“Easter weekend is just around the corner Peter, what do you
want to do this year,” Marla asked.
“I don’t know. Something different.”
“That’s what you say every year and then you leave it to me
to come up with something different.
This year, it’s on you.”
“That’s because anytime I make a suggestion, it’s something
that doesn’t appeal to you.”
“Well, I like what I like and by now you should know my
likes and dislikes.”
Peter grumbles.
“Okay, I’ll come up with something if you promise that whatever it is
you will go along with it.”
“That’s not fair.
What if I don’t like what you have chosen?”
“Then you come up with something.”
“Oh, all right. I’ll
do whatever you choose.”
“Can I get that in writing, because otherwise knowing you,
there will be some wiggling out of it somehow?”
Marla nodded her assent and Peter immediately went to the
computer to write up an agreement.
I, Marla Templeton, agree to accept
whatever plans Peter Templeton chooses for our Easter Weekend, 2014. I will do
so in a gracious manner and make every effort to enjoy the weekend without
grumbling or complaint.
That should do it, Peter
thought to himself. I think I’ve covered
all the bases and I don’t see any wiggle room in there. He printed off a copy and gave it to Marla
for her signature at the bottom.
“Wow, you really weren’t kidding, were you?”
“As you said earlier, I should know you by now,” she laughed.
Peter had an idea in the back of his mind but wasn’t sure he
could pull it off. He knew it was
something that Marla would never choose.
They had talked about it often enough over the years and both thought it
would be an adventure, but when push came to shove Marla always balked. This
time she didn’t have a choice.
Caliente Lakes was a 75 acre resort located in an area that
supported resorts of this nature. The resort had opened two years ago to a lot
of fanfare. There were both hotel and
recreation vehicle accomodations. Peter
went online to see about reservations for Easter weekend. He was in luck. The weather in other parts of the country had
people holding back from making plans that might need cancelling at the last
moment so there were many flights options available and lots of openings at the
resort hotel. He booked the reservations
and now all that was left to do was keep Marla from backing out and the easiest
way to do that was to keep as much of the trip secret until it was too late.
When he told Marla that he had taken care of Easter Weekend,
she wanted to know all the details. He
told her all she needed to know was that they were leaving on Thursday evening
and returning on Monday and to pack for a warm weather beachlike resort.
Marla was excited, for once they were going away and she
didn’t have to do a thing. She hoped she
hadn’t made a mistake in letting Peter take charge of the trip, after all she
had signed that agreement and had to be a good sport about whatever he had
chosen. If not, she knew she would end
up with a hot red bottom. He never
hesitated to give her a good paddling if she went too far. As the week
approached, she booked them both into a couple of tanning sessions and herself
for a waxing and pedicure. Peter had
warned her not to go overboard on buying new things for this trip, but she
didn’t think he would mind the few sundresses, sandals, bikinis and coverups
she had purchased. She was even
thoughtful enough to purchase Peter a couple of pair of new swim trunks and
sandals. She had everything packed and ready Wednesday. All Peter had to do was add his toiletries
and any other things she might have forgotten.
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When they arrived at the airport she learned they were going
to Florida and she said a silent thank you to the gods. She loved Florida with the warm water and
this time of year the weather was usually perfect without the humidity often
found in later parts of the year. Their
arrival in Tampa was on time and their rental car waiting for them. So far
so good, she thought to herself.
“Peter, I’m
impressed,” she told him.
“What is that supposed to mean.”
“I mean you’ve done a wonderful job in planning this
trip. Everything is going so
smoothly. I can’t wait to see what
resort you’ve picked. Can’t you give me
a clue, after all, we are almost there.”
“No, you’ll see it soon enough.”
“If I guess, will you tell me? I know, it’s the Tradewinds, isn’t it?”
“It’s not the Tradwinds and that’s all you’re getting out of
me. We’re almost there and you can see
for yourself.”
Peter turned off the main road and Marla noticed a large
billboard by the side of the road. They
were going too fast for her to read all of it but she caught the words, a
clothing optional resort. Surely Peter wouldn’t have chosen that. The further they drove down the road the
more she was convinced that was exactly what he had chosen. They arrived at the hotel and there was a
valet to take their car. Thank God, he has on clothing, there must be
another place down the road that is clothing optional.
“Welcome to Caliente Lakes Resort,” the clerk told
them. He took their name and then went
into his spiel that it was a clothing option hotel and resort and that if they
were new to the world of clothing free or clothing optional way of life their
policy of “taking off as much as you are comfortable with” made the initial
visit stress free. Marla could barely
contain her anger, the longer he spoke and the more information he revealed she
grew more and more tense. Her hands were clenched into fists and she had all she
could do from pummeling Peter right there in the lobby. Thank goodness it was late at night and there
didn’t seem to be any one around that was unclothed. Finally, the clerk stopped talking and handed
two key cards to Peter. They walked over
to the elevator to take them to their room.
The minute the elevator door closed, Marla began her tirade at Peter.
“What the hell did you do?
How could you?”
