eenslaved: He found a young sapling and cut off a suitable switch of a good length. The switch was w
eenslaved: He found a young sapling and cut off a suitable switch of a good length. The switch was whippy but stiff. “You were a brat,” he told her. “You didn’t lift a finger to help set up camp, and then you had the nerve to bitch, bitch, bitch.” “You knew I didn’t like camping!” “Tough shit babe, you still got no call acting out and being a brat. Now slide your fucking panties down and roll over onto your stomach.” His voice turned hard. ”Do not make me repeat myself, little girl.” Just like that, all the air was sucked out of their tent in the middle of the woods. She turned over on the sleeping bag and stared at the pile of their provisions in the corner of the tent. His big hand was warm on her thigh. His hand tightened briefly, in warning, and the next thing she knew, her skirt had been whipped up over her ass and her underwear jerked down. He had told her to wear appropriate gear for walking around. She had ignored him. He hadn’t made a comment at the time, his eyes flashing once, but she had a feeling now she was going to pay for it. He folded up a pillow and slid it under her. She looked back at him anxiously. He met her gaze, holding it, letting her see what she needed to see to be reassured. He said firmly, “Face forward, little girl.” He caressed the soft cheeks of her ass, admiring the feel of the smooth skin, anticipating the way he would stripe it. “You know what’s so great about camping way out here?” he said conversationally. “I don’t have to gag you. You can scream as loud as you want. Now, count.” He laid the whippy switch down across her tender ass. She cried out something wordless at the sharp slice of pain and quickly said, “One.” “One?” “One…Daddy.” “Good girl.” He laid down another stripe, slightly below the first. Another cry, and then a sobbed, “Two, Daddy.” He made her count up to ten. She screamed, then sobbed, and did both with her head down, the sleeping bag scrunched beneath her fists, her hair all of her face. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her damp face before arranging her face down over his lap. She struggled weakly a little, but settled when he squeezed her sore ass. “That was for being a disrespectful and bitchy. This is for not following my instructions about appropriate hiking wear.” She lay over his lap and he alternately spanked her and felt between her legs, pinching her clitoris delicately and thrusting fingers into her vagina. Followed by more spanking. Her bottom was burning under his hand. His hand covered both cheeks at once. The sound of his hand smacking her flesh seemed much louder, out here alone. She squirmed in his lap, rubbing her stomach all over his cock. He slapped her ass and watched it quiver while enjoying the feel of her rocking on his erection. First trying to get away, and then trying to get closer. He paused and she didn’t buck at all, just lay over his lap, limp and docile. He turned her, cradling her with one arm. His other hand teased and twisted her nipples. More twisting than teasing since this was a punishment. She shuddered painfully, her eyes still teary and glazed, but her hands lay at her, not moving to block him in any way as he tweaked her nipples into stiff erect peaks. “Please…” She was panting high and hard. Her voice was thin and a little hoarse. He pinched a nipple cruelly. “Please, what?” A long silence. Whispered, “Please…Daddy. Please let me cum.” He fucked her flat on her back, her punished ass rasping across the synthetic material a stinging reminder. He had her replace his hands on her tits with her own. She clamped her own tits hard, squeezing harder than even he might have, all the way through her fucking, during her orgasm which made her wild-eyed and breathless, and his own, and she kept doing it like a good girl, until he gave her permission to stop. -- source link