I smiled at her, took a quick breath and dove into the pool. My hands broke the water, then I felt the cool water rush up my arms and toward my face. Instinctively my eyes closed. The water continued to engulf me. My body slowed down and I for a few moments, I floated almost weightlessly; quiet and peaceful. The air bubbles around my body slowly faded away and I sank to the bottom of the pool until my left shoulder brushed against the tile. I pushed off and opened my eyes just in time to see my pet jump into the water. She wasn't quite as elegant as me, but for someone who just months ago was terrified of the water, she had made impressive progress.
With a few quick strokes I got closer and emerged from the water right in front of her just when she pulled her bikini top back down.
"I'm sorry, Master," she said in a low but whiny voice.
I brushed the water out of my face and started to laugh. "Well, so much for being decent in public," I said and watched her cover up her boobs. "I can dress you up and take you anywhere but it just breaks my heart to hide those little things."
A hint of red appeared on her cheeks and her eyes darted around the room.
"There is nobody here to listen," I said and smirked. "It's just 6am."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red, then she pulled up the left side of her bikini top and flashed me her boob again. Her nipple was rock hard.
"Nice," I said but before she had a chance to respond, I went under again.
I put arms on the edge of the pool and gazed across the pool at her frightened face.
"Come on," I said. "It's just 6 foot."
She shook her head so vigorously that I had to fight not to laugh.
"I'll be right here," I said. I kept my voice calm and steady and gave her my most confident smile. The water was hiding how hard my heart was beating and I knew I was going to get her past her irrational fear. "I'll make sure you're save."
Again she shook her head, a little less violently, as if she was trying to tell me that I was wearing her down her resistance.
"Alright," I said and pushed off. "I'll be right here, at the 5 foot marker where I can stand. Come here." I lifted my arms out of the water to proof that I had solid ground under my feet.
For a few seconds she just looked at me and I could tell how much she was struggling with herself; the expression on her face changed so quickly it almost looked like she was grimacing.
I waited for a minute but when I still didn't see an improvement in her demeanor, I decided to put her in her place.
"Now, slave," I said loudly.
Her eyes opened wider and her whole body froze. Omitting any affectionate address and just pointing out her proper place did exactly what I had intended.
"Now," I said, giving my voice a more generous tone again.
She started to shake her head but moments later she leaned forward and started to swim.
"That's a good girl," I said.
Her motions were clunky but it didn't matter. I had won. She had won.
With the slow strokes like I had taught her, my girl swam closer until my fingers brushed against her arm. A smile flashed over her face but then her body jerked and the smile was replaced by an expression of pure horror. Maybe it was my touch, maybe someone walking by. I couldn't tell and at that moment it didn't matter. As quickly as my arms would move I reached out for her, grabbed both her arms and pulled her into a safe embrace.
"Good girl," I whispered and folded my arms around her.
She was shivering, again or still, and her arms grabbed me with force of a strangling python.
"Good girl," I repeated and started to inch my way backward to the edge of the pool.
Soon only the tips of my toes still touched the ground but I anyway managed to reach the edge without swallowing water.
"Good girl," I said a third time and slowly turned until her back was pressed against the green tile. I expected her to grab onto the edge but instead her grip on my body only tightened.
Immediately I changed my plans.
"There is nothing to worry about," I said quietly and pushed off the edge again. The weight of her body quickly pushed me under but even with my face covered with water, I managed to keep her steady. It didn't make her relax but at least her panic didn't seem to grow any further.
Slowly we drifted toward the shallow end of the pool. When my feet touched the bottom again, I stood up and waded toward the edge with her still latched onto me.
"You can let go now," I said when we were just a few steps away from the edge. Her small body wasn't that heavy but I wanted to get her to relax before anyone else joined us in the pool area. Other hotel guests had already started to appear; most of them heading for to breakfast, others just grabbing a newspaper from the table on the other side of the glass wall.