“Marla, remember our agreement, the one you signed. I have it here in my pocket in case you’ve
forgotten what it contained.”
“The hell with the damn agreement, you booked us into a
nudist resort.”
“We talked about this a couple of times and I wanted to give
it a try.”
“We’re getting out of here first thing in the morning, do
you hear me?”
“I do hear you and no we are not leaving until Monday. Now
calm down.”
“I am not going to calm down.”
“If you don’t, you will be sporting a red backside on your
first visit out of the room. It’s up to
you.”
“We will just see about that,” she told him.
“Don’t push me too far, Marla. Your bottom will be sorry if you do.”
Off the elevator and walking toward their room, they
encountered another couple, holding hands walking down the hall in the other
direction. They were completely nude and
Marla thought she would die of embarrassment.
The couple said hello and
nonchalantly kept walking past.
Marla kept her head down the rest of the way to their room. Once inside, she sat down on the bed and
started to cry. Peter came over and sat
down beside her.
“Honey, it will be fine.
I know it’s a shock but I knew if I told you ahead of time you would
never have agreed to come.”
“You have that right, but how could you do this to me.” Peter got up and walked over to the table
picking up the book that contained all of the resort information.
“Here, let’s look at this together.”
Marla looked at the book as Peter turned the pages. The book
showed an upscale restaurant, nightclub, a fitness center as well as a day spa
and boutique. Activities included
tennis, water and sand volleyball, a sauna, massage services, several hot tubs
as well as a heated conversation pool.
The pictures of people lounging in the all season pool all looked so
normal.
“See honey, it will be fun.
We’ll go a slowly as you want.
Let’s get some sleep and we’ll start off fresh in the morning.”
“You do what you want but I’m never leaving this room,” she
told him.
He went to his suitcase and began to unpack his toiletries,
his clothes brush among them. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the “agreement”
and handed it to Marla along with the clothes brush.
“You have all night to think about this. It’s your choice, but you will be leaving
this room, it’s just a matter of whether you will be leaving it with a sore red
bottom.”
Marla saw no point in unpacking anything but her
toiletries. She took them into the
bathroom and got ready for bed. When she
came out, Peter was already lying in bed
reading. Instead of joining him, she
crept into the other bed. She pulled up
the covers and turned her back on Peter not even wishing him a good night.
Peter let her sulk. He would deal with
her in the morning if she didn’t change her attitude.
Marla woke up to bright sunshine. Peter had opened the drapes and was sitting at the table by the window. The
smell of coffee filled the room, Marla
rose from the bed and for a moment forgot where she was. She looked out the window to see any number
of people already by the pool – all nude. OMG,
I can’t do this, she thought to herself.
Peter watched her reaction.
He poured her a cup of coffee, asked her how she slept, acting like it
was any other morning. He figured the
more normalcy he exhibited the calmer she would be.
“Honey, would you like to have breakfast in the room or go
to the restaurant.”
“Breakfast in the room, of course.”
“Okay” he told her.
What do you want to do after breakfast?
We could book a couple of massages, or go sit by the pool. You choose.”
“I choose to go home.”
“That’s not going to happen.
Pick something else.”
After breakfast,
Peter got up and went into the bathroom.
He came out wearing a towel wrapped around his mid-section.
“Are you ready?” he asked Marla.
“Ready for what?” she asked acting all innocently.
“Massages or lounging by the pool.”
“You are really going to make me do this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, one way or the other. Your choice.”
Marla started to cry.
“Honey, they’re not going to work.
Put on your sarong, sans bathing suit.
Once you get out among the others, you are the one who will feel strange.
In a very short time, you won’t even notice their nudity and then you will feel
comfortable enough to remove your sarong.
Do this for me please.”
Marla huffed as she got up from the table and went to get
her sarong. She knotted it just above
her breasts with the slit on the side.
She grabbed her sunscreen, kindle and hat.
“Okay, let’s go,” she told Peter.
“Isn’t this better than getting a spanking and doing it
anyway?” he asked.
“I’ll let you know,” she responded. As they entered the crowded elevator, she
yanked off his towel. He whispered in
her ear she would pay for that later.
She wasn’t sure what that meant.
They found a couple of lounges and settled in. The sun was already high in the sky and it wasn't long before Marla
was warm enough to think of getting into the pool to cool off. Damn
him, Peter was right. She pulled off her sarong, walked over to the pool,
turned around and gave Peter her biggest smile along with a one-fingered
salute.
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By that evening, Marla was not embarrassed about being nude
in public any longer. It actually felt
quite freeing. The people at the resort
came in all shapes and sizes and you could tell the newbies by their lack of
tan on certain parts of their bodies.
She hoped that by the end of their weekend, for the first time in her
life, she would have the perfect tan everywhere.
Peter teased her about her newfound attitude and offerred to give her a little color on her lilly white backside. She squealed and said she wanted a tan
backside, not a red one. He didn’t agree
so on Easter Morning he woke Marla so she could enjoy the beautiful red sunrise
and afterward gave her the bottom to match.
