****** Country Living by Razi ******
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Country Living


Ever since we decided to keep the house, you had promised me things would be
different. You said that since we no longer had to worry about a mortgage that
I could finally quit my job. You hated the way my job tired me so, and you
hated the way it upset my usually good demeanor.

I fell in love with the big old tree from the moment I first laid eyes on it.
You had wanted to cut it down, but when I cried at the thought, you said it
could stay. In the two weeks, since starting to clean the house whenever you
couldn't find me all you need do is look out the window and I would be there,
sitting under the tree allowing it's shade to envelop me.

You liked to tease me when you found me there. You liked to tell me that you
had changed your mind and then you would laugh at my protest. When I would
realize that you were not serious, I would stick out my tongue at you. This
only made you laugh harder, pull me close to you and tell me that in so many
ways I was like a little girl. You would at times place a hard swat on my
bottom and tell me, "If you aren't careful, I'm going to have to give you a
good spanking." To which I'd always reply by sticking my ass out in your
direction and say, "I dare you."

When I woke this morning I knew you were up to something. Experience has taught
me that whenever you fix me a breakfast like this one, you have something up
your sleeve. I sat at the table and as I ate I could hear you working in the
distance. The pound of your hammer seemed in perfect time with the beat of my
heart, and as I swallowed the last bit of juice in my glass, I decided to go
and see what you were up to. I figured that you had been up a while.

Since taking over this house in the country, you have changed as well. This
country life agrees with you. I have never seen you rise so early and so
refreshed. I open the fridge and take out the pitcher of iced tea. I plop some
ice into it and fill two glasses with ice as well. I place all three on a tray
and head out in your direction.

The freedom that living here has given us is incredible! I would never have
walked outside in my nightshirt before and now I would not think of dressing
before noon without a good reason. The chill of the morning air kisses my skin
and arouses my senses. As I approach you I draw in a long breath. I pour you a
glass of iced tea and as you take it I wipe the sweat from your brow. I look at
what you have been doing, and I don't get it. I ask what it is as I examine the
rope hanging from the tree. You tell me that it is something you have created
to allow you to do pull-ups. You demonstrate what you mean and I giggle. "Let
me try," I say. I position myself under the ropes and take hold of them. You
tell me that I'm doing it wrong and put each of my hands in the proper
position. I pull up, but don't get too far off the ground. You stand behind me
and before I realize it you have cuffed me to the rope.

"What?"

You tell me to relax and ask me if I trust you. You know that I do. Next you
are tying my feet to the ground. You stand back and look at me. You walk around
the tree and are behind me now. I can hear the sound of metal scraping metal.
You touch the cold metal to my neck as you push my hair over my shoulder. You
are so close that I can feel your hot breath on my neck and the sensation of
the cold metal and your breath make me shudder. I start to ask you what you are
doing, but am met with a "Shh" as you start to cut away my nightshirt from my
neck to down over my shoulders. First the left and then the right. You have
intentionally left my bra in place. My nightshirt now only supported by my
breasts, you return to my front, drop to your knees and begin to cut up towards
my chest making sure that the cold metal blade of the scissors make light
contact with my skin. My nightshirt falls away as you snip the last piece of
material holding it together and I am left before you in my ! bra and nothing
else.

You can see that I am nervous. You know that I worry that someone may see. You
lean into me and whisper, "Do you trust me?" I nod my head yes and begin to
speak, but you hush me again as you trace my lips with your finger. You again
stand back to examine your work. You reach out with the scissors and cut each
of the straps on my bra, then drag them along my collarbone and into my
cleavage. You cut away the material between the cups and my breasts fall free.
My nipples are erect partially from the morning air and partially from my
nervousness. Part of me wants to scream out, "This is not funny, let me go!"
but another part wants to tell you that this is what I've needed for a very
long time. Your hands begin a journey over my flesh. You are careful not too
move to quickly nor too slow. You vary your touch between light and heavy,
trying to gauge my reaction. You place small kisses on my neck as you gently
roll my nipples between your fingers. A moan escapes me and you take it! a
signal that I am ready for more. You increase the pressure on my nipples and
your kisses turn to small bites. You whisper into my ear again, "You look so
beautiful." And I can feel the buckle in my knees. For me there is no turning
back, something inside me wants more. Like the first lighting of a Christmas
tree, my soul has suddenly come alive.

