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Without a word I reached in my pocket and pulled out a Swiss Army knife she didn't realize I'd picked up on the way out the door. Smart girl that she was, she quickly figured out what I had planned and I'm sure realized it was my intent all along. She could have outrun me on the way to the lake and I still would have done this.
If you've heard about the effect of a willow branch, no matter what you've heard, it's probably understated. Suffice it to say that one has the ability to do as much damage as a bull whip.
I found a perfect branch and cut it from the tree.
"Oh God NO! Please Scott, not that, please don't! PLEASE" she begged.
I chuckled, "You don't even know what I'm going to do!"
"Obviously you're going to use that on me, I can't take that and you know it! Please!" there was desperation in her voice.
I just looked at her as I used the knife to strip off the leaves and bark and cut the switch to the proper length.
After a few practice swishes I was satisfied it was the perfect caning device. She was correct of course. I was going to use it on her, where didn't matter. And if I used it with half it's potential to inflict damage, she was right again, she wouldn't be able to take it. That wasn't my intent obviously, but she was going to experience yet another bout of pain on that nice round ass that had become my favorite target.
She started begging again, with an almost shriek in her voice from the fear "No, NO! Don't do it, I'm begging you don't!"
Calmly I looked at her and softly said, "Only a few, and I've told you, you need to learn to trust me. Since you clearly don't yet, I'm going to give you double what I originally planned! Sooner or later you'll learn."
With that remark, all the color drained from her face and I was afraid she might actually faint. She still didn't know where I intended to use my wicked little toy. I'm sure she was petrified I might use it on her tits. I knew she really couldn't take that though. I set the switch on the ground beside her and moved behind her.
Deciding to play with her mind a bit more before proceeding, I stood up and moved in front of her, lifting the front of her shirt until her tits were exposed and then tucking the hem into the neck.
Now she screamed, "NO NOT MY TITS, ANYTHING BUT THAT! THEY'RE TOO SORE! ANYTHING, I"LL DO ANYTHING!"
"You forget, I can do what I want, including whip your tits with this" I said as I bent to pick up the stick and hold it in front of her face, "and then you'll STILL do anything I want!"
She was shaking and sobbing, but had stopped saying anything.
"That's better" I said, sure she had no idea what I meant, because I didn't myself.
I laughed as I untucked her shirt and let it hang back in place. Once she realized I had been toying with her and wasn't going to whip her tits she sagged with relief.
"Okay, enough fooling around. It's time" I said as I moved around behind her.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, I slid them down to her ankles. Instantly her gluts tightened. My god she has a fine ass. Very tight and muscular, with very little fat. She would be able to take this even though it was going to hurt like a branding iron.
"If you tense up like that it's going to hurt all the more" I warned.
I'm not sure if she believed me or not, but I saw she was trying to relax. Naturally she couldn't let all the tension go.
I lined up the branch and tapped it very lightly across the middle of her buttocks. Instantly she tensed again. I just kept tapping as I spoke again, "Relax, I'm not going to wait all day."
After a few more taps she started to relax. As soon as she did I whipped the switch back and landing a forceful blow right across the middle of her ass.
She leapt up and screeched a blood curdling, animalistic howl.
Without a pause I laid a second blow on her ass about three inches lower.
This time all that came out of her mouth was a silent scream.
I surveyed my handiwork. It was perfect. The welts were already raising but the force had been exactly right. Sting like a motherfucker, raise a welt that would last a good long time and be sore for days, but didn't split the skin.
I paused to let the fire sink in. She couldn't stop jumping around and the tears were streaming down her face. Still no noise came out as she gasped for air.
If she was thinking, which I doubted, she could be praying that I'd planned on one and double was two. Again I doubted she'd regained her senses yet, but if I gave her another she'd know that meant at least one more after that. Doubling something always ends up with an even number.
I was sure she wasn't quite together yet when I let her have yet another, this one about three inches above the first. Now she had three perfect stripes spaced evenly up and down that lovely ass.
She'd regained enough breath that the third brought on a scream even more unearthly than the first.
