He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. Then he took my backpack off my shoulders and grasped my upper arm firmly enough to let me know that it was no longer up to me whether or not I went with him. He led me all the way back to where we’d camped the night before without saying another word. My mind was racing the entire time, wondering what he might do or say.
Would he yell at me?
Images of the old photos flashed before my eyes. The last time I’d gone over his knee, it had been with curious arousal. I had a feeling this time was going to be very different.
“Ryker, I can explain…”
He simply shook his head, letting go of my arm and gently turning me back to face him.
“You defied me, Naomi,” he scolded, his voice dropping once more into a quiet, dangerous rumble. This was different than anything I’d heard from him before today.
“I wasn’t trying to…” I whispered, my hands playing at my stomach. I didn’t know what to do with them. Straight at my sides felt odd, so I finally crossed one arm over my chest and grasped my shoulder. My fingers dug in hard enough to hurt. I meant to distract myself, but it didn’t work.
There was something playing across his features, something I didn’t quite recognize, and it scared me a little bit.
“I’ve spanked you before, little girl. You also know what my belt feels like on your bare bottom, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered meekly, blushing a bit as the words fell off my lips.
“That was a spanking. I haven’t punished you yet, little girl,” he warned.
“You haven’t?” I asked, furrowing my brow anxiously.
“No. I haven’t, but soon, you are going to understand the difference.”
The finality in his tone made my stomach drop straight down to my toes.
Without another word, he pulled a thick blanket out of our camping gear and laid it over a fallen log. He turned to me, beckoning me to come closer. I didn’t know what else to do other than to go to him.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered quietly, my nerves firing along my appendages now that he’d confirmed my fears. He squeezed my shoulder a bit tighter.
“I know, sweet girl.”
For a long moment, he just held me before he took a step back and grasped the bottom of my shirt. He lifted it up and over my head. Slowly, he stripped me of each piece of clothing, but this time felt different. This time I was afraid.
My clit pulsed anyway.
When he finally reached for my bra and panties, he paused for a moment, running his fingertips over my skin. Fiery tendrils raced over my skin like a wild blaze. Then he reached behind my shoulders and unclasped my bra. He slid the straps unhurriedly down my upper arms, baring my breasts slowly. My nipples pebbled in the cool breeze, and I raised my hands to cover them. I looked back and forth, knowing we were all alone but nervous someone might see all the same.
“You may either keep your arms at your sides or clasp your hands behind your head,” he directed, and the anxious flush only heated my face even further. When I didn’t obey right away, he knocked my hands out of the way and grasped both nipples in his fingers. He pinched them far more fiercely than he’d ever done before, causing shivers of agony to radiate out across my breasts. I cried out, immediately pressing my hands to the back of my head. A few seconds later, he released me. My tender nipples throbbed even harder after he let go.
He grasped my panties and pulled them down to my ankles.
“Straddle the log, little girl, facing that way,” he indicated the lower end of the old tree.
I glanced from him back to it, chewing my lip anxiously. I imagined what I would look like bent over such a thing in the middle of the woods, how much I would be on display for him during what was to come.
“I…”
He lifted a single eyebrow, and I stopped speaking almost instantly.
“Do as you’re told, little girl. This will be much easier for you if you are obedient for me,” he said tenderly.
“Will it hurt?” I whispered fretfully.
“The punishment will sting, yes, but you know I would never hurt you, don’t you?”
“I do know that. I trust you, Ryker,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to the ground. Gooseflesh popped up all over my body and a cold shiver of dread raced down my spine.
“Good,” he answered. He reached out, cupping my face in his palm. I leaned into his touch, not wanting it to end but it eventually did when he pulled away. I sighed and padded over to the log. The thick moss beneath my feet was soft. I pressed my hands against the tree trunk, noticing that he had folded the blanket twice. I climbed over it, thankful for the thick barrier between me and the hard surface of the tree bark beneath.
In a strange way, it was sweet, thoughtful.
