The landing... and then a decision

The throbbing in your bottoms becomes more bearable by the time the plane lands. You have to wait for everyone else to disembark before you get your clothes back and hurriedly get dressed; you thank your spanker and once again promise to be on your best behaviour before you bid them goodbye and follow the rest of the passengers. Your cheeks hurt with every step, but walking beats sitting down, not to mention it is nice to be clothed again. Once again you find everything going ahead a lot faster than you are used to in the airpot. Your bags are already out by the time you make it into the collection area. A minute later a young male taxi driver is helping you put your bags into the boot of his car. Your post-spanking movement must be as unnatural as it feels, because he asks with a knowing smile if you would like extra cushions. You both take up the offer gratefully and the ride to the hotel is as comfortable as it can be under the circumstances.

The disaster strikes again at the end of the trip, though. Anxious to get out you unfasten your seat belt just as the car pulls into an empty spot. The drivers spots this and sharply tells you to fasten it back. You do so immediately with a groan; you know what will come next. Diana shakes her head in a mix of pity and disappointment but says nothing. The taxi is parked mere seconds later, but these seconds will heap more misery onto your poor behind; the driver tells you to step out and lean over the car's boot as he opens the glove compartment to extract a leather strap. You do so, squinting in the blazing sun. He did not tell you to bare your bottom and you decide not to ask for more by doing so. This proves to be the right decision; he lines up the strap across your cheeks without telling you to uncover them.

The protection provided by your jeans is far from adequate though and you moan pitifully and loudly when the strap meets your already sore behind. Two more strokes come, adding to the already unbearable heat, but the young man stops there. You suppose he will want to get on with his work. The meter is not running when he is spanking you. You take your hands off the car boot, not yet daring to rub the fire away, and he opens it to extract your luggage which he helpfully carries to the hotel entrance, with you and Diana in tow. You finally clutch your cheeks in your palms when Diana pays the driver and he heads back to his car. "Let's go, you silly", your girlfriend chuckles. "He's right, you know, seat belts are there for a reason". Glowering, but not responding to what you know is a perfectly correct statement, you grab your back as the two of you head in together.

The check-in process is as smooth as any service you encountered today... Or since you have made the changes, actually, with very few exceptions. There is (naturally) a respectable selection of implements behind the reception; the only lady currently over a knee seems to be over that of her partner, however, and it is a domestic dispute being settled rather than anything hotel-related. You reach your room and the first thing you do when the door is shut behind you is peel down your jeans to free your throbbing behind. It is less urgent to do so for Diana, but she starts to strip too. Seeing that you are likely hitting the beach first thing, you decide not to stop with your bottom half at strip completely. You are not surprised to see Diana following your example. You start to think the beach might have to wait for a while as you look at her naked shape, the red bottom completing the perfect picture.

You do not jump right at her, however, starting to unpack the items you will need first instead, enjoying the view of your nude girlfriend doing the same. When you take your charger out of your backpack, your fingers brush the Rulebook. Your first instinct is to tuck it deeper in... But you stop yourself. You have debated this question with yourself before and now it comes back. Are you going to hide this from your partner forever? If not, then for how long? This could be the perfect start for her to experiment with the shared power, make this her perfect vacation so that you can together decide what to do next. It is not like you earned the Rulebook; you got it by pure chance. But then... She is not a fan of being spanked exactly. At least you do not think she is. Will she hate you when she realises you made it all happen? Will she think you are a freak?

You realise you have been standing like a naked statue for too long. "Um, Diana?", you begin ... But you really have no idea what you are about to say next.