There is something about the deep woods, even at mid-day, which is almost mysterious. Very little sunlight filters through - and you have the impression it’s almost twilight.
They walked holding hands, kissing, pretending to be teenagers. Before she met Denis, Katherine thought her life was boring. She went to work, visited dance clubs, read soft and not-so-soft core porn on the Internet, and wondered what it would be like to do serious discipline and bondage.
Denis changed that – took Katherine out of her fantasy world - introduced her to a whole new level of reality. Katherine loved to read his stories of bondage and disciple. They always aroused her, although he sometimes left her suspended, tormented, unfulfilled - waiting for an orgasm – needing to touch herself – needing those brief moments of private pleasure.
Katherine was not a virgin. Over the years she had her share of men and had sampled most of the conventional sexual practices. And recently, in a moment of bravery, she let another boyfriend tie her up, first her arms behind her back, and then another set of ropes around her breasts, before using his hands and a vibrator to bring her to an incredible orgasm.
They drove from Phoenix to Prescott on a Saturday morning. After a summer in the Valley, the cool mountain air was a welcome relief. Denis seemed to be following road signs, and soon they were entering a National Forest. He parked the car in a deserted location and asked Katherine to take off her underwear.
“Leave your panties in the car,” he told Kat after she had wriggled out of them. “You won’t need them for a while.”
Kat loved it when he told her to undress. Quickly she stuffed her panties into the glove compartment and got out of the car. Denis locked the door and started towards the woods and Kat had to scamper to catch up. She had no idea what was going to happen.
They walked for a while, holding hands, as Denis led Kat deeper and deeper into the forset. She wasn’t sure if it was by accident or design, but he found a birch tree and cut off three branches.
“The English love to punish their children with the birch, almost as much as they love canning them. If we ever go to there, to England or Scotland, we’ll have to find a store that still sells rattan canes. It will be something to play with some quiet evening at a cottage in the country.”
Kat watched as he set to work, stripping off the side shoots. When he was finished, all that was left was were the main stems, just over two feet long, very whippy. Katherine could see why he had chosen them. Buds had started to form along each, several inches apart. Each bud was thicker than the rest of the branch, and she was sure he chose them to leave marks on her ass.
When he was finished, Denis took her in his arms again, held her tightly, her arms behind her back, kissed her deeply. Through his trousers she could feel his erection.
“I’m only going to give you three today. I’ll probably never hit you again, unless you ask me to. But I want you to remember our first time, your first submission.”
They walked some more, finally came to the tree trunk. He asked her to bend over, to rest on her hands, to support herself, on the trunk. Denis lifted her skirt, stroked the backs of her legs from mid-thigh up. Kat’s skin was smooth; she had shaved her legs that morning in anticipation, something else to please him.
“Please, open your legs a little.”
Katherine inched her legs apart to give him better access. There was a cool breeze blowing through the forest, as his warm fingers began their invasion. Slowly, in and out, not too deep, first one finger, then two. Then his two fingers, wet with her juice, slowly circling her clitoris.
“Hmmmm.”
“You like that?” Denis asked. Kat wiggled her ass to let him know it was a silly question.
Denis stopped for a moment, stepped directly behind her. Kat could again feel his erection.
“It would be very easy to have you now, like this, in this position.”
At that moment, he could have fucked her swinging from a tree.
“But not today, my sweet. The first time I’m inside of you, it will be in a room, in a bed, face to face, when I can see your every response. You will be bound, as I know you will want to be, and you will be ready to receive me.”
Then he did something Kat had hoped for. He used one hand to spread her bottom, and one finger of the other to tease her. First it was just the lightest touch against the pucker of her asshole. Denis used just his finger tip, the middle finger, moving in a very slow circle. He stopped for a moment, into her pussy to wet his finger again, and then to slowly enter her.
At first, he didn’t go very deep. But he kept up the circular motion, teasing her, opening her.
“Oh, G-d, please?”
“Deeper?” From her Bondage profile Denis knew that Katherine was very anal, but you never know how women will respond the first time you touch them there, in that intimate place.
“Yes, please, deeper.”
“Just a little bit deeper, now, today. Maybe later, when we get back to the city, I’ll put something thicker than my finger back there.
“Hmmmmm.” Kat liked that idea.
Then Denis’s next request. “Please lean forward. Legs together, knees straight. Bend your elbows a little, I want your ass as high as possible.”
Katherine moved into the uncomfortable position. He adjusted her skirt, exposing her from waist to toes.
“Now be very still. I’m only going to give you three.”
She heard the hiss as the birch cut through the air, and then the immediate searing pain as it cut across her bottom.
“Ahh!”
“Only two more.”
Then the sound again, and the more insistent pain.
“Ahhh!”
“Shush. In England, school girls routinely take a dozen. Only one more for now. Straighten your legs, please. I want you to really feel this one.”