The tree supported me lengthwise, as I lay my body down, but it was angled downward so that my head was much lower than my bare backside. My thighs were spread open around the thick trunk, putting my pussy on complete display.
His palm caressed my left cheek.
“I’m going to cut a switch, little girl. You will wait here for me and think about what you did until I return,” he instructed.
My eyes opened wide, terror racing through me as I slowly digested his words. He couldn’t be serious, right?
A switch?
I’d only read one book that mentioned switching. I knew enough to know that it would sting very much and could even break the skin. Anxiously, I lifted my head, watching as he walked the perimeter of the clearing, testing several branches before he settled on one. He used his knife to cut it off. With practiced hands, he trimmed off the excess twigs and leaves still attached to it. When he was finished, he had a long thin branch in his hands. He whipped it in front of him a few times and the whistle it made as it whooshed through the air made me jump a little against the log.
A very real panic started to develop inside me.
“Please, maybe just use your hand this time?” I tried. I pushed up against the log and his palm on my upper back slowly pressed me back down. There would be no escaping this.
“Little girl, you were about to set out all on your own. You were going to cross the bridge by yourself. If you had fallen, I would have had no way of knowing. Even if you had made it across, you could have gotten lost in the woods or attacked by animals. Not to mention what could happen to you if you went back to New Englandia alone! Didn’t you stop to think about what they were willing to do to you? Those so-called guards had orders to KILL you, Naomi!” His voice rose to an actual shout on that last bit. “What would the council do to you to keep that information quiet if you showed up there again? What made you think they would even respond to your call for help? They would more likely leave you here to die in the wilderness. What you intended to do was very dangerous and that needs to be dealt with harshly enough so that nothing like it ever happens again.”
His scolding made me squirm. The more he talked, the more stupid I felt, realizing I had not thought this through at all. However, the longer it went on, the more I realized my nervousness was turning into a strong sense of arousal. He was being so serious, so sincere, and here I was, getting horny again.
I shifted over the tree, knowing that I was wet and that he could probably see it.
Did he like that? Did I?
His hand slid down the length of my spine, settling on my lower back. He pressed down slightly and a part of me was grateful just to feel his touch on my skin. I turned my head and glanced back at him. His eyes caught mine and the warmth I was accustomed to seeing was there once more.
“You were a very naughty girl and I’m going to punish you for it,” he dictated.
He laid the switch on my bottom. It was cool against my skin, and I startled, but he didn’t use it just yet.
“It’s time, my bad girl,” he murmured.
I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what was to come.
It wasn’t enough.
The switch was flexible, whipping across both sides of my bare bottom. The rush as it cut through the air was audible and by the time it hit me, my body had braced itself. The impact stung so much more than I thought it would. It was like my flesh had caught fire, smoldering, and then building into a scalding blaze as the welt started to rise on my skin.
I couldn’t stop the hiss that escaped me. Oh, fuck! It hurt so much!
It was far different from his hand or his belt. That pain was spread out over a greater area, which made it almost duller in a way. Not like this. This was much sharper, the entire sting from the branch all centered in a very thin line across my backside. Before I was ready, he thrashed me with several stinging strokes in quick succession. All the air billowed out of my lungs, and I stopped breathing for a second as the fierce sting took hold once again.
I bit my lip, realizing for the first time that this was real.
Ryker was punishing me for a very real reason.
I sucked in a mouthful of air and the switch whipped me several more times. My thighs tensed around the fallen tree, holding on as the pain took over my body. My spine arched, the vicious wave of agony building as it rolled through me.
I rocked back a tiny bit and gasped in surprise.
There was a raised knob on the tree trunk. If I moved just so, I could rub my clit against it. I squeezed my eyes shut. It might even be enough to make me come.
The switch blazed down on my bottom many more times, immediately taking my focus from the needy little bundle between my thighs and turning it back to the burning state of my backside.
“Aiiyyy!” I cried out, loud enough to scare birds from the trees nearby.
