August 2020 Short Story: Oh Yes, the Swimsuit

The winning prompt for August was: "He forgot to pack his swimsuit. Fortunately, she packed a spare. (F/m)"

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons or organizations real or fictional is entirely coincidental. This is fiction.

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The sun streamed down on the entrance to a beachside hotel as Mishima Sarari strolled along the sidewalk wearing a purple polka-dot dress. Her hip length hair swayed lightly in the breeze. She held one end of a leash in her left hand. The other end was connected to the collar of a Shiba Inu, jauntily strutting its way forward. 

As she passed by the entrance to a fancy hotel, she saw a tall guy in a short-sleeved hoodie and short pants pushing some luggage towards the doorway. She smirked, then gave the leash a little wag. Suddenly, her dog was sprinting, and she pretended to stumble off balance. It was a fall that was only broken by the guy and his luggage. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" The impact had happened to put her in a position where she had him pinned to the ground, one hand on his shoulder. 

He flushed and stammered, "N-No I, actually! I'm really fine..."

"Are you sure?" She looked down at him, leaning over in a way that made her cleavage more than a little visible.

"Y-Yes, it's okay! So you can get off me now..." He tried to worm his way away, but her arms were surprisingly sturdy.

"No, really your face is so red. Let me feel your temperature." The girl wormed in a little closer.

Her hand reached out to touch his face, but was stopped just short by a sudden and mighty hand on her wrist. She looked up to see another woman, on the short side and wearing a low-cut grey vest over a light-purple sundress. This woman had short, brown hair and brown eyes. Said eyes seemed to be glaring daggers at her for just a moment, before the woman smiled and said, "Excuse me. I'm not sure what happened here, but would you mind getting your body off my husband?"

"Oh, Calene! This, um, this isn't what it looks like..." Naoru waved his hands in front of him to try and emphasize his point.

The girl's mouth had hung open like a fish's for a moment, but she gathered herself and replied, "Um, sorry miss, we just happened to bump into each other. My dog ran out and-"

Calene sighed and frowned at him, "Yes, yes, Naoru dear, I saw the whole thing happen from inside. We'll talk later." With that, she turned to the younger girl with a more menacing expression, "You can take your dog and your cheap pickup tricks and leave."

The girl practically dashed away, running so fast that her dog struggled to follow. "Why are all the good ones takennnnn~~~??!!"

...

A few minutes later, the two had gathered their luggage and ridden a tight elevator up to their room on the 19th floor. 

Naoru was sweating bullets and staring straight ahead the whole way up. He didn't dare look her in the eye. She hadn't driven the heels of her ornate, spiked sandals into his toes, but the special grip she had on his wrist told him what he needed to know.

Calene didn't say a word, and swiped the card key to open their room. Naoru followed after her, carrying most of the luggage. The room they had reserved was a moderately large one, and it included three luxurious tub chairs with cherry-finished hardwood and ocean-colored cloth cushions, a sofa with the same fabric pattern, a 60" flat-screen TV, a mini fridge, and one very comfortable-looking queen-sized bed. The bathroom was likewise spacious, and included both a shower and a small hot tub.

Once the room door closed, it wasn't long before Calene sighed a frustrated sigh. She plopped down on the nearest chair and turned to him. "You've got twenty seconds to apologize. Make it a good one."

In an instant, he had dropped to the floor, and was now kneeling at her feet. "Queen Calene, your humble servant Naoru must and does deeply apologize for what just happened outside. I know that I'm yours and I should not be letting other people hit on me like that. Feel free to punish me physically, to humiliate me, or to take away whatever you please."

Her left foot rose up off the carpet, and she tapped the spiked heel against his skull. "No, you should not. I'm actually more than a little miffed right now, dear, and that much I think you can tell. We've been over this. I know you're not great with talking to most girls, or surprises, for that matter. But I don't want this to happen again. Are we clear?" She ground the heel in for emphasis.

"Ow... Yes, Queen Calene."

"Good. I'm going to start with physical punishment. You're going to stay like that, and I'll be kicking you at least twenty times, starting right now. I expect you to count each one, and I expect you to say 'I'm sorry' after each count. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Queen Calene. Thank you for taking the time to punish this lowly worm." He rubbed his forehead against the carpet in a gesture of sincerity. She responded by lifting up her foot and dropping it on the crown of his head.

*thwack* "One. I'm sorry!"

She did not smile, raising and dropping her sandal's heel two more times.

*thwack* "Two. I'm sorry!" *thock* "Three. I'm sorry!"

Calene lifted her foot up to one side, and let it swing down in an arc. *thud* "Four. I'm sorry!" 

Her foot swung the other way. She let momentum carry it back, hitting the other side with equal force. *smack* "Five, I'm sorry!"

*tap* *whack* *plunk* Her heel came down vertically with a bit more force each time, pounding his face into the floor. "Six. I'm sorry! Sebben. I'm shorry! Ate. I'b sorry!" His voice was muffled by the carpet.

She rested one foot on his head, putting weight on it to push him down further. *Thud* *Smack* Two more quick, hammer-like thrusts followed. "Nine. I've shorree. Tedng. I'gg sorry."

"Slurring our speech a little, are we? Speak up. I know it's hard for you, but this is important." Her tone seemed to soften for just a moment.

Then the side of her foot made contact with his temple. *whack* "Eleven. I'm sorry!"

*thwack* *thwack* *thwack* This time, it was a series of quick, pointed taps at the same spot she had just kicked. "Twelve. I'm sorry! Thirteen. I'm sorry! Fourteen. I'm sor-"*THUD*"-rAAAAGHH!"

While Naoru had been repeating his rapidfire repentance, she had been winding up for a big one. It hit right in the middle of his last one. He could feel her ice-cold gaze, waiting. "I'm sorry. Fifteen. I'm...sorry..." He was seeing stars. Maintaining his bowed-down posture was the absolute most he could do.

"Yes, that's right. Suffer. You earned this." She drew her feet back, curling up both knees. Her heels were pointed directly at his head, ready to let loose.

Her left leg uncoiled first. *stab* "AH! Sixteen. I'm sorry!" Her right followed soon after. "OW! Seven...teen. I'm sorry!"

"That was neat. Let's try it again." Her knees curled up again, and she released a pair of drill kicks with a slight twisting motion.

*stab* *screw* "Eighteen. I'm...sorry! Nineteen. I'm so sorry!"

She curled both of her legs back and let them both loose in one smooth, vicious motion. *StabJab* "Gah...! Twenty! I'm so, so sorry!"

Naoru lay there for a moment, quivering with pain. Calene looked down, watching silently.

"Oh, but you do look so cute when you're taking punishment." She sighed, went quiet for a moment. 

Naoru lay there on the carpet, head smarting, eagerly awaiting her next words.

"Alright, shitworm. You behaved badly earlier, and you've suffered for it. Now that I've seen you suffer, it's time you start working to make it up to me." She spread her legs and lifted up the hem of her dress. "Worship me."

Naoru almost jumped up, eager for the chance to please his Queen. He only just barely managed his usual recitation, "Queen Calene, your humble servant Naoru gives his deepest thanks for this opportunity to show his devotion."

Calene squirmed slightly, "Hn... I love how your breath hits me when you say that."

It was his turn to grin, slightly. "I bet I can do something else you love." He brought his lips towards hers for a sticky groin kiss.

"Oh. Yes, that's a good start." Her head leaned back slightly.

He let his tongue stretch out, ran it over the folds of her labia. "*Lick*, *lick*."

"Yes. Yes! That's it, dear!" Calene squeezed her eyes shut tight, savoring the moment.

Naoru's tongue wormed around faster, darting in and out. Occasionally, he *slurrrped* a big mouthful of juice.

"OHHH! Yes! That's right, keep going! I'm close!" Her thighs squirmed up and down, pressing in on his head.

He touched her bean with his tongue, fiddling it back and forth for a solid five seconds. And then-

"I'm COMINNNGGGGGG!!!" She screamed as the fruits of her climax sprayed out all over his face.

"*pant*...*pant*...*pant*..." Calene's face burned a dull red. "Oh my, dear, just look at your face. Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll go ahead and handle the rest of our luggage."

Naoru nodded and dragged himself into the bathroom. It took twenty minutes into a cold shower before his own raging erection settled down.

When he finally emerged from the shower, she had already finished putting away their luggage. He quickly changed into the red shirt/blue blazer combo she had laid out for him, then took her hand and escorted her down to the restaurant for dinner. Their meal was a subdued affair. There was occasional conversation about her job at the foreign ministry, the surprisingly dark underbelly of tropical island real estate, and the new rocket set to launch less than twenty miles south of here. When the food arrived and conversation came to a stop, though, he couldn't help looking back at her on occasion. Her sleeveless blouse showed off her toned, blotchy forearms in a very alluring way. She caught him staring once, and he blushed and went back to his crab stew. After dinner, the two got back to their room, undressed, and cuddled under the covers until they drifted off to sleep.

...

The next morning, Naoru was looking through his things in the closet.

"..."

