“Come on, Pet. One foot in front of the other. Heel to toe, heel to toe. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
It was rough going. Charli never fell but mostly because I was there. There were several dips and stumbles along the way, and when she reached the other end, she pressed hard against the trunk of the other tree.
She looked uncertain and gnawed on her lower lip.
“How many strikes is that?”
“Zero. That was a practice run so that you can get the hang of it. Now we will go the other way, and you will be graded.”
Taking a deep breath, Charli turned around and went back the way she had come. There were a couple of more dips, but she caught herself, never getting close to falling off. At least until the end where she tumbled down into my arms.
“Can I stop now?” she asked.
“Turn around.”
Charli did as she was told and didn’t resist as I bent her over against the tree. I could feel her shudder as I lifted her skirt and eased down her panties. It wasn’t just because of the crisp fall day, either.
Holding her skirt up with one hand, I stroked her smooth, round ass with the other, basking in her tender warmth. She had recovered nicely from the spanking that morning and was ready for more. Her plump ass cheeks were almost begging for it.
What most people didn’t know was that there was more than one way to spank. Not just in terms of what is used to strike. The strikes were for punishment and correction, but I found I didn’t have it in me to give her the full serving.
She trusted me entirely, and her gorgeous, curvy body was so tender and delicate. I would have to be careful. I opted for upward strokes.
Cupping my hand slightly, I went up and across, slapping, then grabbing her ass. It still did the job of turning her ass red but gave less pain than would be involved with a flat palmed strike.
“Are you wet?” I asked, recognizing the change in her scent.
“Yes, Master. Soaked.”
“To be fair, you did well on the way back. Right up until the end. Do you think you also deserve a reward?”
She looked over her shoulder, a smile playing on her lips.
“If you think I do, Master.”
“What would you want?”
“Anything, Master. I am yours.”
“Even if I take you here?” I asked, stroking my fingertips against her ass hole.
“Oh,” she gasped.
I chuckled and slipped a pinky inside her puckered hole.
She was trying to be brave, but I could still see a shudder run through her.
“We’ll save that for another day. I’m going to fuck you instead.”
I removed my finger and squeezed her ass in both hands as I got down between her trembling thighs.
She needed to be ready before I slipped inside her. Starting softly, I ran my tongue the length of her silky soft pussy lips, making my pet moan and writhe as I pleasured her.
It wasn’t long until she came, her whole body rattling with the strength of her orgasm. Slipping two fingers inside, I stroked her as I got into a standing position. Pressing my other palm on the small of her back, I replaced my fingers with my cock and slid into her tight little cunt.
We both cried out in pleasure. The fit was still snug, but she took all of me with zero resistance like last night. Giving her a minute to get used to being filled up so completely, I put both hands on her hips and pumped. Moaning in delight, Charli moved with me, meeting my thrusts.
Her sweet pussy got even tighter around my thick cock. If it hurt, she didn’t let on. I relished fucking her. With a feral groan, I pulled out and shot my hot load onto her back, marking her as mine.
She’d be mine forever, if I got my way.
And I always got my way.Chapter 11 - CharliMy body was still singing when I woke up. What Max had done was something I would never forget.
I hurt but only a bit and in a pleasant way. My deflowered pussy was still trying to recover from the fucking it had gotten over the past two days. I wanted to do it again and again and again, but I knew I should wait.
I reached for my master, only finding a space occupied by a cool sheet. Sliding out from under the heavy duvet, I searched for an appropriate outfit, as per my master’s guidelines.
He hadn’t spanked me for anything I wore. Except for yesterday morning when I went down in only a shirt. It was a fine line to walk. Too far either toward the sexy or the serious could be considered an infraction, but it was one of the things I was getting the knack of.