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'Oh Olivia! I asked you to do one thing!'

Olivia heard Ben yell through the closed bathroom door. She turned to her reflection in the mirror and frowned. They had just woken up on the first day of their holiday and hadn't done anything yet!

They had arrived in Spain late the night before and had just woken up to a warm glowing sun and cool breeze. Ben had flung open the French Doors of their room and marched out onto the balcony to take in the view. They were on the top floor of the hotel; the pool was a turquoise oval far below.

Olivia opened the bathroom door, 'What have I done?'

While she had been brushing her hair in the bathroom Ben had emptied their suitcase onto the floor. He knelt amongst their belongings and frowned up at her.

'You just forgot to pack the camera is all.'

Her hands flew up to cover her eyes and she groaned, 'I'm so sorry, Ben, I really am!'

She had always been bad at packing, so Ben had done the majority of it, only asking that she remembered to charge and pack their camera the night before they left.

'What're we going to do? This is the first time we've been away together and now we won't have any photos.'

'I can run out and get a disposable one, I think I saw a shop just round the corner,' Olivia said.

'I guess so,' Ben said, 'I reminded you to pack the camera so many times.'

'I know, sweetie, I know…' Olivia pouted and sat on the bed.

Ben sat for a few moments, delicately pushing around the contents of their suitcase which were strewn around him. Olivia barely noticed as he pulled out the multi strapped flogger and stood up.

'You definitely need a spanking, maybe then you'll learn to listen to me.'

'Ben! I- I don't want- you can't!' Olivia stammered. She didn't know he'd packed any spanking implements.

'I can't? I'm sorry, Olivia, but if we were at home you know you'd be getting a hard spanking. What makes this any different?'

'It… I'm…' Olivia floundered, looking up at her boyfriend with shining eyes, trying her best to look intensely sorry.

'Roll over and pull down your panties,' Ben snapped, whipping the flogger in his hand.

'Ben, we're going to be swimming later!' Olivia scrambled off the bed and dug out her bikini from the piles of clothes, 'Look! If I wear this people will see the marks. That won't make a very good impression and we're here for two weeks!'

Ben paused, the strands of the flogger still resting in his hand. His brows were knitted together in a heavy frown.

'Please don't spank me…' Olivia whined.

After a few minutes of awkward silence Ben looked up, 'Oh you are going to be spanked. Just not on the bottom. If you don't want people to see the marks then it's gonna have to be a pussy spanking.'

Olivia's heart skipped a beat. Ben had only ever been threatened her with pussy spankings; he'd never actually given her one.

'But it'll hurt…' she said, aware that it was a weak excuse.

'It's either a pussy spanking, or a regular one. Your choice,' Ben said, pulling out a wooden chair that was in the corner of the room. He then sat on the bed. 'Either sit on that chair with your legs spread open, or get over my knee now.

She knew he was serious, and Olivia mentally berated herself as she slipped her knickers down her thighs. She was always spanked bare bottom. She kicked the panties off and stood between the chair and the bed, covering her bare slit with both hands.

'What's it going to be?' Ben said.

Without a word Olivia sat on the wooden chair and spread her legs. She felt her cheeks flush bright red as she looked up and saw that there was a full length mirror hung on the wall before her. She saw Ben stand up and move to stand behind her. He looked into her eyes in the mirror and flipped the flogger over her shoulder so the leather strands rested on her shaven pussy.

'You know you deserve this,' he said, 'You need to learn to listen to me.'

With that he swung the flogger up, then straight back down. A sharp sting spread through Olivia's pussy and she gasped. Ben raised the implement again and brought it down square on Olivia's pussy.

'Maybe next time I ask you to remember something you will.'

The next few minutes lasted for what seemed like hours. Ben was very careful for every stroke to land exactly where it should. He didn't want the other hotel guests to see Olivia with any marks, but he still wanted her to understand that she couldn't upset him and get away with it.

After a while Olivia's gasps became groans. She saw her pussy growing redder and redder in the mirror.

'P-please, Ben, I don't want the neighbours to h-hear!'

'Don't make a sound then,' he said.

She closed her eyes tight and jumped as the next spank landed. Her legs flew closed over the flogger.

'Open your legs,' Ben demanded.

Olivia shook her head.

'Open them!'

She knew he meant business but the spanking was taking its toll. Her pussy was throbbing. Ben dropped the flogger in her lap and leaned over her shoulder. He unbuttoned her pyjama top. He spread it open and she felt the breeze from the French Doors blowing over her nipples. He picked up the flogger.

'Spread 'em.'

Her thighs were shaking as she spread her legs once more. She bit her lip as he began spanking her once more. Tears slid down her hot cheeks.

He squeezed one of her nipples as he brought the flogger down on her exposed pussy five more times. She cried out with the last spank and her hands flew between her legs.

'That's enough,' Ben said, 'Now come and lie on the bed.'

Olivia's legs were shaking as she lay down on the cool covers. She tried to rub some of the pain away.

'Take your hands off your pussy.'

Snivelling, she complied. She could never disobey him when he used that tone. The breeze was still blowing; cool air flowed over her pulsing slit. She wiped her eyes.

Ben had thrown the flogger down and was looking through the wreckage of the suitcase for something. She saw him stand up clutching their bottle of lotion. He sat beside her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek.

'I'm sorry I had to spank you, but you know you deserved it.'

'I- I know, Ben, I'm so sorry I forgot the camera.'

'It's forgotten.'

Olivia gasped as she felt Ben's cool hand graze her punished pussy. He moved down to her thighs and planted a light kiss on the burning skin. She sighed, spreading her legs. He kissed her all over her hot pussy.

Ben sat up and opened the bottle of lotion. He let a few drops drip onto her privates. The cold cream made her jump and they both giggled.

Slowly he rubbed the cream into her hot skin. The throbbing had turned into a gentle pulse. He gently squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, using the other hand to rub it. She cried out again.

He placed his hand on her slick slit and felt her buck against it, rubbing herself on his open palm. He decided then that she would have to be punished further.

Her eyes flew open and she exclaimed as he stood up and began to tidy up the mess of the overturned suitcase.

'Ben!'

He stifled a laugh at her indignant tone and turned around, 'Yes, honey?'

She was sitting up on the bed, hair ruffled, cheeks flushed, 'I- I was about to…'

'Oh, you were about to cum?' he said, standing up and placing his hands on his hips.

'Yes! I was so close!' She was breathing heavily.

'But you said you were going to run out and buy us a disposable camera!' Ben picked up a pair of her panties and threw them to her. 'Get going!'