Sunday, April 10, 2011

Our Trip

Our trip… I don’t even know if I can begin to describe it. I had spoken to Sue, kissed Willow and the cats and we were out the door. A plane from Tom’s office was going to CA. Once we got there we grabbed a commercial flight. A car picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to the house Tom had rented. I have to tell you it took my breath away! The back of the house – all glass opened onto an infinity pool that seemed to empty into the Pacific. Everywhere you looked the beauty overwhelmed.



I suppose depending on your outlook you could say this was 100% Tom’s vacation. He was completely in charge of every detail (including me) but at the same time the vacation seemed totally for me too. Tom rarely left my side – or backside it seemed – for the entire trip! It was his goal, done with good nature, to assure I saw him as the complete and unchallenged head of our household.

After our first look through the house Tom told me to unpack while he checked that all the food he had ordered had been delivered. But I couldn’t wait “No Tom lets swim first. Just look at that pool!”

Tom sighed. “I see that I’m going to be very busy this week.” Leading me to the bedroom, Tom had me over his knee and my panties gone before I realized that I was going to be spanked. “I said unpack – I didn’t say let’s go for a swim, all in good time, Cassie, my time.”

Oh so that was the way it was going to be! I had to laugh as he let me up and gave me one of his ‘stern’ stares. I could see the humor and delight in his eyes and I replied like the perfect, docile, submissive wife I truly am. “Yes dear, I’ll unpack right now. Shall I unpack for you too?” Tom rolled his eyes at my tone and told me just to unpack for myself. He’d do his later.

I was smiling and rubbing the sting away as Tom headed back to the kitchen. But as I got deeper into my suitcase I lost the smile. “Tom what have you done?” I shouted. In the suit case there was not one pair of slacks or shorts! There was no bathing suit and as I dug still deeper I realized that I was also had no panties!

Tom came back in the room and I let him have it! “No shorts? We’re in Hawaii for heaven sakes! I don’t like wearing skirts all the time and where are my panties? You did this on purpose. I don’t even have a bathing suit. Do you want me to go to the beach stark naked?”

“I packed what I want you to wear this week. I prefer you in skirts and I’m not allowing panties this week.”

“You won’t allow… I can’t wear…. I never heard of…” I was just sputtering and fussing when Tom stopped me mid-sentence with a long, slow, wonderful kiss. This was a kiss that made me wonder why I needed any clothes at all. And soon enough I didn’t. What a wonderful welcome to Hawaii! Some people get a lei at the airport, while others… Well anyway it was a lovely encounter!

Soon enough we made it to the pool. Lovely, just lovely. Tom was right that I had no need for a suit in the pool and I later found he had one in his suitcase for a dip or two in the ocean. Wearing a dress or skirt for the entire week wasn’t so bad but being without my panties – now that was something altogether different. It was unsettling to say the least.

Tom got exactly the reaction from me he wanted. His ‘I’m the boss campaign’ seemed to consist of spanking me three or four time a day! My poor bottom was sore and stinging most of the week. He was creative; I’ll give him that – I think I was spanked over every piece of furniture in the house! But the place he seemed most partial to was the pool! Oh, why does a wet bottom make it sting so much more? And why does Tom have to know that? He had brought several implements, both wooded and leather and I once made the comment at least he didn’t want to get any of the implements wet. Only to have Tom make the observation that water wouldn’t hurt ivory! Thankfully he was kidding and I never saw that horrible thing!

On our daily outings, every time we would leave the house, he would give me a ‘warning’ spanking to use his words “Assure you act like a lady”. His weapon of choice at those times was that darn slipper of his. I hate that thing too. It makes me feel raw and very much in need of silk panties afterwords. Not possible on this trip!

So off we would head to wherever we were going with me totally conscience of my freshly spanked bottom. There was certainly a naughty feel to it. It was also unsettling, annoying and embarrassing since, there is no other way to put it, Hawaii is breezy! But Tom seemed to love every minute of my discomfort, the old devil! Once as we sat on a bench taking in the lovely view he noticed me shifting a bit and ask me “Are you thinking of me now Sweetheart?”

Giving him a withering look, I replied “Yes I’m thinking of you. Would you like to know exactly what I’m thinking?”

Tom laughed out loud and put his arm around me. “I don’t think it would be in your best interest to tell me. Just thinking it has earned you a spanking as soon as we get home.”

And that was the way our week went. He was in charge yet he pampered me outrageously with long luxurious baths, swims under the moonlight, he cooked for me and often fed me. It was outrageously decadent on my part yet I never knew when I would be upended for a sound spanking for the least little thing. But even those, as painful as many were (and they were!), they were given in total fun. It was also a week of love making, whenever we wanted to, wherever we wanted to. We were together every moment. We talked and talked…about our past, our present and our future. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was more content.

We’re home now – back to the real world but my mind is often in Hawaii. I’m wearing skirts more often, I’ve been home every day when Tom arrives home, and I’ve even cut back on my activities. None of these changes has a thing to do with being spanked either. That week just reinforced in my mind how much in love I really am and that no matter what is going on in my life – my Tom is the most important thing in my world. I would say the trip was a complete success.

There was one very special evening on the trip. I’ll tell you about that soon.

9 comments:

Paul said...

Cassie, seems a great time was had by both.
Your Tom really knows how to treat his woman. LOL
Love and warm fraternal hugs,
Paul.

abby said...

What a lucky lady....that is what I call a dream vacation! abby

Elegans said...

It sounds like you had a lovely trip! Tom really knows how to plan things well. Glad you're back safe and happy!

Cassie said...

Paul,
That man is so good he should have been an event planner! Very special events but still...

Abby,
It was a dream Abby. I think it should be an annual event!

Elegans,
Thank you honey, I am back safe and happy. Of course I'd rather be there safe and happy!

Anonymous said...

I love how he took care of EVERY single detail, no matter how big or small. Pure heaven and very romantic. :)

Tiffany said...

i would love a vacation like that :-)

Cassie said...

And Tiffany I would certainly suggest it! It was wonderful!

Sandoval said...

I love how he took care of EVERY single detail, no matter how big or small. Pure heaven and very romantic. :)

Cassie said...

Sandoval,
It was terrible romantic - a bit painful, but romantic.