He whipped from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the bottom of my ass, several times, but he didn’t stop there. He paused and climbed over the log to stand on my other side. In a commanding tone, he instructed me to pull my legs up onto the log. When I’d done so, wobbling a bit to keep my balance, he grasped both my ankles in his left hand. Then he lifted that evil branch high and proceeded to switch the full length of both thighs so hard that I knew they would bear the marks of this punishment long after it was over. I yelled out again, trying to bite my lip. I didn’t want to be too loud in case someone might hear, but soon I stopped caring. Honestly, there was no one here, only the two of us. I could yell all I wanted or needed to. No one would hear, and no one would come to help me. Ryker would punish me for as long as he thought I deserved.
The sting built.
And built.
And built some more.
It became a fiery slash of agony that consumed my entire being. Soon, the lines of fire merged together into a burning blanket that refused to abate even just a little.
“Please!” I begged, shrieking the word in desperation.
The more I squirmed, the more my clit rubbed against the bump on the tree. I was much wetter than I had been when he’d first stripped me. My arousal was building at a dizzying pace, quickly catching up with the stinging ache that was burning across my naked flesh.
He paused for a moment, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath.
Coming back around to his original position, he said, “I’m going to give you ten more with the switch, then I’m going to finish your punishment with my hand. You will keep your own legs in position on top of the log.”
My pussy clenched hard. Knowing he was going to use his hand should have been a relief, but the way he said it just made me more nervous.
“Please, Ryker. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded. I didn’t know why I started begging. It just seemed like the best thing to do, that maybe he would listen this time, and know that it already hurt so bad. Surely, he knew I realized this wasn’t a role play that was meant to get my pussy wet; that I understood now that he would punish me for real when I was a bad girl.
I shifted against the knob and gasped. My clit pulsed hungrily.
“This next part is going to be very painful, little girl,” he warned. His fingertips traced over the rising welts on my bottom, and I whimpered faintly, his touch making each one sizzle with even more heat. I reached back tentatively to touch them myself, but he grasped my wrist in his left hand, pinning it against my back. My panic surged even more intensely than before. Begging had changed nothing. He was doing exactly what he said he would and there was nothing for me to do but take it.
“Please,” I pleaded again, hoping that maybe I hadn’t done a convincing enough job the first time and that maybe he would hear me this time. I waited with bated breath. It changed nothing.
I heard the switch before I felt it.
The first of those final ten hurt more than all the previous strokes combined. The intensity had seemingly gone from fifty to five hundred on my imaginary intensity scale. The second came down just as cruelly. There was no keeping count after that.
I didn’t take them gracefully. I didn’t even try, flailing my free hand back to try to protect myself. He growled his annoyance and caught that hand, too, holding both my wrists in the grasp of one powerful hand. I dug my toes in to keep my legs in place and hung on for dear life. It stung so much more than I thought possible. It felt like I was being cut with a blade over and over.
Full-throated cries escaped me as the switch thrashed down on my backside and the tops of my thighs. Several strikes landed directly in the crease where my ass met my legs. I closed my eyes, suddenly on the cusp of tears and not knowing if I could keep them from falling.
Just when I thought it was all going to be too much for me to take, he threw the switch to the ground.
His hand settled on my left cheek for a brief second before it slapped down hard.
It hurt more than that first spanking with his hand, maybe because I was already in so much pain from the switch or maybe because this time he was punishing me.
This wasn’t a spanking meant to make me wet. This was supposed to teach me a lesson.
He didn’t spank me quickly, but slowly and methodically. Each smack went deep, spiraling down with a painful ache and settling in my core. My inner walls flexed needily, and I told myself I wasn’t supposed to be liking this, but I did anyway.
There was no one like Ryker back home, no one that would take what he wanted from me, and give me everything I never knew I needed. No one who could make me feel the things that he did. Even when he punished me, I felt deeply how much he cared for me with every wicked stroke of the switch and each ferocious swat of his hand.
Knowing that he cared so much made me even wetter.
