After nearly an hour of packing I was finally ready to go. I sat in my chair, relaxing for a moment as I watched her sleep. The heat from the coffee warming my hands and throat, as I slowly sipped it.
I was up earlier than normal, as I had planned a day for us. During last night's required journal reading I had learned she still had an unfulfilled fantasy. She had always wanted to be fucked against a tree. I had been somewhat surprised, as we had been living the D/s lifestyle for many years.
Sara was my masochist sub. I had been a Dom in the lifestyle for many years practicing bondage and discipline with various subs. It was frightening how quickly we hit it off when meeting for the first time at a local underground club. It was obvious very quickly of her need for pain. Sara helped me realize just how sadistic I could be.
As Sara began to stir I knew she would be awake soon. I'm certain she could feel when I watched her in her sleep. I quietly walked to the kitchen to get her a cup of tea and to refill my coffee.
As I approached the bed, I admired the curves of her body under the thin sheets. Her round ass and breasts created little mounds in the covers. My cock hardened somewhat as she spread her legs, stretching as she awakened. God, I loved how moist her pussy was in the morning.
As I scanned back to her face, I watched her eyes open. She was obviously confused, likely at finding me awake. For a quick moment she took me in, fully clothed with two cups in my hand. I watched as the uncertainty filled her face. This was not our routine. She was supposed to be awake, have made coffee, the dogs fed, and back into bed for her breakfast, my come.
I sat down in my chair as she sat up wide-awake. I placed both cups on the small table, as she jumped out of bed and into my lap. She assumed her position, curled up, legs tucked to her breasts, head on my chest.
"Michael, I'm so sorry," she began. "I did not mean to oversleep, what time is it?"
"Shh." I said softly. I figured not being able to see my face was killing her. A smile crossed my face as I held her tightly feeling her warmth.
I reached for her tea, handing it to her. "Your tea, my pet," I said. I watched as her small hands wrapped around the mug, feeling its warmth.
"Thank you Michael," she replied. She was out of her element because of the change in our routine.
"Tell me of your dreams, my pet," I said softly. She began to fill me in on an elaborate dream where she was not allowed to come. It weaved across several different environments, bright colors, and interesting characters.
I laughed at the end as I added, "I dreamed of a line of girls that needed to be spanked." Apparently, our differences were not so big in dream land either.
As we spoke my hand glided across her tight ass; my fingers followed its contours, occasionally sliding across her crack. Her glutes were tight even as she relaxed. The miles of running had been great for her, and for me. I tried to ascertain by feel alone if the welts from yesterday's spanking were still present.
"We have a very busy day today," I began. "Please hurry, and do as I say." The soft tone of my voice appeared to relax her somewhat, though from experience she knew that my voice could be deceptive.
She set her cup down and I could feel her lust. As she had awakened so had her ache, her need. She placed her open hand on my chest, feeling my muscles. I placed my empty cup down as well, as my hand began to explore between her legs. My hand hot from the cup, I found her pussy wet and yearning.
She moaned in my ear as I teased her clit for a quick second. Moistening my fingers with her sweet juices for a moment before stopping. Kissing her head I whispered, "Not now my pet, we have a lot to do today."
Looking at her face I could see her lip pouting. "Shush!" I said, as I smacked her ass firmly. "I have clothes set out for you. Make sure you pull your hair up today and stay light on the make-up and perfume," I directed.
I easily lifted her small frame off of me and sent her to the bathroom to get ready. I headed to our closet to retrieve the last few items that I would need for the day.
As I passed the bathroom I watched as she checked out the clothes I'd laid out, pink tank top, white cotton panties, short blue denim shorts, long socks and hiking boots. Surely, she had figured out we were going hiking today.
She pulled her hair into a simple ponytail; she pulled it back almost a little too tightly with a hair tie. She quickly brushed her teeth and applied make-up as directed.
After she finished, she found me in the kitchen waiting for her, leaning against the counter, walking stick in hand, and backpack at my feet. I smiled in approval of how she looked. "Thank you for getting ready so quickly," I said. "We have just enough time to wake up that sweet ass of yours."
Stepping close, I bent her over the counter. Her face quickly went from surprise to pain as I placed several spanks across her backside. The rivets of her shorts stung my hand, as I spanked each cheek. She expertly stretched her arms outward along the counter as I continued to spank.
The sound of my hand spanking her ass was loud in the quiet of the morning. She began to cry out as the sharp pain began to run down her legs. I admired her ass in the shorts that I had picked out. With her bent over, there was just a thin strip of material covering her pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long before it was soaked.
