.......a girl, completely stripped of clothing and all semblance of dignity, lies face down, straddled across a low bough. Her every instinct is to flee, for she knows what fate lies ahead, but she cannot. Her arms stretch away from her head in either direction, tethered. The position of her body across the bough forces her knees to bend, and her thighs to be stretched wide apart. Every sinew strains to protect her modesty, but the effort is in vain, her ankles too are securely bound. She knows how she must look, for she can feel a slight breeze playing wickedly around the wetness emanating from her exposed pussy. She clenches her sphincter defensively, but it is hard to achieve due to the way her posture parts her cheeks so widely......
Her backside blazes with the fire of her recent strapping, a few licks have even stung the inside of her crack, and now she can hear the menacing whistle of a cane cleaving the air........ let it be over, please let it be over, her mind chants again and again ...... But then, she knows he will take his pleasure of her, roughly, uncaring, thrusting rudely into her, pounding his cock deep into her body. If she is lucky, he will use her engorged vagina, but she knows too well that he likes to ravage her arse. He will take his pleasure, pulsing great jets of hot spunk high into her backside, and leave her there, bound, helpless, blindfold and gagged........
After some time the sounds of the woodland will return to her ears, she will hear distant voices, coming gradually closer. Suddenly she becomes aware of the heat blazing across her exposed arse, the stripes from the cane throbbing with every beat of her heart, the juice trickling wetly from her pussy, and oh god!! her Master's sperm oozing uncontrollably from her anus. A low moan escapes from deep in her throat. Don't come this way! .....no, no, not here! How long has she been here alone? How long will it be before her torment is over? Come back to me Master, whip me, beat me, fuck me hard ...... but come, come now.........I beg you, come now......
....suddenly behind her she hears the crack of twigs snapping underfoot, and a large dark shadow shuts out the sun for a moment as her Master returns to stand by her side. He kneels down and removes her gag, smiling into her tear-filled eyes. She begs for release, to be covered, but he merely strokes her hair and softly refuses her urgent pleas. His hand strokes slowly lower, down her spine and over her throbbing bottom, squeezing and fondling the welts of the cane, reawakening sharp stabs of pain and making her groan and squirm. One thumb firmly invades her crack and probes her anus thoroughly, the fingers lingering over where the belt bit into the most sensitive flesh. She is now lost in her confusion of pain and pleasure, her buttocks rising and falling to an inner rhythm dictated by those intrusive fingers. His hand goes lower and deeper, spreading wider still her wet and swollen lips And then she sees what he is holding in his other hand, a freshly-cut switch, which he is flicking against his calf in restless anticipation of what he is about to do....
He leaves her, but she senses his shadow cast across her nakedness. The switch touches lightly across her nether-cheeks, gently stroking the curves, tapping now against the very lowest curve of her arse where it stings most. She tenses as best she can, instantly expectant, a quiet whimper escapes her mouth. But the switch is now being guided up and down the length of her thighs, from the backs of her knees all the way up to the crease of her buttocks. It pauses, and taps again. At any moment she expects to feel the sharp sting lacerate her consciousness. Her thighs quiver and flinch involuntarily in expectation, but he is in no hurry. Then ............ Thwitt-thwitt-thwitt-thwitt...... the switch begins its work. He is not trying to hurt her. Each stroke arrives, no more than a second after the last, stinging slightly, awakening her nerve ends until her thighs tingle. She finds her arse rearing skywards of it's own volition. The switch flicks against her flesh, visiting ever higher up her thighs. She gasps in her need, crushing her pubis against the trunk to which she is tethered, grinding harshly against the bark. The stinging gets closer to the heart of her desire, she wants it, needs it so badly. A guttural moan emanates from deep in her throat, heralding the start of a deeper sensation.
Please Master, whip me! Beat me harder, yes, yes, harder! Now! Harder! Yes! Yes!! Yes!! Nowwww....... aaarrgghhhhhhhhhhh............
She's so, so close to cumming, just on the very, very edge, heaving, shuddering. And down comes the switch, sharp, sudden, across smooth and tender flesh, the very tip landing full on her swollen clit. She squeals and heaves upwards, offering her exposed pussy to the second stroke and the third. Her Master rests the length of the switch along the cleft of her pussy, and leans over to speak directly into her ear, his breath warm and his tone severe.
"What exactly do you think you are doing? Who gave you permission to pleasure yourself?"
He draws the switch slowly back and forth, through her wetness, teasing her, forcing her to feel her arousal and her stinging soreness, as she struggles to answer.
"I...I'm ssss...orry....sorry....sir..I..I........."
Her voice trails away. There is, of course, no excuse for such wanton disobedience. His silence tells her that. But what price will she pay? Her eyes tight shut, her breathing coming in ragged gasps, she begs silently for mercy. His words, when they come, are cold and clear.
"Yes. You will be sorry. Very, very sorry indeed."
First the blindfold, and then the gag are replaced, denying her vision and forcing her jaw open. But then she is surprised to feel the tension on her arms relax as the bonds are released. Is it over? Confusion. She is fully expecting to feel fresh punishment for her disobedience, but now she is being released?
Her wrists are gripped tightly as he binds them again, and then she feels the tension released from her legs as those tethers are removed. Now she knows what is happening, she is to be moved. Where to? How will he continue her torment? How much worse can it be?
She feels strong hands grasps her waist as she is lifted bodily off the tree. She feels the grass beneath her bare feet and staggers slightly as her stiff legs fail to carry her weight properly.
"Follow me", comes his terse command, and she feels herself being led by a rope attached to her tightly bound wrists. She stumbles over the rough ground of the wood, feeling first grass, then leaves, and now cool bare earth beneath her feet. They must be following a track now, as she senses tree trunks pass to right and left. Sunlight falls intermittently across her face, she sees a lightness permeate her blindfold and feels its heat bathe her naked body.
