Janet Owns Me Now Chapter 5

She told me to lie face down on the blanket over Her canvas bag of towels, pull the back of my swimsuit down and wait until She was ready. i lay there in the sun praying that nobody would walk by. Of course, a few minutes later i saw a couple stroll by several yards away, down by the water. J. picked up Her flat leather sandal and whacked my upraised bottom twice. i prayed the sound of the surf drowned out the crack of the sandal, but i dared not look up! She laughed and told me that they looked over, looked away quickly, then turned back- i hoped so. She waited until they walked back up the beach, then straddled my back facing my bottom and went to work with the sandal. Harder and harder She smacked, until i was grasping the blanket with both hands. i bit down on the wool blanket to muffle my cries. Over and over She smacked. Faster and faster until my legs were kicking frantically and i was rolling from side to side under Her.

Finally She stopped, placed the sandal on my back, and ordered me to remain in that position. She walked down into the sea and washed off (my mouth was still deliciously sticky with Her juices), then came back to the blanket. She knelt beside me to check Her handiwork, then got out a jar of zinc oxide and traced something out on my bottom. A 'J' on one cheek, a heart on the other. I lay there in the hot sun, the untanned skin on my bottom slowly burning (and not just from the paddling). Except for the 'J' and the heart. When She was sure i would have a 'nice sunburn', J. let me pull my swimsuit back up and lie at Her feet as She finished Her book.

We packed up and i followed Her (three steps behind) back to the car park. i looked resolutely at the sand as we passed the knot of people on the beach; i was sure everyone was looking at me.

The drive home was increasingly uncomfortable for me, as the sunburn added to the afterglow of my paddling. J. laughed as i shifted around in the seat, wincing at every pothole.

After we had showered- i loved washing Her hair for Her- She bent me over to show me my bottom in the mirror. A blindingly white 'J' on the left, an equally white heart on the right surrounded by a sunburned and paddled redness that would last for days. It was extremely uncomfortable under jeans- She said i walked like a cowboy. i found myself looking forward to the comfort of my slip and panties.