You should not allow yourself to be influenced by their protests. Nor should you be swayed by their fierce defensive reactions. And certainly not by her screeching. In reality, she demands strict guidance. She doesn’t just want him to stroke her. She also wants him to make her bottom glow when she deserves it. Women don’t want softies. They want a strong man. And they know that he will reprimand them if they cross the line.

When he went to the seaside, he went to the nudist beach. He hated wet swimming trunks and thought they were completely superfluous. Besides, that’s the only place you can see women as they really are. If the breasts are saggy, they are saggy and no bikini covers up this simple fact. If her best days are long behind her, then her body shows it mercilessly and no man will look at her when her flabby flesh starts to move. If she’s fat, there’s no beach dress to graciously cover everything up, but everyone can see that she’s just a walking lump of flesh.

Beautiful women are rare on the stretch of beach where the naked people cavort. Most of the women are obviously much more prudish than they pretend to be. But when he spots one of them, he puts on his dark glasses and keeps an eye on her. Because no matter how hard a woman tries, sooner or later she will rise from her towel and show more of herself than she realizes. It’s amazing how many of them still walk around with a bush between their legs, he observes in amazement. Don’t they have a guy who likes to lick them without having hair between their teeth?

There were actually only two specimens worth looking at that afternoon. One was of childlike stature and was there with her boyfriend. Her breasts were surprisingly well developed, he noted appreciatively. But she was almost boyishly slim and her bottom was of the unspectacular variety. The kind of thing a man can easily hold with one arm while she lies across his knees and is made to scream by his flat right hand. But that was just a brief excursion of his imagination as he watched her walk towards the water and away from him.

The other was a really rare and beautiful sight. Normally, only a few young and still attractive women dare to go to the nude beach alone. Most of them have a companion with them and would probably not undress completely without him. This one, however, seemed to be solo and he took a lot of time to keep an eye on her. She was pleasantly slim, but still had that slight curve around the hips that makes a woman look feminine. Her breasts were rather small, but nice to look at and showed only a slight tendency to sag. Her bottom was nicely rounded and occasionally he could catch a glimpse of her midriff, which was not naked and bare. But at least she had neatly trimmed her pubic hair to an absolute minimum.

She acted like a carefree teenager, although she was probably already approaching thirty. Her tits bounced up and down with every step and the flesh of her rather soft bottom vibrated in a very stimulating way. He stood up and followed her as she walked towards the light surf. This gave him ample opportunity to watch the movements of her backside and to think about what he was doing. She probably spends her life in an office chair of some kind and doesn’t think much of exercise, he concluded. In any case, she seemed to be quite fun-loving and radiated a joyful vacation mood.

She squealed several times as her body came into contact with the still quite cool water and danced exuberantly in the waves like a small child. He smiled at her and called over to her: „Just let yourself fall in. It’s only cold at first.“ She laughed out loud and watched as he showed her how it was done and let himself fall backwards into the next wave. Then she did the same, making those little girl squeals again. They swam side by side for a while, making sure he kept enough distance, because naked women usually react sensitively if you get too close to them.

„I’ve brought some chilled lemonade, can I offer you a drink,“ he said later, holding out a bottle to her, which was clearly sparkling with condensation. She smiled at him and took it with thanks. He still kept his distance, but his dark sunglasses gave him enough protection so that she didn’t notice him studying her anatomy at length. She may have trimmed her pubic hair, but below the neat triangle she was clean shaven. You can only see something like that up close.

A naked woman and a clothed man make for a clearly erotic situation. If they are both naked, it is suddenly a completely natural situation. She was probably just as little wet despite his proximity as his cock stirred at the sight of her. She wasn’t erotic for him at that moment. She was simply beautiful and he enjoyed the sight of her.

The conversation proceeded as usual. Where are you from? How do you like it here? What do you do? At least it was promising that she had engaged in a conversation at all. Most of the women on this beach were very tight-lipped and only gradually opened up after they had seen each other several times and thought they knew each other. But there was usually nothing more than a friendly greeting. Or perhaps a brief conversation about some harmless topic.

It didn’t take long before he knew pretty much everything about her. At least what mattered to him. He had been right. She worked in some office in some insignificant town in MacPomm. There had been a long relationship, but now she was single and had just moved back into her own apartment. She didn’t seem to be particularly well-off and lived in a small apartment in the cheaper part of town. She was surprised when she heard that he had been living here for a few years. „I’m a freelancer and work over the internet. I can work anywhere in the world and I’ve just decided to work where others go on vacation.“ She seemed to like that and he felt a certain admiration for her from then on.

