I was never a fan of men in Speedos when I went to the beach, not exactly sure why but perhaps it was the side peeks you would get as they moved, seeing the pubic hair sticking out from along the edges, but it was just never appealing by far, and my husband knew it, he knew I didn't prefer them, and in public no less.
"Why the fuck are you wearing those?" I asked in a huff using a very direct voice, as he looked me over standing there in a tiny bikini that covered enough to leave one wondering why his suit showed more than mine as it looked two sizes to small. It made me embarrassed to be on the semi private beach with him. I was thanking god that it was early enough in the day that no one else had arrived yet for the weekend fun.
"I figured since you were wearing that tiny thing to get a tan, why should I have to wear long ass baggy swimming trunks?" he asked.
I ignored his answer and laid out the beach blanket and got comfortable, laying back and looking to him as I let out a soft playful purr, crooking my finger to him in hopes he'd fall for it and come snuggle with me.
It was a trick I used often to get him to come closer when I feel in a dominate mood, one that he knows happens from time to time when he annoys me by doing something that will piss me off.
As always Charlie fell for it. As he bent down to lay aside me, I grabbed him by the balls and pulled him quickly over my lap. "Hey!" he yelled out to me. "What the hell do you think you're doing Grace? Let me up, we're in public and there is a time and place for this shit and it sure isn't here and now!"
"Well Charlie if you're going to wear that god awful thing in public when you know I hate them, and men in them, you need punished. If you wish to have your ass hanging out and the head of your cock poking out the side to temp other's, I'm going to make sure next time we come to the beach you'll think twice about wearing it with me."
I wasn't a weak female; I had a toned body and worked out daily, I had strength in my upper arms as well as the rest of me. I tugged down his offending swimsuit and just started wailing his ass, smack after smack, I hit him and it wasn't those little soft love taps either.
I was making sure that my point was made and he understood what would happen to him if he did it again only worse.
Charlie's tight little ass cheeks were turning the most wonderful shade of crimson beneath my slapping hand. It was probably the major bitch in me, but I discovered that I was getting off on beating his ass red and sore out in public. The whole crotch of my bathing suit bottoms was soaked with my oozing cunt juice.
Charlie whimpered and cried out like a little girl as he felt the burning sting from my hand as it continued. He never even tried to fight it, oh he squirmed a bit over my lap but never fought me about it, and he pushed his ass up and took each hard flesh to flesh smack.
Charlie was accepting his punishment because he knew he deserved it for his actions, for wearing that out in public when told not to. Then, I felt his rigid cock against my upper thighs, and realized he was becoming excited from the public spanking, which for Charlie was rare. Public displays were not his thing, they were more mine.
Even when we did nut and bolt parties when we swing with other's Charlie is the guy that stays dressed or at least in his pants or boxers, and takes his screw to another room for privacy. Since he seemed to enjoy it, I turned it up a notch and began to smack his ass one after another as hard as I could as he reared up for more as grunts and groans released from his lips.
I could feel his cock begin to twist and thrust like it was trying to dig a hole straight into my thigh or my navel depending on which way he squirmed on my lap. Charlie was really turning me on with his new fondness of public display. And the more he squirmed and groaned the more turned on I got.
Looking around I thanked god we were still alone, because if he got any harder and I got any wetter we would have been fucking right then and there, which was still a good possibility to come. I prepared for it as I inched off my bikini bottoms from underneath his punished glowing red ass.
Charlie could feel what was happening, he knew what I had in mind, as he turned to me with an impish snicker on his face and spoke up, "I see my Mistress got turned on by smacking her little bad boy in public."
I whacked his ass hard a few more times as I glared at him, "Don't be a fucking smartass you little dick." I said with a direct firmness in my voice.
Feeling like a hard fuck I decided to take advantage of the stiff prick my boyfriend was supporting between his muscular thighs. Stretching out on the beach blanket, I yanked him on top of me and felt the tip of his mushroom-shaped cap between my parted cunt lips.
He shifted just right so that he could glide the head within my wet slick, heavily throbbing cunt lips, and I pivoted my hips just at the right angle to welcome that cock of his home.