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COLONIAL CRIER
"Travel Section"

Part 1 by Cougar

The Red Bottom Express Travel Agency is now booking trips to the Greek islands. Four days and
three glorious nights will be spent on the on a secret hideaway Cane Island, just on the outskirts
of the Greek Republic waters south of Lesbos.   An inter view with Jeannine, owner of the agency,
talked about last years escapades, which sheds light on the growing numbers planning to attend
this years.

It was really remarkable experience say’s Jean; the Island itself is a mix between tropical and
desert motifs.  It seems everyone appears to experience it differently and no one seems to be able
to agree on one or the other. We fly in all of the subs first, by seaplane, where a tall handsome
dark skinned gentleman and an entourage of men and woman dressed in scanty native attire meet the
guest.  The natural beauty that surrounds him or her overwhelms each guest, as they take their
first steps from the plane on to the dock.  The air is rich and clean, but filled with natural
scents of the surrounding fauna, which permeates and excites the senses.  Adjusting their eyes to
the bright sunlight subs begin talking to one another describing their surroundings, which of
course lead to confusion, everyone sees something completely different.  

A wave of light panic grips everyone, but is broken off by the sound of the gentleman’s voice.
“Everyone welcome to Cane Island.  I am your host Dommetry, and will be your guide and counselor
for the remainder of your stay.  Your counter parts will be here shortly and if you have any
questions I will be most happy to answer what I can at this time.  Now if you would all please
board the tram that we have waiting we shall escort you to you next destination.  

As the passengers get seated they notice the driver is not what one would call human, as the
tram pulls away.  No one sees his face only the back of its head.  The talking starts again among
the guests with conversations centered on the strange unsolicited feelings of primal desires
formulating within each one of them.  While the tram continues to head toward the center of the
island words fade away and replaced by silence.  Overpowered by thought, each individual become
lost on a sea profound desire…

The tram pulls up to a large white mansion built of stone and masonry where Dommetry instructs
his guest too to form two lines.  On the right woman, and on the left men.  Dommetry voice slowly
brings everyone into line.  His deep rich tone holds an accent that no one recognizes.  The
quality of his voice reassures and soothes as if passing a black satin sheet across ones flesh.
“Men, please inter the door on the left as well, and ladies, the door on the right.  As you pass
through my staff will usher you to the proper destinations.  And on a final note, please
understand that you all enter here today of you own free will.  You may at any time during your
stay ask to leave, but please understand that if you do, you will be immediately taken from the
island and never allowed to return.” 

Filling into mansion and each group was met by a host of men and woman and led to separate groups.
The ladies were taken to a central quad within the inner mansion where a huge mineral bath filled
the central patio.  Each of the guests was instructed to stand around the baths, and was assigned
a male and female attendant.  The voice of Dommetry, coming from almost everywhere, told the
attendants to begin.  Each female attendant stood before her charge.  Slowly and in unison they
started to undress and remove every article of clothing from the guest while their male counter
part took each piece of clothing and neatly arranged it and set it on a small table next to them.
Everyone once they were undressed, thought they were to step onto the mineral bath but Dommerty’s
voice brought them all to a halt.  Most of subs where uncomfortable knowing there was a male
behind them, and wanted to cover themselves under the water.  Many of the ladies froze and some
were stunned by Dommerty’s voice, draped their arms around their forms and simply gazed into the
deep pool.  The maiden’s poured water from a pitcher over each of the women, as the men behind
them slowly started to sponge and bathe them.  


After the bath, each woman was instructed to move into small dressing rooms and dried off.  There,
two women began dressing them.  First, silk thong blue panties were fitted, and thin another layer
of soft white cotton panties added.  A tube top and white linen dress came next.  Another
attendant slowly brushed and dried their hair, and set it to perfection.  From outside the
dressing room you could hear a voice shouting' “Da Plane, da plane.”  Instinctively each sub
understood that this announced the arrival of the Doms on the island.

As their excitement began to build the submissive guests were then blindfolded with a silk scarf
and their hand placed in front of them and bound, then led to another section of the mansion.
They were not allowed to speak.  Dommetry’s voice penetrated the silence.  “Ladies, from this
point on you are instructed to keep silent and do what you are told!”  No one expected this.
Dommetry continued, “further more you will a be led into a banquet hall where one of you is to be
singled out to sit alone.  The Dom’s will sit at one side of the table and you the other side.
The chosen one among you will be seated at a table alone away from the other guest.  Since your
hands are bound you will be fed by an assigned attendant and remain blindfolded.  Does everyone
understand?  You will be allowed to speak again after the banquet.  With the clap of Dommetery’s
hands the attendants led their guest towards the banquet hall.

