“You want me to wear that? On the Plane? What if security sees it??” Elsie asked indignantly.

She heard Paul sigh before he said, “Ten.”

“Ok. I’ll try to figure it out. I’m really glad there’s pictures for the directions!” she huffed.

“I was going to have you meet me downstairs, but now I feel like I can’t trust you to wear what you promised you would. Be ready to go in fifteen minutes, but stay in your apartment. I’ll come check you out, give you your ten, and then we can go,” he responded before ending the call.

Elsie rolled her eyes, but maneuvered into the panties. She moaned with both pleasure and apprehension as she lubed and inserted the anal plug with anchored the “panties” in place. Luckily, neither the material nor the plug had any metal, so she doubted that the x-ray machine at the airport would pick up on anything. The strap which connected the plug to the front of the panties was short, causing the thin strip of silk to press tightly along her slit and clit. Already she felt moisture building. Luckily, the dress had a built in underskirt which, she hoped, would hid the wet spot she was sure to create.

She then slipped on the hippie style dress and flats. The dress was loose enough that her lack of a bra, she hoped, wouldn’t be obvious. She heard the door open just as she finished up her make-up. Paul stepped into her apartment, nodded his approval of her outfit and simply pointed to her kitchen table.

Sighing, she bent over the table and spread her legs. He flipped up her skirt, inspected the panties. Elsie closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the table when she heard Paul remove his belt. Without a word, he administered ten sharp but not painful stripes before replacing his belt and saying, “Well done. You should feel those stripes, but not for long. Ready?”

Her face a soft red, Elsie nodded. Paul picked up her small carry on bag and they went to the airport.

As she had hoped, security did not pick up on what was hidden beneath her dress. They found their first class seats without delay and soon were in the air, a glass of champagne in their hands.

“Comfortable?” Paul asked, his hand on her thigh close to her apex.

“No,” Elsie stated honestly. “I feel every bit of turbulence and I’m worried there’s a growing wet spot on the back of my dress.”

Paul laughed and slid his hand beneath her skirt. “You are wet, aren’t you.”

“Paul!” she whispered.

“Shhh. Be very, very quiet. I won’t have you disturbing the other passengers.”

Elsie gripped the armrests and leaned her head back, biting her lip in an effort to keep still as her orgasm rushed over her.

“We’re about five minutes from entering our landing folks,” the pilot announced.

“Here,” Paul said, handing Elsie a set of square magnetes. “Go to the restroom and attach these to your nipples. They’ll stay there until I remove them.”

Elsie looked at the items and paled. She remembered her ten gentle swats from the morning and knew that if she questioned or refused, that gentleness would become markedly stronger. Nodding, she took the magnets and went to the restroom. She spent a few moments pinching and tugging her nipples to elongate them before attaching the strong magnetic clamps. She managed to return to her seat just at the seatbelt sign went on.

Ten minutes later, they were seated in the back of a limousine on their way to their hotel for the weekend.

“Please me,” Paul ordered.

“Thank the gods,” Elsie murmured as she unbuckled Paul’s belt and unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang free eagerly and Elsie opened her mouth wide. her warm hands cupped his heavy balls as she devoured his cock. Feeling her own passions rise, she looked up at Paul who said, “Yes, go ahead. I’ll not restrict your pleasure this weekend.”

Elsie squeezed her legs together and again lost herself to the joy of her orgasm while carefully attending to Paul’s cock. Within moments, she tasted his warm, creamy sweetness splash against the back of her throat. When she had lapped up every drop, she carefully tucked him back into place and sat up as he adjusted and composed himself.

“How do those nipples feel?”

“Bruised and painful,” she answered happily.

“Another five minutes will bring us to the hotel and into the penthouse elevator. Seriously, can you wait that long? It will be fifteen total minutes of those nips being tortured.”

Elsie smiled, knowing this was an easy out but one that Paul would easily grant her. “Yes, Paul. I can wait. After all, I did promise to be obedient in all this this weekend.”

Paul laughed again before kissing her and saying, “That you did, my love. That you did.”