Ch 7 The Great Outdoors

Sunday Morning, I wake up early again. To my recurrent annoyance, the moment I turned forty, my body decided to completely forget about the concept of sleeping in. Sarah, on the other hand, is an absolute champion sleeper. If it were an Olympic discipline, she could sleep for England. She is looking peaceful and happy doing it, too. Lucky her.

When I get out of bed, I get a good look at her naked bum. There are still slightly red splodges from last night's blowjob spanking. I get hard just looking at them.

I make my coffee, have some toast, and go for a workout and some shopping. On my way back, Sarah sends me a text message. My heart makes a somersault when I read it: "Treat me roughly, Sir."

When I have returned and put away the shopping, I go find my pet. Knowing her, the best place to look is in bed. I open the door and find her leaning against a pillow propped up against the headboard. She is naked as far as I can tell, and only half covered by the blanket. She is reading my paper, eating toast and drinking coffee. Her hands are cuffed together with the fluffy handcuffs, and she is wearing the ball gag as a necklace again.

"Hello Sir," she greets me, eyes downcast.

Her words, inviting me to play, have an instant effect on my cock. "Hello pet", I respond. My workout has invigorated me and I'm just as ready as she is.

I walk up to her and put my hand on her cheek. She looks at me. "I am going to try a rougher style of play now, pet," I tell her softly. "If it's too much, let me know."

She smiles widely and I see her nipples harden. She's up for it, all right. She looks up to me and nods.

As a first act, I roughly pull the blanket from her. She's indeed naked. I smack her thigh. "What's this, pet?" I bark.

"Sir, I..." she starts, dropping her toast.

"Shut up. There's crumbs everywhere. Look at you, there's even marmelade on your tits." I grab her full breast, which, indeed, has a tiny speck of marmelade near her perky nipple. "And no thong. Have you no decency, pet?"

"Sir, I..." she starts again, looking at me apprehensively. Her face and chest are flushed, and her nipples rock-hard.

"Shut up, I said." I pull up the ball gag so it slots into her mouth. "We will need to get you clean." I grab her cuffed wrists and drag her out of the bed. I pull her behind me and she stumbles to the shower, making alarmed sounds through the gag. I push her into the shower cabin and then I see she is wearing the anal plug again.

From behind, I grab her wrists and pull them up above her head. My other hand fondles her bum roughly, and then I pretend to discover the plug. "And what's this? Your princess plug? Wearing it without my permission?" I smack her bum hard and she squeals in her gag.

"What have you got to say for yourself, pet?" I ask her sternly, but of course she can only make incomprehensible sounds.

I use both my hands to undo one of the cuffs, attach them to the shower railing, and cuff her wrist again. Now, she is standing flat on her feet, straight up, with her hands tied to the shower railing above her head. Her body is stretched but not overly uncomfortable. I break out of my role briefly, and whisper in her ear: "are you okay?" She nods, eyes closed, and moans softly in appreciation.

"No thong, wearing your anal plug without permission, getting crumbs all over the bed and your tits smeared in marmelade," I snarl. "You're going to get a severe spanking, pet." I smack her behind again, and again, and she squeals. "Move those hips for me," I order, and she starts gyrating her hips lewdly, circling and swaying, as much as her bonds allow. Smack! Smack! My hand lands on her behind with force, leaving red marks immediately.

I push her to the side, out of the way of the overhead shower. I switch it on, so I can adjust the water to a pleasant temperature. When the water is perfect, I roughly pull her under the shower again. "Move your hips!" I order and she starts her lewd dance again, now while getting rained on by warm water from the shower. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! More hard spanks.

"Keep going," I tell her as I leave the shower cubicle to undress and fetch my paddle. I take my time, making myself a fresh cup of coffee and drinking it. When I return after three minutes, I find her as I left her, tied to the shower rail, plugged and gagged, making lewd gyrating movements with her hips.

Smack! I let the paddle land on her cheek immediately. Smack! Again. The wetness adds to the sting, as does the fact that I have not warmed her up at all this time. "I am going to mark you, pet. You're going to feel you're mine for the rest of the day." She moans loudly at my forecast. Smack! Smack! Smack! At least ten spanks land on each bum cheek, conjuring up red splotches all over her soaked bottom. She pants and whimpers at each impact.

