Down at the Rive

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My boyfriend and I were on vacation, swimming on the river. We were having a good time, but I was aroused and kept glancing over at him, wondering if he was getting hot too and wishing we were somewhere more private. When he caught my eye, I knew he was in the mood too. My boyfriend is sweet, considerate, and generally wonderful, but when it comes to sex, he is the master.

“Grab your stuff and get in the truck,” he ordered, his voice serious enough that it sent a shiver down my spine. I gathered the towels quickly and hopped into the passenger seat. On the ride back to our campsite, he reached over and pinched my nipples, hard, through my black bikini top. Desire lanced through me, and I was completely wet within seconds. I whimpered a little, and he began his orders.

“When we get there, get one of the chairs and put it in the woods. There should be trees between the chair and the road, but you should still be able to see the cars that go by. Take one of the ropes and leave it by the chair.”

Our campsite was in open view of the road, so I had to go a few hundred yards to find a place like what he described. I set up the chair and the rope and hurried back to meet him. He came up behind me in the wood and held me firmly by the back of the neck. He pressed his body to mine and bit the base of my neck, then untied my bikini top and let it fall to the ground. I glanced nervously towards the road, screened by a thin forest of pines. If a person just drove by, they wouldn’t see us, but if they looked over at the trees…we would definitely be on display. My boyfriend stepped back and smoothed aside my bikini bottoms, bearing one creamy half of my butt.

He brought an open hand down on my ass with more force than I expected, the loud crack echoeing through the forest. I bit my lip, whimpering with pleasure. He brought down his hand twice more on that side, then switched sides. He brought down each strike with a resounding, masterful crack, pausing to let his dominance sink in after each one. After 6 spanks, he let me go, pushing me back towards the chair. I hurried in front of him, my full, naked breasts bouncing.

When we got to the chair, he tied my hands in front of me and then tugged on the rope, forcing me to my knees. He pulled off his shorts, kicking them to the side, and standing naked in front of me. His cock bounced as it pulled free of his shorts, erect and looking too big, close as it was to my face. I swallowed hard. He took his penis in one hand and threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me forward with calculated force and pushing the swollen head of his penis into my mouth. I resisted a little, but it was all a show.

I began to suck his cock enthusiastically, letting my tongue run all over his taut skin. He stepped on the rope tying my hands together, effectively binding me so that all I had to pleasure him with were my lips and tongue. And that was all I needed. He moaned, reaching down to pinch my nipples; gently at first, a tease, then harder as he felt my response. Moisture pooled between my thighs and I took him deeper in my mouth, pressing his cock into the back of my throat.

Groaning a little, he pulled back, and sat down in the chair. His cock thrust proudly forward, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. He took hold of the rope tying my hands, and pulled me roughly over his lap. I wriggled with delight and anticipation.

He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I gasped and pushed myself against his knee, impatient for the first strike of his hand against my buttock. He didn’t disappoint, spanking me slowly but firmly over my bikini bottoms, watching my arousal. I wanted more and he knew it. Using both hands, he stripped off my bikini bottoms and urged me back to my feet. I stood between his legs, my whole naked back exposed to the road. He licked and nipped at my nipples, handling my breasts roughly as he nudged my legs apart with his knees. I moaned, my head falling back in pleasure. He pushed my tied hands aside and kissed my stomach, working his way down until his tongue touched my swollen clit. I yelped and jumped a little. He slapped my butt, growling a warning to be still. I tried, but as his lips closed around my clit, my hips jerked forward convulsively.

My boyfriend looked at me, the pleased excitement in his eyes belying the harshness of his tone.
“I warned you not to do that. Come here and take your punishment.”
He reached up and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back across his lap hard enough that my clit bumped his knee and I cried out.
“That’s right,” he promised. “That isn’t the only screaming you are going to do.”

The spanking started hard and fast, the stinging pain too much for my mind to catch up with all at once. He covered my ass, the tops of my thighs, my back. I was twisting on his lap, hoping for a break, but he pinned me with a hard forearm across my hips. At the same time, he stepped on the ropes binding my hands, pinning my arms to the ground. I felt him lift a hand, but he let it hang there in the air.

“Wait for it,” he whispered. “I want them to see you being punished, submitting to me.” At first I didn’t understand, but then I heard another car go by. It seemed slower than the ones before, but I couldn’t be sure. His hand came down, even harder than before, and I yelped a little. After that, he waited a few seconds, the anticipation building before each strike so that the pain would fade enough that I would ache for the blow before it came. There was no way of knowing if the people in the car had looked through the trees, had seen me there, naked and tied and in the midst of a spanking. I blushed just thinking about it, but it excited me too.

He spread my thighs, running a finger up and down my wet slit. I wriggled under his touch, wanting more. He replied with several sharp spanks.
“You’ll get more when I want you to,” he warned, then spread my legs again so he could spank me right on my aching pussy. I shrieked and pulled away, but he held me still for several more blows.

Before I could catch my breath, his hand was in my hair again, tugging me off his lap and forcing me to my knees in front of him again, the sticks and leaves on the ground digging into my bare knees as I knelt, naked and bound in front of him. With one foot, he shoved at my knees until I was kneeling with my legs wide apart. He reached down and ran a finger around my clit. I gasped and nearly came.
“Not yet,” he warned, pulling my head back to his cock. I filled my mouth with it, letting him shove all the way to the back of my throat. He leaned down and slapped my ass again as I heard another car go by. He groaned, and pulled me back up and over his lap, using my bound hands to control me. He started slapping my ass, hard, punishing strokes that had me squirming in no time. He raised his hand high, crashing it into my flesh, and I came hard, yelping and twisting on his lap. He waited until the shudders were over, then helped me to my feet, making sure my knees would support me before grabbing the rope that bound my hands together.

He grinned at my dazed expression. “I’m just getting started,” he warned me, and tugged on the rope, leading me naked back through the trees. The trees were much farther apart between where we’d set the chair and the campsite, and now we were fully exposed to the road. My heartbeat sped, but he forced me to walk slowly.

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  1. nonanonymous

    This is really exciting!

    I wish you would let us know what happened next! ;-)

    Lots of love and kisses all over.

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