We were headed to Maui, where a beach cottage was rented for a week; Mistress Misty used my credit card to pay for it.

My ass was a bit sore from the many many thwaps I received from Mistress's whip on the plane.

To my amazement the cottage was right near the beach; how convenient I thought. It had a living room, kitchen, dining room, bedroom and a bathroom. It also had bondage equipment set up in a rustic setting: a spanking bench, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St Andrews Cross, a rack, a wheel and various torture devices scattered around the living room. This would be a fun week, I thought. Mistress's eyes darted from one thing to another, trying to decide which one to use on me.

But first, I had to unload my ex-wife's luggage from the taxi that got us here from the airport. Naturally I had to give the driver his oral payment. He drove away smiling.

Once I had put away all her clothes in the drawers, Mistress pointed to the spanking horse. Pulling my red panties off, I draped myself over it. "You always had a great ass, slave!" She taunted as she rubbed he paddle around and round. "This is that wooden one you detest, but you don't have a choice, slave! See how shiny it is, made of solid oak; it'll make your ass the same color as your panties."

The first one had me gripping the sides of the wooden horse, then again and again and again, the swats landed with authority. By the time she reached ten I was howling. "Come on you pain-slut take your spanking like a man, not like a fucking wimp!" She has never given me a safe word, they're for wimps.

My ass felt like it was on fire when she finally stopped.

"Let's go out to the beach, even tho its a nude beach you better wear your panties, can't have you getting your dick sunburned." She said with a laugh. "We've got all week to use the rest of this."