When I thought the spanking couldn’t get any harder, it did. My hand snaked around his wrist as he held mine, holding on as his palm slammed down on my tormented bottom.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I pleaded.
“The next time you think about defying me, I want you to remember what this feels like. I want you to think about how much your bottom is burning and how much harder I’m going to punish you if I have to teach you this lesson again,” he scolded.
“Please! I’m so sorry!” I bawled as tears threatened to escape.
Despite my begging, he didn’t stop spanking me. It continued with his hand covering my backside with deeply aching swats for a long while, and when he punished my thighs again, I was sure I would fall completely apart. When the spanking finally ended, I gasped with relief. My breath wavered at the brutal agony burning across my bottom.
It hurt so much.
I wiggled my hips the tiniest bit in an effort to shake out the sting and was instantly reminded of the rough knuckle of wood underneath. I chewed the inside of my cheek and tried to bite back the moan that threatened to emerge, but it slipped out anyway.
The continuous burn of my punished backside was now accompanied by the rampant arousal surging through my veins. My toes curled and my hips shifted, just rocking against the tree enough to tease my clit. My body shuddered with pleasure.
Did he know what I was doing?
He released my wrists and I tentatively pulled both my hands forward, curling them underneath my chest and using my thumbs to graze my pebbled and very sensitive nipples. I let my legs fall open to either side of the log, straddling it once again, wondering if he was looking between my legs.
My clit throbbed harder, begging for his touch. I had no idea why I was reacting this way. He’d just spanked me hard enough to make me cry. I should be angry, indignant, outraged; I shouldn’t be turned on right now.
The jostling of his belt buckle caught my attention, and I turned back, opening my eyes wide when I realized that he was freeing his cock.
I swallowed anxiously, squirming on top of the tree trunk. My pussy clenched in excitement.
Was he finally going to fuck me? Was this it?
I’d seen his cock up close. I’d even taken it in my mouth, but despite all that, the size of it still startled me.
Would it hurt when he fucked me?
An even more shameful thought popped into my mind.
Where would he fuck me?
I blushed furiously as he moved beside me. I opened my thighs further, unsure of what I wanted or even of what he wanted, but needing to find out all the same.
“Sir?” I asked.
“You were a bad girl, weren’t you, my Naomi?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whined anxiously. One of his hands palmed my left cheek, before squeezing hard enough to make me gasp out loud. He did the same on the other side, digging the tips of his fingers into the welts the switch left behind. A fresh wave of pain washed over me.
I loved and hated it at the same time. I wanted him to do it again.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he observed, and I blushed even harder. His hand reached down, sliding over my wet folds. I lifted my hips excitedly, hoping that maybe he would touch me where I needed him to the most. He didn’t.
“Bad girls don’t get to come.”
My heart sank, my mouth going dry with disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, right? I was so aroused, and I didn’t know how to fight it. His palm smoothed over my bottom, and I arched my back the slightest bit, hoping to entice him into fucking me.
Frustration rattled through me when his fingers didn’t reach down between my thighs. I looked back over my shoulder to see his fist clutching his cock instead.
“But…” I protested.
His hand stroked up and down his cock and he squeezed my bottom again.
“You were a very bad girl, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I shifted over the log again, hoping to bring myself relief, but the hand squeezing my ass then slapped my pussy. The sharp agony was harsh at first, but it only made my arousal even worse.
His hand pumped up and down his cock and I watched it with a pout. I wanted to reach for him, to take him in my mouth, to touch him, for him to fuck me- anything- but he just continued to use his own hand on himself instead of using me.
Did I want him to use me? Even as I asked the question of myself, though, I already knew the answer.
I wanted to be used by him so much that it hurt. My core clenched with need, throbbing intensely enough to make me moan out loud.
His fingers moved faster, squeezing tighter toward the head of his cock. My pussy stung and my inner walls fluttered with frustration at his blatant denial. I rocked my hips again but was quickly punished with another stinging swat directly on top of my pussy.
