Shannon had been expecting the parcel but was jumped out of her skin when the bang on the door happened.
She had been pacing up and down waiting for it. Why had she given him her address? She knew it was a risk, but today was the day she had wanted for as long as she could remember. She loosened her gown as she was told and tested her lean forward. Yes, it moved enough to give the courier a good look. She opened the door and was suddenly embarrassed but knew she had to go with it. She looked at the man and noted how handsome he was. Normally she would have tried to flirt with him, always desperate for attention, only to have a couple of minutes banter and a memory for latter when she would masturbate to relieve her frustration.
Today was different, she wasn't allowed to flirt, but she had to make sure she was quite formal, matter of fact, except for the fact that she had to accidentally allow her gown to fall open and reveal her ample tits to him.
Why was she doing this, she thought, but she knew why. He understood her from the first moment. It was like he was inside her head. He knew he thoughts and dreams, nightmares and fears. That first few introductory lines had her so turned on, she would have done anything for him.
Her gown had come fully open, much further than she intended, but she went with it. The driver smiled as he looked at her full size 12 nakedness. In the past, if he had commented, she would have stood to one side and let him in. But not today, She gave him the flash as she was instructed, wrapped herself up again and maintained her formal tone, as she thanked him for the parcel, stepping back she shut the door.
She took the parcel to the kitchen and ripped it open. Inside she found a t-shirt and a tiny piece of clothing, she eventually worked out was a shiny black skirt. There was a pair of black canvas pumps. Her secret phone buzzed in her dressing gown pocket.
Put them on,nothing else allowed///action.polka.training 11:00am.
She looked at her clock, 10:35.
She felt the panic rise inside her. Throwing off her robe, she slipped the t-shirt on,it was so tight her 38DD breasts were barely contained and her large brown nipples poked through the thin material. She slid the skirt up her legs, and pulled it up. It was a tight shiny lycra skirt, she thought it would suit a skinny teenage girl, not a married 50 year old woman, but she had no choice. She had given herself to him fully and it was his desire.
She brushed herself down, running her hands over her skirt, which stopped mid-way down her thigh. Stepping into the hall, she stood before the mirror. The tiny white t-shirt and equally tight and tiny black skirt reminded her of when she had worked as a waitress.
Her front door was well hidden from public view, so she didn't mind flashing on her doorstep, but the issue was she needed to go in her car, which was out the back. Her back door was not so private, her elderly neighbour was often sat out on his patio. She couldn't walk past him in that. She decided to take her coat, she could leave it in the car, nobody would know, but then wouldn't he think it odd, her wrapped in a long coat on such a lovely day.
She looked at the time, she had checked out her meeting spot and it wasn't far. She looked again at the what3words app. She decided she was better walking. She could go out the front, down the lane and take the public footpath through the field and then into her spot. She made the decision and shut the front door behind her. She had no pockets, and she clutched her phone and keys in her hand.
She rushed along the path.
Buzz. When you get there, there is a big tree with two trunks. Stand and face it.
She knew the tree. It was the first place she had ever been naked in public, all those years ago. He was good.
Dressed like a whore, she rushed to the spot, 10:58 she would be late. She was feeling warm and was aware she had started to sweat. 11:01 she arrived and stood facing the tree.
Her phone buzzed.
Put your phone down. Lean forward and place one hand on each the the trunks. Do not look behind you.
She thought of turning, she thought of running, but she knew now that this was what she needed. All her life she had got away with everything. Her husband didn't deserve to be treated the way she treated him. He had put up with her affairs, her whims and anything she had wanted to do. She had cost him fortunes and never been a good wife.
She bent over and placed the phone she had been sent on the floor, and placed her hands dutifully on each trunk as instructed.
She heard a noise in the trees behind her, and had to fight the urge to look. She screwed her eyes up, aware the ridiculously short shirt had ridden up exposing her fully. She felt a presence behind her but didn't move. She thought she was going to be entered as she felt a body move to within touching distance of her, she could feel the heat of the man, but he wasn't quite touching. She heard a noise but couldn't identify it. Was it a belt or a zip? Suddenly she had a hand on her right wrist, clamped tightly, a body pushing itself against her bare bottom. The hand pulled her wrist backwards across her back, and she felt something being slipped over her wrist. The man behind her held her right hand and leaned over her with his full weight pressing down on her. He gripped her left wrist and pulled it to meet her right, slipping the cold hard plastic of a cable tie over her hand. They were pulled tight. Stand up. She obliged.
