Their vacation continues wonderfully, Donald and Emma have fun on the beach, by and in the pool at the beach house, and exploring the area.  Two days later, in the early afternoon, after playing in the pool for a while Donald and Emma are just lying soaking in the sun.  Of course, they are both naked here where no one can see them.

Emma begins to feel rather warm and gets up and goes into the house to get something cool to drink.  And then this imp in her takes over to change the course of the whole afternoon.

When she opens the freezer for some ice, she sees some ice packs used for the cooler laying there.  Each is flat and about six- or eight inches square.  She is so warm right now, and this new desire overtakes her.  She takes two of the pack to the bathroom with her, forgetting about anything to drink.

She searches and finds the premade enemas Donald bought for them to use one night together for some anal fun, and she realizes that she wants that now, but more.

She shakes two of the bottles and presses them up in her to fill her.  Then placing the ice packs on the seat of the toilet she sits on them.  They are so cold.  Her ass wiggles from them, but they are giving this sensation which is ricocheting through every nerve in her body.  As she feels the contents of her intestines churning as the enema does its magic, the cold she can tell is reddening her ass. 

It is such a derelict arousal she is feeling run through her.  She sits like this for over twenty minutes just moaning with the exquisite pain and pleasure running through her.

Meanwhile, Donald is beginning to wonder where Emma has gone.  He gets up and goes into the beach house searching for her.

Suddenly, Emma sees him standing in the bathroom door looking at her as he hears her loud sighs and whimpers.  She hangs her head some, and he realizes what game she is now entering.  And as he does, he takes in the whole picture.

The empty enema bottles, the ice packs under her.  Where did she come up with this idea for a sensual delight for herself?

Taking the role he knows she wants him to play, Donald speaks sternly, “Emma what are you doing?  You know you are not to use the enemas unless we agree together, and now you have wasted two of them.”

Emma loves this response, as it is playing into the naughty girl fantasy which started when she looked into the freezer.  But at the same time, she needs to lift the toilet seat very soon and release herself.

She looks at Donald mischiefly and stammers, “I…I…just felt I needed to empty myself, which is going to happen very soon.”  She stands, drops the ice packs to the floor as she lifts the seat.

Donald, seeing how red her bottom is from the ice, feels his cock twitching and starting to rise some.  This is so intriguing and something he never would have thought of.  He watches as Emma quickly plops on to the toilet and all is released from her.  Her sighs of relief as all empties from her tells Donald she is feeling this in a very sensual way.

Donald wants to take her to the peak for this game she has started.  When he can tell she has emptied all that she can now, he walks to the toilet and flushes it.

Again, in a fake stern voice, Donald tells her, “Young lady, this bad behavior will be dealt with shortly, but I think right now since you wasted two of the four, we might as well use them all up and make sure you are fully internally rinsed.  Bend over the counter and wait, I will be right back to continue this.”

Emma with a sly smile on her lips quickly does as he says.  Donald picks up the ice packs and leaves for a minute.  Emma moans to herself as she bends and waits over the counter; she was enjoying the sensation of the cold packs on her ass. Them making her cheeks red, chilled and a bit damp.

She hears Donald moving around and wonders what he is doing.  She can tell he is putting things down in the bedroom just outside the bathroom and then he comes through the door.  Donald walks to the toilet and puts the seat down again, and places two new  ice packs on it.

Emma can feel her stomach flipping thinking that he does understand this and what is ahead for her.

Donald comes and stands beside her, opening and shaking one of the enema bottles.  Sitting on the stool there, he puts a little lube on the head and tells Emma to lay over his lap.  She does as told.

“Laying this way for a few minutes first as we put this in you will help it move up deeper in you,” he tells her.  He begins to squeeze the bottle to let all the fluid enter her.  Then he does the same with the last bottle.  After he does, he rubs her red ass cheek as he has her stay in this position for ten minutes.

When the time is up, he tells her to sit on the toilet seat but smacks both cheeks a few times before she does.

The sting of the spanks heating her bottom makes sitting on the icy packs even more intense.  It feels like the fireworks they watched the other night are exploding inside her, sending their fiery streams through her whole body.  Though it is so cold on her ass, there is a heat burning inside her.

And then Donald does something almost to take her over the edge to sublime ecstasy. 

He tells Emma to spread her legs, he reaches and spreads her labia wide open, and places a smaller ice pack against her slit.  Feelings of her freezing slit rush through Emma and she shouts out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.  But it is all pleasure really as she cums for the first time, her body shaking and shuttering.  The fireworks are doing a first finale in her.

Donald tells her to close her legs, and she feels the iciness of the new back in such a delicate place also.  He continues explaining she has to sit this way for the next thirty minutes.  This is going to be hard, as Emma feels the fluids in her working their magic making her feel so close to needing to release.