"Turn around," I order, and she obeys. Her chest is heaving, her eyes are wide and her face is flushed. I drop the paddle and grab her breast roughly, and with my other hand remove the gag to kiss her forcefully. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her and fondle her tits. Then, my hand reaches around her and spanks her bum, hard. She squeals into my kiss. I break the kiss to bark "Who told you to stop moving your hips?" I spank her again and again, and start kissing her again. With each smack, she moans softly into my mouth.

I stop kissing her and replace her ball gag. My mouth lowers itself to her lush tits, licking and sucking them, and gently biting her nipples. My one hand slides further down to her pussy, parting her slick lips and caressing her clit, while my other hand keeps spanking her. She pants her high-pitched moans: Yhhh, ahhhhh, yhhh" into the gag.

I brusquely turn her around again. She keeps moving. From behind, I grab her tits and fondle them roughly. Her red-hot bum pushes against my erection and she moans, gyrating and swaying against my hips.

"Look at you pet, all tied up, plugged and gagged. You're helpless, pet. I am going to punish and use you, and nothing you can do about it." She moans loudly while the shower keeps raining warm water on us.

I take a step back and spank her wet arse with the paddle, again and again. Each cheek receives at least twenty hard smacks. Her bum is fiery red, and she has stopped her horny gyrating. She is panting and squirming in her bonds, moaning uncontrollably. I toss the paddle to the side and grab a condom that I have put, with unnatural foresight, on the washing basin. I put it on and walk up to her. I caress her from behind while she pants heavily, the water still raining down on her. I finger her pussy and find she is totally ready for me. With some effort, I manage to enter her from behind.

I immediately find out the difference between real life and a porn clip: it is quite difficult to fuck her in this position. Only with one hand firmly on her hip and the other hand caressing her clit, and my knees slightly bent to make up for the height difference, I manage to thrust into her. The position is slightly awkward and takes quite a bit of strength. I praise myself lucky that I skipped some of the squats and lunges during my workout this morning. If today had been leg day, I would have been in trouble now. But, I have to admit, the feeling is amazing. She feels very tight, and she bucks her hips wildly with erotic arousal.

I briefly let go of her hip to take the gag out of her mouth. I want her vocal as I fuck her. And vocal she is. "YESSS," she screams, "yessss, oh yess fuck me!" And as I caress her clit and thrust into her tight wet pussy, we both build towards our climax rapidly. "Please Sir," she moans, "pleeeaaassseeee....."

"Yes pet," I groan, "you may come for your Sir."

"Oooohhhh!" With a loud wail, she orgasms on my fingers and cock. The spasming of her pussy sends me over the edge as well, and I come in hot greedy spurts. As I do, I feel her knees buckling, and I catch her and hold her while my cock still spasms. When I come around slightly, I manage to untie her hands so I can properly hold her up. My cock slips out of her, and I take her into my arms and hold her tightly.

Only then I notice the warm water from the shower still raining on our heads. I switch off the shower and caress her, all the while telling her that she did great, and I love her, and I'm proud of her. She sighs, and presses her body against mine as I caress and console her. Then, I carefully dry her, put a soothing cream on her bright-red behind, and lead her back to the bed for some more cuddling. I remember the anal plug, and carefully position her to take it out. She lets out a small whimper when I do so, and she seems to snap out of her trance-like post-coital state.

"Oh... Wow. That was... Hot. Quite heavy, but hot. Wow. I was hoping you'd take me this far, and you did. Thank you. You read my mind."

"Well, you did ask me to treat you roughly. It was an experiment for me too. Roleplaying a rough master. I'm not really like that, you know?"

"Oh you don't say," she laughs.

"But it was fun to act out -- I was worried about you though. Especially when I gagged you -- I realised too late that you could not tell me what you wanted anymore..."

"But you kept checking in, that was so good. You gave me the chance to really surrender. You caught me too, when I came. I can really trust you."

Sarah looks at me and I get lost in her lovely brown eyes with the specks of green. "You can, my love," I say. She pulls me towards her and we kiss. "But we ought to talk more, about our wishes and boundaries."

"Yeah..." She sighs. "But you know, I'm well beyond the reach of my communicative capabilities here... It is already a great step forwards for me that I feel free enough to challenge you to play. You know my history. Before, I couldn't even talk about wanting any of this."

"And neither could I."

"So the fact that we are here, doing this, and both enjoying this... You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Suddenly, she is insecure.

"Don't you know? I love this. You're right, we're doing great. And we'll find out more as we go along, right?"

"Yes..." She yawns, and cuddles up to me. I hold her in my arms as she falls asleep, like she always does after hot sex. I let her sleep in my arms, and soon drift off as well. An hour later, we wake up drowsy and hungry. She gets out of bed and I admire her backside, still quite red. "Oof, you must be quite sore," I wince. "I had read spankings are a lot nastier on a wet arse, but now I can see it for real."

"I think I am going to feel this all day. Or maybe even longer." She smiles at me. "It smarts, but I love it. I was mustering up the courage for asking you to spank me hard enough that I would still feel it tomorrow, and I suppose I got what I wished for."

"That's beautiful, love."

"It is."

While we prepare a simple lunch of green salad and sandwiches together, she shows me more of her vulnerable side. "And you? What's in it for you, in this dynamic we're having?"

I put down the sandwich I am currently buttering and think briefly. "You give me the chance to take charge, to be creative, to create and shape a situation. I can be in charge of building the world in which we play. I have never had that before, that I could be so strong with someone, so creative and experimental. In past relationships, I always held back, too afraid of what the other would think or say. With you, I feel freedom, because I feel our deepest wishes align." I am impressed with my own self-reflection, vocalising my feelings and needs never having been my forte.

"What was your last relationship like? You said you were together for ten years? That's quite a long time..."

"It was. In the end, we just drifted apart. And of course the fact that we couldn't have kids together, that separated us as well."

Sarah visibly stiffens and blanches. The split-second decision she makes to swallow her disappointment and not talk about it further is clearly visible in the furious way she starts chopping the poor spring onion on the board in minuscule pieces.

"Sarah? What's the matter?" I ask her, knowing full well what it is.

"Nothing." More angry chopping.

"It's the children, isn't it?" She looks at me, with sad eyes.

"D'you know, it turned out there wasn't anything wrong with me, or her. We should have been perfectly capable of conceiving kids. But somehow we weren't compatible. One of those things, the doctor said." I walk up to her. "That really touched you, didn't it?" She nods, with sudden tears in her eyes.

"Do you want children?"

"I do."

"So do I." I take her into my arms. "Thank you for this. You have just shown me how serious you are about me, that means a lot."

"Sorry," she says.

"For what?"

"For... well, we've hardly known each other for a week, and I'm worried about whether we'll have children. That's bonkers. And this is my pattern, right? There's something that I need or want, and I don't talk about it. If you hadn't said anything, I would have let it come between us."

"Yes but we are talking about it, right? It doesn't need to be our pattern, just because it was your pattern in the past. And mine, to be honest. So... Kids, huh? How many will we be having?"

"Don't you think we're moving too fast? We can't already be at the stage where we talk about having children?"

"It comes with the age, don't you think? At our age, we know what we want and we can move a bit faster."

She laughs. "Yes, that's a good way of putting it. But yes, I have always pictured myself as with a family. That's why I tried so hard with Kev, even though we really had little in common in the end."

"He's your ex. The one with the pregnant secretary. That must have hurt."

"It did. He's such a fucking cliché. She chose to have an abortion, though. She was only twenty-two. But still. Yeah, it hurt like hell."

We share a thoughtful silence, and I just hold her. "Okay, picture this. It's five years from now. Every work day, you go out and pursue your incredibly successful career while I mind the kids. In the evening, when you get home, you find them well-scrubbed and content. They are always happy to see you. We put them to bed together, and then I tie you up, spank you and fuck you, and you thank me with a nice blowjob."

She laughs, brightening up considerably. "That sounds like paradise. You'd do that for me?"

"For you? It's what I want for myself most of all. I'd even let you wear your princess plug on some nights."

"You would? How generous of you." She laughs again, a generous bubbly sound that makes my heart jump.

"Don't play that down, I know you love that plug."

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe?"

"Okay, guilty as charged. It's a bit uncomfortable, but it makes me feel... Owned. And when I feel owned, I can let go." She thinks for a second. "Two kids. Maybe three. I don't know. One, even." There's tears in her eyes again. "Just the fact that we're having this talk means so much to me."

I kiss her hair. Sarah leans her head on my shoulder and, looking out of the window, notices the lovely weather, probably for the first time today.

"Shall we go outside? For a walk or a hike? I would love a bit of physical activity." She blushes. "Apart from sex, I mean. Which I would also like more of. But a hike as well. Oh, you know what I mean," she says, all flustered.

"We can do both? Bring Sir and pet along on the hike?"

"Oooh, can we?"

We eat our lunch and discuss our plans for outdoor activities. "I know just the place," I tell her. "It's a bit far though. At least an hour and a half on public transport. That might be too ambitious."

It turns out she has a car. She doesn't use it often, but it runs, she says, and it's currently sitting in a parking garage nearby.

"Get dressed then. Wear something sexy for me, pet. Your choice. And... Wait a second, will you?"

I quickly go the bedroom, return, and hand her the anal plug and the lube. I then show her something she hasn't seen before: the remote-controlled vibrator I bought yesterday. "I may need to keep you on edge during our hike, pet."

"Oh!" Her eyes go wide as she takes a good look at the vibrator. "Wow..." It is curved, with one end that is made to go into the vagina, and one end that cups the clit. The whole design is meant to be surreptitiously worn underneath the clothes, invisible to any viewers. I have already tried switching it on, and it emits a very soft buzzing noise that is quite inaudible from more than a few inches away.

"Green, amber, red?"

"Oh, green, Sir, definitely, very bright green." With a broad smile, she grabs the toys, and, still fully naked, rushes over to her flat, which, within only a week, has been downgraded to a very expensive walk-in closet.

I put away the leftovers of our lunch, get dressed, and there she is. She is wearing a white spaghetti top, similar to the black one she wore on Monday, but without a bra. Her gorgeous tits strain against the fabric, eager to escape. Below are tight jeans hotpants, one band of a skimpy pair of black thong knickers visible over the hem. Sturdy hiking boots complete the outfit, drawing attention to her long smooth legs.

She hands me the remote. "I am all yours, Sir."

"You look lovely, pet. And sexy. Wow." I am lost for words, so I regain my composure by packing a hiking backpack with a picknick blanket, food, drinks and water. And off we go. I have to concentrate on repressing the urge to walk a few paces behind her to admire the sway of her sexy bum in the jeans hotpants.

Her car turns out to be a classic roadster, a red convertible MG B. "Rich, are you?" I ask her as she takes the car's top down.

"Well, I... I am not poor, that's for sure." She cites her salary, which is easily twice mine. I whistle. Also, she bought her flat outright, with her share of the proceeds of the house she and her ex sold when they split up.

"So yeah, I guess I am rich by most standards. Does that threaten your masculinity?" she asks me teasingly.

I laugh. "No... Well, maybe if I had financial insecurity. But I bought my flat ages ago, when nobody wanted to live in this area and housing here was still cheap. It is now paid off and I can save a good sum every month. So compared to most people, I am quite well off too. You know, the only thing threatening my masculinity was the boredom and staleness of my life before you came along."

"Well, you can get some more thrills now. You can drive." She hands me the keys to the MG.

"Me? I haven't driven in ages. Talk about threatening my manhood, there won't be much left of it when you see me drive. It has a manual gearbox too, I am used to driving automatic."

"Yes, yes." She shrugs off my objections. "But obviously I can't drive now, can I, because then you couldn't, well..."

"Edge you? I can't edge you when you're driving? That's true. Is that what you're asking for, pet? Some remote-controlled action along the way?"

She bats her eyelids, folds her hands and looks down mock-submissively before looking up again. "If it pleases you, Sir."

"Yes it does, pet. Sounds fun. Even if it means you will have to witness my driving skills. Get in the car, my love."

I notice she sits down carefully. "The spanking, the plug or the vibrator?" I grin.

"The spanking and the plug," she admits with a blush.

I briefly switch on the vibrator. The buzzing noise is indeed very subtle. "Oh!" she squeals, and I watch her squirm in her seat. "And the vibrator. Oh. Wow..." I switch the vibrator off and she exhales.

"Let's get on the road first, pet. Now, where's the start button?" She hits me on the arm. "Just messing." I put the key into the ignition and, with only one false start where I stall the engine, we set off. I manage to get the car out on the road without hitting anything, and before we know it, we are zooming along the motorway with the top down and some nineties grunge rock playing from the car stereo. I smile, glance sideways to Sarah, and turn on the vibrator again. It is inaudible against the background roar of the car engine.