"Ugh. Are we there yet?" Vicky moaned.
She and her husband George were half way through their seven and a half hour flight from San Francisco to Aruba for a very overdue vacation. George was a lawyer and Vicky was his legal secretary. He had decided a while ago to eschew the ordinary path to a successful career as an attorney and had instead hung out his own shingle. With his wife at his side, he had built a successful practice for himself, but doing so had been hard work for them both. At long last, with careful scheduling, they managed to set aside three glorious weeks off their schedule and decided to spend it all lounging in the tropical sun, doing absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing...
Unfortunately, the in-flight movie was one they had already seen. George had taken out a deck of cards and was playing solitaire. Vicky was reading the airline magazine, but unfortunately, some bozo had already done the crossword, sudoku and the word search in her copy.
George smiled at her, "well, want to play Poker?"
"How? We don't have any chips."
"Well, why don't we play limit Hold 'Em? We should be able to keep track of the pot with just pencil and paper."
Vicky and George both enjoyed playing poker at the local cardroom back home. Both of them knew that Poker was just not the same when there was nothing at stake. Vicky asked, "What should we play for? I don't want to lose my spending money for the trip."
"Well, how about we play for spanks? We can play one-spank / two-spank limit Hold 'Em."
Vicky's eyes narrowed. "You're on!"
With that, the contest began in earnest. They played hand after hand. Vicky tried her hardest, but after the first hour, George was up by 10. The more they played, the better she got, and she managed to shave his advantage down to 6. Her success excited her and she got bolder, but towards the end of the third hour, she got a bad streak of cards and he racked up a quick 7 making the score 13 in his favor.
George was about to deal again when a bing sounded and the captain announced that they were about to begin their descent and that everything had to be put away. George gathered the cards and put them back in the box and in his pocket and smiled.
"Well, that's it. You owe me 13 spanks."
Vicky felt her stomach do a little flip. She told herself it was turbulence, but she knew better. Turbulence didn't make her pussy feel warm.
"How are you... What are you going to use?"
George put on a wicked grin, "That'll be my surprise. First thing after we're in our room."
Vicky bit her bottom lip.
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They landed and had an uneventful trip through the airport bureaucracy, finally winding up at a cab to the resort. Once they arrived, George checked them in, and they went to their room with a bellhop handling their bags. While George dealt with the bellhop, Vicky walked over to the picture window at the edge of the room and lost herself in the gorgeous beach view - white sand peppered with sunbathers and sparkling blue water.