Donald leaves her again, and she can hear him moving around the bedroom, humming softly to himself.  Him finding her and picking up on this so quickly is better than she could have expected.

Emma is not sure what the devil came over her when she saw the ice bags, but immediately knew today she needed a good spanking and then ass fuck, and she knows Donald understands fully and is going to make sure this happens as much as she needs it.

The ice part, she hopes as she feels the packs numbing her cheeks and now cunt, will add to the sensation of her being spanked.  It feels like a couple of hours, but it is only the thirty minutes when Donald comes back into the bathroom, tells Emma to spread her legs again and he takes that ice pack away.

He has her stand as he removes the other packs from the seat and lifts it. Emma sits on it, and though she does need to release all the fluids in her, being so cold from the ice, it takes a minute to relax to let it all out fully.

When all is fully out of her, Donald has her lean over the counter as he washes her ass, crack and hole thoroughly.  Only then does he speak, again with the sternness in his voice, “Young lady, for your behavior, and sneaking off to do so, you need a good spanking, come along, let’s get started.”  As he takes her by the wrist, and leads her into the bedroom.

Emma sees a straight back chair sitting in front of the dresser which has a hairbrush and leather paddle laying on it.  Donald had never spanked her like this before, always on a couch or bed where she laid across his lap her head and legs supported.  This is going to be good, and she feels her cunt warming so as fluids begin to drip from her glistening her pussy.  Donald notices as she stands waiting for him to direct her.

Now Donald, and Emma, both together and separately have been reading a lot of erotica off their tablets lately.  Especially now on vacation.  Donald, just this morning, read a story which suggested such a wonderful idea for a full and complete spanking.  Perhaps it is a common practice in the spanking world, but it is a new idea to him.  It is too bad with all the stories he has read lately he can’t remember which one suggested it.  But from it, the idea, next to the hairbrush and paddle is a water squirt bottle.

Emma wonders what that is doing there but does not think much about it.

Donald sits on the chair and tells Emma to come to his right side and bend over.  They are both still naked.  Emma does as commanded.  She is a little wobblily get settled on his lap, her head hanging down on one side, with her hands holding on to the floor for support, her feet barely reaching the ground, actually only on tiptoes, on the other side.

Donald moves her some on his lap to get her in a good position with her ass raised a bit. “Now Emma, you know why you are getting this spanking don’t you?”

Emma in the position she is in, with blood rushing to her head, just meekly replies that she does.

After rubbing her cheeks some like Donald always does before he begins, the feeling of his warm hands over her frozen ass is rather nice, and she feels herself begin to drip again.

But then a difference comes into play.

She feels the water being sprayed over her ass cheeks, not a lot, more of just a mist.  She wonders what is going on, but then suddenly understands.  Her ass is now so tender from the ice packs, the spritz of water on her cheeks will make each spank sting even more — what an idea.

Emma waits to see if this adds to or takes away from being spanked.  She does not have long to wait.

SPANK! The first of the hand spanks lands on her left cheek.  Followed by a SPANK on her right cheek.

Between the numbness from the ice, and the sprinkle of water to sensitize her ass the sting of each spank is electrifying.  It adds to the sting of the spank but does send rushes running through her.

Donald continues to spank her a number of times. 

Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.

Back and forth over and around each cheek, hitting and warming all of the redness from the ice packs.

He stops, rubs her ass a little, squeezing each cheek as he does, and then spritzes her again and begins afresh. Emma finds herself lifting her feet off the ground kicking and flailing them in response to each spank.  Bracing herself with her hands and arms, she does suddenly realize that Donald has such a firm hold with his left arm and hand around her waist holding her tightly in place as he spanks.

Understanding his need to care for her even while he is spanking and punishing her is so endearing to Emma that she begins to let her tears flow.  He is so into the role of him needing to discipline his bad girl right now.  Emma realizes though she has been bad.  Using the enemas today when they were to be saved for a day from now, she did deserve this spanking.  And that opened the floodgates.

Crying and thrashing Emma endures the continued hand spanking, knowing there are still two more rounds to go.

Donald slows and again rubs her ass, the spray bottle is brought into play again, and she feels the back of the hairbrush running gently around her cheeks until in spanks her for the first time.  Then more and more relentlessly back and forth over her cheeks, and upper thighs. 

Emma can feel moving from freezing, to now burning, her ass cheeks are getting a full and complete workout.  She continues to cry and kick her legs.  She can’t explain the feeling of liberation that comes over her as her tears wash away years of confinement and containment.  Each spank awakens her more and more.  The tears are in part from joy, and from release from all she has felt guilty over for so long.

And the sexual arousal she gets from it all, she feels the sting of each spank, but it sends this charge starting at her ass and spreading through her body with each stroke she receives.  She is so into this revelation to herself that she does not notice that Donald is again slowing and rubbing her cheeks.  And then another mist over her so stinging, hot ass, and then she feels the leather paddle against her cheeks.

