A Quic Trip to the Par

Stepping from the car she said, "Pretend you’re on a three foot leash". Without waiting for a reply, she struck off across the parking lot of the conservation area at a brisk pace. He trotted to get within the three feet as quickly as possible, then made sure that he stayed close as they crossed into the area’s closely spaced pine trees.

Once they were out of sight of other park users, she stopped long enough to order him to unzip and expose his cock and balls, and the steel ring that he was required to wear permanently around them. While she had not worn a wedding ring since shortly after they married, he was required to always bear this symbol of ownership.

She pulled a leash from her pocket, about three feet long of course, clipped it to the ring and struck off deeper into the woods. Considering the way she dipped and weaved through the low hanging tree limbs, he thought that he would be lucky if he was still in one piece when they arrived at wherever it was that she was headed. As it was, his nuts were on fire from the yanking of the leash as he struggled to keep pace.

Reaching a small clearing, she stopped, turned to him, and undid the belt of his jeans so that they fell to his ankles. "Down", and he dropped to his knees. She dropped the leash, but any momentary relief he may have felt disappeared when she shoved him facedown into the thick coat of old needles from the trees all around them. His bruised and stretched genitals felt the point of every one. It was almost like she was raking her sharp nails across him, one of her favorite pastimes.

Ever since they had parked the car, he had been anticipating this. He had shared with her a fantasy of being used in the woods, but he didn't know if she would ever let him experience it. After all, there was a certain element of risk involved; the possibility of discovery.

As the first strike of the supple tree limb turned whip she had picked up landed on his ass, he knew that she wasn't going to let that possibility temper her actions. "I've always wanted to get a really good glow off of your ass, love, and today we have lots of time to play. So I hope you're ready for a real ride." The mixture of fear and anticipation was maddening. He had always encouraged her dominant and even violent side. Why? Who knew? Who cared? He was attracted to it like a moth to a flame. At first hesitant, even afraid, she had gradually grown to accept that part of herself that enjoyed dominating and hurting him physically. She didn't understand it any more than he did, but now it was just an accepted fact that if she was a little annoyed, the best response was a sharp yank on one of his nipples, or some equally painful but satisfying act.

This little bit of reflection flashed through his mind as she continued to apply the whip. It took a long time. She seemed really determined to get a uniform red spread across his ass cheeks. As they progressed, she had to take more frequent breaks to avoid passing his pain threshold. The pain was tremendous, and he begged almost continuously for her to stop. But she knew this man now. "You hate it now, but tomorrow, you'll be begging me for more. Won't you?"

"Yes", was almost more than he could manage between clenched teeth. But he knew she was right.

Eventually she was satisfied. And once she was, she seemed to dismiss the whole episode. "Okay, roll over," was her only comment. She laughed at his groans of agony as his abused ass rubbed into the needles. She put her foot between his legs and toyed with his cock for a few minutes. He had gotten soft during the whipping, but was soon rock hard again. Painfully so after what he had been though. She seemed to consider for a moment, then dismissed it. With no wasted action, she simply slipped off her pants, climbed on his face, and rode his tongue until she climaxed.

Just as negligently, she got up, looked down at him and laughed. "You were right, this was a good idea. I'm going on home now. You get cleaned up when you feel like it and meet me. It's about a half-hour walk. I'll give you an hour. Any later and your dinner will be in your dog dish. Mmmm, come to think of it, it probably will be anyway."

And she walked off into the trees, leaving him thoroughly used, abused, and, yes, already begging for more.