She was sagging from the rope, her legs weren't supporting her at all. Her head was hanging and her chest was heaving as she sobbed violently. I was sure she had reached sub-space. That point where part of the brain disengages from the rest of the body and shuts down in order to tolerate the pain.
The doubling thing I'd told her was bullshit. I'd always planned to see how she handled it and stop at the right point. I was sure she could take one or two more, but that would probably mean I would have to abandon some of the plans I had for later. I was unwilling to do that even though the adrenalin rush I was getting from caning her like this was positively euphoric.
I decided it was enough. I reached down and pulled up her shorts. I actually had to heft her over my shoulder to untie the rope. Once that was done I laid her on a big mossy patch under the tree and left her to recover for a while.
It was so idyllic by the lake that the contrast of activity and environment was almost overwhelming. My hunting and fishing trips would never be the same! I strolled down the shore a ways and then back to where Laura lay. It had probably been about 20 minutes since I'd put her there when I returned.
She was just beginning to regain her senses when I got back. I sat down and just watched her for a few more minutes. She was still sobbing, but softly now, and her breathing was nearly normal. Not surprisingly, she was laying on her side so that neither her ass nor her tits were against the ground.
She looked so fucking hot I was tempted to take her right there, but patience can be a virtue I knew.
Finally I spoke to her, "Can you stand?"
She looked up as if just then realizing I was even there.
It took another minute or so for her eyes to fully focus and then she finally rasped, "I'm not sure."
"Let me help" I said as I leaned down and putting my hands under her armpits, lifted her to her feet as gently as I could. I had to hold her until she gained her balance. We just stood there with me steadying her for a few minutes longer.
"Walk?" I finally asked, adding "Take your time, go at whatever pace you can."
She looked at me with a kind of funny looked and started to almost shuffle toward the cabin rather unsteadily. I firmly took hold of her upper left arm with my right hand and more gently held her wrist in my left, steadying her as she walked.
I didn't have a watch, but I'd estimate it took us nearly 45 minutes to cover the half mile back to the cabin. By the time we got there she was reasonably stable and under her own power, but moving extremely tentatively.
As we entered the cabin she still hadn't said a word.
"Go wash your face, it will make you feel better" I directed, not knowing if it really would.
When she came out of the bath I told her to lie down and rest for a while. She still didn't speak, but just did as I'd said. She was very careful how she got onto the bed, again laying on her side.
I was sure she would sleep for a while. I pulled the door closed and went out to sit on the porch again and just enjoy a little solitude and ponder this entire nuttiness.
It was much to late for second thoughts, but I couldn't help but hope I was actually assisting John and Laura. As I reflected, I was sure that this was what Laura had wanted, and based on her reactions so far I was pretty sure that 'needed' was the right word too. Oh, I knew it was more than she'd experienced before, much more. And certainly more than she'd expected. I wondered if this experience was going to get it out of her system, or increase the need. Again based on the way she'd been reacting so far, I suspected the latter.
I didn't spend much time thinking about those issues though, I was thinking about how much I was enjoying myself, or rather enjoying using her. I was also thinking about my plan for the rest of my time with her. I still had a couple of things I definitely wanted us to experience together.
I sat there daydreaming until the sun started to go down and the air began to cool quickly. I went back inside and closed up the windows and decided it was time to light the fire, then organize dinner. It was time to go check on Laura, besides I was eager to swap the smaller butt plug for the large one.
When I opened the door to the bedroom I think the noise must have roused her because her eyes where just opening as I sat on the edge of the bed, but she still had a sleepy look.
I brushed the hair hanging in her eyes aside and asked her, "How you doing?"
As she fully woke I could tell she was mostly recovered. Sore to be sure, but had some fight back.
Not answering my question directly she glared at me and nearly spat, "How can you be such a fucking mean bastard one minute and so nice the next?"
I chuckled, "Well fucking mean bastard, by the way, is exactly what you asked for! As for the nice part, it's easy, I like you."
She shook her head, but grinned a bit.
I repeated my earlier question, "How are you?"
She stretched a little as if to try and assess the answer, "Okay I guess. I hurt like Hell!"
"Ready to have that little item in your ass removed?" I asked