She cries out as she awakes from her pondering realizing what is about to commence.

As the first strike of the paddle hits her, shudders run through Emma’s body, she feels herself throbbing in her vag, and her back arches as she feels a gigantic orgasm thrash through her.  Donald does not let up on the measured spankings with the paddle come down on her, and in quick secession.

Emma is panting hard between her sobs, and Donald delivers a final ten, places the paddle on the dresser, and lifts and turns Emma, so she is on his lap, her arms around his neck as she sobs and sobs into his shoulder.

He allows her to for a few minutes, and when she calms enough, Donald tells her to kneel on the bed with her legs spread wide.  As Emma assumes her place and position, she sees some condoms and lube laying on the bed next to where she squats.

Donald is going to play out this fantasy of hers fully.

He comes up behind Emma, and she feels the coolness of the lube dripping around her asshole.  She shudders at the feel of it and what is to come.  Donald’s fingers massage the lube around her hole and up in it a bit.

Emma appreciates the finger action first to ready her for what is about to come.

She can hear Donald open a condom pack and the quiet smack as he places one on his tip.  Emma feels like her hearing has amplified in the last few minutes.  Her nerves are raw, and it seems everything is moving in such slow motion when she needs this right now.

She listens as Donald spreading lube all up and down the condom and especially on the glans. 

And then it begins.

She feels the glans against her back hole pressing gently but firmly against her anus.  She feels Donald enter her an inch or so and shudders run through her once again. Deeper and deeper he thrusts into her.  She moans with delight at this decadent pleasure. 

She can hear Donald’s heavy breathing, and from the hardon, she felt under her as he spanked her over the chair makes her realize how much he too has been enjoying this two or three-act play.

Deeper and deeper Donald presses up in her.  His fingers find a way to her vag and spreading her outer lips to get to Emma’s cave to press into it with his fingers, and his thumb against Emma’s clit to rub and wiggle as he slams into her ass over and over.

Donald is panting and breathing as hard as is Emma; both have a red glow over their faces and necks, almost as deep as Emma’s freshly spanked ass.  It isn’t that long before they both can’t contain themselves anymore and each explode into their own climax.  Donald’s seed spews up into Emma’s ass, and she withers into a puddle after screaming out, arching her back, throbbing both her cunt and ass against Donald as she cums spectacularly.

Donald falls on Emma’s back as she collapses him kissing her neck and shoulders murmuring over and over, “Thank you Emma for a wonderful, surprising afternoon.”

When they recover enough, Donald gets wet cloths to clean themselves, and as he does he admires Emma’s still rosy ass.  The combination of the ice packs, water spritzes, and diligent spanking makes her fading away take longer. 

And then wickedness comes over him now.

He goes to the dresser and pulls out a swimsuit – if you could call it that - a skimpy-two-piece bathing suit.  He also grabs a swimsuit for himself.  “Emma put this suit on, we are going to the beach for the last of the sun this afternoon,” he tells her as he steps into his suit.

Emma looks at him quizzically, but steps into the suit.  While not a thong, it is very high cut in the back, showing off a lot of ass.  When Emma glances at her back in the mirror, she sees her rosy ass on almost full display.

‘NO!  Donald would not make her do that would he?’ is all that she can think.  But when he comes back into the room and tells her with a smirking grin on his face it is time to go, he has everything packed; she realizes he is going to make her take the walk of shame.

All the people on the beach will see her ass on display and realize what discipline she just needed.  Her asshole is sore and tender from the onslaught she just went through, and the thought of having to walk her spanked ass through a beach crowd blows her away.

But then, those electric currents run through her once again, and the idea of people watching her walk by and noticing seems like the hottest thing she can do today.  She knows none of these people, nor will she ever see them again.

This extension of her fantasy that Donald has come up with is the wonderful final act of today’s play.  She nods to Donald and walks in front of him out the door and down the path to the beach. 

He carries their beach bag in one hand, and his other is on the small of her back, though occasionally he drops it to squeeze one or the other of her cheeks.

Emma is somewhat disappointed as they reach the beach that there are not that many people there in the late afternoon.  But as she walks by the ones there she wiggles her ass a little to bring attention to herself. 

Donald watchs amused by her antics and the realization that this act of humiliation is rather turning her on.

When they get to a spot, and he lays down their towels, he pulls her close to her and whispers in her ear, “Someone has been a little exhibitionist just now.  Does she need to have her bottom spanked again, and follow-up again when we go back to the beach house?”

Emma’s eyes glistening, smiles at him in an impish way any replies, “Perhaps I do.”

Donald laughs and pulls her onto the towels to kiss and fondle her some behind the big umbrella shading them a little.