Julie Spanked at the Pool!

Last few posts have been all about our kinky vacation in Italy. For the most part, I was doing all of the spanking (A Spanking Vacation!), and I even got to show off my husband's bare spanked bottom briefly to a hotel maid (What the Maid Saw). There was also one occasion where a young male assistant manager at a hotel saw me bare, but it was entirely accidental (My Bare Bottom and Breast Exposed!). As the final bit of kink that stands out, it was at the same hotel where the other two things took place, and my husband gave me a little spanking at the pool in front of an older distinguished Italian gentleman!

The pool is shown above. It was at a beautiful hotel in Tuscany which is a converted monastery of some sort.

My husband and I went swimming in the late afternoon. There was only one other person there, an older gentleman reclining on a lawn chair.

David and I went down to the pool and put our towels and stuff down on two lawn chairs on the opposite end of the pool from the gentleman. The pool water was a little chilly, but swimable. David wanted to warm up in the sun a little first, but I wanted to go straight in for a swim. Rather than just jumping in, I walked to the far end of the pool at the shallow end to the broad stairs where I could go in more slowly. This meant me undressing down to my (pretty sexy!) bikini bathing suit, walking the length of the pool, and then slowly getting into the water. As I was doing this, I did notice, out of the corner of my eye, that I was being thoroughly ogled by this older Italian gentleman!

I tried to keep eyes forward and disengaged as I walked but could feel his eyes tracking me the whole way. I straightened, jutted my chest out, and walked a little more sensuously. As I was about to step in, I chanced a brief eye contact with him. He was staring right at me.

"Bella," he said, which means "beautiful".

"Gracie," I said ("thank you"), feeling a little embarrassed, and proceeded to wade into the water and start swimming lengths. I knew his eyes were still all over me, undressing me completely in his mind. He was older and distinguished looking. He was about my Dad's age I would guess. And you know all about me and my Daddy fantasies!

David, at the other end of the pool, was oblivious to all of this. When he was ready he just jumped into the pool at the deep end and swam to me. We met in the middle. He put his arms around me, I wrapped my legs around him, and he kissed me over by the side of the pool.

I whispered to David, "that old guy over there, he can't take his eyes off me," I said.

"Good taste," said David.

"Hey!" I said, "you should go over there and punch him in the nose for being so disrespectful towards your wife." I was just kidding, of course, and from my tone David knew it well.

"Ha!" said David. "You're the one who needs a swat, for teasing him like this in your little swimsuit."

"You wouldn't dare!" I told him, playing along.

"Try me," he said.

It was fairly deep water. I disentangled from him and flopped my belly up onto the side of the pool. My bikini clad bottom was just hanging out there. The natural state of my swimsuit was about like this concerning my rear cheeks.

As I flopped there, half in and half out of the water, my butt was sort of pointed towards the pool and at about a 3/4 view to the Italian gentleman. Rather than getting all the way out, I egged David on by wiggling my ass shamelessly at him.

In a big swoop of water, David jumped out of the pool and sat right beside me on the pool deck, feet in the water, with me on his left side. "Bad girl," he said as he pushed his left arm down on the small of my back to hold me in place, and with the hand of the same arm gathered up the material of my bikini and pulled it up into my bumcrack.

"No, no!" I yelled frantically as I wiggled my butt in the air. David took his time and gave me several hard swats to my bared cheeks. I was sooooo mortified! As he pulled up on my bikini, I could feel the material cutting into my pussy and my bottom hole. I was squirming like a fish on a hook, the bikini material rubbing against my clit. How tight was my bikini in back? Pretty tight! How spread were my cheeks? I don't know. Was there any bumhole visible? I Don't Know! Did the man know how deeply the bikini was cutting up into my pussy??? I DON'T KNOW!!! What an embarrassing situation for a wife to find herself in!

My husband let me go with a laugh and got out of the pool to go back to our lawn chairs to dry himself off. I was still there with my butt hanging out and my bikini wedgied between my cheeks. I continued getting out of the pool myself, and without looking back at the Italian gentleman I pulled my suit out of my buttcrack and adjusted it properly. Then I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was staring straight at me with a big smile on his face! I didn't know what to do, so I curtsied towards him. I actually curtsied towards him! He smiled even more broadly and brought his hands together in an gentle applauding type of motion. He had not missed any art of the show. I went back to join David at the lawn chairs. I could feel my cheeks (both sets!) blushing hotly.

"Did he enjoy the show?" asked David. "Did you?"

"I believe he did," I answered, "and yes..." I said to the second part of his question.

We sat there for a bit longer reading. The gentleman got up before we did, packed up his stuff, and headed back towards the hotel. On the way out he paused, looked back at me, waited until he caught my eye, and then tipped his sun hat at me. I blushed and looked down.

So much naughty fun! Hope we made his day.

"Let's go back to the room," I told David after the gentleman had left. "I need to be spanked and fucked," I told him in no uncertain terms!

When we got to the room I went through some "what ifs" with David. "What if you would have invited him to our room to see me spanked properly?" I asked David as he peeled off my bikini.

"It would have been nothing more than what a little tease like you deserved," he answered.

When I was naked David pulled me across his knee.

"Prego, Senor," said David ("please, sir"), "I apologize for my wife's behavior at the pool." And then David started spanking me with his hand. "She's a bad girl, she's always teasing the men around her. Flaunting her body in her skimpy bikini, and enjoying the reactions she gets. So naughty." He kept spanking me as he said that. I closed my eyes and imagined the Italian gentleman watching me get spanked completely naked across my husband's knee.

"Now young lady," said David to me. "Close your eyes and crawl over to the Senor and finish what you started with your mouth on his cock. Little teasers should not get away with teasing without consequences."

David took me off his lap and guided me to the floor as I kept my eyes closed. He then pulled me by my hair in the direction of the chair as I crawled on all fours. David sat on the chair pretending to be "Senor", and guided my mouth to his cock.

"That's it," said David as I sucked him, pretending to be the Italian gentleman, "teasing sluts need to pay up."

"Now stop that and get up on the bed. Head down and ass up," said David. I was not sure if it was him or the Senor who said it, but I did as I was told, pussy already dripping.

"Please Senor," said David, "please enjoy my wife."

"Gracie," said David pretending to be the man. "Sposa bellisima" ("beautiful bride").

I knelt there naked on the bed, with my head down on the sheets and my freshly spanked bottom high in the air. I had my eyes tightly closed as I imagined the older Italian gentleman sliding in behind me, feeling the drippy wet state of my pussy with his hand, rubbing his cock against my cunt, and then pushing it home deeply into me as he grabbed my hips and thrust. It was not hard to imagine all of that as my husband did all that "in character".

"Bellissima, bellissima," he said as he rammed his penis into my pussy (David's Italian is very limited). But the little bit of Italian did enough to allow me to imagine it was the older gentleman, my Daddy's age, my Daddy, fucking me! He came into me quickly, shooting his hot sperm deep into me.

"Make my husband clean it out," I told my Italian Gentleman who had just spermed me so thoroughly.

David flipped me onto my back, crawled between my legs, and licked me to several toe curling orgasms, consuming what must have been a fair amount of sperm mixed with pussy juices in the process. Ha ha!

What a naughty sexual imagination I have!