"It's alright," I whispered and gave her a gentle kiss. Her shivering had already slowed and when your lips parted, she nodded and let me out of her embrace.
"See, nothing to worry about," I said and gave my most generous smile. "I promised to make sure you'll be fine and I kept my word."
She nodded and shyly returned my smile. Her mouth opened but then she closed it again without saying a single word.
"Then lets go upstairs," I said. We kissed one more time, then I took her hand in mine. I squeezed her hand gently as we got out of the pool and walked over to our shirts and shoes. Quickly I dried off and put on my shirt, then I looked my girl. She had turned away from me and was wiggling her rear suggestively as she was bent over, drying her legs.
She had recovered surprisingly quickly.
The elevator doors had barely closed behind us when she dropped to her knees and pulled aside my swimsuit.
"Thank you for rescuing me, Master," she said and moments later all of my soft cock disappeared between her lips. For a split second I thought about punishing her for not asking permission, but when her tongue started to circle to head of my cock, I let it go. She was good, really good. I closed my eyes and began to moan but then the elevator suddenly jerked to a stop and the door started to open.
My girl spun around and started to straighten up at the same time.
"Oh, that startled me," she said and smiled at the woman that was now standing in front of us. She was in her early thirties, well dressed. I smiled at her and moved out of the way as she stepped inside. She smelled heavy of perfume but it was a pleasant flowery scent.
"Six please," the woman said.
Without an answer my girl pushed the button for the 6th floor, then she backed up toward me. Her butt pressed against my crotch and I just couldn't help myself anymore. Without warning I slid my hand into her bikini bottom. For a moment she tensed up but then she remembered what I had taught her and she pushed her hips back against me. My fingers slid between her buttocks and without hesitation I thrusted two of my fingers deep into her rear. I could hear her inhale sharply but then she stood there perfectly still, squeezing my fingers with her muscles.
It seemed like forever until the elevator reached the 6th floor. Without turning around, the woman stepped outside but I decided to not let my girl off so easily.
"Good save," I said out loudly before the elevator doors even started to close. "She'll never know you were giving me a blowjob."
My girl's anus clamped down on my fingers so hard I was afraid they were going to break but when the other woman started to turn, I forgot all about the pain. The woman's face was stern, almost angry, but when the doors began to close, she suddenly smiled.
"Oh, I already knew," she said with an almost motherly voice. "You're lucky to have each other."
I blushed bright red. I had planned to humiliate my girl but that plan thoroughly backfired.
Elevator doors never closed that slowly.
Somehow we made it to our room without me ever taking my hand out of her bikini bottoms. With my free hand I put the do not disturb sign up and then pushed her inside.
"Master," she moaned and as soon as the door fell shut, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, enjoying every moment of it but then I suddenly pushed her away.
"This was very inappropriate," I told her. "Your body is there for my pleasure but you don't have rights to mine. You need to ask permission."
I thought I saw a flicker of anger in her eyes but when I motioned her to turn around, she started to smile again.
"I'm sorry, Master," she said and pushed her rear toward me. Somehow her bikini bottoms had already come off and she was once again wiggling her round behind at me.
"I'll do that later," I said and turned to the sink. Towels, bags of toiletries and the pink, tacked bra she was wearing earlier covered the counter around the sink. I knew my hair brush was somewhere under that mess but when I noticed her styling brush right on top, I stopped looking. It would do. Quickly I pulled the hair out from between the thick plastic bristles, then I turned back to my girl. She still had her rear pushed out but now that she knew what was coming, her buttocks were firmly clenched.
When I was done with the brush, she was breathing heavily and her muscles twitched.
"That's a good girl," I complemented her efforts to remain silent throughout her spanking. Then I took a step backwards and admired my work. Her buttocks were red, but not how I had expected. Instead of a solid, bright red, her skin spotted dark purple.
"That is going to hurt tomorrow," I said.
"Hurt... today...," she moaned between her deep breaths.
I nodded and was about to tell her that I was sure it hurt today too when she showed me that I had misunderstood her.