No, she hadn’t yet visited any of the recommended restaurants here. She had only been here for two days and had so far stuck to a fast food restaurant where they served good fish that you could pick up yourself from the counter and eat outside on rough wooden tables. So he made a pretext to get away from her, called his favorite restaurant and reserved a table. Of course they had something free. After all, he was a regular.

When she later made preparations to leave the beach, he acted as if he was just about to leave too. So they strolled past the beach chairs together towards the promenade and he invited her to dinner. She seemed really happy about it. So he gave her directions to his favorite restaurant and gave her an hour to freshen up.

That evening, they took a long walk along the promenade. They had a late drink in a hotel bar and he sported the perfect gentleman by accompanying her to her front door. Yes, there was a first kiss and yes, he was quite sure he would see her again. Tomorrow, because he had invited her on a little tour to show her the area.

Women love convertibles, even if nobody knows why. They also love well-off men who radiate success and cosmopolitanism. They simply need a man they can look up to, who stands above them and inspires respect. Something inside them shuts down when this man crosses their path. Their thoughts turn into dreams. Their whole body switches to standby mode. Restraint and caution are blown away. You become a female with only one intention: to please him, to turn him on, to win him over.

This time it wasn’t a lightly breathed kiss on indecisive lips when they said goodbye. It was a wet encounter between two tongues in search of each other and a long moment between desire and farewell, the kind that is best celebrated in a car.

„Stay here,“ was all he said. You can’t make the mistake of asking her a question at times like this. You can’t leave a decision up to her. You just have to tell her what to do. And he didn’t want her to open the car door, even if they were outside her house. He wanted her to stay with him without having to decide. Because he wanted to. Because she actually wanted it too. Because he had told her so.

It had been a hot day and they both felt like a shower. So they took a shower. Together. They soaped each other up, explored their bodies with both hands, dried each other off and naturally ended with another intense kiss. This time she met lips that clearly signaled desire. She felt hands that held her firmly in their grip and pressed against him with determination. She felt a cock throbbing against her belly button. She knew that she was desired and was full of desire herself. A man must feel like a man and a woman will react as a woman.

„Let’s have another drink,“ he suggested, bringing the scene to an abrupt end. She hesitantly let go of him. She sensed that she was starting to flow down there, but it is the man who determines the situation and it is the woman who bends to his will. At least that’s what her instinct told her and she turned her back on him to leave the bathroom.

She jerked forward slightly and pressed her lips together as he gave her a loud smack on her bottom and she felt the inevitable burn. It was just a male reaction and she demonstrated that he had the upper hand over her. He just couldn’t help himself, because when he had a female bottom within reach, he just had to hit it. Not hard enough to hurt. But in such a way that she could feel it and classify it as playful behavior. If she had protested now, the evening would have been over. But something told him that wasn’t going to happen.

„We can go out onto the terrace. We’ll be safe from prying eyes there. Shall I get you a white wine?“ His words immediately made her forget that he had just hit her. Yes, he had hit her, because it was much more than a light slap. Her right buttock was still burning and she rubbed it with both hands to relieve the pain. Irritation began to spread through her mind, but the memory of his strong hands, with which he had literally taken possession of her, soon dominated her thoughts again, or what she thought they were.

Somehow she felt it was inappropriate to put her dress back on. It was only a light summer dress, but it was now sweaty and would certainly no longer feel comfortable. So she stayed naked. He was used to seeing her naked anyway, and the gradual onset of darkness had done little to cool her down. So she looked around his spacious penthouse apartment, examined his book collection and admired the masculine-looking black leather armchairs, which certainly hadn’t been cheap.
He approached her from behind. His arms encircled him. He held a glass of wine in both hands and invited her to take one. She turned to face him. They looked into each other’s eyes. Two glasses touched, clinking slightly, and they walked arm in arm towards the terrace, where they could really be undisturbed and two naked people wouldn’t attract any unwanted glances. They stepped up to the balcony parapet and only now did she realize that from here they had a wonderful view far out to sea. She had found a man with a penthouse apartment right on the beach and he actually seemed to be interested in a simple office worker like her. Yes, he even seemed to have a desire for her. His penis was now dangling between his legs like yesterday afternoon on the beach. But she had felt his hardness and that was an unmistakable sign.

Of course they ended up in his bed after nightfall. Of course he licked and kissed her pussy until she couldn’t stand it any longer and, after a long period of abstinence, experienced a real orgasm again. Of course he penetrated her after she was more than ready to take his cock inside her. Of course he fucked her until she threatened to come again. And he took her from behind with powerful thrusts after he had told her to turn onto her stomach and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up to him. In her emotional frenzy, she no longer noticed that he gave her several powerful blows on her bottom, which reacted with a strong vibration. She also no longer noticed that both hands were slapping her flanks as if they were trying to drive a mare to peak performance, while she was all woman and screamed her lust unrestrainedly into the night.

