0 comments/ 25677 views/ 1 favorites Weekend in the Country By: Master484 The day dawns early, up here in the mountains, crisp and fresh. The sunlight, gently warming the dew off the spiders’ webs, nudges across our bodies, as we lay exhausted and content on the bed. Last night was wonderful. Everything I hoped and didn't dare expect. I had left you the note, and hidden along the bottom road, watching for your arrival. Through my binoculars I had seen you nervously enter, read the note, and move to the bedroom. I remember smiling at you. Wondering if you had deliberately disobeyed my instruction to eat first, knowing I would punish you. I decided that you probably had, and I vowed to make sure your curiosity as to my intentions would not get the better of you again! And boy, did I ever! I was so determined to punish you for simple disobedience, overjoyed at finally getting to land the blows myself, that I really gave you a much more severe whipping than you deserved. I was wondering at one stage if you thought I had gone too far, penetrating your ass so hard, but when I cradled you in my arms, ready to apologise for hurting you too much, you simply sighed, whimpered, and begged to be allowed to cum. That's when I knew I had made the right choice, meeting you. You really were the slavegirl of my dreams, and I went to sleep with a wicked smile on my lips! That smile is still on my lips as the sun reaches my eyes. Instantly I am awake, but it takes me a moment to remember I am not dreaming, and this small, tanned, brown haired beauty in my arms was mine - mine to own, to control, and to do with whatever I chose. My eyes divert from your sleeping figure curled round my chest down to my cock, aroused at the thoughts I am having. I gently leave you on the bed, and shower myself in the bathroom. Now, what shall we do today? Shall I plan things? I'm normally quite meticulous and thorough, but my instincts are to play this by ear, see how things develop… yes, that will be much more fun! My cock is still stiff, but I will make myself wait until just the right opportunity. Whilst I am debating with myself, you wake gently, and you also take a moment to gather your bearings, but the tender marks on your body, and the soreness inside your ass soon reminds you of where you are, and what happened. A moment of panic flashes through your mind, as you realise you are alone in the room. Did you displease your Master, has he left so soon, will you see him again? Then you hear the shower running, and smile, stretching like the cat that got the cream! Coming out of the shower, drying my self off, I hear you stirring in the bedroom, and then moving into the kitchen area. I hear the rattle of pots and pans, and realise I am famished. I laugh to myself as I realise I didn't eat anything last night either - maybe I should have given myself the whip as well, I smiled! I moved quietly to the kitchen, and stood at the doorway, watching your back as you work. If you're aware of me you don't show it, and I take a moment just to breathe in the way you look, standing there in my shirt and a pair of briefs, looking slightly disheveled, utterly gorgeous, your long brown hair flowing down your shoulder blades. "Good morning slave" You jumped, nearly dropping the pan. How long had I been there? You turn slowly, and see me in daylight for the first time. Your heart skips a beat as you see me in just the towel, my thoughts betrayed by the bulge within, a sight you have trouble keeping your eyes and your mind off. "I thought I'd make breakfast Master, to make up for my disobedience yesterday", you stammer, seeking reassurance, hoping that you shouldn't have just stayed in bed, and awaited your Master's pleasure, secretly wishing you had. It's almost a disappointment when I agree that you had done the right thing, and that I would go out to chop some wood until it was ready. Returning upstairs, and put on a pair of jeans, but it's quite mild outside, so I decide to leave the t-shirt off. I have to be very careful with my English style zip fastener - will this cock ever go down...I must think of a reason to punish you, and soon! After I leave to get dressed, you return to cooking breakfast, smiling. Now you know, all I had to do was say, and you would have crawled to me, kneeling at my feet, done whatever I commanded... You can see me through the window, working away gracefully with the axe on the logs, the controlled power of the strokes as I easily split the wood, muscles rippling, and glistening in the sunlight. You can't help yourself, your mind wanders, you picture not an axe, but a whip, and not a log, but yourself, splayed out over the tree stump, bound hand and foot, taking the blows on your exposed buttocks, screaming in pain...oh god...you touch yourself and close your eyes as you imagine my discarding the whip, and ramming my cock into your open and stretched pussy, screaming even harder as your cum again and again, tied over the stump, the smell of burning in your nostrils… oh no, that smell of burning is the breakfast! I work up quite a sweat cutting up the wood for tonight's fire, and quite a hunger too. Time for