A girl by the name of Debbi started to squirm around and feeling uncomfortable.  Panic was
starting to set in, and she could feel herself starting to free herself from her escorts grip.
This all seemed way too strange to here.  Her husband said this was just an erotic vacation.
Little did she know this would become a right of passage that he had planned planed ahead of time
for her.  Suddenly the line was halted and now one was moving.  Debbi could feel some one standing
in front of here.  His hot breath brushed against her cheek.  She could also sense eyes passing
over every inch of her body.  She tried to move again. Suddenly she heard a males voice, it was
Dommetry’s voice, “Well, I think we have a volunteer.  Debbi, (Dommetry looking at her name tag
on her tube top) you will be dinning away from the others tonight and seated alone.”  She could
feel his hand pausing as he held her nametag that draped just above her nipple.  She wanted to
panic and run, but nervously nodded thinking, “I’ll be ok, my husband will be there.”  “Take them
away.” Dommetry ordered.

Dommetry stood stationary, as the beautiful submissives were lead away through the corridor.
Meeting him there was a small figure of a man who quietly asked; “Do you think she will do as she
is told?”  Dommetry stood considering for a moment and just nodded.  “I think she will do much
more than that Baboo, before her journey has ends here.” 

Deddi was seated at a table bye her self while unknown hands began to feed her.  In the pit of her
stomach she felt nothing but hollow emptiness, fear and a remnant of sensual pleasure from earlier
when she stepped off the plane.  She had to eat, there was no choice, and she didn’t want to
stand out alone any more than she had to, and choked down the food.  She could hear the Dom’s in
the background but their voices seemed to diminish compared to a silent roar that was taking
place in her mind…  Where was her husband!

After the meal attendants were ordered to remove every ones blindfold except for Debbi’s.  She was
then led away from the table where she sat.  Her senses started to come alive.  The one who was
leading her had a peculiar smell, not like that of a man, but that of a wild animal.  Helping her
step onto a platform she felt her fears welling up inside her once again.  She felt her hands
being untied and lifted above her head where she was instructed to hold on to handles.  She
gripped them slowly and held on tight.  Another attendant startled her and told her not to let go
for any reason, and asked her if she understood.  She nodded.  From behind her she could feel
furry hand slipping around the waste band of her dress and tugging it downward.  Then the same
hands pushed her legs apart in order to broaden her stance.  Her blindfold was then removed.

Staring directly in front of her was a wall-sized mirror.  Looking into the mirror, right behind
her, stood what appeared to be part man and part beast.  She shut her eyes, and then opened them
again.  He or it, was still there holding a small whip in one hand and a cane in another.  She
could almost feel her knees go weak and buckle, but she grabbed the handles tighter to steady
herself.  Looking beyond the beast in the mirror she saw the every ones reflection.  No one said
a word.  There were too many of them for her to pick out her husband.  From behind her she felt
the leather tassles of the whip slowly brushing against her flesh………………….


Part 2 by Debbi

Debbi trembles at the touch of the whip as it slowly and sensually travels down her back, down
her leg, to her foot.  She gasps as it continues its travel back up the inner side of her leg to
touch her intimately and then down the other leg.

Desperately she searches in the mirror for her husband but she is unable to pick him out in the
sea of faces.  Why is he allowing this?” her mind screams!  He had promised an erotic vacation on
a remote island and now here she was.  Frightened, confused, unsure. She feels the hot breath of
the animal-man on the back of her neck and shivers.

Suddenly she hears Dommetry's voice echoing in her head. “Understand that you enter here today of
your own free will.  You may at any time during your stay ask to leave, but please understand that
if you do, you will be immediately taken from the island and never allowed too return." 

That was it!  She could ask to leave now and avoid being whipped.  She shivers again as she feels
the whip continue it’s slow trail up her outer leg and circle her bottom.  

Suddenly a picture of her and her husband planning this vacation together swims before her.  Once
again she sees his excitement and eagerness.  She recalls her husband telling her what a wonderful
experience it would be.  How much closer it would make them feel.   But so far?  Not at all what
she was expecting. Torn, conflicted she considers what she should do.  Suddenly the answer comes
to her.  All these years he had shown her nothing but kindness, consideration, and love.  His
loving support could always be relied upon through good times and bad.  He had never allowed her
to be hurt if it was in his power to change.  How can she stop trusting him now?  

