I arrived home from the park and showered then lounged in bed, read magazines, and channel surfed - - being a real good for nothing. I got a call from one of my girls at the office who wanted to know when I could make the shoot for my new swim line.

My hottest item is a swim-bikini panty. It has a lace sewn front that is attached to quarter of an inch bow-tied ribbons that tie at the hips. It sells very well, but I also design swimsuits for today's active girl - - she should
own both styles to compliments her moods.

Jeremy called. He's my neighbor at Fire Island (a vacation beach island on Long Island's South Shore.) I had forgotten that I had finally made a date with him. It was to be this Sunday. I like Jeremy. His conversation is interesting. He is also terribly hot for me. He says the way I walk drives him nuts. (He's also one of those leg men that sometime forget to look up.) So I had decided to see if he could be any fun.

I had the next ten days off. Rodney was off to England Saturday afternoon. I planned to spend some quality time alone at the beach to think up knew ideas for my company. I then remembered Nigel.

As much as I liked him, Jeremy was the one with the good business head, and I needed to talk to him about the allocation of certain incoming funds. A butler would be ueseless. So I cancelled my date with Nigel for Sunday, and told him that I wouldn't be back for about two weeks. I suddenly discovered that Nigel was quite immature and insecure. Too bad. As a matter of rule, I refuse to deal with that behavior. I hung up.

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Saturday morning Rodney tried to wake me up at ten. I was dead asleep and refused to get out of bed. I had been out all night with Jeremy. Of course I didn't sleep with him, but I did promise he could drive me to the beach today.

Rodney was very upset. Whenever I sleep late I always mess up his day, but I was too tired to pay any attention to him, and told him to go away and not bother me. He still tried to get me up. I shhhshed him so he'd be quiet and haughtily said, "Go away little man, " and tried fall sleep.

That was the last straw. He ripped my bedsheets away, took hold of me, and pulled back my nightie and tore down my slim panty. He wasted no time. He spanked me hot and fast. The fiery snap of his hand off my hot bottom cracked the morning air. I lurched my head up after each smack and squealed and grunted.

There was no time to talk or argue between his hot and furious smacks. I kicked and cried, but he had no mercy that morning. I was being thoroughly punished, like I had been warned, and I had only made it worse by my haughty behavior. (At least I had the decency to apologize to him later when he helped me up with my jeans.)

Finally he finished me off with his paddle. I begged him not to hit me with it. I flailed me arms as he drew his hand back and gave me ten hot spanks with it, which I had to correctly count, and in my crying state it wasn't easy. He had finished with me. I was on my bed with my nightie still up and my panty twisted down to my thighs. I soon calmed down. My breathing steadied and my tears went away.

The morning now was so silent. I felt better after my spanking. A warm sensation filled my groin. I slipped my hand into my nightstand and fumbled for my vibrator. I found it, kicked the crumpled sheets away then slipped up my nightie and slowly worked my loving vibrator into my wet vagina.

I spread out on my bed. My beautiful hair fanned out from behind him. I was loving my vibrator deeply inside of me. My rate of breath increased. I drew my knees back and pointed my toes to the ceiling and hand fucked myself like a hot slut. I soon let go and began to moan with abandon. My eyes were slut-glazed. Tumultously I rocked my hips back and forth and fucked my raunchy hot cunt. I turned my head and saw Rodney. In my blissful state, I just moaned and dumbly stared at him. He politely excused himself from my room, and I continued with my blissful masturbation.

When I finished, I showered and dressed. I knew Rodney shouldn't have seen me masturbating, but I'm a girl that finds it hard not to when the need arises, and so I've taken unnecessary risks and have lived to regret it.

Rodney helped me pack. I had many things for him to arrange. He took my instructions well, and always knew how to amend any of my misdirections. I handed him my vibrator and told him that it needed new batteries. Ten minutes later I was out the door and on my way.

On the ride out to the beach with Jeremy, in his new Carrera, I reached into my bag to get my sunglasses. I noticed Rodney had left me with a spare pack of batteries in case I needed them. The last time he walked in on me I was using my other vibrator, the big black one. I wondered if it had been packed. I searched my bag. There it was.

To be continued.....