"What's the matter, dear?" Calene leaned over his shoulder with a quizzical expression. She had already changed into a powder-blue one-piece swimsuit that showed a lot of back.

"Did you see my swim trunks while you were unpacking, hon?" He gestured at a pile of clothes he had gone through. "I've been looking, but I can't seem to find them here."

"No, not particularly." She placed one finger on her chin, pondering. "I don't recall seeing anything like a swimsuit, not one you could've worn today. Oh no. You must have forgotten it. At home." Her mouth twisted into a mild frown, but her eyes carried a mischievous glint.

Years of experience told Naoru he would not be looking in the trash can. Or Calene's closet. "...I must have. Yeah."

She clapped her hands together, as if remembering something. "Come to think of it. I did bring a spare swimsuit for you."

She rifled through her closet and came out with a white bikini bottom. It had the words "HE'S TAKEN!" sewn into the rear with black thread. The stitching had clearly done by hand, and rather hastily. The smugness in her grin was matched by the sparkle in her eyes as she proffered it to him.

He sighed. "Thank you, honey. I'm always happy to wear whatever you want." 

Thankfully, the two shared a similar waist size, and the replacement swimsuit was an easy fit. It would be safe to wear on the beach. Probably.

She hugged him cheerfully. "Oh, thank you, dear. You look great!"

"Ready to go get some sun?"

"You bet!" She took his hand, and they walked on out of the hotel room.

...

They carried their stuff onto the somewhat sparse public beach. This was the off-season, so many of the people there were locals. And it was a hot day, one where shade was definitely a plus. There was plenty of space for Naoru to set up a blanket and parasol. Once it was done, they left their stuff and raced each other to the ocean. There was swimming, splashing, snorkeling, and a lot of smiles shared between the two.

After a while, they returned to their blanket. As they were walking back, Calene spotted the dog-walker girl from yesterday out of the corner of her eye. The girl stared back, envious. When they were in the shade, Calene brushed back her saltwater-soaked hair and held her arms out, inviting him in for a hug. Naoru happily dived in, and they twirled around a few times as they shared a passionate embrace, punctuated by a few kisses. She made sure his butt was aimed at the girl for a good portion of the hug.

He didn't mind at all. The scent of her sweat mixed with salty seawater was a heavenly perfume.

After a few minutes, Calene let him go and lay down on her chest. She reached into her bag, took out a bottle of sunscreen, and held it up.

Naoru took the bottle and nodded. "Of course, Calene. You've already worked up a sweat, do you want me to wipe you down first?"

"Actually, yes. That'd be just great." She pulled a small hand towel out of her bag.

"Say no more." He got on one knee behind her, stretched the towel between his hands, then began wiping down her legs. The soft towel quickly soaked up the sweat and salt water, leaving her blotchy skin clean and fresh. Her gulped more than once. Her legs were shapely, and it was hard for him to pry himself away. He would be back with the lotion, though.

Calene didn't say a word as he moved on to her back, though he could tell from the way her breathing slowed down that she was relaxing. Her legs started to shift around a little, back and forth, probably just stretching. 

He had to lean a little further forward to wipe off her arms. Her calves kicked around a little bit.

*bump*

"Um?" Naoru kept going, but there was an unspoken question.

"Are you okay?" Was her response. The unspoken continuation was *...if I keep going?*

"...Yeah." He finished toweling her off, and squirted some lotion out. Her rubbed it around in his hands while she rubbed his crotch through the swimsuit. 

He rubbed the lotion into her arms first, kneading her biceps a little as he went. She twirled her right foot around, deftly tracing the shape of his erection.

Another squirt of lotion, and he was on to her back. His thumbs pushed the tenser muscles around, shifting them back into a more relaxed, natural position. 

"Hn. That's good. Here's some payback." Her toes wiggled as she pushed both feet into his crotch.

Trembling, Naoru squeezed out some more lotion. He started on her thighs first, massaging a little. Slowly. Give her time to do it. Her feet danced up and down, driving him crazy.

He got up to her calves, and now she could only give him one at a time. She made up for the lower numbers with a couple of fierce twists. Naoru bit his lip as he rubbed the lotion into each calf.

"That'll do for now, dear." Calene let her feet down onto the blanket, signalling that their little bonus stage was done.

Naoru's eyes were watery, but he gulped and nodded.

"Aww, you're just adorable. C'mere, you!" Calene rolled over and opened up her arms, inviting him in for another big hug. He happily obliged. They spend the next half hour snuggling softly in the shade.

...

Sarari was still watching from a distance. She glared at them, devouring the handkerchief clutched in her teeth. "Those two need to get a damn room!"

~END~