I came back in to the cabin after relieving myself and quickly rinsing off in the stream. My nipples were perky and pretty as Milord had attached clamps to them before I was allowed outside. Even with rushing, they were hurting something fierce! I hoped he wouldn’t make me wear them too much longer. I’d had the collar on for two days now and, though he had unclipped the carabiner, the cuffs for one.
As soon as I stepped into the cabin, he was ON ME! His mouth on my sore nipples, his hands holding me. Suddenly, I didn’t notice the throbbing anymore, focused entirely on a different type of throbbing entirely. Literally leading me by the nips, he drug me to the chair. He pulled the clamps off in one quick movement, causing me to scream and damn near come, then stood and pushed me over the back of the chair again.
“You know I only take your ass in this position, right?”
Luckily, while I’d been doing what I was doing, he’d been lubing his cock. Between that and being plugged for most of the night, it slid right in. He POUNDED me, causing my tits to bounce madly, the nipples, swollen and tender, to ache. He was eager, coming quickly, then filling my stretched hole again with a large plug. He helped me to stand, kissed me, and apologized for his abruptness.
“Sorry, babe. I was just so needy. Actually, it’s your fault for being so damned sexy,” he said with a laugh.
I giggled, stood on my toes and kissed him. “You know I like it when you come quickly sometimes,” I reminded him. I took a washcloth, dipped it in the warm water on the back of the stove, and began to clean his cock.
“You know, we’re going to be leaving here in a few hours, right?”
I nodded, oddly saddened by this. “I know,” I whispered.
He put a finger beneath my chin and lifted it so that I was looking up at him.
“But that’s a few hours away. In the meantime, I have plans.”
He sat on one of the chairs and patted his lap. I glanced at the table, my eyes widening, and obeyed. He had three bundles of thin twigs, each tied together with a red ribbon. Immediately, I knew I was in for it. He spoke as he began to whip.
“By the time I’m finished, all of these twigs will be broken. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”
“Yes, Milord!” And I knew he was right.
“This first bundle is the thickets. Six twigs it in. I’m going to be gentle with this one, though. It will take longer to break them, but it will be a lovely warm up.”
How the hell could he be speaking like he’s at a damned cocktail party?? I was already feeling the effects and my breath catching in my throat. I was also wet as a waterfall!
“I’ve really enjoyed this weekend, Wife. I think we need to do this more often, don’t you?”
“Yes, Milord,” I squeaked.
“There. All warmed up. Now, up you go, Onto my lap. No, now face away from me so I can play with your nipples and watch your red ass bounce.”
I obeyed and exploded the minute his cock was fully inside of me. He laughed, pinched my nipples, twisted them, and told me to keep going. After two more orgasms, he stopped and had me bend over the table.
“Now you’re all soft and dreamy, aren’t you? God but you’re wet! You must really be enjoying this!”
He was right! I was! My swollen nipples were pressed against the rough wooden table, my ass was ON FIRE along with being filled with a plug, and I was dripping wet.
“You’re bottom is going to be swollen and marked for days, Wife. I’m going to love seeing it every day, knowing that with every move, every time you sit, you’ll be thinking of this moment! Ah, there we go, all broken. Time for a little more fucking.”
And he did. This time keeping me bend over the table and plowing into my eager, wet pussy. Tears were streaming down my face now, marking the rough table, but that didn’t stop me from screaming out my orgasms. Without warning, he pulled out, only to reposition me in front of the box bed.
“Time for the last birching, Wife. Only three twigs in this one, but it will be the hardest.”
I screamed, dancing on my tiptoes.
“There’s one broken already. I’m going to concentrate on your sit spot. I really want you to feel this for days.”
He laughed and continued.
“Perfect! I know you love this. Your are smelling up the whole cabin with your delightful musk. Well, there goes the last twig.”
And with that, he again plunged his magnificent cock inside of me. I lost my mind and my soul. I have no idea how long he fucked me because it was all one continuous orgasm. Eventually, he pulled out, much to my despair, and sprayed his cum all over by well marked bottom. He then, graciously, rubbed it into my tortured skin while he kissed my neck and told me how perfect I was.
I napped for an hour or so, then, sadly, it was time to leave. Nonetheless, I DID have to leave the bed. Given the state of my ass, Milord gave me a choice – a few good slaps to my breasts or my inner thighs. I chose my breasts, which he happily complied with then, to keep them happy, he sucked on my nips and fingered me until I orgasmed.
While I had napped, Milord had put the cabin to rights, so there was nothing for me to do, once I had sucked his cock to thank him for my breast slaps, but lock up and leave.
I looked back once, longingly at the small cabin.
“Don’t worry,” Milord whispered to me, “We’ll be back again soon.”
“Good,” I said, smiling, “because I think this is going to be my new favorite place.
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Wow, that was intense. I enjoyed reading this short series.
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