breakfast, it must be ready by now? I walked into the kitchen, and washed my hands. You seem even more disheveled, anxious even, as I sit down at the table. Your lips start to tremble as you quickly cross to the table, and kneel down at my knee. "I'm sorry Master, I... I... I burnt your food...I had to throw it away...I'm so sorry Master..." The look in my eyes tells you that this is not good news you are bringing to me, and once again you fear the punishment I may dish out, but your previous daydreaming have left you wet and unfulfilled, and your anxious pleadings are making your pussy hot again. I smile down at you. “So, my horny little girl has deliberately burnt the breakfast, just to provoke me perhaps? I can see the damp patch on your knickers slave, I see, too busy looking after number one?” You blush...god you blush beautifully, and look down, but when you look back up at me there is a twinkle in your eye, and a mischievous little smirk. "Well, if you will stand half naked in front of the window Master, what's a girl to do..." You couldn't resist, tempting the punishment despite the still painful marks, teasing the Master despite the consequences...you smile that wicked little smile. Well Master - your move, you think to yourself. I almost smile back...cheeky little minx! Well, if the lady wants attention, I decide to give her all the attention she can take! I stand up, and grab your arm, leading you into the sitting area, you struggle, but without conviction, knowing you are getting what you wanted... I stand you in front of a leather armchair, and place your hands behind your back. You look down to the floor, and then slowly up at me, pouting that beautiful little pout. I take off the shirt you're wearing, leaving only your damp knickers... your breasts hang free, nipples hard and erect, oh you are a horny one aren't you. I sit down with a mock sigh, and pretend to study you in front of me... You stand in front of me, hands behind your back, knickers pulled tight, showing every inch of your firm, moist pussy. You try to meet my gaze, but my gaze is too penetrating, and you turn your eyes down, waiting... "You are about to be punished for not paying attention to your chores, slave" I say, watching you shudder at the words, wondering if it is possible to make you cum just by scolding you. "You will place yourself over my lap, and put your hands on your head" My words, my tone of voice, they bring shudders to your body, getting hotter, you place yourself over my knee as ordered, hands on head. I pull your knickers down to your thighs, and begin to feel your heat. This is just wonderful...a beautiful submissive little slave girl, over my knee, quivering at my slightest touch. A dream come true? Definitely. Part of me wants to take you in my arms, say it doesn't matter, take you slowly there and then, but that wouldn't do, you need your punishment, you need your strong influence, then I will take you! I start to move my hand, rhythmically beating your bottom, slowly at first, then faster. I continue to scold you about burning breakfast, about paying attention. Your ass is burning, not yet stinging, but not far off. My harsh words seem to make the pain in your butt more defined, and you start to apologise to your Master, apologising for not concentrating on your work, promising to try harder next time. Now I start to spank hard! Your apologies are melting my resolve, and I know I must make you really sorry or I will lose control. My cock is so stiff, your bottom so red. You're pleading now, crying out in pain with every stroke, but your pussy is dripping, and my hand continues to fall harder, faster. Finally I stop the spanking, and take my time over admiring my handiwork! You wriggle, squirm, you're hot, but you will wait until I'm ready. Tears are streaming down your face - that was much harder than when I made you spank yourself, and you're much, much hotter, much more desperate. I push you off of my knees, and tell to you stand up. You brush your hair away from your face, and place you hands on your head...what a naughty little schoolgirl you look! I take out my cock (careful with the zipper!), and point towards it..."Does your pussy want to feel this?" I ask. Does it ever, you think! You’re almost there, you need to cum so bad, but you know that can only be on my command. "Yes please Master" you whisper. The look in your eyes as you whisper nearly makes me shoot there and then. "Climb aboard, slave, make me cum first, or else no more all weekend!" This last statement worries you a great deal, you know you won't be able to hold your orgasm much longer, and you hope to god I won’t take long. You climb across my lap, and slowly slide down my shaft. I start to moan as you move slowly up and down, every movement causing new shivers through your body. I reach out and touch your nipples, you shudder...you can't take much more. You pant, you gasp, you moan, you bite your lip. "Please Master...Master must cum first...can't...hold...on...pleeeeeeaaase Master" That does it! Oh wow, you look so sexy bobbing up and down on my lap, and your whimpering sends me over the edge. I cum so much, filling you deep inside with my juices. “ohhhhh yes, slave.... now slave...cum for me now slave...” You don't need a second invitation, with a final thrust down onto my cock, your whole body seems to explode with a white searing heat that is almost painful. Your pussy shudders, gripping my cock as my seed fills you. Screams now replace your moans, themselves replaced by whimpers, sobs, and ultimately a sigh of complete satisfaction. You collapse into my arms, still astride my cock, which is slowly going down. You smother my neck and face with hot kisses, and snuggle into my neck, content. Weekend in the Country Amanda puts the suitcase on the bed and begins packing the things needed for the trip to the country this weekend. She had convinced her fiancé Bill that a weekend away may be the very thing needed to put the magic back into their relationship and she smiled at the thought of it all as she packed the items carefully. Bill arrived promptly at 5pm for the 2 hour trip to the secluded cabin nestled in the woods that is advertised as an adult getaway. The rooms have xxx movies, waterbeds, and mirrors on the ceilings. There are also hot tubs and whirlpools outside to sit naked in and have a drink while watching the star filled sky on those warm nights. They arrive and get checked into their cabin shortly after 7pm. There is still about an hour of daylight left and Amanda convinces Bill to take a walk on one of the scenic trails before having the evening meal. They start down the narrow trail that is lined with pine trees and leads into deeper woods. They have been walking for about 20 minutes when they hear some muffled noises just off the trail and slowly make their way towards the sounds. Peering through a bush they both smile when they see a couple naked and in the throws of passion making love on a blanket in a clearing just off the path. They watch enchanted as the man positions the shapely woman on her hands and knees and moves behind her and rubs his thick cock against her pussy as she moans in delight. Bill gasps when he feels Amanda place her hand against his cock and begin rubbing it through his jeans but can't deny it is a total turn on as well. She rubs it some more then slowly unzips his jeans and begins moving her hand up and down the shaft as he gets more and more aroused. Amanda then turns him towards her and jerks his jeans down to his knees and takes his hardened cock into her warm mouth and begins sucking it as the other couple make love with wild abandon. She sucks him until fully hard then lowers herself onto a bed of soft grass near the bushes and slides off her panties and spreads her legs pulling Bill to her and he slips inside her wet pussy and begins fucking her wildly. Both are consumed with the incredible excitement of making love like this that they are totally unaware that they have acquired an audience until Bill empties his load into her and they both moan loudly; only to be horrified at the sound of clapping by two other couples that have stopped to watch the show. They turn red faced and slowly put their clothes back on and head back to the room where they collapse on the bed laughing at their lust filled walk. They bathe and head out to dinner and have a nice meal and are heading back to their room when the pass the hot tubs bubbling and they spy a couple taking off their clothes to get inside. They look at one another and grin as they decide to get in and they slowly begin undressing until they are both naked and they slip into the hot water and sigh at how good it feels. A waiter comes by and Bill orders them a drink and they sit back and look up into the night sky that is filled with a million twinkling starts and feel more relaxed than they have in quite sometime. They are drinking their wine when an attractive couple come by and ask if they can join and they nod and smile. They look at each other a little nervous but yet excited as the other couple undress and they watch their naked bodies slip into the hot tub opposite of them and they introduce themselves. As they begin talking they soon find out that they have many things in common and become very relaxed and comfortable with the other couple. Ted and Sally are a year younger than themselves and work in an upscale legal firm in the downtown area. Amanda moves her shoulders and moans that she needs a good back rub and to her surprise Ted mentions that he took a course on massages and would be happy to give her one and she looks at Bill who shrugs his approval and soon Ted's firm hands are on her shoulders working the muscles in her neck and upper back as she closes her eyes and savors the feeling of it. As the evening progresses the two couples become more at ease and soon decide to play a game of truth or dare and have a great time with some of the questions. Ted then asks a question and Bill chooses a dare and Ted stuns them by announcing the dare is that they exchange lovers for the night and he looks at Amanda who is now smiling at the prospect. Bill looks at the attractive Sally and decides to take them on it and they finish another drink and dress and Bill kisses Amanda and Ted kisses Sally and tell each other they will see them in the morning and each head to their respective bedrooms. Inside Bill locks the door and Sally slowly walks to the bed and strips naked seductively and motions for him. Bill swallows and slowly removes his clothes and approaches her and soon they are lying naked on his bed. She turns him face up and straddles his body as she moves her pussy over his cock as it comes to life. She reaches behind her and guides his cock into her warm wet pussy and begins riding him as he cups her breasts and begins sucking them lustfully as her nipples harden. In the other room Ted has Amanda lying naked on the bed and takes some strips of nylon and ties her hands to the bedposts and slowly inches his huge cock into her and begins fucking her wildly as she moans from the thrill of it all. Both couples make love all night long and sleep till late the next morning where they all meet for a noon brunch and make plans for that evening. Back in their room Bill and Amanda share the night before with each other and fall deeper in love. Weekend in the Country My wife has always gotten attention with her tight little body. Angela works out a lot. I have never minded that she fools around with the body-builder types she meets at the gym. It spices up our love life. She is a merciless teaser, always taunting me with unfavorable comparisons. "Finally, I found a man with real muscles," she would say. "You got to work out more." Or, "Did I tell you I might be pregnant?" She would always giggle after that one. Seriously, we had a few pregnancy scares. To be honest, I am not so sure I am the father of our youngest. I don't want to find out. One night after we put the kids to the bed, Angela dressed seductively in silk pajamas that matched her blue eyes. She brushed out her hair. The look on her face told me she wanted to tell me something. "I got the strangest request today," she said, her hand groping my groin as we stretched out in our king size bed. "Oh yeah?" "I met an Asian woman in my yoga class. We like to hang out in the sauna together. Julie has a black boyfriend. They're into domination games, which is really funny. Julie is kind of bossy and Ted is a big teddy bear. Behind closed doors, the roles get reversed. Julie is the put-upon sex slave. She wears the collar, gets a weekly spanking no matter whether she has been good or bad. It keeps her in her place, she says. But Ted has sort of freaked out with his latest demand. He wants her to procure some more sex slaves for him. He wants to build up a little harem. She has been asking women if they would want to sleep with him." I was hard as a rock. Angela blushed. "God, you're such a pervert to be turned on by this." I leaned over her and pulled down her pajama pants. After we made love, Angela said, "So I guess you're OK with it?" She laughed in self-satisfaction. "It means I will have to spend next weekend at their cottage in the woods. I will leave a lasagna in the fridge. Don't forget about Betty's soccer game on Saturday morning." Angela was gone by the time I got home from work on Friday evening. The kids and I watched some TV together, but I couldn't stop thinking about what she was up to. To make the weekend go by faster, I was the ideal father and husband. I took the kids shopping for new school clothes. I caught up on some work around the house. We warmed up Angela's lasagna for our Sunday night dinner. We were all disappointed when Angela left a message saying she would be delayed in getting home, probably not returning until Tuesday morning. I took it to mean she was having a good time. I couldn't wait to hear the details. I called up a cleaning service. I wanted the house to be spotless for her return. When I got home Tuesday, Angela was out by the barbecue, grilling some veggie kebabs, my favorite meal. The kids were playing in the pool, happy their mom was home. Angela was dressed in jean shorts that hugged her ass and a tight pink T-shirt from a marathon that was organized to raise money for breast cancer research. She put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. We hugged each other tightly. "So glad you're back," I said. "Me too," she said and gave me a pinch and a little wink. That night, Angela told me she was too sore to have sex but was willing to compensate with a hand job. You would think I would have been disappointed, but I wasn't. "Your penis is so cute," Angela cooed with affection. "I like its pink mushroom head." She stroked me some more. "It's not the biggest dick, but that's OK. I need to recover for a while." I soon came in her palm. While she wiped me with a wash cloth, she gave me a few details. of her weekend as a procured slut. Ted and Julie picked her up in their sports car on Friday afternoon. Because there are only two car seats, Julie and Angela had to share the passenger seat. They made out while Ted drove them through the country side. Julie was aggressive about feeling her up. Angela said it was the first time she ever kissed a woman. She enjoyed it. They arrived at a secluded cottage overlooking a lake. Their first night was pretty subdued. They did not want to scare Angela off, I guess. They opened a bottle of wine, sat on a dock and dangled their toes in the water. Then Ted put his arms around both of them and gave them each a peck on the check. They nuzzled up against him. Emboldened by the Pinot Noir, Angela said she reached for his groin and began rubbing him through his pants. Ted gave Julie a look that told her she had did well. He giggled. "We're going to have a good time this weekend," he chuckled. "I told you she was a slut," said Julie with a smirk. Angela gave her a little push as a mock protest. Ted led them both to the master bedroom. The bed was covered with an old country quilt. The cottage smelled a little musty from having been closed up a few weeks. Angela said her clothes were quickly seized by the hands of Ted and Julie. Angela tugged at their clothes in turn. The bed springs creaked at every movement, which made everybody laugh. Ted laid back on the bed as Julie and Angela explored the mountain that was his dick. "You weren't kidding about his dick," said Angela between gasps. "It's huge." "He's my man," Julie said proudly. Their eyes gazed at each other as they took turns swallowing him. Angela said she was wet from the sheer size of his penis. She could hardly fit him in her mouth. Julie, who is a really tiny woman, could deep throat him and quickly took over. Angela was slightly annoyed, thinking that Julie was showing off her skills as a cocksucker. Angela remembers that Ted groaned and Julie closed her eyes when he came in her mouth. Julie licked her lips. Before Angela could say anything, Julie kissed her and Angela tasted the salt in Ted's come. Then Ted watched as Julie pounced on Angela. She obviously wanted to put on a show for master. Angela was surprised that someone so small could be so fierce. Julie is barely five feet tall and very lithe. Julie found her Angela's clit. She played with her tits. Julie even pulled on her hair a little. As Ted's dick was springing back to life, Julie got Angela to kneel on all fours. Angela gasped as Ted mounted her from behind. He slapped her ass a few times while Julie lay beneath them, licking their genitals. Angela estimates she had two orgasms before Ted pulled out and came over her butt. Julie licked the come off her. Angela was turned on by Julie's tongue but felt a little disappointed that Ted did not come inside her. They fell asleep, curled up together like cats. The next morning, they got up early and went to a greasy spoon for breakfast. They snuggled into a booth, drank coffee and ate scrambled eggs. Angela was surprised to learn that Ted was really into antiques. When they went shopping later, Ted bought Angela a vase. When they got back to the cottage, Ted raked the leaves in the yard and Julie dusted and cleaned around the cottage. Angela offered to help but was not allowed as the guest. So she lay in the hammock and read a cheap romance novel. She was napping before long. Angela woke to Julie's shrieks of pain. Julie was naked and wincing every time she was struck by the lash. Her arms were stretched were stretched between two trees. Ted was annoyed that Julie was making so much noise. So he gagged her and resumed the whipping a little while longer. Angela just stared from the hammock, admiring the red welts on Julie's ass. Julie collapsed from exhaustion as soon as Ted untied her from the trees. She groveled at his boots, thanking him for the much-needed discipline, promising to be a better slave in the future. Ted knelt down, mussed up her hair and gave her a kiss. He attached a leash to her collar and led her to the hammock. It was so strange to see dirt on Julie's face and her hair a mess. Julie was usually meticulously clean, always taking long showers at the gym. On this afternoon, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was a total wreck. "I would like you to make love to my master," Julie said. "He told me he has grown tired of my boney ass and small breasts. I no longer please him any more." Julie stared at the ground. She was sobbing from shame. "You don't have to ask me twice," said Angela, bouncing off the hammock. Getting into the game, she kicked Julie in the ass, making her cry out in pain. Impressed, Ted gave Angela a hug and passionate kiss. He lifted Angela off the ground and carried her to the cottage. Julie followed behind, crawling on the ground. Julie watched from the corner of the bedroom as they made love into the evening hours. Occasionally, she would fetch hot towels or glasses of wine for them. After a break, Angela took a last sip and said, "I think I am ready for another go. God, I love this black cock." Angela spread her legs and winked at Julie as Ted mounted her. When Ted shot his fifth load of into Angela, Julie was invited into the bed so she could lap up Ted's come. "You're such a good pussy licker," Angela moaned. "You better not stop until I tell you." Julie liked harder as Angela shuddered from an orgasm. After a brief respite, Angela kicked off Julie off the bed. "What was I thinking?" Angela wondered. "What was I letting that whore do? I want this man's babies! I want to carry this man's precious seed, not let that whore taste it in her filthy mouth." Angela turned to face Ted. "You had better mount me, again," she said. He chuckled as Julie cried from the floor. "Please, no," she sobbed. The weekend carried on pretty much that way. Julie was never allowed back into the bed. She slept on the floor. She was not allowed to put on any clothes. While Angela really wanted to get home to her family, Julie pleaded with Angela to stay an extra day to please her man. Angela said she wanted to get together with them next month too. She told me another secret. "You know I stopped taking birth control, right?" she said. "We better start thinking of how we'll tell your family about our black baby." Weekend in the Country Ch. 2 This is simply delicious – just sitting here, my slave curled up on my lap. I smile to myself, what better feeling can there be in the world than a sweet little naughty slave, whispering thank you as she nuzzles her face deeper into your neck. I can feel the heat of her breath, and the heat of a different kind from her ass. A heat that I have created, a heat that was willingly received and accepted, craved almost, by my beautiful girl. How lovely and vulnerable you look, just as I expected, everything I wanted. Strong willed (you'd have to be to stay still, the way I spank!), sometimes fiery, often cheeky, oh that twinkle in your eyes! I feel my ejaculation between your legs, slowly making it's way back out of your pussy, mingling with the juices created by your own pleasure. I didn't think it could get better than last night, seeing you tied up, waiting, ready, but punishing you for real, in daylight for the first time, well that was something else! I watch you as you curl, that sweet afterglow that always follows a hard spanking, and a damn hard orgasm! Breathing deeply, heavily, the only words that can come are simply "thank you Master". You whisper these words into my body, pressing closer and closer, feeling the delightful tingle of liquid on your leg, trying to hold on to it as long as possible, treasuring the semen like a gift, reliving the feeling of my erect cock with each drip that returns from inside you... mmmmmmm, "thank you Master". You stay, safe, curled in my arms, and time passes by, leaving us alone together, satisfied with the moment, not wanting it to end. I don't know how long I held her, it felt so good, I never wanted to let go, just wanted to hug and squeeze, but a rumbling in my stomach reminded me of exactly how we got into this position in the first place! I stirred slowly, and glanced briefly at the clock - no wonder I'm so hungry, we've laid like this for hours, it's almost noon! I could kick myself - this is the only full day we'll have together, and I'm sat her holding onto you, when we really should be cramming in every waking (and sleeping) moment. But then I stop, and I realise, that nothing we could have done instead could have been as perfect as simply holding. Instead of trying to cram everything in, I decide that it is a lot better to take our time, to enjoy each other, and to build up to pleasure slowly, like a pressure cooker, until the steam blows us apart inside. Yes, I will take my time, and enjoy... You have never felt so relaxed as you do now. Normally you can't sit still for five minutes, and here you are, lying in the arms of your Master, wishing it would never end. As I stir you try to hold on tighter, willing me not to move, to stay, but I move further, and you uncurl your legs, and fall to your knees next to the chair. Your eyes look up at mine, as I hold on to your hands. You smile sheepishly, then grin. "I didn't burn your breakfast on purpose, Master. I wish I’d have thought of it though... " I laugh, there's that impish grin, twinkle in your eye, cheeky words. That's what I like, that's why you're my number one slave - the only one I would ever need! I try to be stern, but I can't help but grin. "Cheeky little slave... If I thought you had done it on purpose I would have never have been so lenient with you!" Lenient? You wonder to yourself. Tell that to my ass Master, you think, your bottom still warm to the touch, you wonder what it is like to feel me when I am not lenient! Yes, you think to yourself, that's it - let's find out, let's see how much trouble I can get into, and see what my Master is really like when dealing with a sassy little slave girl! I see the smile spreading across her face, and not for the first time I wonder what she's thinking - better not ask, I'm sure if I did I'd have to spank you again, and I need food, I will savour the pleasure of your body later. "Go, wash yourself, slave... and we'll drive down for lunch. " With a pout, a smile, and a sigh - almost simultaneously (how does she do that!), you get up off your knees and retire to the bathroom... Weekend in the Country Ch. 3 Chapter 3: The Restaurant Within 20 minutes, we are both ready for the short trip down the mountain to the village at the bottom. I chose this place very carefully, knowing that the food, although rustic, was excellent. I'm wearing plain slacks, and a shirt, open to the collar, but the site of you just takes my breath away in a slinky slip of a