All characters are adults and are 18+

In celebration of the promotion you were granted with in your workspace, Lionel arranged a surprise trip to Bangkok, Thailand.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” he permits, holding up two plane tickets to the desired destination. “I’ve already booked us a hotel and everything.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, left speechless for a moment as joy overcomes you. “Wait, seriously?!” you exclaim in disbelief. Happily, you jump up and hug your husband. “Thank you so much, daddy! You’re so thoughtful!” you express your gratitude, excited for the trip ahead.

“Of course, princess, anything for you. Although, it’s nothing, really ... just a little reward for your hard work,” he casually reassures, wrapping his arms around you, and kissing your forehead.

And, thus, began the trip overseas.

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After bringing your luggage into the spacious and luxurious hotel room, the two of you cuddle for a bit. During this time, you both agreed on going out once the sun began to set.

Soon enough, the sun lowered below the horizon, creating a breath-taking view from your window. Noticing this, you and Lionel started getting dressed.

Working as an accountant, Lionel is almost always formally dressed—typically found wearing suits, ironed slacks, a neat tie, and shined dress shoes. Taking advantage of his vacation, he packed comfortable clothing for the weather, while still being fashionable.

“You ready, princess?” Lionel asks, leaning against the bathroom doorway as you finish up the final touches to your look. He’s dressed in a tan-colored & short-sleeve polo shirt, complimenting his dark complexion, black fitted pants, a black leather belt, and white sneakers. His shirt hugs all the right places, emphasizing his toned chest and muscular upper arms.

Your husband’s hazel-brown eyes scan you up and down, telling a story of admiration and a hint of ... hunger? The mere sight of you in that revealing white, lace-trimmed miniskirt, and tight, black blouse paired with those sexy heels is enough to drive him insane. God, how he wants to rail you deep into the bed until you can’t walk for days. Fortunately, your voice snaps him back to reality.

“Mhm, I’m all ready to go,” you reply with a smile and nod, glossing your lips for a final time before grabbing your purse.

“You look amazing, princess. Absolutely stunning,” Lionel compliments, his deep voice sweet like honey. “You’re so pretty, I could just eat you up,” he adds playfully, swiftly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

Your cheeks burn up, becoming a bit flustered from his kind words. You’ve never been good at receiving compliments and he knows that oh, so well. Lionel chuckles softly, noticing your reddened cheeks. “Aww, is someone feeling shy?” he teases, gently holding your chin, and looking down at you. “I’m just stating facts, baby. I mean, look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he continues, chuckling once more at your reaction.

Lionel lets out a soft sigh, “Alright, let’s get going.” With that, he leads you out of the room, into the hotel lobby, out the entrance doors, and towards the parking lot. Having parked in the front, Lionel easily finds his car, unlocking it, and allowing the two of you to get inside.

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Now inside the large, two-floor indoor mall, you and Lionel explore the variety of shops—ranging from clothing-oriented to decor-focused. Watching as your husband smiles, calling you over to check out more items, the urge to tease him grows stronger. Everything has been going a little too well lately and you think it’s about time to spice things up. There isn’t anything wrong with a bit of teasing every now and then, right?

“Mkay!” you reply excitedly, rushing over to Lionel, who’s browsing through a section of cute, soft-core accessories he thought you’d like.

He picks up a pretty, pink-lace bow, looking over at you. “What do you think about this? I think it’d look super cute on you,” Lionel comments wholesomely, unaware of your intentions.

“Yeah, I think it’s cute, too,” you reply a little too happily. The smile on your face is so believing, managing to fool Lionel. “That settles it then. I’ll buy it for you,” he nods lightly, placing the bow into the shopping basket in his hands. As he’s distracted, you finally make a move, pretending to be looking through the rack of clothing before Lionel, and bumping into him. Your ass rubs against his crotch, your touch lasting a bit too long to be deemed an “accident”.

“Huh? Oh ... sorry,” you “innocently” apologize with a cheeky smile.

Lionel’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, a look of surprise and confusion on his face. Hearing your apology, he shakes his head, “It’s alright. Are you oka—”

Before finishing his sentence, you suddenly bend down, your ass pressed up against his crotch yet again. “Oh, no! I dropped my bracelet!” you dramatically exclaim, reaching down to pick it up. During this time, you deliberately move your hips, grinding on him. Lionel grunts, his cheeks lightly flushed, realizing what you’re doing. However, his expression quickly sharpens and he pushes away from you. Now, he’s really pissed off.

By the time he moves away, you’ve picked up your bracelet and stood back up. Faking a dumbfounded expression, you look up at him, “What’s the matter?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know what you were doing,” his eyes narrow, staring down at you.

“What do you mean? I just dropped my bracelet...” you continue, testing to see how long you can keep up the act.

Lionel scoffs. He runs his fingers through his hair, his tongue poking against his cheek. He absolutely detests being made a fool in public, especially by his own submissive. “Dropped your bracelet, huh?” he scoffs, not having any of it. “You’re not slick, princess. Keep acting up and I won’t hesitate to take you back to the hotel. This is your first and final warning,” Lionel states, leaving no room for questions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—” you begin before he cuts you off.

“Enough. This is your last chance to redeem yourself. Now, let’s check out the food court before I change my mind,” Lionel warns, his low, angered tone sending a shiver down your spine. Even so, you can’t help but want to keep going ... he’s even sexier when he’s mad.

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In line at the food court, you casually pull up the waist of your miniskirt, further exposing your ass. At first, Lionel doesn’t seem to notice—he’s too distracted trying to read the menu ahead. You decide to “up” your game, making sure he’ll see you this time.

Humming softly to seem natural, you lean against one of the steel poles of the crowd control stanchion. Your back is facing Lionel and you rest your arms over the belt of the stanchion, sticking your ass out. You pretend to not know that your lace panties and ass-cheeks are visible.

“So, what are you going to ord—” your husband begins, looking over at you. Exhaling sharply, Lionel grabs your arm, yanking you away from the stanchion. His expression is dark; he’s furious to say the least. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he angrily inquires, glowering down at you.

You swallow hard, slightly shrinking back—unable to answer, especially while he stares at you like that. After all, you did provoke him and still continued...

Lionel remains firm, unswayed by your timid and regretful expression. “You want to act like a brat, showing off your ass in public? Fine. But, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Lionel holds your wrist, his veins prominent and pulsing with anger and frustration. “Let’s go,” he commands, not sparing a single glance. Your husband leads you away from the food court and out of the mall. Throughout the car ride to the hotel, he remains quiet. You just know his mind is racing, planning an appropriate punishment for you. Although you usually commit fully to the bratty act once you’ve started, his reaction’s got you nervous. Your heart thumps and you grip the hem of your skirt anxiously, not wanting to pester him again so soon.

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Eventually, you two arrive back at the hotel. Skipping the elevator, Lionel keeps a hold of your wrist, and forces you to take the stairs with him. Finally reaching the door to your shared room, he swipes the keycard over the sensor, unlocking it, and pushing it open. Before shutting and locking the door behind him, he places a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign over the doorknob.

Wasting no time, Lionel leads you into the bathroom, and keeps you in front of the sink while he picks up a clean bar of soap. Your husband turns over to look at you, his toned arms folding over his chest. He towers over you, sighing deeply.

“You enjoyed teasing me at the mall, didn’t you? Instead of behaving like a good girl, you just had to go and disobey, huh? Do you really like pissing me off that much?” he questions, fed-up. Despite his seriousness, you decide to continue your bratty act. So, instead of apologizing, you huff and roll your eyes at him before glancing off to the side.