The next morning, only a slight reddening was still visible from his attack, which he noticed with a grin, while she knew nothing about it, as there was no mirror in his house where she could have looked at herself from behind.

He ordered her to pack up her things and move in with him. Yes, he did, because he had simply told her. He hadn’t asked her opinion, but had driven her to her modest vacation home and loaded her suitcase into his convertible. He had handed the keys in to the rental agency himself, as she would no longer need them. He was a man and he had created facts. She was a woman and had not contradicted him. She knew instinctively that she had to submit to him if she wanted to be more than a vacation acquaintance for him. He was a man who obviously knew exactly what he wanted. And he had chosen her out of all the tourists.

She had booked three weeks‘ vacation but actually only a week’s vacation here on the coast. But he only let her go when she urgently needed to get back to work. And he made it clear to her that he was going to change her life fundamentally. So she knew she had to quit her job, even if it was anything but easy to find a new one. But she now lived in the certainty that she would no longer be dependent on such a trivial desk job in the future. After all, she had her husband. He was a few years older than her. But he had chosen her. He had taken possession of her. He had taken control of her life and she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

He was serious about her. Damn serious, in fact. He made it clear to her that she would be a permanent part of his life from now on. He made her fill all the empty cupboards with her things, which he had kept free especially for the woman he would one day fall in love with. And he familiarized her with the rules that applied in this house and that she would have to follow from now on.

Yes, there were rules and he was the one who set them. He had his fixed habits and she had to follow them. Because he saw her not only as a woman for love, but also as a housewife for his own personal comfort. He would make sure that she was well and wanted for nothing. She would wear beautiful clothes and dine in the best restaurants. But he also expected her to be there for him. And he made it clear to her that from now on her body belonged to him and that he alone would dispose of it as he wished and whenever he felt like it. A desire that did not frighten her at all. After all, so far he had not only proved to be a stormy lover who knew how to take her both gently and vigorously. In the short time they had known each other, he had given her more orgasms than she had ever experienced. He was also the man and had taken responsibility for her. From now on, she was his wife and owed him obedience.

But where obedience is required, punishment is not far away and he had made it clear to her what would befall her if she did not follow his instructions. He had never said it, but she had had the painful experience of how a man of principle deals with a woman who defies his will.

All it had taken was a backtalk. A seemingly harmless situation in which she had ignored his request.

He always expressed his orders in the form of a request. But she should have known that his wish was like an order and that she had no right to oppose it.

His reaction followed without hesitation. With a flick of his wrist, he had grabbed her and laid her across the table. Her skirt was flipped up and her delicate panties made an ugly noise before landing in a corner as a useless scrap of fabric. She had already received repeated warning slaps from him, but this time he meant business. He had big hands and his right hand reached out again and again to work her buttocks with loud slapping blows. She screamed and shrieked. But he only stopped when her entire lower body was a sea of burning flames and she just whimpered softly and begged for forgiveness.

He let go of her, dragged her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Then he closed the door and turned the key. He had chastised her like a little girl and she lay on the bed for a long time, sobbing and licking her wounds. But she also had an experience that confused and soothed her. When the burning pain had gradually turned into a steady heat, she felt the need to stroke herself. She lay down on her stomach. Her hands moved down and she rubbed herself until she began to flow and gentle waves of pleasure flooded through her body. She felt humiliated, but she knew that she longed for her husband and had to admit to herself that he had rightly punished her.

She hadn’t noticed that the bedroom door had opened again. She only saw that he was suddenly standing in the room looking down at her. She flinched and a feeling of deep frustration gripped her body as she abruptly stopped pleasuring herself.

He didn’t say a word. He simply climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and grabbed her by the hips, as he had always liked to do when he wanted to take her from behind. He contentedly enjoyed the sight of her red buttocks, which would probably remind her of her spanking for a few more hours. He opened his pants and freed his already clearly responsive cock. He penetrated her and worked her with energetic pumping movements to finish what she had started with her playing fingers. He fucked her hard, squirting into her with violent spasms and finally rolled to the side with her, falling asleep in her arms, satisfied and exhausted.

It was the next morning when he introduced her to another aspect of her future life. Immediately after breakfast together, he had shown her a short leather strap. An instrument that was probably new to her, but one that every woman in faraway England knew all too well. It was a tawse with two tongues at the front end and a beautifully decorated wooden handle at the other.

„I want you to bring it into the bedroom. Place it clearly visible on your bedside table. From now on, it should remind you of what you will feel if you ever rise up against me again. After all, you are no longer a child and have long outgrown the time to be spanked.“

She was his wife. She wanted to stay that way. And she now knew what the price was.