Her decision made she looked back into the mirror.  A momentary panic fills her as she sees the
furry arm raised high into the air, the whip swaying.  She tightly closes her eyes and tenses,
anticipating the pain. But instead, the arm slows before contact and the leather seems to caress
her skin.  Again she feels the air move as the whip is quickly raised.  Again she feels a loving
caress on her bottom.  Over and over the whip falls, warming her and quickly turning her very
fair skin pink.  Debbie begins to squirm as even these gentle kisses of the whip begin to sting
but she holds tightly to the handles, feeling a warmth spreading out from her very center.  She
lets out a small involuntary moan.

With Debbi’s eyes still tightly shut, she begins to sense a change.  She still feels the same-but
something indefinable is different.  She opens her eyes and realizes she is in a different,
smaller room, a bedroom.  The crowd is gone.  Confused, she looks into the mirror and sees the
loving smile of her husband with the whip in his hand.  She returns his smile.  A smile of
acceptance.  Another involuntary moan of arousal escapes her lips as the whip falls yet again.


From Jeannine:

A Cold chill coursed thru Jeannine’s body.  Where was she?  Why was she here? There had to be a
reason.  As she looked around, she realized, looking at the torn curtains, the worn linoleum, the
cobwebs, she was having a dajavu experience.  But, then a certain, redolent aroma reached her
nose.  MY GOD! This may be real!  Somehow I have traveled thru time and space and landed in the
place where I grew up.  Dads!! Right next to the dumpster!  She smiled as she reminisced.
Remembering the many fun-filled hours she and her then-fiancé Flyer spent dumpster diving.  One
or the other coming up with a treasure- a half-eaten sandwich.  A half-eaten Oreo. She smiled
again as she remembered a banner day in their lives.  Flyer opened a pizza box and found 2 whole
slices. Jeannine had clapped her hands in glee.  As she looked around more, she saw the sofa,
sagging badly, its springs pushing up in places.  A tear came to her eye, and a twinge to her
bottom, as she remembered the many hours she had spent sitting in Dad's lap, or laying over it.
Dad had been a loving, but stern father.

She went to the dusty ash-filled fireplace, and put her cheek on the mantle, recalling the many
meals she had eaten there. She went to her old room, laughed out loud as she found, hidden, so
many years ago, "smocks" as Dad called ciggys and a rusted can of beer.

The Badger kept scratching pitifully at the door.  Jeannine had a headache. She had spent hours
the day before, falling off her pirch and being picked up, again and again by a patient Cat.

She screamed at the Badger to go away.  To leave her alone to think how she could get out of her
dilemma.  He said, in a raspy voice.  "Let me in, please." " I am human, but put in this form by
a wicked witch. Her name is---".  He could not bring himself to say it. Jeannine hesitated. Not
sure if this was a trick.  Suddenly, he said the magic words. " Remember the decals I put on your
bottom?"  Oh my God, it was her old boy friend.  She flew to the door and opened it.  She wasn't
sure how to react to the little whiskery creature.  She loved animals, even though she sometimes
aged them. The helpful cat of yesterday turned gray overnight.

The Badger smiled at her, and she saw in his paw, a replica of the gilt edged paddle he had,
those many years ago.  He told her that the spell could only be broken when he gave her five
swats with the paddle.  She dutifully leaned over the couch and he proceeded to do just that.
She yelped, looked around, and saw her beloved boyfriend. Badger was back.  Jeannine draws a
curtain over their reunion, and then Badger sets off to try to find a way for them to get back to
the others. Jeannine is instructed to wait in the trailer in case rescuers find them.

Meanwhile, Jeannine leans against the mantle, rubbing her red bottom.  Suddenly, a helicopter
lands in the dusty field next to the trailer.  A magnificent, stunningly beautiful pilot emerges.
She extends her hand to Jeannine, who has come out of the trailer. They shake hands. The pilot
speaks." Hi, I'm sunny. I seem to have gotten lost.  I am trying to reach San Francisco.  Can you
help me"?

