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“Now I’ll just have to punish you again for disobeying me.”
    The disappointment laced with underlying amusement in his tone wasn’t lost on Sasha. She did want to please him, but it had been so long since she had been with a man, and these experiences were new and so overwhelming that they took total control of her mind and body. It was like being on a fast, out of control roller coaster ride. You knew you should try to get off, but you just couldn’t resist staying on to see where the ride would take you.
    “I know,” she sighed. “But could we wait a little while?” The soreness in her buttocks wasn’t as intense, but the lingering effects from her spanking were still there.
    “After lunch.” Derrick eyed the other sailboats that could be seen. There were one or two that were drifting slowly in their direction. Hopefully, her next punishment would include an audience. Deftly, he unhooked her top and tossed it to the deck alongside the bottoms that had slipped off her feet. “There, that’s better. I’ll go get our lunch.”
    Sasha eyed the other boats and was grateful there weren’t any near enough yet to see her. Sitting there nude, the sun shining down on her and the soft breeze caressing her skin, she had to admit that she enjoyed being naked outdoors. There was something very naughty yet erotic about it. When Derrick returned with the cooler, she scooted over to make room for him next to her, but he shook his head.
    Derrick sat and pulled her back on his lap before handing her a piece of fried chicken. “This is better,” he commented, taking a large bite out of his piece.
    When his free hand moved up the inside of her thigh, she automatically spread her legs, her hunger dropping from her stomach to her cunt. He ran his middle finger lightly between her plump, damp lips, feeling her moisture coat his digit.
    “We need to get rid of this hair,” he said as he ran his wet finger through her soft sable curls.
    Sasha swallowed, her eyes going to the small triangle of pubic hair then to his face. “Why?”
    “Because I want to feel nothing but soft, wet folds when I’m touching you. It’ll enhance your pleasure also. You’ll have no barriers between your flesh and whatever object is pummeling it.”
    It did sound enticing, she thought, but also totally mortifying. She simply couldn’t imagine being THAT naked in front of him or anyone else. “If my pleasure becomes any more enhanced, as you put it, I won’t be able to take it.”
    Derrick grunted as he took the last bite of his chicken. “I have a feeling you could handle just about anything when it came to having an orgasm. I’ve never met a woman who could come so quickly and so hard. Of course, you have been celibate for quite some time.”
    Sasha grabbed a small container of coleslaw and a fork. “I haven’t been celibate completely,” she denied, taking a bite. “I’m very good at entertaining myself.”
    Derrick chuckled, grabbing another piece of chicken. “Yes, you are. But, admit it. Your orgasms have been twice as good since I arrived to assist you.”
    “Well, hell,” she sighed in mock surrender. “It’s hard to deny something so obvious.”
    Derrick continued to banter with her and caress her pussy and nipples as they finished lunch. By the time they were through, Sasha was in a tormented state of unfulfilled lust and wanted nothing more than to lie down, spread her legs, and feel Derrick’s hard cock filling her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him with all her pent up desires.
    Derrick grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Not yet, baby. Punishment first, pleasure later.”
    Sasha saw how close two sailboats had gotten and quickly paled. “Derrick, those boats can see enough to know what we’re doing even if they don’t have a good view. Punish me when we get home,” she pleaded even though she was secretly excited about someone witnessing her shame.
    “An audience will be part of your