"Stop!"
She freezes immediately, and becomes aware of something against her toes.
"Step up." She raises her left foot tentatively and feels the flat smoothness of a tree stump at knee-level, right in front of her. She adjusts her balance cautiously and steps upwards. Her upward path is accelerated as his hands grip her waist from behind, lifting, guiding, steadying. And now her arms are raised high above her head, the rope looped over a convenient bough, pulling tight, forcing her up onto her toes.
<SPLATT!> his palm re-ignites the fire in her left buttock, <SMACKK!!> <SMACKK!> <CRACKK!!> <SMACKK!> <SPLATT!!!> The final smack causing her to lift her right knee in reflex, making her sway against her bonds and struggle to regain her posture. Her podium has raised her nether region to eye level, she can feel Master's warm breath on her skin as he inspects the livid welts raised across her rump. Fingers insert themselves unceremoniously between her defenceless thighs, and she tries to facilitate them by moving her feet wider.
"So, my pretty, this wetness tells me you are enjoying your punishment more than you ought! We will see what I can do to change that."
Warm hands cup her buttocks and she presses backwards into them. Suddenly her cheeks are prised wide apart and something is invading her anus. A finger? No. It is too smooth, and, as it insistently intrudes into her back passage, its taper stretches her sphincter wider and wider. The butt-plug is fully inserted and then the vibrations begin, sending pulses of naughty pleasure throughout her body. Her sex responds with fresh waves of lubrication, and she silently cries out for the satisfaction she craves.
Now her nipples are captured roughly between strong fingers. Pain and pleasure stab from her chest right down to between her legs as those nubs are squeezed, twisted, pulled and tortured. Grasped firmly between thumb and forefinger, he is squeezing harder and harder until tears escape from the binding on her eyes, and her knees buckle in pain and want. She moans incoherently, her pleas trapped behind the gag filling her mouth, and her arms are stretched almost more than she can bear. One hand leaves her swollen, distended nipple and descends, first stroking the reddened, striped curve, and then bringing the palm down hard, making the flesh of her bottom bounce and her head jerk back. With one hand he spanks her hard and slow, and with the other he pulls and twists on one nipple and then the other. The pain, stinging and squeezing, and her utter powerlessness, suspended by the wrists, naked, completely exposed to his eyes and hands, lifts her out of all resistance, all refusal, and she is entirely his. She offers every limb and every orifice, wet, open, for his pleasure. She exists only for his next whim, and every moment of pain is the most acute pleasure for her as she feels freedom sing through her body. She rides a wave of submission and thanks him for this gift.
He observes her knees buckling, notes her heavy breathing as her chest heaves, watches as she struggles to maintain balance on her plinth, and finally relents as he sees all her weight taken by her bound wrists. He releases the rope and allows her to collapse like a rag-doll across one shoulder. He smoothes a palm gently up the back of one thigh and pats her up-thrust bottom reassuringly as he carries her limp body down and lays it face down across the tree stump.
Gripping the base of her deeply inserted butt-plug, he begins to remove it. Teasingly, he pulls half its length out before re-inserting until its shoulder stretches her anus to the widest. Twisting and rotating, he arse-fucks her with it, hearing her moan with pleasure. One hand unzips himself and he man-handles his engorged cock into the sunlight. Grasping the heavily veined shaft in one fist, he presses the swollen purple head against her pussy lips, feeling them spread loosely and wetly to allow access to her cunt. He jams the plug fully into her arse and uses both hands to grasp her roughly around the hips. Suddenly he rams the full length of man-meat deep into her, his pubis pounds against the butt-plug ramming it deeper into her bottom-hole. Her limply hanging head jerks back as an animal growl emanates from her throat, he grabs a fistful of hair and hauls on it as he pounds his aching cock deeply into her again and again, his belly slapping repeatedly against her striped and throbbing backside.
She utters a muffled shriek as an orgasm wracks her body. He slows his pistoning cock long enough to release her blindfold and gag, and then, taking a fresh grip of her hips, fucks her ever harder and faster, his sweat dripping and running into the crack of her arse, mingling with her own lubricant and cum.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Mmm! Mmmm! Mmm! Mmmm! She gasps with every thrust, the tone rising as a fresh wave of orgasm rises within her. Fuck MEEEeeeeee!!!!!!
He feels a massive shudder rip through her body as she screams and cums again. A fresh wave of pussy-juice washes through her abused cunt, spoiling the friction of rippling pussy walls against his cock. He withdraws and steps around her. He raises her head with a fistful of hair and presses the swollen cock-head between her slackly open lips, filling her mouth. His fist masturbates the shaft vigorously.
"Suck it! Suck cock, bitch!! Eat my meat until I come, and then drink spunk!" He feels his own orgasm rising and thrusts his cock deeper into her throat. "Drink spunk, bitch!!" His balls ache as the first hot, milky jet erupts. Jet after jet of cum spurting down her throat. She gasps and gags, trying to keep up, swallowing rapidly. Spilling his sperm was the offence that got her into this position. And she dare not fail again.
She manages better this time, despite the quantity his cock spits into the back of her throat. Sucking hard, using her tongue to lick around the head, tasting her own juice as she licks down the shaft, she savours his taste, knowing it will not leave her for hours. He pulls away, leaving her hanging limply over the stump, still gasping and heaving for air.
Finally, he steps forward and lifts her bodily from the tree-stump, placing her tenderly on a rug, removing the butt-plug carefully. He wraps her tightly in another rug and holds her in his arms, cuddling and cradling her body, rocking slowly from side to side as he nuzzles and whispers in her ear ...
The End .....for now
Saxon/Kazetnik - 1999