Jeannine snickers, wonders what possibly could make this woman want to be in SFO.  They go in the
trailer, and Jeannine offers sunny a glass of wine while they study the map. Jeannine gets a
faraway look in her eyes and sunny asks where her mind has taken her.  Jeannine sighs, says-well,
I was thinking of a time when Badger and I were just becoming friends.  We decided to take a
cyber trip together to a Caribbean Island. I was always careful to tell my chat friends I did NOT
do sex online, and they respected it or left.  But I knew Badger was a horny guy, how to handle
this?

Well, since I'm a travel agent, I booked us a 2br bungalow on the beach.  , With a lock on my
door.  Then I got to thinking perhaps this was not fair.  So, I hired a hooker, Fifi, for him
when we arrived at the bungalow, I introduced them.  Badger was visibly shocked.  Said he did not
want her, gave her a handsome tip and sent her away.  After she was gone, I realized I had not
thought this through. Since it was a cyber trip, I would have needed to be Fifi.

OMG. Stupidly, I mentioned it to Badger. When he got up from rofl, he started running down the
beach, and brought Fifi back.  Damn! What do I do now?

Aha! Fifi blindfolded Badge, told him she was going to pleasure him from his feet up.  He smiled
happily.  Fifi had her tiny dog hidden in her flowing sleeves.  She took out the dog, which
proceeded to lick Badgers toes.  Even in cyber, it tickled. Badger tore off the blindfold to say,
"STOP!"   Saw the dog. Glared at Fifi/Jeannine.

Jeannine ran out of the bungalow, with Badger hot on her heels, and the dog yapping.  He caught
up with her a few yards down the beach, tackled her, they both fell.  People sitting on the beach
watched with interest.  Badger put Jeannine over his lap, pulled up her gown, and proceeded to
spank her long and hard.  Onlookers were divided, men cheering him on, women secretly wishing to
be Jeannine, but protesting.  Jeannine comes back to present day and wishes sunlady well on her
quest, waves as the chopper goes up.

From sunLady:

Sun had been watching Jeannine's spanking from a grove on the edge of the beach.  This was a
perfect spot to see everything and still be very hidden.  The overgrowth of the trees and flowers
along with their perfume filled the area.  Although she is very excited from watching the spanking,
she would remain hidden in her little paradise.  Sun is thinking, "What if Badger sees me and does
not want to stop with just spanking Jeannine?"   As Badger and Jeannine leave, Sun gives a big
sigh of relief--she had gone unnoticed

She is watching the sunset starting to sink behind the distant waves.  The slow but constant
sounds of the surf meeting the beach and the strong floral perfume help her to relax and feel
safe again. She is lost in the moment.

She gasps as she feels a presence behind her and starts to turn.  "Do Not Move!" a firm masculine
voice says, close to her ear.  Although she did not turn around she could sense that who ever was
behind her was very tall--at least 8-10 inches taller than she is.  As he grips her waist with
his large strong hands a frightful sweat bead runs down her spine.  She wants to pull away and
run, although she is feeling very hot, she is frozen and cannot move.  Once again the firm voice
speaks "No harm will come to you but you must do exactly as you are told--understand?"  Sun
manages somehow to nod her head.

Sun feels a silky fabric like a scarf being placed on her eyes and tightly tied at the back of her
head. Her hands are also tied with a silky fabric.  She asks, "Who are you and what do you want?"
His only response was deep and slow breathing.  Fear and excitement takes her blood almost to a
boiling point.  She keeps asking herself--who is this -- what does he want and what is he going
to do.  Could this be Badger, Dave, Hunt or is it someone she does not know?

He steadies her as he firmly but gently pushes her toward the sound of the surf.  "Oh no, is he
walking me into the sea to join the setting sun?" she hears herself silently asking.  His strong
hands tighten on her waist as a signal to stop. From the sound of the waves and the wet sand
clinging to her feet, they cannot be far from the water. 

Sun hears someone approaching on the left side coming up from behind them and when they get to
them, she can tell it is not someone to help free her. Fear once again is running down her back
and into her legs, she tries to move away from his grasp.  "Don't move!  I have told you no harm
will come to you, if you do as you are told" he says again more firmly than before.  Trust is
very hard for her in normal life but here and now--almost impossible but she must.

Sun senses that the new person is also a man.  This one is shorter and heavier than the one that
is still behind her--still grasping her waist.  The one in front starts to remove her clothing.
He unties her wraparound skirt and lets it fall.  He then unties her blouse and it falls away
exposing her ample breasts.  At this time she is wearing only her lacy panties. 

The tall man behind her commands that she spread her legs and to remain standing.  All she can
remember is that "No harm will come to you........"  She hears the tall one say "Do it now!"  Sun
moves her legs apart inch by inch. The shorter man in front starts to touch her in a very sexy
way all over her body with a long stem flower and a leafy switch.  He is holding the flower in
one hand and the leafy switch in the other.  He gently pulls the flower up her leg starting at
her left ankle to her inner thigh and then down the other leg stopping just above her right ankle.
As the shorter man in front starts to follow the same path of the flower with the leafy switch
the taller man behind her tightens his grip on her waist.  After pulling the leafy branch over
her legs five times the shorter man starts to break off the leafy fingers of the switch, leaving
a bare but strong switch.  From the sounds Sun knows what is happening--that a spanking switch is
being made.  

The man from behind demands her to turn around and face him.  When she does this, he wraps his
arms around her locking down her tied hands in the process, in a bear type hug.  Sun fears what
is coming and buries her face into his chest.  The front man pulls her panties into a thong and
starts to spank her with the switch, starting at the back of her knee on the left side and stops
at her bottom. He repeats this on her right leg.  He then starts on her bottom.  Each lick
stinging more than the one before.  After many of these he stops and walks away without a word
being spoken.

The man behind her starts to kiss her neck but never lets go of his bear hug. After a while, he
pulls her down to the sand with him and onto his lap.  The sand is wet and warm against her legs
and upper body, her stomach resting on his lap.  He touches and plays with her bottom, tracing
the outline of her panties. After what seems like a long time he pulls her panties down and starts
to spank her with his large strong hand.  His hand is large enough that it covers a cheek of her
bottom.  Sun is moaning and cannot be still.  His hand is really burning her bottom after the
spanking with the switch.  He continues until she is wild with desire. The night turns into a
very hot and passionate lovemaking that lasts until both can no longer move.

The rising of the sun brings Hissy out for an early morning walk on the beach.  After walking
some distance Hissy sees Sun and Cougar on the beach asleep. She walks up to them as they wake.
Hissy asks "Sun, why do you have a scarf on your eyes and your hands tied?"  Cougar reaches for
Hissy.


Hissy’s story:

Hissy is enjoying the rare opportunity to get away for a few days of relaxation, and is
particularly fond of the beach.  Since she is a morning person, and up by 5 am every morning, she
decided to let Uffe sleep, in spite of his orders not to go anywhere without him, and go for a
long walk.  She spotted a couple on the beach ahead, and wondering who could possibly be up so
early, she approached them.  She was startled to see Sun lying on the beach nude, with a scarf
covering her eyes and her hands tied together.  Hissy looked at Cougar accusingly, and knelt
beside Sun to ask, “Sun, why do you have a scarf on your eyes and your hands tied?”  Hissy made a
move to untie Sun’s bonds, and Cougar reached for her.  

Hissy jumped to her feet and put her hands on her hips, “Just what is the meaning of this, Cougar?
How could you treat Sun like this?”  Cougar reaches for Hissy again, but Hissy dances out of
reach.  “It isn’t what you think, Hissy…. Hehehehe” Cougar laughed.  Hissy glared at Cougar, then
spoke to Sun, “Sun?  Do you want me to untie you?”  Cougar roared…. “No!”  Then he grabbed for
Hissy again, and caught her.

Hissy lost her temper, and started yelling and kicking at Cougar.

Uffe came along then, and pulled Hissy away from Cougar, “No tantrums…”  Hissy was too angry to
pay attention to Uffe, and tried to get away from him so she could free her friend Sun.  Uffe is
much bigger than Hissy, so she was unable to free herself.  “Uffe, Cougar is being mean to Sunny!
We have to rescue her!”  Uffe looked at Cougar, and at Sun, and then leaned over to whisper to
Hissy, “How do you know Sun wants our help? Have you asked her this?”  Hissy gave Uffe a dirty
look, but asked, “Sun?  Do you want our help?”  Sun shook her head and whispered, “no.”
“Impatient Hissy,” Uffe growled.  “Hehehehehe.”  Cougar laughed when Uffe picked Hissy up and
threw her over his left shoulder, whacking her bottom and making comments about smisk!!!