dress that barely covers your bare thighs, and seems to shimmer every time you move. I must have been staring, because I see you smile at me… You knew that this would do the trick! I can't take my eyes off you, which is exactly what you wanted. “Yes Master” you think, “I'm going to show you what sassy means, let's have some fun…” "Do I look ok Master?" you enquire seductively, after presenting yourself in front of the car and twirling round… Little minx, I smile to myself, there she is, twirling round, showing off, teasing me. But I'm not going to rise to it, let's see how far she'll push! "you'll do…get in". That seemed to stop you a little, I could see that pout for a fraction of a second before you hid it. What did she expect I wonder? Me to fall onto her, take her there and then on the bonnet? Yes, you probably did! "Well, Master…seems like I've got to go a little bit further to raise your interest" you think to yourself. "Well that's okay by me - I'm glad it's not so easy to get you going!" You get in to the car, and pull your legs up onto the seat, as close to kneeling as you can get, watching me for any reaction to your playful little routine. You stare at me as you climb into the car beside me, and I finally look at you, but all I do is smile, shake my head slightly, and drive off with you blowing little kisses in my ear. You almost tumble down as I move the car out of the driveway, and you return to sitting on the seat, crossing your arms in the perfect imitation of a little girl who can't get her own way. Delightful! I can almost imagine you stamping your little foot. Silly little slave, you know Master never forgets any sign of petulance. You will be punished - eventually! We reach the little country restaurant, one of those places that time seems to have passed by, with the unmistakable smells of late night debates over long cherished brandies. The whole place is an uncluttered mess, smacking of amiable bonhomie, visitors welcome, but definitely a local place. The owner smiles at us as we walk in, well I walk, you almost waltz in the door, smiling and laughing, filling the room with your presence. At any other time I would have been impressed by the infectious giggle, and proud of the way the young locals stared at my slave, today I find it annoying, but I'm not going to let it show. Two can play, slave - but you know who will win! You're a little unsure as to what to do now, your naughty little girl act, together with your flimsy dress, is normally enough to drive any Master to taking you in hand, but you have received not the slightest raised eyebrow. “God he's a cool one!” you think. “Oh well”, you sigh to yourself, it seems you'll just have to be a little bit naughtier to get your Master's attention. We eat a splendid lunch, but I really had to force myself to remain calm and jovial, as you flutter your eyes round the room, smiling at any man who holds your gaze - yes, even the toothless farmer in the corner…God he must be eighty at least! You're not going to rattle me slave, but I will not forget… The lunch finished with, I order coffee, but you insist on mineral water for yourself, no ice, in a straight glass. The waiter can hardly write for looking down at your cleavage, which you seem willing to show for him. I grit my teeth, and act impervious to your obvious flirting A smile reaches your lips in triumph. “Ha...I saw you Master! I saw you gritting your teeth, biting back your rebuke, ordering me to behave. I got you Master, but wait, I haven't finished yet, just wait until you see my finale!” The drinks arrive, double quick time - I wonder why! The waiter barely glances away from your body, as you stretch your arms above your head, purring like a cat, The waiter picks up your drink, and you remove the cherry from the glass, pulling it slowly from the stick with your teeth, never taking your eyes off the waiter. You slowly slip the glass between your lips. Even I'm getting horny, what's this poor young waiter thinking? You sip a little water, and then let the whole of the rest of your glass fall, spilling over your skimpy dress, the material instantly sticking even closer to the contours of your body, becoming see through. "Oh…clumsy me…" you say, never once taking your eyes off the waiter, who seems to be having trouble breathing. He seems to be having trouble walking as well, as he almost stumbles into a table in his effort to return to the bar. You see the faintest glimmer of anger in my eyes. oh boy are you going to get it now. You couldn't have done better if you'd have asked for a spanking there and then. I can see it in your eyes as I try to control my smile – your whole body is shouting “Your move, Master!” I am furious at your behaviour, and your quite deliberate attempts to provoke me into punishing you, but I am determined to wait. I am going to show you how I deal with really naughty little girls like you. I force a smile…"Never mind darling, let's get in the car, and go for a drive" Yes, slave. Play your little games, you know I'll make you sorry. You want me to make you sorry! And I will. But I control the situation, and from now on expect the unexpected!