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Subject: {ASSM} No Picnic, M/F D/s
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Date: Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:10:03 -0400
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IT'S NO PICNIC 

"Would you please not blow on the charcoal when my face is that close
to the grill?" Dave said wiping ash from his handsome blue eyes.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be blowing smoke at you," Tracy
replied with a coltish grin.  It was a perfect day in early autumn.
The stifling summer heat had ended; the air was cool and refreshing.
 
"Why is it every time we spend the day together I am, at some point,
overcome with the urge to turn you over my knee?" Dave asked with a
slight smile as he put two Polish sausages on the grill. 

Tracy's eyes lit up, "I didn't know you were.  You never mentioned
it." 

"Well, believe it.  You have a positive gift for inciting the desire
to spank." 

"Darlin' you just hit on my most favorite kink," Tracy replied. 

Dave stood silent for a moment wondering if this was for real or just
another amusing quip.  Upon seeing the excitement in her eyes and the
"dare you" in her smile, he decided it was a genuine disclosure.
 
"It seems you and I have something else in common," he said, and
started toward her.  

Tracy giggled, turned away and ran toward a stand of trees, hoping
that he would pursue, and he did with full energy.  She avoided his
grasp for a short time.  Not that she could out run him, but she could
out corner him and that bought her some time.  They scampered around
like a couple of kids playing a spirited game of tag, weaving and
darting around pine trees and shrubs, until he got close enough to
grab her shirt - then he had her.  He tossed her over his shoulder
like a sack of potatoes and delivered a few stinging smacks to her
upturned backside while walking back to the picnic table.
 
"I'm going to enjoy this, I can't count the number of times I've
thought about warming your little butt," he said as he put her on her
feet and started to unbutton her 501s. 

"Wait a minute, Dave.  This is a public place you know," she said
struggling with his hands. 

"Yes, I know.  What's wrong, sugar, are you afraid someone will see
you get a spanking?" he teased.  He grabbed her waistband and forced
it downward.   

"Dave, stop it.  This is a NATIONAL park for God's sake, we could get
in trouble!" Tracy protested, concerned that he was not taking her
seriously. 

Dave roared with laughter at this. "Yes, maybe the FBI - the Division
of Perversity and Other Fun Stuff will come after us," and he pushed
her jeans down to her thighs, her hands still trying to overpower his.
"Dave, please, I'm serious.  A ranger could come by, a car full of
kids, anybody."  She was becoming alarmed at the change in him.  It
seemed her little revelation had brought out something of a bully in
him. 

"You don't really think that I'm going to let you off the hook after a
tease like that, do you?"  He positioned himself on top of one corner
of the picnic table, his feet resting on the bench and his hands still
holding her securely by the wrists. 

"Dave!"  She struggled to sound forceful while feeling powerless
standing in her panties, her jeans fallen to her knees,.  I don't want
to do this here.  I want to wait until we get back to your house!" she
said angrily.   

"Well, you don't get your way this time," he said in a cool, even
tone.  "I started out just playing, but if you're going to keep
fighting me, I can just as easily deliver some blistering pain across
your bare butt.  You ARE going to get a spanking, right here, right
now.  Are you going to cooperate or am I going to have to do some
serious tanning?" 

She stood in stunned silence, still unable to grasp the change in him.
Her eyes gazed down at his hands still holding her by the wrists. 
"I asked you a question, look at me!" he ordered.  She looked into his
eyes and he repeated the question, "Are you going to take a spanking,
or am I going to have to give you a thrashing?" 

"Yes," she squeaked still wondering how she lost control of this. 

"Yes to what?" he prodded. 

"I'll take the spanking," she admitted with blushed cheeks and tearing
eyes. 

"Good girl," he said letting go of her wrists.  "Now kick off your
sandals and take off the jeans."  She did as he said, put the jeans
and sandals on the table and stood before him in panties and a
T-shirt, her face blushing scarlet. 

He smiled and pulled her close.  He cupped her chin in one hand and
said softly, "You are a vision of sensual grace right now.  Humility
becomes you.  Did you know that?" 

"No," she replied in a whisper. 

"We'll have to work on bringing out your humbler side.  It suits you
beautifully."  

He eased her face down across his lap so that her knees were not quite
reaching the bench and her torso was dangling beyond the edge of the
table.  She immediately started to flounder trying to gain some
support for her upper half.
  
"No," he said gently but firmly.  You just lay still and let me do all
the work.  Cross your arms and rest your hands on your shoulders. That
may help you keep from struggling."  

She did so, and he began lightly rubbing her panty-clad bottom.  

"Now I want you to spread your legs so that one rests on either side
of the bench - try to touch your feet to the ground."  

She did and found that her feet could touch the ground, but barely. 
He delivered a few light spanks, like firm love pats, and then
increased the force to the point of sting.  He stopped briefly and
gently massaged the skin beneath the panties.  He started in again
with startlingly firm smacks in an even tempo.  As the strikes of his
hand started to burn into her, she started to squirm.  He increased
both the intensity and pace until she cried out and began to jerk. 

"No.  Your job is to lay still, remember?" he said as he rubbed her
stinging backside.  "I want you to stay still, and you want to please
me, isn't that right?" he asked. 

"Yes, I do," she said breathlessly. 

He slid her panties down to her thighs and continued the sensual rub
on bare reddening skin, the tips of his fingers straying down to the
warm dampness that was collecting between her legs.  He then raised
his hand and delivered a potent smack, followed by more.  Tracy tried
to keep still but the smarting pain was getting the best of her.  She
cried out and squirmed.  He continued to spank her hard and 
without pause.  

He shifted focus to the lower part of her burning ass and again picked
up speed.  She let out one sharp wail, and then started to cry in
earnest.  He did not slow down or reduce the severity until her feet
kicked up off the ground.  

He put his forearm firmly against her lower thighs and simply said,
"Hush."  She forced her feet down, gulping and sobbing.  He delivered
a few more brutally hard smacks, and then stopped and began rubbing
the stinging, bright red skin.  His fingers now deliberately found her
warm slickness.  He began to fondle her genitals and prod her vagina. 
Tracy drew in a sharp breath, surprised at the level of her own
arousal and said, "Dave, oh shit."  Her excitement and arousal
followed a steep peak upward as he continued his ministrations.
Then he warned, "Don't you allow yourself to come until you have my
permission."  He tweaked her clitoris between his thumb and
forefinger. 

With that she blasted into orgasm, vocally indicating her intense
pleasure, and shuddering with the intensity of it.  When she quieted,
he lifted her to sitting position. 

"That was naughty, darlin', you were not supposed to orgasm until you
had my OK," he spoke into her neck and ears, covering the whole area
with kisses and an occasional nip.  "What am I going to do with you
now?" he asked. 

"You could take me out for dinner," she said seeing the two blackened
and cracked cylinders of sausage charing on the grill. 

He laughed and said, "Yes, I'll take you out to dinner, and then we
can go to my place and I'll give you a couple lessons in sexual
patience." 

Tracy was feeling a little overwhelmed and really didn't want to think
about these lessons.  "We're going to go slow and easy, right?" she
asked. 

"Sure," he said.  "We won't break out the whips and chains right away,
but . . . " he smiled and winked.  "Get your clothes on girl and I'll
pack the car." 


Winks

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