I was camping with my husband. We were swimming with the kids, and we find out that his boss is camping on the other side of the park. My hubby invites him back to the site for a beer. We talk for a bit while still in our swim suits. His boss reveals that he has a boat, and invites us out boating the next day. I turn down his invite since someone would have to stay back with the kids. My hubby insists that I go telling me that some sun would do me some good, and that he will watch the kids. I don't feel comfortable, but grudgingly accept.
My name is Michele. I am a forty-something mother of two that has been married for twenty years. I am five foot one inch tall, and have brown eyes, long light brown hair that comes down to just above the areolas on my 40DD breasts. In high school I weighed 98 pounds. Now it much more than that. I would be considered a large BBW. I consider myself to be a down to earth type of person that likes being outside even though my white skin burns when I'm in the sun too much. In a nut shell I am short, fat, and very pale. I have been told that I have a pretty face, and sweet look about me though. Whatever that means.
His boss isn't a very tall man, but he has a belly and has a dominating personality. I can tell that he likes to be in charge from just talking to him. I am uneasy about the whole thing. I don't know if it's just his personality, or the way that he looks at me. later on I tell my husband this. He tells me that I am overreacting.
The morning comes quick, and I dress to go out on the lake. I wear some jogging pants, and a sweatshirt since there's a slight chill in the air. My husband tells me that it'll be hard to soak up the sun dressed like that. He convinces me to wear my suit which is a one piece telling me to just carry the extra clothes in case I get too cold.
His boss arrives, and we are soon out on the water. I do get chilled, but when I reach for my clothes I realize that I left them in the truck. I remain silent about it, and watch the sights as we motor past them. I watch all the other people coming out little by little as the day warms up. Before I know it an hour has past. We motor up to an island at the end of the lake. There's a boat load of four teenage boys fooling around in the water, and we slowly motor around the island where he shuts off the boat.
I look at him wondering why he has stopped, and notice a smirk on his face. He walks up to me taking my hand standing me up. I look at him questioningly. He looks down at me standing there, and then grabs my breasts pinching my nipples hard.
"Stop! That hurts!" I protest pushing his hands away.
"Shut up." He orders as he grabs the straps for my suit pulling them over my shoulders. "I'm not going to sit here looking at those big nipples poking out, and not touch them."
I feel my suit quickly yank down to my waist before I can react. The morning air hits my bared breasts chilling me more. In seconds he has his hands back on my breasts pinching and pulling my nipples.
"No. Don't. Stop it. We can't do this." I continue protesting trying to push his hands away, but his grip is too strong.
"I will do whatever I want, and you will enjoy it. Now shut up before I shut you up."
"Stop." I moan as the twinge of pain registers from his pinching. "I'm married. I have a family."
"You had best quit trying to push me away too. I'm getting tired of your attitude already."
"I don't want this. You're hurting me. Stop." I moan painfully as the tears begin to stream down my face. I feel so helpless and abandoned.
He finally lets go of my nipples, and as I try to cover myself he grabs my wrists pulling them behind my back. I feel something cold close around them before I figure out that he has handcuffed me. He then shoves a rag into my mouth, and ties a rag around my head to hold it in. I shake my head in protest, but he doesn't stop. He spins me facing the front of the boat, and I feel my suit yank down to my ankles. I am them pushed forward stumbling until I am kneeling at the point of the boat on my knees.
"Nice view." I hear. "You still need to be taught some respect though."
Then I feel a belt smack across my ass, hard. The sound echoes through the lake, and I moan as the sting envelopes me. It is followed quickly by another smack with the same results. My vision is blurred by my tears as the belt strikes my ass over and over. The burn sets in, , and my moans become whimpers. I look at him wondering after he stops, and notice a smirk on his face
"Kneel." He orders.
I do as he says hoping that he will stop and bring me home.
"On your knees, and legs apart."
Again I obey. I soon feel the belt cut across my breasts. I flinch in pain as the sting sets in.
"Stay up, bitch."
I do as he commands, and feel more swats cut across my bosom. I remain up somehow until I feel the belt strike me between my legs. I swear it sliced my crotch wide open. I collapse in agony.
"Look at that. You got my belt all full of your stinking cunt juices. Get up. That deserves a few more swats."
I fumble back onto my knees, and again the belt strikes me across the crotch. I again collapse only to be pulled back to my knees by my hair.
"We'll do this all day until you figure out how to stay on your fucking knees like a good bitch."
Again a swat cuts across my breasts quickly followed by one across my ass, and then another across my crotch. I feel myself begin to fall, but somehow catch myself.
"That's better." He says repeating the circle again.
