A/N: I was inspired by another story I wrote (At the Resort). This story may seem similar to that one, but I hope it is different enough that you enjoy it. :-)
"Don't forget to pack your swimsuit, little one." Olivia offered a gentle reminder.
"Why? I thought I was being punished?" Amanda asked with a confused expression on her pretty face.
"Come here, Amanda." Olivia sighed and sat down on the bed.
Suddenly realizing what she had done, Amanda hung her head in shame as she slowly walked over to where Olivia sat. Olivia pulled Amanda's jean shorts and panties down to her knees and Amanda obediently draped herself across Olivia's lap, offering her bare bottom for correction. The dominant brunette raised up her strong right hand and brought it down sharply, spanking until Amanda's bottom was blushing a uniform shade of bright pink and the submissive blonde draped over her lap was crying quietly.
"Tell me what you did wrong, sweetheart." Olivia gently rested her hand on Amanda's spanked bottom.
"I didn't obey you immediately the first time and I didn't give the appropriate verbal response. You're the boss." Amanda whimpered.
"You asked me a question, and you are always more than welcome to ask me anything you want to ask me or tell me anything you want to tell me, but you need to obey me first. In answer to your question, you are not being punished, but you are in training during these two weeks while we are in Mexico. We've already discussed the rules: while we are on vacation, you are not allowed to do anything without asking for my permission first. If you do something without asking for my permission first, or if I give you an order and you forget to say 'yes, Ma'am, you're the boss', or if you don't obey me immediately the first time without talking back, you will get a spanking like the one you just got right there on the spot whether anyone is watching or not. You and only you are in control of how many times you get spanked over the next two weeks. You seem to be having trouble grasping the concept of first time obedience and asking for my permission, and I aim to correct that while we are in Mexico. With all of that said, these two weeks are not meant to make you miserable, that's not my goal. Making you miserable is not going to make you want to obey me or ask for my permission. We are going to have fun while we are on vacation as long as you behave like the good girl I know you are, which is why I told you to pack your swimsuit. Now, let's try again. Don't forget to pack your swimsuit, little one." Olivia repeated her instruction.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss." Amanda responded obediently, stood to her feet with a whimper and immediately turned to do as she was told.
With her task successfully complete, Olivia gently pulled Amanda's shorts and panties back into their proper place and guided Amanda onto her lap to cuddle in her arms.
"That's my good girl." Olivia praised lovingly, cuddling Amanda close to her heart and gently stroking Amanda's long blonde hair.
"I'm sorry. I guess this isn't a great start to my training." Amanda sniffled sadly on Olivia's shoulder.
"Well, a kiss might convince me not to count this little slip as part of the two weeks, since we haven't even left the apartment yet." Olivia smiled.
Amanda eagerly leaned in for a passionate kiss, followed by several more for good measure.
"Okay, okay! It doesn't count!" Olivia laughed as she was attacked with kisses, "Now finish packing, we have to be at the airport in less than two hours and you still need to be fed before we leave." Olivia guided Amanda to her feet.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss." Amanda smiled when Olivia gave her jean-clad bottom an affectionate rub.
In the kitchen, Amanda knelt at Olivia's feet and was fed by hand. After breakfast, Amanda cleaned the kitchen and then the two women left the apartment to head to the airport. They arrived with plenty of time to spare and Olivia let Amanda choose a small bag of chocolate-covered pretzels as a snack for later. They stood in line to check in, and Amanda started to grumble irritably as the long line of people moved at glacial speed. Olivia placed a gentle hand in Amanda's back pocket, cupping her bottom. To an outside observer, it seemed like a casual gesture between partners, but Amanda recognized it as the warning it was meant to be and she straightened up her attitude immediately. She wouldn't put it past Olivia to take her into the women's restroom, pull her shorts and panties down, and spank her in front of whoever happened to be in there. It had happened before.
On the plane, Olivia ensured that Amanda had water to drink to keep her hydrated and they settled comfortably into their seats. Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia saw Amanda start to reach for a magazine, and the dominant brunette cleared her throat loudly. She had no interest in sitting back and watching Amanda fail over these next two weeks. She was going to do everything in her power to set up her beloved submissive for success. Luckily, Amanda took the hint and pulled her hand back.
"Can I read my magazine, please, Ma'am?" Amanda inquired, blushing lightly. Maybe this was going to be harder than she thought.
"No, not right now. In an hour or so, you can. Right now, I want us to spend some time talking and connecting. We've been working really hard lately, I've missed you." Olivia explained, watching to see how Amanda was going to react. She wasn't planning to say 'yes' to everything Amanda asked of her over the next two weeks and Amanda had to get used to being told 'no'.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're the boss." Amanda beamed happily. Connecting with her beloved wife sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Good girl." Olivia praised.
Amanda quickly forgot about her magazine and they spent the majority of their flight engaged in conversation. They had agreed that anything work-related was strictly off-limits while they were in Mexico, so the majority of their discussion revolved around their favorite resort they were headed to, the activities they were looking forward to engaging in, recent news events, and their two beloved daughters that they had left back in New York in the care of their Uncle Sonny.
"I don't know, I'd bet ten bucks that Carisi calls us at least by Saturday begging us to come home early. We've never left the girls with him overnight. Did you tell him about Jessie's tendency to jump on top of us at two o' clock in the morning wanting cuddles? Or that Billie screams like a banshee if any of the food on her plate is touching?" Olivia grinned.
"Where's the fun in that? Let him discover a few things for himself. At least there were no tears when I dropped them off this morning. Well, maybe a few from me." Amanda admitted with a sad chuckle. Olivia smiled kindly and held Amanda's hand securely in her own.
"They'll be fine, baby." Olivia assured her, kissing the back of Amanda's hand, "they're in safe hands and you know Carisi is going to spoil them rotten and pump them full of all kinds of wonderful, sugary things we would never let them eat."
"I think he learned his lesson about that when Jessie got sick all over the back seat of his car after he let her have six donuts in one sitting." Amanda laughed.
"Passengers, this is your pilot speaking. Please prepare for landing and thank you for flying with us today." the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom.