Fictional Story Rejected from Book

As I mentioned in my last post, New Book Project, I've been writing a female submissive novel drawing on my experiences.

I wrote a scene in the book that took place on our honeymoon, but in the end I decided to cut it, not because it wasn't good, but because it didn't fit the vibe I wanted where my husband does not approve of public play and I would be very embarrassed by anything happening in public. That allows me to write hotter scenes where my husband can sometimes use embarrassment as punishment for me.

But rather than just delete it outright, I thought I would post it here for your amusement, instead.

The setup is that we are honeymooning on a small South Sea island. We were driving around the island and David spotted a swimsuit store. In this universe, he and I are as exploring public play, and he decided to "up the ante" so to speak!

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David noticed there was swimsuit place in the little strip mall, and asked if he could buy me another swimsuit, as the one I brought was always soggy when I put it on, we swam so much.

We went in, and it was jam packed with swimsuits. There was French couple who ran the place. The middle-aged wife was on the floor, and the husband was behind the counter. We were the only customers. I picked out a cute one piece with the lady's help. I changed into it in a little curtained change room, right off the main room, and came out to model it, blushing a bit in the process as David, the shop woman, and her husband all got a gander at me.

"I think I should get something for myself too," David said.

"Oui Monsieur," the shopkeeper said, "the men's suits are over here."

"Oh no, you misunderstand," David said, "not for me to wear, something for her to wear, for me. Show me your very tiniest bikini."

"David..." I whined.

"It'll look great on you," he said.

Madame smirked a bit and picked out the teeny tiniest bikini in her store. There was barely any cloth at all on it!

"Go try this one on," said David.

"There's hardly anything there," I complained.

"For me," he said.

I took the suit and went into the change room. Oh my gosh, it really was minimal! On top there were the barest triangles of cloth that just barely covered only my nipples. On the bottom, there was no covering at all on my ass. It was just a tiny string that went between my cheeks. My pussy was just barely covered by the tiniest possible triangle of material. My blonde pubic hair stuck out on the sides. Absolutely not!

"How is it?" asked David.

"No!" I said. "It's obscene."

"Now, now," David said, I'm sure your exaggerating. It's the style nowadays. Come out and show us and let us judge."

"No!" I persisted.

"Julie," David said, his voice a bit testy, "Obey."

Oh gosh. He was doing it I finally realized. He was giving me exactly what I asked for. A shaming. I took a deep breath and opened the curtain and came out.

"Ooh la la!" the French husband whistled from behind the counter.

"Very fetching," David said. "Give us a turn," he added.

I blushed and turned, giving them a view of my totally bare backside, and then back to face them. My breasts, other than my nipples, were totally on display. Top boob, side boob, bottom boob.

"Very risqué," said the French woman, "but she has the body for it. If I may suggest, though," she continued in a soft voice, "there is a beauty spa that performs Brazilian waxing just a few doors down..."

What? It was true. Little blonde pussy hairs were escaping the sides. I was so embarrassed!

"Yes, she needs it for that suit," David agreed. "But all in all I like it," he said. He then walked up to me, turned me around, and said, "I like that her cheeks are nice and bare, so if I have to give her a spanking, there'll be no hiding it."

"Assurément," said the French wife, getting into the spirit of our play, "si vous donnez une bonne fessée à votre femme alors qu'elle porte ce bikini, les marques seront très visibles".

I spoke French. Translation: "Of course, if you give her a good spanking while she wears that bikini, the marks will be very well visible."

"What's that?" David asked?

The husband translated, "the, how do you say, the marks, on her bottom, for the spanking, will be very visible. Everyone will know Madame is well-spanked," he said.

"Yes! they will," said David.

"But we better test that to see," said David who reached out, pulled me by the arm over to a chair, and pulled me across his lap."

"No please!" I begged.

"Just an experiment," said David, who proceeded to give me a dozen good hard spanks to alternate cheeks.

"The shopkeep ran out from behind his counter, and said, "Monsieur, may I suggest a pair of these flip flops for Madame? Free, for you and Madame, with the swimsuits," he said.

"Thank you," said David, taking the rubber-soled flip flops from his hand, dropping one to the floor, and spanking me with the other. Youch! It hurt. He gave me another dozen or so with the flip flop!

"Let's see how it looks," said David, setting me on my feet and making me face the change room curtain I now so desperately wanted to get behind.

"You can see it clearly," said David.

"Very much so," said Madame, "everybody will see she has been spanked, as you say."

"C'est très excitant," said the husband, "it's very exciting".

"We'll take both these suits, and the flip flops," said David." Julie, no point changing, you can wear that suit you're in."

"I need to scan the tag at the back," said the shopkeep.

David came up to me, lifted me under my arms as if I were a child and sat me on the checkout desk. The shopkeep took the tag hanging off the tiny triangle of material at the back and scanned it.

"Should I remove it?" the man asked David, referring to the tag, not my bottoms!

David agreed and the man snipped off the tags. He then scanned the other suit, and David payed for both.

"Where is the waxing salon?" David asked.

"Three doors that way," said the woman, "tell them Maxime sent you."

David went to gather my clothes from the changeroom, and said "come on Julie."

"David, I can't, not like this!" I complained.

"Of, you're right, how silly of me. Here, put on these flip flops," he said as he arranged the "bonus" flip flops at my feet.

I slipped them on and followed David out of the store to a chorus of thank yous and one wolf whistle from the man. We went to the car and David put my clothes and sandals into it.

"Let's go get that pussy waxed," he said, and took me by the hand to the waxing salon that Madame had pointed out.

I was so embarrassed walking in the parking lot in nothing but the tiny string bikini. There were some local guys hanging out in the parking lot who seemed very appreciative. We passed a small group of local woman as well who said "petite salope" as I passed. It literally meant "little slut" in French.

The woman next to her said, "Non non, Regarde la pauvre mignonne. Regarde son cul. Elle a déjà reçu une bonne fessée." [Translation: "no, no, look at the little cutie. Look at her ass. She's already received a good spanking."]

"Bonjour," said David as we walked into the waxing salon together. I was so grateful to be out of the parking lot at least!

"Bonjour, Monsieur," said the woman at the front desk who appeared to be the owner.

"Maxime from the swimsuit store sent us," said David quickly, establishing our bonafides. "we just bought this suit, but as you can see, she needs some work to be able to wear it properly," he said. As he said it, he held me in front of him, holding both my arms pinned at my sides so the lady could examine my "bikini line". Oh my God! I was so mortified!

"Ah yes. I recommend a full Brazilian wax. That will be $60 US dollars. I have availability now?" she said.

"That will be fine. I'm her husband. We've just been married. May I come in and hold her hand. She's never had a waxing before now."

"It's unusual," said the woman, "but I can make an exception for such a charming couple," she said, and in we went, me with a freshly spanked butt, in for my full Brazilian waxing in front of my husband.

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There you have it! I'm keeping the waxing scene in the book, but it will be at my request due to some pesky pussy hairs I needed to keep tucking into my bikini!

I think I'm about 1/3 of the way through the book already. Going back in!