Don’t fold your arms or carry the beer in a way that blocks people’s view of your big tits. Do you understand, Eva?”
“Yes, Sir, but please. Can I do something else for you? Something back in our hotel room? I’ll take a whipping with the cane. I’ll take many whippings. Please? Anything.”
Andre was stern with her, “First of all, you are going to receive the cane anyway. That’s for delaying and trying to bargain. So you have a good whipping to look forward to now. And it won’t be only your ass this time. You’re going to get your first taste of being caned on your tits and slut cunt. You won’t enjoy that, I assure you. If you delay longer you’ll get more.
Secondly, trading this experience for something else misses the point of your training. You are going to overcome your preoccupation with what strangers are thinking of you. You are going to do what brings pleasure to your husband and learn that is all that matters. What other people think is meaningless in our marriage. Whipping you every day for a month won’t teach you that. Walking topless while people stare at you will teach you that what they think doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is whether it makes your husband happy, makes you enjoy being submissive and makes your marriage better. Do you understand, Eva?”
Eva knew she had to do it and she didn’t want any extra with the cane. His threat of strokes to her tits and cunt sent a icy chill though her. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. You’re right…but I’m so scared,” she admitted.
“There’s nothing to it. You just walk down the beach and come back. Now take of your top right now and hand it to me,” Andre said.
“Yes, Sir.” Eva slowly reached behind her back and tugged the string of her bikini. She peeled off her top and her magnificent, full breasts fell into the sunshine. She had distinct tan lines that made her breasts look neon white on a beach full of golden brown bodies. In fact, this was the first time sunlight had ever fallen on her naked breasts. Ever. The sea-breeze ran across her nipples and hardened them into pink bullets. The people seated near her were already stealing looks at her. Her narrow waist, flat stomach and full, natural boobs made her a beacon on the beach.
Andre had a huge grin on his face, “What do you suppose they are looking at, Eva?”
She swallowed hard and said with a whisper, “My big tits, Sir.”
“That’s right, now away you go,” he said, waving his hand toward the beer vendor.
Eva’s head was swimming but she turned and walked toward the ocean then along the beach toward the vendor. As she walked she saw heads turning and heard conversations in several languages go silent. Both men and women were open-mouthed as they saw her walk past. A few younger guys shouted ‘Hola!’ as she went past but Eva only smiled and nodded without saying ‘hello’ back to them. She felt a thousand eyes on her as her boobs jiggled and bounced with every step. She was helpless to stop her show as her heavy orbs of flesh swayed without restraint. The air on her bare skin felt delicious and she realize that despite her massive embarrassment the feeling of freedom was making her fantastically aroused.
The beer vendor saw her coming and looked her up and down as she approached. She asked for two beers, handed him nearly double the price and didn’t wait for her change. As she walked back some people were waiting to surreptitiously snap her photo with cameras and mobile phones. She was mortified but pulled the brim of her large sun hat toward the viewers and relied on that and her large sunglasses to conceal her identity. Besides, nobody who knew her and Andre would ever believe that the half-naked goddess sashaying down the beach with her tits out was shy, repressed Eva.
Andre never took his eyes off her for the duration of her walk. He was all smiles as she walked up to their loungers and handed him his cold beer. They toasted bottles and
“Yes, Sir, but please. Can I do something else for you? Something back in our hotel room? I’ll take a whipping with the cane. I’ll take many whippings. Please? Anything.”
Andre was stern with her, “First of all, you are going to receive the cane anyway. That’s for delaying and trying to bargain. So you have a good whipping to look forward to now. And it won’t be only your ass this time. You’re going to get your first taste of being caned on your tits and slut cunt. You won’t enjoy that, I assure you. If you delay longer you’ll get more.
Secondly, trading this experience for something else misses the point of your training. You are going to overcome your preoccupation with what strangers are thinking of you. You are going to do what brings pleasure to your husband and learn that is all that matters. What other people think is meaningless in our marriage. Whipping you every day for a month won’t teach you that. Walking topless while people stare at you will teach you that what they think doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is whether it makes your husband happy, makes you enjoy being submissive and makes your marriage better. Do you understand, Eva?”
Eva knew she had to do it and she didn’t want any extra with the cane. His threat of strokes to her tits and cunt sent a icy chill though her. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. You’re right…but I’m so scared,” she admitted.
“There’s nothing to it. You just walk down the beach and come back. Now take of your top right now and hand it to me,” Andre said.
“Yes, Sir.” Eva slowly reached behind her back and tugged the string of her bikini. She peeled off her top and her magnificent, full breasts fell into the sunshine. She had distinct tan lines that made her breasts look neon white on a beach full of golden brown bodies. In fact, this was the first time sunlight had ever fallen on her naked breasts. Ever. The sea-breeze ran across her nipples and hardened them into pink bullets. The people seated near her were already stealing looks at her. Her narrow waist, flat stomach and full, natural boobs made her a beacon on the beach.
Andre had a huge grin on his face, “What do you suppose they are looking at, Eva?”
She swallowed hard and said with a whisper, “My big tits, Sir.”
“That’s right, now away you go,” he said, waving his hand toward the beer vendor.
Eva’s head was swimming but she turned and walked toward the ocean then along the beach toward the vendor. As she walked she saw heads turning and heard conversations in several languages go silent. Both men and women were open-mouthed as they saw her walk past. A few younger guys shouted ‘Hola!’ as she went past but Eva only smiled and nodded without saying ‘hello’ back to them. She felt a thousand eyes on her as her boobs jiggled and bounced with every step. She was helpless to stop her show as her heavy orbs of flesh swayed without restraint. The air on her bare skin felt delicious and she realize that despite her massive embarrassment the feeling of freedom was making her fantastically aroused.
The beer vendor saw her coming and looked her up and down as she approached. She asked for two beers, handed him nearly double the price and didn’t wait for her change. As she walked back some people were waiting to surreptitiously snap her photo with cameras and mobile phones. She was mortified but pulled the brim of her large sun hat toward the viewers and relied on that and her large sunglasses to conceal her identity. Besides, nobody who knew her and Andre would ever believe that the half-naked goddess sashaying down the beach with her tits out was shy, repressed Eva.
Andre never took his eyes off her for the duration of her walk. He was all smiles as she walked up to their loungers and handed him his cold beer. They toasted bottles and
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