“Your ass is so very pretty when it’s so thoroughly welted, my bad girl,” he murmured, tracing his fingers across my sore bottom. He slapped it lightly and groaned with pleasure when I whimpered at the sting.
“Sir,” I mumbled, blushing.
“My seed is going to make them look even prettier.”
With a roar, his cum splashed onto my burning cheeks, one spurt after another painting my aching flesh. It was so shameful that I could think of nothing to say. No ‘yes, sir.’ Not a single word.
My pussy broiled with need. My arousal was dripping down my thighs. One drop after the next announced how much I needed him right now, how much I needed to come.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
He said nothing.
“Please let me come, sir. Please. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry for defying you,” I pleaded.
“Bad girls don’t get to come like good girls do,” he rumbled.
I swallowed hard. My pussy was burning hotter than I could stand and it was just getting worse. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I reached between my thighs and make myself come right there in front of him.
I blushed furiously at the thought.
“May I come like a bad girl?”
Anxiety brewed over the edge, and I held my breath. His fingers flittered slowly across my welted ass.
“Please, sir?” I added, hopeful.
He twirled his fingertips in his seed, coating them in a thick layer of it.
“You want to come like a bad girl?”
The prospect of an orgasm was too tempting to back away from. I should have been more apprehensive, but I was so aroused that I couldn’t think of anything other than the sweet release that I needed so much.
“Please let me come,” I begged.
“You will maintain this position,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
His fingertips lingered in the remains of his seed for a long moment until he pulled them away. He used his free hand to part my bottom cheeks and a squeal of panic escaped me.
He couldn’t mean to…
No… He wouldn’t.
He would.
Shock barreled through me the moment his slickened fingertips pressed against my most shameful place. I froze, but then he forced a single finger inside my bottom hole before I could do anything to stop it. My muscles clenched around him, and cruel, sweet agony radiated deep in my core.
I screeched.
He pumped that single thick finger in and out of my tight ring ruthlessly. It hurt. It felt wonderful. At a punishing pace, he fucked my asshole with his finger so hard that the friction caused a burning sensation deep inside. I tried to squirm forward and escape him, but he didn’t let me. His other hand grasped the side of my hip, holding me in place so that he could punish me more mercilessly than before.
I cried out. I moaned.
My hips rocked, trying to escape him, and inadvertently rubbing my clit against the rough blanket beneath me.
He moved faster, in and out, more punishing and more terrible, and my body reacted in kind. Vicious heat spiraled through my system with ruthless abandon, and nothing would make it stop. My pussy grew even wetter, tighter, more desperate, my need greater, and a sound escaped me like strangled moan.
I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t want to come like this. Having his finger in my bottom was wrong, wasn’t it? It felt dirty and wicked and entirely too taboo, but I wanted more of it.
I should want it to stop, but I didn’t.
When I opened my mouth, I told myself I was going to tell him this was wrong, but those are not the words I spoke.
“Please… Harder,” I begged.
“Such a bad little girl. Are you going to come for me?”
My entire body shuddered with raw need. His finger pumped inside me faster. It hurt, but it aroused me even more. My body started moving of its own accord. Rising onto my toes and arching my back lewdly, I rode the tree, imagined it was his cock, rocking my hips back and forth in a way that teased my clit enough to drive me wild.
I growled and roared, rising higher and higher until I finally teetered on the edge.
“Come hard, my bad little girl.”
My body rocketed into orgasm as if his words had been all I’d needed all along. My core imploded, squeezing so tight that I screamed.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
I tried not to think that it was because his finger was in my ass, but I failed. My inner walls clenched hard, almost as if they were frustrated that another hole was being filled instead.
Blinded by white-hot bliss, my legs trembled. In front of me, my fingers dug into the tree trunk, clawing for balance and support. My hips writhed back and forth, practically riding his fingers as I came for him.
When my orgasm finally began to fade, I slumped over the tree.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, enjoying the buzzing satisfaction as it made its way through every limb.
