I had the perfect weekend. Me, my canoe, and put tent out on the river. A little fishing, swimming, and sunning.
I pulled up on the side of the river at what looked to be a nice place. I was sweaty so decided to go for a quick skinny dip. I laid under a tree and let the warm breeze dry me off. It felt so good. I got up and dressed, and started to put up my tent, when I saw a huge rugged man, and he immediatly asked, "Don't you know this is private property?" When I apologized and offered to leave, he said "You city punks have to learn not to trespass on private property. The next thing I knew, he came around to my side, put his huge arm around my waist, and held me suspended at his side. My butt was facing forward, and he gave me two good smacks accross the seat of my jeans.
He carried me up to his house, all the while I am humbly apologizing, and ask him to just let me go. He lets me down and comes up to me. He had to be 6'5", with massive thighs, and muscular chest. "Now you're going to learn to respect other people's property, now strip." In a panic, I run for the door, only to feel his strong arm grab me, and his hand come up in my crotch. He easily puts me down on the floor, and gets up on top of me. His muscular butt was in my face. I'm helplessly fighting him, as I feel him unsnap my jeans, the zipper comes down, and I feel his big thumbs at my waistband. With one quick, powerful yank, my pants and shorts were around my ankles. In no time, I find myself naked and terrified. He asked me, "When was the last time you had a good whoopin boy?" I stammer, and he pulls me to a chair.
He puts me across his lap and he ignores all my begging and pleading. I feel his hand across my bared bottom. It was so big it must have covered my whole butt, not to mentioned caloused. He now begins a steady, sound spanking. I yell, and put a hand behind me, to try to protect my behind. Without saying a word, he stands up and gets a cord, and ties my wrists together in front of me, and goes right back to the heavy spanking. The sting is unbelievable, and I am kicking my legs around wildly. I'm begging him to stop, but he says nothing. He pulls me up and wrapps another cord around my ankles. I'm now hog tied, bacck across his lap, and get the spanking of my life. I beg and plead, and he says nothing, just SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
Now he stands me up. I am in pain and humuliated. He leaves the room, and comes back with a sawhorse, with a thick padding across the top. I'm thinking this isn't the first time he's done this. He throws me over the thing, I feel my legs being untied, and then each ankle fastened to the horse. Next both wrists. I'm totally helpless. I look uo and see him standing before me. He is unbuckling his thick leather belt. With one quick yank, it's off, he doubles it over, and gives it a crack.
I'm begging again, but he doesn't say a word. He goes behind me, and I YOWL as the crack of his belt comes across my tender fanny. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, and no amount of pleading or me yelling gets him to stop.
I finally think it's over, when he pulls my butt up in the air higher. Then I hear his zipper pulling down. OH NO.