symmetry despite natural turbulence.

Sliding clean panties into place, the mirror showed her dutiful appearance. Delicious reverence suffused her. She grabbed her phone, snapping a picture of her strict obedience. A poor angle, but Diane would understand. Adding a brief message, she stepped into her tailored black uniform pants, covering her bright white obedience. In her fresh blouse, she collected her steamed coat, returning to her recliner. Her iPad held full charge, her body too. Settling into her seat, she opened her next flight plan.

In the city, Diane balanced her navy shopping bag on twin square black coffee tables in her carriage house lounge. Female eyes had followed her famous shopping bag home. Sitting on her gray couch, she adjusted her cream cushions, bolstering her back. Before her, rich navy blue, embossed with gold lettering, praised her purchase.

Scheduled for downtime, she'd roamed upmarket city stores, purposeless until she'd reached Ogni. Welcomed into the luxury retailer, she'd explored smart travel essentials, until drawn towards handbags, she'd spied a crystal-embellished black satin shoulder bag. Perfect for her little black dress, it also suited silver dresses, indeed any dress. Five times the cost of her most extravagant handbag, its four figure price tag enhanced its appeal. Her checking account contained ten times its sticker price. She'd caressed its woven satin, in a silent argument with herself, bright crystals calling her. Her airline salary had lifted them from tension. Neil's salary from Hair Air now dwarfed hers. Together, living rent free, they'd redefined their financial future.

She lifted her treasure from its impeccable wrapping, sliding the handbag from its protective cloth. Placing it in sight, its crystals caught light from every angle. From her coffee table, it held court in her living room, its beautiful, structured shape supporting her declaration of financial freedom.

Dressing this morning, she'd returned her bra to her lingerie drawer. Required beneath her pilot's uniform, she'd given her breasts free time, securing them beneath her tightest white cropped tank top. Posing in Ogni with her sexy bag, her willful nipples had responded, approving her purchase decision. Leaving the store, their firm interest in her handbag hadn't abated. Tamsin hadn't helped. Her friend's pretty picture in plain white panties, captioned, 'I'm obeying him', had tightened her tension, wiring rich envy into her alert nipples.

Adventurous freedom had kept her in a heightened state. On her couch, her sex clenched, soliciting release. She considered satisfying herself, but her phone pinged, announcing Neil's imminent arrival. She ordered pizza. City living brought quality, restaurant quality. She crammed vegetables on hers, ordering him hot chillis. Drawn by her crystals, he circled their coffee table, admiring her dazzling handbag.

She grinned. "I spoiled myself."

"It's beautiful," he said. "Very you."

His approval sealed her buying decision. Emboldened by her handbag's success, she laid her career fears across their dining table, supported by the finest tomatoes layered on organic Italian cheese. Flawless flavors underlined her dislike of corporate control, her freedoms in Australia, and the unpredictable nature of her current schedule.

 "Does Tamsin share your concerns?" he asked. He'd thought her happy. She'd surprised him.

Shaking her head, she said, "Tamsin loves being ordered around. Point her towards any plane. She'll fly it."

"But you also enjoy obedience."

Her nipples reacted to his words, his rich resonance hardened her willing nubs. She nodded. "Obeying, you."

He smiled at her ultra tight cropped tank top. Unmistakable prominence rose on the peaks of her exquisite breasts. "You went shopping, braless?"

Implied criticism intensified her dutiful nipples, encouraging a pitiful defense. "I wasn't naked."

"Your nipples are beautiful."

Flying from her seat, she rounded their table, shoving herself onto his lap. Lowering her lips, she kissed him, devouring his direct compliment.

He wrapped her in his arms, drawing in her kiss. Releasing her lips, he whispered, "Did your nipples betray you in public?"

His tough demand stiffened her sex. "Posing with my handbag, they showed themselves. Also, Tamsin shared a sexy photo. I was in the street. My nipples approved it."

"Naughty girl."

"Her or me?"

"Both, I'm sure. But you, mischievous girl. I suspect I should paddle you."

Her sex certified his intent, her nipples in solid agreement. "Perhaps you should."

He grunted, realizing her need. Pulling her close, he stroked her back. "You've been naughty, Diane. Playful, but naughty. I won't let your scandalous spectacle go."

Her heart thumped against his chest. She needed him brutal on her, hard, and unforgiving. "Sorry, Neil."

He sighed. Her humble whisper proved she needed proper punishment for her improper behavior. "I'm afraid, Diane, I must paddle you."

She pressed her breasts against his solid chest, her rock hard nipples shouting her surrender through her tight tank, demanding a hard reckoning. "I'm sorry."

Gripping her shoulders, he made space for his stare to fill. Resolute, it reined her in, redirecting her towards their bedroom. Rising on his forceful tide, she stepped towards the hardwood stairs, padding up in her socks.