“We’re not done, bad girl,” he demanded.
He swirled his fingers through his cold ejaculate again, coating their length, then harshly forced two fingers up inside my ass. I screamed, but he didn’t stop. He shoved them into me relentlessly until they were in as far as they could go, then he pulled them all the way out and pushed them in again, twisting them as he plunged inside. At once, the burning stretch caught me off guard. It was hot, terrible, and so wrong.
“Wait! I already came,” I begged, gasping. I hadn’t expected him to keep going. Was he not going to stop now?
His other hand slipped beneath me, cupping my overly sensitive clit. Overwhelming sensation hurtled through me, and I tried to lift my pussy away from his hand, but I only succeeded in taking his fingers deeper in my bottom. I whimpered, the burning stretch hurting more than before. My muscles tightened reflexively, which only made the cruel agony worse. I tried to force myself to relax, but it was impossible no matter how hard I tried.
Eventually, the pain crested, and I sucked in a breath. What was happening?
“Bad girls come the hardest when their tightest hole is sore,” he warned.
A spike of fear drove through me straight down to my clit. His fingers danced over my pussy with merciless intent. I couldn’t escape them. No matter how I squirmed, lifted my hips, or rocked or twisted, his fingers were there inside a place they weren’t supposed to be, ramming mercilessly deep, over and over.
Real fear simmered deep inside my core. I knew that he’d made me come more than once before, but this time felt different.
This next orgasm was going to be a part of my punishment. I whimpered at the realization and then he fucked me with his fingers even more fiercely. I yelled. My orgasm rose unabated, and I shuddered. It was like waiting for a tornado to hit knowing there was nowhere to hide.
It started in the tips of my toes, rolling up through my legs. When it finally crashed into me, it exploded outward and every muscle in my body went rigid.
I couldn’t escape his fingers on my clit. With almost rabid intensity, they glided over my clit, intensifying the already paralyzing excitation of that needy little bundle of nerves.
I screamed.
My body clenched tight, causing fierce volleys of agony to radiate around the abused ring of muscle clamped around Ryker’s fingers. He didn’t stop fucking my bottom. Somehow, it got faster, hotter, and more painful, and that made me come that much harder.
He’d been right.
Euphoria the likes of which I’d never yet known took hold of me. I arched my back, took his fingers deeper, riding his hand harder in the process. I screamed and moaned, writhing as wave after wave of painful pleasure crashed into me.
There was no escaping even a second of powerful ecstasy like this. Delicious pain seared through me. I suffered through it as much as I enjoyed it.
I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself together. Suddenly, I felt like I was falling, and I gasped, losing myself in the endless chasm of merciless, passionate sensation. There was no fighting it.
A tear dripped down my cheek. Another followed, and finally, the tears I’d held in for so long poured forth.
I wasn’t sure why I was crying. All I knew was that it wasn’t just from the pain, but maybe from the soul-shattering intensity of coming so hard, or maybe it was the cumulative effect of everything he’d put me through during this punishment.
His hands finally withdrew from my tortured body as I started to sob in earnest. Then his protective arms were around me, cocooning me in their strength and warmth and lifting me off the shameful log. He sat down in my place and gathered me in his lap. I curled into his chest, pressing my tear-streaked face into the crook of his neck and just cried. The warmth of his embrace surrounded me, letting me know that it was all over and that I was safe now.
My clit pounded hard at the thought.
“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“I forgave you the moment I found you at the bridge,” he answered softly. The quiet rumble of his voice was comforting, and I curled up even closer against his chest, my feet on his thigh, my legs pressed to my own chest. His arms squeezed tighter, and I sighed with deep happiness when his palm cupped the back of my head.
My heart throbbed with feeling for this man.
I wrapped an arm around his neck, digging my fingers into him unintentionally.
“I’m glad you came after me,” I whispered, feeling raw and vulnerable and open in a way I’d never felt with anyone before.
“I am too, my sweet girl,” he whispered back.