Turn around.
She hesitated, she had been talking to this man for a year, she had shared her most intimate details and thoughts, she had done things to please him, but now she would finally know what he looked like.
She turned around and was shocked. A man stood before her, dressed fully in black, his face covered by a balaclava, piercing blue eyes poking through the holes. He was filming her on his phone. He stepped forward and ripped the skirt down, discarding it to one side.
He lifted the t-shirt up, over her breasts and then lifted it over her head, pulling it down her arms behind her.
On your knees. Her heart was racing, her breathing shallow and quick.She had dreamed over this moment, when she would finally get the gift of her Master in her mouth. She wanted him so badly, she opened her mouth, ready for him, eagerly waiting for him to unzip his black jeans and use her mouth.
He knew she was waiting, and teased her by playing with is zip. She couldn't help but show the frustration on her face, and when he didn't react she looked directly into his eyes, Please, she begged.
He reached down and grabbed her shoulder length hair which now looked like it hadn't been brushed, since her had wrenched the t-shirt over her head and held it.
She was in heaven, he was about to stuff his cock into her mouth, and she wanted nothing more, but it didn't happen. His free hand reached down and grabbed at her rock hard nipple, squeezing it hard. He pulled upwards on it, holding her hair with the other hand, Stand Up. She struggled but was up. He stood before her. Lifting his balaclava just enough to uncover his mouth. He pulled her into him and kissed her, hard and passionately. She felt as if he was going to make her orgasm just from his kiss.
Suddenly he pulled back away from her, spun her around and guide her to the split in the trunk. He pushed her forward, so she had to bend. The bark of the tree was rough and nipped at her skin, but it felt good. She knew she was in the right position for the spanking her had promised her on that first communication, and he didn't disappoint. Thank you Sir, she naturally said as she felt the afterglow of the first sting. She tried to count, but each one got harder. She couldn't tell if it was his hand or an implement but it was good. She thought she had counted 12 but wasn't sure. Her bottom stung, and she felt like a naughty young girl back at school.
She could feel his presence moving around behind her. He had stopped with the spanking so she guessed he was filming his work.
It was quite for a while, she was worried he had left her but as she raised her self up to look, she knew it was a mistake. Who told you you could move? followed by the pain of a thick leather belt brought down at speed, followed by other strokes in quick hard succession. He stopped again. Her face was stinging with tears from the pain, but she felt good. She dare not move and stayed perfectly still as she felt her buttocks being forced apart, exposing her pussy and arsehole to her Master. She prepared herself mentally to be taken by him. Nothing happened and she couldn't move for fear.
It had been silent for ages, and she couldn't sense any movement, deciding that she should move, she slowly raised herself up, only to feel his full weight pushing her down, but he wasn't entering her, he was breaking the bonds around her wrists with something hard and cold. Her hands were free. He slipped the t-shirt off her, and told her to stay where she was.
Again it was silent, but still she didn't feel she could move. She noticed her backside was stinging and painful.
Get up. Slowly and gingerly she did, wondering if it was a trap for her, if she moved would she get a beating again, or was she now going to get what she wanted.
She turned around, rubbing her arm which had been scratched by the tree bark, to find herself facing him.
His zip was down and his cock stood proud from his jeans. She smiled and reached for him, only to have her hands clasped by his.
He made her kneel, and with his right hand he pulled his mobile out of his pocket, turning it to her and filming her.
Beg me. She knew by the look in his eyes he was serious. Please Sir, Let me have your cock in my mouth.
He reached down and grabbed her hand, guiding it to his dick. She wrapped her hand around it, but he held her wrist and stopped her from doing anything but hold it.
Please Sir.
He pulled her hand away from him and she looked confused frustrated and angry.
This was a punishment, not a treat. He put the phone back in his pocket, zipped himself up and turned to walk off, turning his head back, he simply said, get dressed go home and await my instructions and with that he disappeared into the woods.
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