Hearing his firm footsteps on the stairs, she opened the nearest closet, reaching up. Sliding their polished paddle from its permanent place, she caressed its varnished surface. Three feet of golden bamboo punctuated by eight holes. Drilled through, they increased its airflow, speeding it towards her butt for hard impact. Raising her gaze, she met his, handing him their paddle. In his grip, it spelled out their relationship. He'd first paddled her in their tiny apartment near the airport, bringing unambiguous order to their frustrating financial situation. Carrying their faithful bamboo to Australia, he'd given her harsh swats for meanness to Tamsin, comforting her. Tasting the delicious Tim Tam biscuits causing her poor behavior, he'd regretted his harsh swats. She hadn't. In their city-center luxury home, he stood over her once again, his timeless authority on splendid display.

He tapped the paddle against his palm. "Scandalous behavior, young lady."

His condemnation penetrated her heart, settling her. She'd craved his firmness. Maybe she'd acted out to get it.

"Going braless isn't unreasonable. However, your brazen nipples lacked control. Did anyone notice?"

Recalling a male assistant's gaze landing below eye level, she nodded. "A store assistant."

"Male or female?" he demanded.

"Male," she whispered. Her black socks drew her gaze. She hadn't minded.

His tone hardened. "Parading yourself."

Her stomach lurched.

"Take your jeans down," he ordered.

Unbuttoning her tight denim, she pushed her jeans down her thighs, bunching them at her knees, revealing pale yellow panties, decorated with lemons. This morning, they'd declared her liberation. Now their cuteness cried out for reining in.

"Grab your ankles."

Bending forward, she honored his relentless toughness. Her bikini panties rose, reducing her protection. Destined for freedom, she'd landed at shameless debauchery. She'd find sitting difficult. Tamsin would notice. Also Jake. Her friends would know she'd got paddled. They'd ask why. She'd tell.

Pride rose, toughening her stance. Her man must punish her. Their trusted bamboo touched her butt. Its heavy presence regulated her breathing.

The first blow hit the exact spot it had touched. Thunder exploded across their bedroom. Pain screamed deep into her glutenous tissue. Panting through its savage fury, she inhaled her hurt. He'd got her attention. Reckless debauchery wasn't her style. It could become hers. Ruthless sting disabused her notion. Landing in the same spot, its sting spread, worse than before. Fierce heat plunged through her yellow cotton, firing its criticism deep into her brash butt.

"Regretting your revealing top?"

His question hurt. She wasn't. Loving her risky freedom, she manufactured suitable regret. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

The paddle slammed across her cotton. Landing higher, it spread her sting. She gritted her teeth and braced herself. She wasn't sorry. Caught in her dichotomy, she rejoiced in his toughness. She needed heavy punishment. Maybe it would corral her wild imagination. She'd imagined countless futures for herself. Bamboo burned her butt, blasting its murderous heat where it hurt the worst. Heavy swats scolded her brazen, unfettered freedom of thought. Her nipples hardened, recognizing their part in her pain. Her sex clenched. She bit her lip. Confused between pleasure, pain and purpose, she grunted.

"Last one, Diane. I'm afraid it must hurt worst."

Her fingers tightened around her ankles. Need didn't prevent hurt. She understood the paddle's powerful aerodynamics. Wielded with his strength, it slammed merciless burn into her lower bareness. Savage sting surged, intensifying. Wallowing in her obedience, she struggled to accommodate her unfettered thoughts.

"You may stand."

Tinged with sympathy, his firm command reached her ears. Walking her palms up her thighs, she struggled upward, her butt muscles compressing her pain. She turned. Only humility survived his firm gaze. "Thank you, Neil."

He smiled. "You're welcome. I love your nipples."

They stiffened under his adoration. She smiled. "I may transgress again."

"And I'll punish you again."

His brawny arm shot around her, sweeping her up. Placed on their bed, her paddled panties spread fire into their white luxury comforter. She kicked her jeans to her ankles. He removed them, flinging them aside. She ripped up her cropped tank.

Shoving off his chinos and tee, he abandoned his tight shorts. Thrusting aside her yellow lemons, he spread her legs, his manhood pinning her to their bed.

Her sex gripped his girth. Powerful thrusts approved her painful obedience. Her butt testifying to his indisputable jurisdiction over her. "You punished me for brazen misbehavior."

"I love punishing you," he groaned, his hardness buried in her depths.

His lips brushed her proud nipples. Live current connected her critical buds. She arched her back. Savage shocks jolted her body, dumping her back onto the bed. Drowning in stunning glory, she received his fervent need, her burning butt celebrating his ruthless toughness, flying her into her wondrous abyss. Settling into definite soreness, she lay beside his reliable male heat.

He said, "You'll become a captain if you continue flying. It's inevitable. Two years. Less, knowing you."

Becoming an airline captain was her logical route forward. Repeated calculations hadn't brought it closer. "Diamond Cross Air has invested millions in training me."

"Regardless, I bet you've had other ideas."

She wished. "Unworkable ideas. Launch a cargo airline. Jake might fund me." From nothing, she'd run their cargo operations in Australia. "Business jets, but they require lengthy airline experience."

"What's stopping you from changing things?"

"Despite being managed, I still love flying. I owe Doug Diamond. The airline gave me my chance. I can't just quit."