I glugged from a bottle of water before reclining into the hot August sands. The secluded cove afforded me little company, although the gulls seemed to echo the noise in my head as I lit a joint and closed my eyes, allowing the heat of the burning sun to penetrate my closed eyelids whilst the burning curves of sand massaged my fatigued muscles.
It appeared to me that there are more things held in our imagination than could or should ever exist in reality and if I ever got hold of the bastard flying insect that was playing hop-scotch on my leg I would...
My train of thought was interrupted by a sigh so soft that I could have believed it was the wind if I didn't know that my girl was laid out on the rocks to my right. I didn't turn my head but she knew I was still there. She wouldn't doubt it for a minute.
Smiling broadly I remembered her cries for more, interspersed with her desperate pleadings. Then I felt a pang of guilt. Mary mother of god... it can't be right to drill holes into millennia old rock... but how else would I be able to secure her so completely.
Turning my head to look at her now I admired the bolts and chains keeping her so securely fastened on her back to the sandstone. Ankles and wrists embraced in iron gleaming hard in the mid-afternoon sun giving me the bone again. How can she make me so hard just by doing nothing...
A small protest escaped from her throat catching my attention once again. She didn't stir, didn't strain. Clever, my girl. I mean, what would be the point? She was going nowhere until I decided so.
Looking out to sea I felt a rush as I saw the tide turn and begin to flow in again. Within 2 hours the cove would be completely submerged once again. I had fastened and unfastened the shackles several times to ensure quick release but even that didn't dispel the possibility that the key could go astray or even that a sudden heart attack on my part could throw a spanner in the works. I hadn't gone so far as to bring bolt cutters.
She knew this. And still she didn't strain. I smiled at how lucky I was to have such an obedient, trusting girl. I do believe she would die for me which only gives me more reason to keep her alive. I love my baby, especially when laid out so beautifully...
Standing, I walked close to observe her. Her wonderful body splayed out on the rock. Alabaster skin flushed with the sun, and my history all over her body. Thumb prints, hand marks, lines, bruises, cuts and... my eyes were suddenly drawn to her neck. Three fine red welts from the twine I'd used to strangle my sweetheart. I'd never seen a sight so beautiful than my love turning blue for me, and those perfect lines on her throat saying more than a physical collar ever could.
I trailed my fingers over the welts and watched her whole body rise and shiver as her mouth opened so sweetly. So sweetly I felt compelled to stick my cock in it. She loves my cock, my baby, she loved it so much she started crying as I poked it sweetly between her salty lips, into her cheek, down her open throat and out again to rub over her sweet lips. Following the trail over her chin and down to her wounded neck I rubbed my swollen end over the abrasions causing her to gasp sharply.
It occurred to me that my baby's back was unmarked. I felt a pang of discontent looking at her beautifully marred skin knowing that her back was bare. Without further consideration I quickly unbolted both ankles and picked her up, flipping her over perpendicular omitting any need to alter her wrist fittings. The rock was a perfect size, causing her to kneel on the rock behind her in invitation...
I had, within a matter of seconds, located 6 strands of dried seaweed. I'd administered six swift strokes across her rump before it even registered that she was crying out in delight. That's what I love about my baby, she always wants more... even when the crying turned into a sob slightly less full of delight...
Further flogging ensued before my eyes drifted to some smashed up stones close to my feet which I quickly picked up and began to draw delicately throbbing welts over her back, arse and thighs. I continued in this fashion until there was barely an inch of skin left unmarked and followed with an extended hand slapping until the welts stood on end.
