A Spaning in the Woods

The other day Master and I went on a couple mile hike at a place not far from Philadelphia. When we arrived at the parking lot I was bummed to see other cars and encounter a few people at the start of the trail.

It appeared there would be nothing big in terms of kinky play. However after about a mile and a half in we reached a dead end. There were 2 options. Turn around or attempt a water crossing without a bridge. We opted for the later despite there still being patches of snow on the ground and ice in the stream that lie ahead of us.

We hadn't seen anyone in since the beginning of the trail so Master began to empty his bladder at a tree off the trail. I followed him making sure no one was approaching. "Clean the piss off my cock slave," Master ordered me. I squatted low to the ground taking Master's cock into my mouth making sure to swirl my tongue around the head cleaning up every last drop of piss. I bobbed my head up and down a few times before getting back to my feet. Master put his cock away with a groan and I felt my pussy clinch at the emptiness I felt without having his cock inside of me.

We managed the crossing without getting wet though we got poked with thorns as we made our own path to find the trail on the other side.

When we finally made it back on the trail Master commented to me, "You know, I bet these long thorn branches would make a perfect cane after removing the thorns. They're long, thin and flexible."

"Oh my gosh," was my quick breathy whisper of a response.

I took the lead but I noticed Master crouch and use his knife to cut off one of the thorny branches. As we walked I was hyper aware of his meticulous attention to cutting off every single thorn from the branch before doing some test swings in the air.

As we rounded the corner we found ourselves situated between a hill with large rocks embedded into its side and large pine trees, still vibrant green with their pine needles, towering above. On the other side lie a river with an old elevated railroad track marked with graffiti.

I couldn't help thinking how secluded of a spot we stumbled upon. Yes it was right off the trail, but it was on the other side of a river on a cold weekday. Surely no one would venture this far especially when crossing a the water we did risked getting wet.

"Bend over and pull your pants down" Master ordered as if reading my mind. I took a few steps forward and pulled down my pants before placing my hands on the rocky hillside arching my back and pushing my ass into the air.

Master snapped some photos of me. Before telling me to pull my pants up. He was going to test his new thornless branch on my ass but would allow me my panties and leggings.

With my pussy throbbing with need, I did as he commanded. It didn't take long before I felt the sting of the branch on my ass. It was cold out so my ass stung more with the impact. He continued to deliver warm up strikes to my ass allowing me to adjust to the pain ever so slightly before bringing the branch down harder.

I cried out in pain though I tried to muffle it. I whimpered to Master murmurs of no more. "Take a couple more my babygirl" was his easy response. I whimpered more but I agreed wanting so badly to take more for my Master.

After a few more hard swings of the branch to my ass Master stopped and rubbed circles on my sore ass. He then ordered my pants and panties down to photograph the marks he left.

After Master got his pictures I pulled up my leggings. We started our retreat back to our spot but I hesitated. I like nature pictures too. I asked if Master would take some pictures of me and he agreed.

He ordered me to strip naked but gracefully granted me reprieve from removed my hiking boots to take off my panties and leggings. He said he would allow me to leave them at my ankles but I needed to strip the rest of my clothes off.

I slowly began stripping my layers off crying about how cold it was as each piece of clothing left my body. When I was bare Master began his photo shoot. I was displaying my body in the cold open forest air for my Master to examine and photograph and it was so thrilling. My pussy was absolutely dripping even as my body fought to shake the shivers from the chill setting in.

I displayed myself as Master ordered posing and sticking my ass and breasts out into the cold air. When I thought we were done I reached for my clothes in Master's hands only to have him jerk them out of my reach.

"Beg for them" was his simple command.

I whined and begged Master it was so cold out but he continued to hold the clothes. I begged more and more. I thought Master was going to give in, but to my surprise he turned and ran a short distance away.

"Run to me and let your tits bounce." He ordered.

He held up a phone to record me as I ran out in the cold open air to him and begged for my clothes again. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down with each step.

Master finally relented and passed me each article of clothing one by one until I was redressed. We continued on the rest of our hike with spanks here and there from Master's hand. Eventually we made it back to the car and went home. My ass stung the whole way home and served as a happy reminder of the events that transpired and my place in our relationship.