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By *renz OP Man
over a year ago
Between Chichester and Havant |
You gave me that smile. The one that always makes me melt. I don't think you are fully aware what that smile does to me!
But at they same time you are being bratty today. You know which buttons to push. You've been pushing them for the last few hours. I know what you want. I certainly know what you need. But yesterday's session was pretty intense, I'm not sure it would be a good idea, but you think you know best, as always. But you don't, not really. You think you do, but that's not what we agreed. I also agreed to look after you, nurture you, so I will. Ignoring you makes it worse. You keep pushing, one button after another, I feel as if I'm going stir crazy.
I tell you to put your walking boots on, we are going for a walk. Perhaps the fresh air will calm you.
As we walk hand in hand, you skipping at times in a childlike innocence. But I know you are far from that! That smile again! But only because you think it will give you what you want. You pout as I ignore you, running on in front, becoming that brat again. I'm tempted to give you a little of what you want, just enough to calm you down. I call you back, take your hand again. It's then I spy the fallen tree just off the path. I pull you towards it. I sit down. That smile, you think you know what's coming, but you haven't seen what I've seen. I pull you across my knees, undoing and pulling your jeans down below your knees. You sigh. You are still showing last night's fun. I caress your beautiful arse, I can feel you flinch, expecting that first strike. But it's not going to come! I grab the plant next to me. My hands hardened from my work, the skin almost leathered, feels the tingle as I grab a handful and pull. You are waiting to feel that sharp sting of my hand, but it will be delivered, although not by my hand this time. I rub the foliage over your pert bum. You try to sit up, crying out. I hold you down my arm across your back and warn you to stay put. After all, this is what you wanted wasn't it? My attention. You have it fully now. I rub the nettles over you again, you call me names. Not what you expected is it? I push your legs apart, warning you to keep them open. I bring the nettles up between your thighs, stinging on their way up, until they reach your pussy, I play them over it, I can feel each movement you make every time they sting. I lay them there and tell you to close your thighs on them. A slight hesitation, but you do so. I'm sure every bite from the nettles is intensified as you crush them between your thighs, squeezing them onto your pussy as you do so. Your breath quickening, I stroke your hair, whispering into your ear that you are a good girl, my good girl. I feel you shudder, have you cum? A bunch of nettles between your legs, stranger things have happened. I lift you up, the nettles falling to the ground, I can see all the marks they have made. I know once the initial stinging subsides, they will irritate for days! A reminder of our walk in the country.
I promise to rub some cream in when we get home, to help ease the stinging you are still feeling. You give me that smile, you've got your own way again, but your walk back isn't so sprightly as it was on the way. |
