The fourth day
He woke from his sleep with less of a headache than he would have expected and saw that she was walking around the balcony naked again, a small towel draped around her neck that every now and again she would take an end and dry the ends of short blonde hair. She leaned over the railing in the same place that he had before, her still red bottom pointing directly at him, and her pussy shiny wet. She was obviously trying to inspire him, and he was pleased that he'd woken with an erection. He rolled from the bed, stood and pushing his sliding door open walked quietly forward and stepping up behind her, wrapping an arm around her and grasping her tits, dropping his waist so that he could level his cock between her legs and it was quite simple to push into her wet pussy.
"Oh my... oooooh! Well good morning Mr Daniels!" she said, feeling herself lifted and his cock pushing up hard into her pussy that she had already lubricated knowing that this was going to happen. He grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her off of her feet fucking hard. She held tight to the railing to offer some resistance to his efforts and settled down to enjoy it.
After a few moments he lowered her feet to the deck and reached under her for her tits grabbing them whole, and found her hard nipples with his palms moving them to thumb and forefinger to pinch both, nipping and twisting nastily and was happy with the hissed, sharp cry he got in response.
He fucked her pleasantly and thought about the other stuff she had talked about. He leaned slightly backwards and looked down at his slick penis, shiny with lubricant and with a smile rubbed his thumb across the slickness, then pushed it into her pussy pressing down on his cock hoping it would make his large cock rub against her G-spot. Her cry let him know that it wasn't all bad and he fucked hard again using his other hand to grab her swing tit. She hissed and cried to another orgasm,
"Arrrgh," she panted, "you're fucking doing it again!" She thudded her hips back on him angrily, "BASTARD!" she cried out as she came, her arched back sheened in the last of her shower water, the generating body heat doing for this.
Once he was sure she'd come he pulled out, spun her round and pushed her down to her knees on the wooden deck just in time to pump his cock a couple of times and shoot long strings of his semen across her red face and into her hair before grabbing her chin and forcing his still twitching, pumping lubed cock between her lips. She took over the masturbation and she wanked him he noticed that the little finger of her left hand had the tip missing, and he thought nothing of it, being so impressed when she lowered her mouth onto his penis and sucked and licked like nothing he'd ever encountered before.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, he guessed enjoying his power over her.
"Bastard!" she said wiping at the semen stuck to her face.
"I beg your pardon Mrs Booth?"
"I've just had a shower and I'll have to wash my hair all over again now you spunked into it," she hissed.
He grabbed her tits, pulling her up by them and moving her to the railings once again and with a single hand in the small of her back pushed her down. His right hand delivered three quick hard spanks onto her arse and she flinched.
"Count them!" he snarled giving a resounding crack that seemed to got across the narrowed passage of the Rhine.
"Three..." she gasped.
"That was actually four, now we'll have to start again..." he said casually, pulling his arm back to give another hard smack on her soft, reddening buttock flesh.
"One..." she said, knowing that she had more to come.
After another couple of false starts he delivered his seventeenth hard stinging smack on her bottom.
"OK, stand up straight Mrs Booth," he said. She did so, her face down and not making eye contact with him. "Right," he said thinking back to the porn story he'd read a few nights before, "I want you to kneel in the corner there and think about what you've done -" she dipped and knelt shuffling forward and he pushed her until her nose was touching the glass of her bedroom window. "Now!" he leaned down, "you will NOT show me disrespect when I've gone to the trouble of fucking that unworthy pussy of yours and deigned to come all over your face," she looked down, her shrugged shoulders dropping a touch lower in her shame, perhaps she had read the same kind of story, "you can wipe most of my come off of your face and hair but I INSIST there is a tiny bit on show when we go down for breakfast. If you disobey me, I will take my belt off to you, OK?"
"Yes Mr Daniels..." she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Just make sure you continue to listen, or your bottom will know all about it."
He went back into his bathroom and had a leisurely shower washing all traces of Mrs Booth from him. He drank the tea he'd made before his shower then dressed, stepping out onto the balcony. She was still there knelt down her nose pressing against the glass, her red arse fading down to a bright pink. He was really surprised, she WAS taking this seriously!
"You're still there Mrs Booth, well done."
"Thank you Mr Daniels, I didn't want to disobey you again."
"OK, get dressed, and remember If I don't see any of my come on your face or hair your fat arse will know all about it, OK!"
"Yes Mr Daniels."
She stood and walked back into her bedroom.
In the restaurant over breakfast he saw that she had indeed washed her hair and for that he owed her, his semen was nowhere to be seen and he had the funniest feeling that it was a challenge to him and what he was going to do next.
He went back to his room and got out his laptop and more research for his book. The rest of the group were on another day trip and he stayed on board, now quite into the work he was doing.
He had another dockside lunch this time with the Bead-Smith's who'd had quite enough walking this early on in the trip. They made their way down the gangway and into another Rhineland town and he was pleased to introduce his dinner table neighbours to bratwurst and curry ketchup, fries and mayonnaise, and beer. Both were totally taken with the concept and he explained to them what Schnellimbiss meant.
Back on board he turned down a drink at the bar with the Bead-Smith's and headed back to his room and his laptop.
Three hours later there was the sound of feet and happy voices which let him know that the touring group was back which probably meant that Mrs Booth would be walking into his room naked soon. He listened to her recording again, and particularly heard 'tie me up, tie me down'; He looked around his room, what on earth could he tie her up with? He had a couple of ties with him but they were both favourites of his, especially the navy and burgundy Lonsdale College one he'd been given by one of his lecturers at Lancaster University. It had a place in his heart and no way was he tying that mad bitch up with it.
He thought about her various dressing gowns and robes and that they all had belts on; that would do it. He was quite pleased when almost without him noticing the time passing, the dinner reminder flashed on the screen without an appearance from Mrs Booth.
It was smart casual again and he was at the bar sipping a cold beer chatting with his friend the barman who was introducing the pils drinker to the concept of European Dark beers; Alt, and his first one was going down very nicely.
Mrs Booth appeared in a dark dress, showing off her cleavage and smiled at him. His idea of early that day popped back into his head and he made excuses and ran back to his room, going from his balcony through her unlocked glass balcony doors to start his dastardly plan for tonight.
He got back to his table just in time and enjoyed the most fantastic coated chicken that left him wanting more of it. The sorbets that followed were perfect to take out the remaining heat from the coating, all washed down with his next 'schwarzbier' - a stout-like dark beer that he was greatly impressed with.
The Bead-Smiths were away playing cards with another couple which enabled Mrs Booth to unbutton her dress and get her tits out again, their table being in one of the darker corners, her seat facing away from the centre of the room.
