Mountain High - The Sun Was Warm on Her Back
She looked down at his veiny cock, pink and stiff in the morning sun. His eyes were closed and lips smiling. The cabin door was open to let the sun and warm morning air inside. She supposed that breakfast would be needed.
"You are thinking. That is not permitted. Your high class cunt needs him and you know it. Must you be strung up again?"
Catherine flinched as she remembered the pain of his nasty cane landing across her ass. The memory sent a gush of fluid from her bottom onto his thigh. She thought that she supposed a lot of things, but here at his cabin they meant very little. She had discovered too late that accepting an invitation to a weekend at his family's mountain cabin meant that only his rules counted at the beautiful destination.
They hadn't even finished putting away the groceries when she turned around and his clothes were on the floor. She was shocked into immobility, watching the penis lengthen and stiffen. Suddenly, she was seeing a naked male body, full of muscles that included an oversize penis.
"Up here with no one around, we are casual about clothing. It feels liberating to be naked, don't you think?"
She didn't think any such thing, but the look in his dark eyes suggested he would assist with clothing removal if she didn't do it soon.
"Perhaps I should check the car for any more luggage?"
"Good idea." He followed her to the porch and sat on the top step, his appendage dangling. She peeked between her legs while bent over looking in the trunk, and found his eyes on her backside.
"You have the nicest body of any woman who has been here. Even my mother and sister, who are competitive athletes, would be impressed. Come sit with me and get some sun."
Something possessed her to stand on the lower step in front of him, blocking the sun from his eyes and dropping one piece of clothing after another.
"You are going to have me aren't you? Right here, on the front steps of your cabin, in front of God and everybody."
She could see him getting harder and harder. A hand reached up to caress her breast. Another hand drew her to his lap, straddled across his thighs. He was right, the sun on her bare skin felt wonderful. Her hand was drawn magnetically to the stiff cock.
Some forgotten teen age girl impulse made her jump up. "No, we can't do this."
She was in the cabin doorway when he caught up. Quickly, her hands were fastened to cuffs over her head and she was on tiptoes, swaying back and forth in the opening. The smack of the thin cane on her rear was like fire. She screamed loudly, "Nooo!"
She heard clicks and realized the red stripe across her behind was being preserved for posterity. She tried to reason with him, "Martin, please let me down. I'm sorry I was bratty. I just wasn't prepared for your rough and ready seduction."
"I'm disappointed in you, Catherine. Such a lovely body. But your mind seems to be in the wrong place. Lucky for you, I have the perfect cure."
Smack! The second blow of the cane was worse than the first. Through the pain, she realized the brutal treatment was turning her on. How could that be?
When he brushed past to stand in front, there was a small flogger in his hand. "Are you anxious to feel my cock inside you yet?"
The sun was warm in front, and the blows to her ass provided warmth in back. Her pussy was dripping. She couldn't take more of this. It was humiliating.
The blow to her crotch was hard and sent a terrific shock through all her female parts. "Ahhhh!"
"I..." The second flogger blow was across her breasts, both of them at once, and she blacked out.
Minutes later, when she came back to consciousness, he was sitting on the top step again. The only problem was that she was spread across his lap and the horrible cock was buried exactly where he wanted it. His hands had her hips, keeping them tightly coupled. The view down the Valley was very nice. She remembered that this position was called reverse cowgirl. Her insides were clenching him, even though they shouldn't.
"Relax and enjoy the sun. Forget that any discipline was needed." Parts of her stung badly, but other parts tingled wildly. The cock twitched, reminding her of a new reality. She kept her eyes closed, wondering how to escape. He gave another little thrust and her traitorous body squeezed back.
His fingers worked the muscles up and down her spine, which felt wonderful. Should she give in? What would it be like to spend days here, a captive of the mountain man, who had dropped all his social veneer and had just beat her and fucked her without any warning?
In his bed on the second morning, watching the eager cock in the sun, she marveled at the capitulation. That first time on the steps, only yesterday, he had worked her to a fine climax, screaming an orgasm to the sky. He put ointment on the savaged parts and said he hoped no further attitude adjustment was required.
There was a hike up the hill behind the cabin, followed by an incredibly nice sandwich lunch with premium IPA that made her head light. Lying naked in the grass, she had decided life was not all bad, even if she had been violated without consent. His roaming fingers made her tingle all over again. His seductive voice kept sending passionate compliments her way. Then, in the warm sun, a nozzle on the sex cream tube was squirting inside. Keeping her eyes closed, she asked, "Really?"
"If you blank your mind and relax in the sun, you will feel a need. A need only I can fix."
Before she could think to tell him no, the big cock was back, bigger and harder than ever. She didn't make any noise as he bottomed this time. The horrible cock felt so nice, so perfect there on the hillside. He turned them over and she lay on his chest, absorbing hot midday sun on her back and coming peacefully on the cock.
Back in the present, the sunlit penis twitched and he asked, "Well?"
"Am I permitted to say 'Later?' "