Hissy smacked Uffe’s broad back as he stomped down the beach muttering under his breath in Swedish
and reaching up to whack her backside every few steps.  Suddenly, they were engulfed in a thick
misty fog.  Hissy was startled when Uffe carried her through the thick cloud and exited on the
other side.  The tropical paradise of today was replaced with a large castle rising from the
cliffs above the sea.  Uffe traveled the cliffs easily, carrying Hissy over his shoulder as if
her weight was nothing.  He growled at her to “be silent” if she dared to question the sudden
change in the island, or in their clothing, or in the fact he was speaking another language and
she understood every word he was saying!

They were greeted by a group of men as they approached the gates, and Uffe reached up to whack
Hissy’s bottom soundly, causing her to cry out in indignation.  She felt her face turn red as she
heard the ribald comments and suggestions on taming the runaway bride from the men who fell in
step behind them.  “Uffe! Be reasonable!  Put me down!” Hissy demanded, smacking his back for
emphasis.  “I will put you down for all to see in a few minutes, wench,” Uffe replied, his accent
more pronounced than usual.  “You have run from me for the last time!  Humiliated me in front of
my men for the last time!  This time their laughter will be for you!”

“Uffe, I know you aren’t happy I interfered between Cougar and Sunny, but…”  “What do you speak
of?” Uffe demanded, entering the castle through the big doors.  He immediately dropped Hissy to
her feet, holding her wrist so she couldn’t run.  Hissy stared at Uffe in shocked wonder.  His
hair and beard were longer, and he was dressed as a Viking.   The men watching them curiously
were dressed in the same manner and, to her disbelief the castle looked to be very, very old
indeed.  The walls were stone, and tapestries hung everywhere.  The floor was covered with rushes,
and Hissy realized that Uffe was now a vision from the past.   She stood there speechless, tears
filling her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening to her!  

Uffe’s blue eyes narrowed in anger.  “Do not think to use your tears to sway me this time!”
“Uffe, what is happening here?  You look and sound so…. Different!”  “I am Uffe!  I can do
anything!” was the confident response, and now I will show you how Uffe deals with a runaway
wench!”  Before Hissy could open her mouth to protest, Uffe raised his left foot to the bench
beside him, and flipped her over his left thigh.  Hissy dangled helplessly over his knee, unable
to do anything when he flipped up her heavy skirt to reveal her bare bottom.  Uffe raised his
right hand high, and brought it down with a loud smack.   Hissy screamed, kicked, and yelled
bloody murder, but Uffe continued spanking her while his men cheered him on, until her bottom was
a bright red.  

“Now, do you understand, wench?  Uffe, the wolf, mates for life…. For all time…No more running….
Now, or ever!” Hissy nodded tearfully, then wrapped her arms around Uffe’s neck and buried her
face in his shoulder when he picked her up in his arms and left the castle, carrying her close to
his chest.  Hissy was surprised to see a sleek cat following behind them.  

They approached the swirling fog, and Uffe marched forward, kissing Hissy tenderly, “You will
remember this and know how it has always been between us, Hissy,” he whispered.  “No more
running… No more hiding.  Two souls together for all time…”  They emerged on the other side of
the mist, and Uffe was again wearing shorts and a tee shirt, and Hissy her white dress!  Uffe
smiled at her, “Now, do you understand?”  Hissy nodded contentedly, then pointed as the cat
streaked by them…. “Look, Uffe!  There is kitty_brat!  Wonder where she is going in such a
hurry?”  


The next section
Written by kitty_brat{G}

I fairly fly by Uffe and Hissy, feet skimming the ground so as to leave hardly a trace of my
passing, soft white linen coverings waving in my wake like whispers in the wind.  I race down to
meet the waves sliding silkily up the sand, bordered in lacy ruffles of salty bubbles.  I stand
in the wet sand as the waves roll forward and recede, tickling my feet with their gentle coolness.
Shading my eyes, I scour the sparkling waves, watching, and waiting, my eyes filled with a
visible yearning.  Knowing it had to be there somewhere, was I missing it, was the sun playing
tricks on my eyes and disguising it as just another sparkle on the pulsing ocean surface?  I
focus my eyes and concentrate so strongly that they begin to ache and water from the glare.  Off
in the distance something dances among the waves.  I concentrate on it, willing it closer.  It
bobs in and out of sight as it moves towards the island.  Straining my ears, I hear the distant
whine of an engine being taxed to its limit.  The white spot gradually reshapes itself to form
the head on hull of a sleek shiny speedboat bouncing gleefully through the ocean waves.   As it
draws closer, I can see the dark blue stripes that wrap themselves sensually around the boats
lower body from bow to stern and back again.   As the boat slices adeptly through the waves, the
spray of water rises from the bow and cascades back to the surface, casting a small rainbow in the
mist.  Behind, the white water tail extends back a distance delineating her path across the ocean.
As she draws near the beach, minxy’s bow slides dutifully back into the water denoting the end of
her journey.   She rocks steadily in the shallow water as her anchor dives to the ocean floor,
burying itself deeply in the sand, tethering her securely.   From her helm, Glenn smiles and
waves to me.  His Hawaiian shirt visible above minxy’s windshield, his hair shining in the sun
and tousled by the wind as he beds minxy down. 

