The little boat took us to a quiet part of the island. No-one much came here, he told us, so it was wonderful for privacy. We looked towards the golden beach with hidden little coves cut into the caves. I shivered in anticipation, despite the heat.
We watched for a moment as the boat turned, Master shouting instructions about when he should come back for us, then he turned and marched in the direction of the coves. I ran to catch up with him, breathless for more reason than one!
He found us a shaded but warm area that had rock in front and behind us, and a six foot wall of rock between us and the next cove. I dropped my bag and awaited instructions.
'Take the position' he demanded. Immediately I stripped off my clothes and sank to my knees in the sand. I waited as my Master circled me, looking at me. I waited for his fingers to find my wet cunt, as I was sure they would. Master always liked to inspect me there first, before anything else. I groaned with relief as his fingers found me, snaking inside to finger fuck me harshly.
'Perfect my slut. However, I feel the need to punish you today, to be harsh with you. Fetch my belt slut.'
I crawled quickly to my bag, searched out his thick leather belt and brought it quickly back to him. He ordered me into position. I stood facing away from the wall, my legs spread wide, hands moving down to ankles... waiting for the punishment to begin.
*****
'Oh damn' I thought to myself as I heard a boat slowing on the beach near us. I heard someone shout an instruction, then the boat moved off again. I realised someone else had interrupted our peace. I looked at my husband, lying next to me and sighed.
Typical I thought to myself as I heard the sound of their footsteps in the sand behind the wall of rock.
If we just lie still and quiet, maybe they'll never realise we're here. Being local, we never expect to see people on this part of the island, but the occasional few find it. We come here on our days off, to shed our clothes and take in the heat... then maybe fuck lazily once the sun has warmed our bodies.
I was just settling back into my dreams when I heard a demand, 'Take the position'. My eyes snapped open, 'what???' I thought to myself. I looked at Steve and saw he was looking as puzzled as I was. We waited quietly to see what would happen next. A soft groan reached us, before we heard another instruction. I gasped and sat up quickly, wondering what the hell was happening.
I looked round to Steve again, to see he'd sat up slowly and was looking at me strangely. He pulled me to my feet and walked towards the wall.
'No' I hissed at him... we can't look, they'll see us' but he kept pulling at my hand.
' I want to see this' was all he said.
We climbed slightly on the rocks, til we could see the other side of the wall. What I saw made me gasp. A woman, bent forwards, holding her ankles, her bare cunt and arse on display to us, while the naked man walked round her, holding a thick, leather belt. I gasped again, involuntarily. He heard me and looked towards us. I went to move back, but Steve held me firm.... made me wait.
The man smiled slightly and then began.
*****
The first hit is always the worst. You expect it, you wait for it, anticipate it... knowing it will sting, but wanting it all the same. And then it comes. And the pain is more real than you remembered, more real than you dreaded, but it's a good pain, a pain you wanted. And you groan, and you sigh. And then before you've recovered, you feel the next one. And the next.
But then he stopped... stopped at five... I was counting. My breathing was harsh, my mind starting to spin, my legs wobbling, but I wanted more. I groaned with disappointment, but waited. Waited patiently for him to tell me what was next.
'We have company my slut'
I gasped, but didn't move... knew he didn't expect me to.
'Sir?' I whispered to him.
