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Oh shit! I gasp loudly enough that I'm sure Christian has heard because that sexy smirk begins to emerge on his face. I'm rooted to the floor in the doorway, not knowing what to do next.

"Come Mrs. Grey." Christian reaches one hand out to me, beckoning me to him. "I thought we might play tonight".

I slowly make my way to the bed and place my hand in his before I'm roughly pulled to the bed. My breathing is coming out in gasps as my nerves take over.

"Are you going to play nice or do you still plan on punishing me?" I question weakly.

I look into his eyes hoping to find my sweet Fifty in there somewhere. Christian is so sexy in these jeans and normally I'm willing to play but tonight I'm afraid.

"I believe what transpired today on the beach requires punishment, do you not agree Anastasia?" I look down and notice his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Twitchy palms indeed!

"It was an accident Christian. Please don't be mad at me." I beg.

"An accident would have been a picture of you falling and the paparazzi getting an up close shot of your underwear. Getting photos of you half naked on the beach was not an accident." I can hear the anger in his voice. "Strip now Anastasia!"

Slowly, I stand up from the bed and begin to remove my sundress, becoming more upset when I notice I'm still wearing the bikini underneath. I undo the tie at my back and at my neck, pulling the offending material away from my chest and letting it fall to the floor. I gaze up once again to his beautiful face hoping to see my kind husband looking back at me. No such luck. I hook my thumbs in the bikini bottoms and drag them down my legs and step out of them.

"Lie across my lap!" Christian demands. I do as I'm told.

He begins softly massaging my behind and I get a hopeful feeling that this may not be as bad as I was thinking.

"I believe a good spanking is in order for you Mrs. Grey and I want you to count to fifty."

"Fifty!" I exclaim. Oh my god!

"Fifty shades baby." Before I can respond, I feel the first of many smacks against my skin. Sweet Jesus that was hard.

"One." I state through gritted teeth.

Over and over Christian spanks me. I never thought spanking could hurt so much. I try my best to think of something pleasant, to bring mind anywhere from this torture. I don't want to use the safeword.

"Fifty!" Finally, I sigh loudly in relief. My behind is really smarting.

"Lie down on the bed and I'm going to fuck your breasts now".

As soon as my backside hits the sheets, I groan out in pain. Wow! I'm going to be sore tomorrow.

"Quiet!" Christian demands. "Tonight is not about your pleasure, Anastasia." He climbs off the bed and removes his jeans, before climbing back on the bed and straddling my stomach. He always told me he wanted to fuck my breasts but I never understood what he meant. I guess it's time for me to find out.

Christian grabs both my breasts and squeezes hard. He pushes them together and then scoots further up my body. His erection slips in between my breasts and he begins a punishing rhythm of in and out thrusts. The only thing my mind can register at the moment is his tight hold on my breasts. I know I'm going to be bruised in the morning.

It feels like forever before I feel him tense up and finally climax. He rolls off me and lands with a loud groan onto the bed. I continue staring up at the ceiling, not knowing what to say to him. He eventually removes himself from the bed and gets dressed. Normally after a 'punishment' fuck, Christian would make sweet, passionate love to me afterwards. It looks like that won't be taking place tonight.

"Mrs. Grey, I suggest you get some rest tonight. You are going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow when everyone sees your breasts plastered on their computer screens." He storms out of our cabin, slamming the door behind him.

To say I'm shocked would be an understatement. My butt hurts, my breasts are sore, and I didn't even get to climax after enduring all that. I'm pissed. Actually I'm beyond pissed and I need to vent to someone.

After going to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit, I grab my laptop, hoping Kate is online as I open up Skype. Bingo! She's online and I send her a quick message

Ana: Hey are you there?

Kate: Yes, Ana! How are you? How's the honeymoon?

Ana: Well, everything was wonderful until today. I was sunbathing with my top off and I must have fallen asleep and turned over. The paparazzi have gotten some pictures of me now and Christian is pissed.

Kate: Wow. Go Ana!

Ana: NO! Not go Ana! Christian is so pissed, he's beyond livid. I tried explaining that it was just an accident, but he's not hearing any of it. Supposedly he's gotten an email saying to expect these pictures all over the internet tomorrow.

Kate: Why are you so worried? It was an accident. Nothing you can do about it now.

Ana: Ray is going to see them and Christian's parents. What are they going to think? Oh my God, Elliot will never let me hear the end of this.

Kate: I hate to agree with you, but you are right. Elliot is going to eat you up! HaHa.

Ana: It's not funny, Kate! My honeymoon is now over. I've never seen him so mad.

Kate: Give Mr. Control Freak a taste of his own medicine.

Ana: How?

Kate: Look, Ana. I've got to go. You know different time zones and everything. I'm sure you will come up with something. See you soon!

We get disconnected and now I'm even more confused than before. I don't know what she means by giving him a taste of his own medicine. I just know that I'm pissed that he couldn't understand that this was an accident. People make mistakes. I close my laptop and place it on the floor. God! My ass is killing me.

I know I should get up and take some Advil, but I don't feel like doing anything but going to sleep. It has been an exhausting day and I cannot think about this anymore tonight.

I lay down on my side, thinking this is going to be the only way I can get some rest tonight. My last thought before I fall asleep is wondering what 'fun' tomorrow shall bring.

I feel the sun shining on my face from the porthole in our cabin. I really do not want to get up, but I guess it is time for me to face the day and these damn paparazzi photos. I roll over to my back and inhale sharply. Suddenly last night's activities come flying back to my mind. Shit!

"Damn Jackass!" I mumble through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me!"