I slowed down for a moment and pulled her ponytail hard, lifting her face from the counter. "Did you think I would forget your morning spanking?" I asked quietly.
"No, Michael," she replied, breathing hard. Reaching under her chest I found her breast and then a nipple. I smiled, knowing that she would be mad that I did not select a bra for her to wear today.
Squeezing hard as she began to scream out. She squirmed and began to cry as I started the countdown from ten. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4." Then I counted much more slowly, "3. 2. 1."
As I finished counting, I immediately released my grip on her nipple. Her sobs came loudly as I felt her desire to curl on top of the counter in pain. I ran my hand softly across her back. I spoke to her quietly, "You please me, my pet." The soft tone and low level of my voice calmed her as she strained to hear me over her cries.
After a few minutes of caring for her I knew that the sharp pain of her nipple would be replaced with a warm burn. I smiled, as her tear stained face appeared relaxed and ready for more spankings
I began again. My hand turned red, throbbing, as I increased my intensity on her ass. My hand lifting her cheeks each time I struck. Her sobs were constant as she shook her ass to and fro to meet my hand. Again I slowed the pace as I ran my hand between her legs. The material was now soaked through; it moistened my fingers. I placed my fingers in my mouth to taste her sweetness. She slowly arched her back as I began to rub on the material covering her clit. I could almost feel her ache, her desire to come.
I took a step back and picked up my walking stick. The knots of the smooth wood were slightly rough in my sensitized hand. I delivered two quick strikes with the thick stick, before she could react to the first one.
Her arched back looked amazing as she screamed out in pain. Her cries of "Oww oww oww!" filled the room. Her hands clenched as she tried to grab at the tile countertop. I knew that the two strikes would have left immediate welts on even her seasoned ass. I set the stick aside and stepped close and allowed her to cry into my chest for a moment.
My arms held her tightly as I spoke, using a quiet, soothing tone. "You please me. You are a great pet, my little one. Now come, we must go."
I felt her shock before she spoke through her sobs. "We are finished? Please, may I come Michael?" she pleaded. Her clit was obviously aching from not being able to release.
She eyed the bulge in my shorts, her desire teetered at a dangerous level. She reached out and grabbed at my cock. "Please, may I come?" she pleaded again.
Smiling I removed her hand, kissing her wet face. "We must go my pet, there is not time," I whispered.
I picked up the backpack and grabbed her hand as we headed to the truck. During our trip, I watched as she moved uncomfortably in her seat. She switched from side to side, the pain relentless in her ass. Her clit and body were clearly tormented as she tried to keep her legs spread just a bit. I turned on the radio, trying to concentrate on something other than her sexy body.
After a two-hour drive, we arrived at the gates of Zion National Park. I assumed she knew that we would be hiking a trail called Angel's Landing. It was a beautiful trail I knew well, as I had hiked it often. I had told her about it, and knew she would have a hard time with it because of her fear of heights. I imagined the hardest section would be the chains. The chains were about a mile long section of thin rock, with a chain handrail to keep from falling thousands of feet to the ground.
We hit the trail before the sun came up. The cool breeze from the river hit us as we crossed the bridge to the trailhead. The soft sand under our boots made it feel as if we were walking on the beach.
Soon enough we were climbing. The sand dropped away to packed dirt, as the switchback sections appeared. We ascended at a good pace, the sound of crickets began to diminish as the sun peeked over the red mountains.
I stopped for a moment and had her sit on a rock wall. I took out my phone to get a picture of her with the sunrise. The overlook matched her beauty, with the far off mountains and high desert scene.
We set off again. I had her lead, knowing that I wanted to watch her ass for a bit. I smiled as I occasionally caught a glimpse of the redness under her shorts.
I knew that as we hiked the morning's spankings tormented her. Her shorts had to be rubbing on her raw ass. The steep incline caused her to lift her legs higher continuing to torment her already swollen clit.
The air cooled and thinned the higher we hiked. Our breathing became harder with the increased effort. I stopped so we could rest and catch our breath for a moment; we enjoyed the view and the sounds of the birds.
I noticed her cold hard nipples poking through her tank top as she took a drink of water. Reaching out I squeezed the same nipple I'd tormented earlier.
Water sprayed from her mouth as she gasped, "Michael!" The intense pain nearly dropped her to her knees. I smiled, satisfied as I kissed her forehead.
