We stopped near a huge old tree, and Dave nodded toward it. I hesitated, looked around, tried to still my heart, swallow hard. All of those things all at once most likely. This was a very new experience!
I pressed myself against the tree, pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down, and the unmistakable sounds of his belt leaving it’s loops carried to me, and then the first LOUD swat landed. I think we were both very still after that. I know that I looked out through the trees to see if anyone stopped … if any alarms were about to be raised … if anyone was peering into the trees to see what that sound had been.
So far so good!
He stepped back and spanked again. A hard spank, and again my ears strained to hear someone running to the rescue … shouts of alarm … and nothing!
More spanks, hard spanks. They built in intensity as our courage built. It was not a punishment spanking, but the intensity of emotion was nearly overwhelming. I had never experienced anything like this before. The spanks would push me into the tree … my groin … ok, clit … would brush against the rough bark, and then the belt would land again. Again and again.
No, the fear of discovery never faded. Yes, the heat in my bottom intensified, and yes, my pussy was wet and wanting. After about 25 hard swats with his belt, Dave stepped up behind me, pressing his warmth against my warmth and pushing his fingers between my legs.
Whispering in my ear how naughty I was. “You’re soaking wet baby girl.”
Yeah … well … look what you’re doing to me!
He kissed my neck as his fingers pushed inside me, and then pushed deeper still. I hung on to that tree in front of me, and pressed my clit harder against it. His other hand moved to my hip and he pulled me back toward him, sort of against his side. This left me bent at the waist, but still hanging on to that tree, panties around my knees, but my bare bottom hidden by my skirt which had fallen back into place.
Looking down and seeing his hand beneath my skirt was very erotic … naughty erotic, and his fingers were pushing deeper inside me … and doing something else at the same time. I gasped and asked him what he was doing … but talking was hard. My body jerked as spasms ran up through me from my pussy. I needed desperately to push into his fingers, and pull away from them at the same time. I had never felt anything so intense.
His fingers began to move faster and harder, the top of his hand seemed to be fucking me even as his fingers inside me were. I don’t know … it’s very hard to describe! But it was incredible, and I asked him again and again what he was doing to me, and then a rush of sweet, deep orgasm ran up through me again. Taking my breath and my thoughts and my everything with it as the cum squirted out of me and ran down my legs and over his hand and wrist. I watched through tears … shocked and afraid I had just peed on him, yet sure that nothing like that had ever happened to me before.
Thank goodness I had that tree to hold onto, and his arm around me to steady me, because my knees and the tears gave way at the same time. I don’t know what he was thinking, but his fingers didn’t stop moving, though they were gentler now. But every few seconds he would increase the tempo and strength, and another wave would rush over me, and I’d squirt again, and the tears would flow harder and I don’t think I ever stopped asking him what he was doing to me.
When we finally caught our breath and I stood, my panties were soaked. Not wet … soaked. As if I had dunked them in water. Dave knelt down and slid them to my feet, and I stepped out of them. He smiled at me and kissed me deep, holding my wet panties between us.
We caught our breath and he tucked my wet panties into his pocket. Everything surrounding us in those moments was intensified. The air on my skin, the sounds of the leaves rustling in the trees, the voices of people walking the outer paths, birds … and our breathing. My pussy was still throbbing and felt swollen as well. Dave smiled and kissed me again. A deep, wet kiss full of laughter and excitement and love. A lot of love.
Then he took my hand and led me even deeper into the woods. With every step I could feel my swollen pussy brushing my thighs, cool air sliding beneath my skirt and the rustle and crunch of leaves as he again searched our surroundings.
And again he found what he was looking for. A fallen tree, just the perfect height to bend me over, lift my skirt and again apply his belt to my bare bottom. I know the spanks were hard, and the sound still carried, and the fear of being discovered in such a compromising position never left … but my bottom lifted to those spanks. Each and every one.
Then he was behind me, his hand beneath my skirt and his fingers pushing inside me again. And it wasn’t just a leftover feeling, my pussy was swollen, and he smiled and pulled me into another deep kiss before taking my hand yet again and leading me on.
To another fallen tree, but a much bigger one. He pulled me close and kissed me before pushing me gently down to kneel between his legs. He unzipped his jeans and released his cock as he leaned back, and I took him in my mouth.
“Lift your skirt baby girl.”
I did, and the cool air washed across my very warm bottom as I sucked and licked his cock. His hands moved to my cheeks, and then into my hair. I LOVE when he plays with my hair! I shivered and moaned and sucked harder, pressing my pussy down onto the heels of my feet at the same time. He came, deep and hard, holding me close as he did. I sucked and swallowed … sucked and swallowed … and this time we were both catching our breath as he pulled me up against him and slid his hands beneath my skirt to hold my bottom.
So much emotion! So much intensity … and he wasn’t done. We tucked his cock back inside his jeans and he took my hand and led me still deeper into the woods.
Not far, another 20 feet or so, to a partially fallen tree … propped semi-upright by the trees next to it, and slender enough and close enough to the ground that I could reach up … from my tip toes! and hold onto it … tight as it would turn out.
My tummy was doing flips … and I shivered, as much with need as with the ever present fear of discovery. I felt … very exposed, and though I could have let go of that tree at any time, the thought never crossed my mind. I was very deep inside the place he had led us too.
He lifted my skirt and settled it around my waist, stepped back, and began to spank again. He didn’t double the belt over this time, but left it’s full length hanging as he spanked.
Just three hard spanks. It turns out the belt was too hard to control and the spanks were landing too high on my bottom, but the snapping effect of the top delivered sharp, stinging swats, and then he was holding me again.
He whispered that it was time to go, and I nodded. And I so didn’t want it to be time to go, but I reached for his hand as I stepped away from the tree, and he held mine tight. My mind was reeling, my head spinning. I had no idea how to get back to the car at that point, but he led me out of the trees and to the path, and then on to the car.
I wanted nothing more than to be gathered up and held tight as I tried to process everything that had just happened. I could see my panties peeking out of his pocket, and feel tears again in my eyes.
We got into the car and he pulled my panties from his pocket as I reached for a comb to try and make myself presentable again. He laid them over the console between the seats and directed the vent so that the heat would flow over them and dry them before I had to slide them back on … though they would still be pleasantly damp!
We didn’t talk a lot on the way back to the airport. Just … too many emotions vying for our attention. Too many thoughts … we’d never experienced anything like what had just happened.
My pussy still felt … full. Swollen. And my bottom was very warm, even though the spankings hadn’t been punishment spankings. They were a reminder that I was His Girl. A reminder of what that means. Though I was headed off to see friends, there were still His rules to be obeyed, His standards to live up too …
Reminder spankings are very special. They vary in intensity, and this time they had been slow and measured strokes, with lots of touching and teasing in between. Reminder spankings always leave His marks on me … my bottom or my thighs, the tops of my legs … my inner thighs. Somewhere I will be marked as His …
because … I am His!
December 18th, 2006 at 9:36 pm
Thanks so much for the kind words! I hope we can keep it entertaining for everyone.
And Cindy’s received MANY more spankings we have yet to share. Promise.
Dave
December 19th, 2006 at 4:56 pm
Dave, thanks for stopping by! I’ll definately lookforward to the new stories. Keep up the good work!