Your hands have now found there way the inside of my thigh. There is no hiding
my desire for you now as you feel how wanton my desire is. You fall to your
knees again and find my clit protruding out from under its protective hood. You
tease it by lightly flicking your tongue over it and then place your mouth over
it and grab it between your teeth. I gasp as you introduce this bit of pain,
and before I have a chance to yell you lick it gently once again. Then you
flick your tongue along the lips of my pussy and insert just the tip into it.
My hips rock trying to entice you to fuck me. As I do you stop completely. "Not
yet," you tell me as you stand once again and kiss me deeply.

You disappear behind the tree again and return with something in your hand.
"Look at what I've found in the stable." You hold it up so I can better see it
and my eyes grow wide when I discover what it is. "I told you that one day you
were going to get a good spanking." You slap it against your leg as you walk
behind me once again. "Do you still dare me?" You caress my bottom with your
hand to make me think you were kidding so I would relax the tight clench you
caused by showing me the riding crop. You playfully tap my bottom with your
hand and I say, " I knew you wouldn't," sounding entirely too confident for
your liking.

You slap it harder than you ever have before and the sting causes tears to form
in my eyes. Then you caress it again. You repeat this 5 times on each cheek
before you say anything "Do you still think I won't?" you are now using the
crop tracing around the redness from your hand. I shake my head no as you press
yourself against me, allowing me to feel for the first time how hard your cock
has become. "Do you want this?" you ask as you press harder into me. "You know
I do, " is my response

"Tell me what you want?" You just have to hear me say it. You know that I am
not one for the profane, but you also have me where you want me, and you want
to hear me say it.

"I want you to make love to me."

You know that I will try anything not to have to say it the way you like to
hear it. SWAT! The crop lands firmly on my ass and then you rub where it
landed.

"Tell me what you want?" you say again.

"I want to have sex."

This time two firm swats fall accompanied by a firm, "TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT or
this time it will be five."

I don't want to say it and you know I don't want to say it. You reach up
between my legs to my pussy and I'm wetter than before. You insert two fingers
and begin to fuck me with them. I squeal as you plunge them in and out. You
feel the muscles begin to clench as you feel my orgasm build. You pull them
from me and again ask me to tell you what it is I want.

"I want you to fuck me! Please I can't take much more!"

You got what you wanted. You got me to say it. You've known that since the very
first time we ever made love that I thought the word 'fuck' was degrading, yet
this time I didn't care. I wanted you to fuck me. Not make love to me in the
sweet fashion I was used to, but fuck me in the rawest sense. You un-cuffed my
hands, but left my feet secured. You pushed me over as you freed your know
straining cock from your pants. You grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my
head back as you buried your cock into my pussy. Each thrust plunging deeper
than the one before.

When my orgasm hit, I bucked back hard against you. I had come many times
before, but this time the intensity had forced sounds from my throat that even
I did not recognize as my own. This enticed you to want more from me and you
pulled out of my pussy as my orgasm passed. You again inserted two fingers into
my pussy and scooped out some of my juices and spread them on my asshole. You
expected me to deny you, to tell you I wouldn't do it. You expected me to stop
you, but I did not say a word. You inserted one finger into my ass and felt how
tight this forbidden hole really was. You have always wanted to take me anally,
but I would never hear of it. Once I'd seemed to relax you inserted another
finger into me. I moaned an accepting moan and after a few minutes of gentle
massage by your fingers you decided that I was ready to be filled with your
massive tool. You carefully positioned yourself and began slow thrusts watching
as my ass relaxed and accepted inch after inch of your cock!

Once in ball deep you stopped to allow my bowel to accept this first intrusion.
I surprised you by inviting more by starting to fuck you. I had not ever taken
the initiative, but I liked this new sensation. You almost completely withdrew
and then would thrust back in. I could tell by your breathing that you would
not last too long and I was right. You pulled your cock from my ass and
splashed your cum up my back. You released my feet, spun me around and planted
a long deep kiss upon my lips.

We lay under the tree for a long time, you covering me in kisses as I lie with
my head resting on your chest. We talked about our plans for the house and what
we were going to do with the rest of the land. We returned to the house and
took a nice long shower and you let me have what you called a well-earned nap.

I awoke some hours later, from the smells of dinner lofting about in the house.
We ate dinner outside under the tree as well and you would notice me getting
lost in thought, as I looked up at the rope you had put there this morning. You
had gone to get dessert for us from the freezer in the kitchen. Two bowls of
ice cream, one chocolate and one vanilla. You passed the vanilla to me and I
sat there staring into the bowl.

"What's wrong sweetie?" you ask. I handed the bowl back to you and said, "I
don't think I like vanilla anymore."


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