I run into the waves jumping through them in my effort to meet Glenn as he hops over the side of
the boat.  As we come together, I leap out of the water, wrapping my arms around his neck and my
legs around his waist.    I kiss him tenderly as he wraps his arms around me and strides through
the water to the beach.   As we reach the beach, he swings me to the ground and takes my hand,
smiling down at me.  I smile up at him mischievously and pinch his rear through his white shorts.
Glenn laughs, says BRAT, and smacks my bottom smartly. I giggle softly up at him and reply “yep”.

We hold hands and bask in each other’s company as we walk along the shoreline, just out of reach
of the lapping waves.  I explain to him the events of the morning.  The arrival, the lines, the
baths, arrival of the other Dooms onto the island, the sensual whipping of debbi and the release
of everyone to go about their business of being on the island.  As we wander the beach, we wave,
hug, shake hands and say hi to the couples that sparsely dot the sand.  As we near the end of the
beach and the end of our chatter, we turn back up inland and head for the mansion.  During the
whole rendition of the morning, what captivated Glenn the most was the whipping and he had a
desire to re-enact that in his own style.

As we approach the mansion, Glenn turns and looks down at me.  He requests that I search the
mansion for a soft strong rope, a prison strap, and a silk napkin.  Upon collection off all items,
I was to go to my room, remove my wet linens, put on my silk robe and wait for him.

I scurry into the mansion with my still damp linens trailing behind me.  I run from place to
place collecting the required items, shivering in the coolness of the linens and in the knowledge
of what was about to happen.  Quietly, I go about my task, passing other occupants without a word,
lost in my thoughts of what was to be.  As I retrieve my last item and turn towards my room, I
stop, and smile to myself as a delicious shudder travels the length of my body.

I enter the chamber and as I walk toward the bed, I begin to peel the wet linens from my body,
dropping them to the floor as I approach.  Standing over the dark bedspread, I drop the items and
pick up my silk robe, hesitate for a minute and set it back down.  I run my hands softly over my
damp skin, shivering as the dampness recedes replaced by a carpet of tiny goose flesh, smiling at
myself and imagining.  The noise outside the room jolts me back to reality and I quickly pick up
the robe and slide it on. 

I glance around the room, feeling reduced to the size of a child by its very immensity of it.
The bed has a wrought iron frame and canopy; the windows are covered with the same rich material
as the canopy.  The floor is covered with a rich gold area rug and the walls stretch majestically
to the ceiling, dressed in gold wallpaper.  The room is softly lit by the yellow glow of table
lamps on various tables about the room.  The whole room elicits a feeling of majestic comfort and
I settle easily into a soft chair to wait.

My wait proves to be very short lived as the tall door swings open and Glenn walks in.  The smile
on his face is warmed by the glow of the lamps as he approaches me.  He reaches down and takes my
hands, helping me to my feet.  Glancing over at the items on the bed, he smiles approvingly.
Glenn turns his gaze back towards me as he leads me over to the bed.  Stopping at the end of it,
he in instructs me to stay as he retrieves the length of soft rope.  Returning to me, he runs the
rope over my shoulder, across my back and over my other shoulder, caressing my silk covered body
with it.  He instructs me to toss my head back as he pulls the rope across my closed lips, up my
face, across my closed eyes and down to my neck.  Glenn drapes the rope about my neck and
retrieves the silk napkin.  He caresses my body with the silk napkin in the same fashion as the
rope, before lightly kissing my closed eyes, wrapping it softly over then and tying it behind my
head.  In a soft flurry of movement I hear him retrieving the last item, the prison strap.  I
startle slightly as I feel the front of my robe parted and the prison strap caressing my bare
skin.  My body tenses with anticipation as my robe is lifted from my shoulders and slips
soundlessly to the floor, leaving the rope heavy against my bare skin and toying with the
lowermost hairs on my neck.

As the prison strap slides softly the length of my body, it leaves in its wake, a wave of goose
flesh as I quiver with excitement.  As suddenly as it touched me, it stops and Glenn’s voice
breaks the silence, instructing me to hold my hands before me, palms together.  I hold out my
arms as I feel the rope slip from my neck.  Then softly, the rope entwines itself around my
wrists and tightens as Glenn lifts my arms above my head and turns me to face the bed.  I feel
gentle tugs against my wrists and Glenn secures the rope to the frame of the canopy, making sure
my arms are uplifted, but not stretched.  As he finishes securing the rope, he bends and whispers
softly in my ear sending shudders through my body with each word.  Then, I feel the smooth cool
touch of the strap as it begins to caress it’s way down my back following the curves of my body
with such a light touch as to almost be a tickle. Behind the silk blindfold, I close my eyes
completely and sigh softly. loosing myself in the gentle caress of the strap,  a stark contrast
of what I know is to come.  As the strap winds its way down to the swell that is my bottom, it
lifts from my skin and returns with a soft slap.  Glenn begins to cover my bottom with soft
slaps; I sigh softly and enjoy the pats as they spread light warmth over my skin.  Gradually, the
pats become harder and louder filling the silence of the bedroom.  I widen my stance slightly to
steady myself and flex my shoulders.  Glenn strengthens the smacks and moves slowly over my
bottom, deepening the pinkness that I know must now cover it.  As the strokes become harder, he
adds an extra hard swat every few smacks, sending me squirming in delight.  I try to hold still,
but the warmth in my bottom radiates throughout my body in waves of excitement and makes it very
difficult for me to hold still.  Now the swats consist more and more of the very hard ones with
few pats peppered in between.  My bottom tingles with heat as each smack lands. I toss my head
back and sigh and whimper in contained ecstasy, pushing my bottom out hungering for the next
smack.  I feel the red heat swelling in my bottom as the strap lands again and again.  I can hear
Glenn’s breath and smell his warmth as he focuses his attention on my bottom.  In silence he
continues the spanking, breathing a little harsher with the exertion of the strapping.  Then, as
I wait in expectation of the next smack, I feel Glenn’s hands slide up the sides of my body, up
my arms and to the rope that tethers me.  I feel the rope swing free as my arms are released from
the overhead bar and Glenn whispers for me to bend over the bed and rest on my elbows. 

I flex my shoulders before coming to rest on my elbows on the end of the bed, arching my back and
pushing my bottom up, as I knew I would be asked to do.  I feel the strap caress my sensitive
skin before once more smacking down on my bottom, this time contacting the delicate area where
bottom and thighs meet. I feel Glenn’s hand rest on the small of my back as he continues to strap
the sweet spot on both of my cheeks, eliciting a gasp and a sigh from me in turn.  With a
peppering of hard smacks on each cheek, Glenn sets the strap on my back and begins to caress my
sore bottom.  The touch of his hand is almost more than I can bear as he slides it across my hot
skin.

For a short period, I feel nothing touching me but the straps noticeable weight still resting on
my back.  I hear Glenn’s receding footsteps getting softer and softer.  I stand motionless, bent
over the bed feeling the soft current of cool air gliding across my hot bottom.  The muffled
sound of footsteps on the area rug alerts me to Glenn’s return.  I feel a bright point of cold on
my bottom and it spreads as Glenn smoothes lotion into my burning flesh, talking to me softly and
rubbing my back as well.  I relax under his touch, knowing that I did well and that Glenn is
pleased with me.  He rubs more and more lotion into my bottom, slowly cooling it down and sending
a happy buzz through my body and into my soul. He pats my bottom softly and tells me to stand and
face him.

I stand and turn towards Glenn, opening my eyes beneath the silk; I see a red tinted shadow of
him standing in front of me.  I feel his hands run up my shoulders to the back of my head and
suddenly the silk slips from my face, to join my robe on the floor.  I look up at Glenn with a
wide smile on my face I lower my gaze to my wrists and watch him work the bindings loose.  As
soon as my arms are free, I wrap them around his neck as he lifts me in his arms and carries me
to the bed.  Glenn lays me softly on the bed and sits next to me, still caressing me and talking
to me.  We hear the voices of lioness and Terry outside the window, but pay them no heed as we
lose ourselves in each other’s attentions.