Into the Woods- Part 2

Once we had hiked in far enough, B found a log to sit on and over his knee I went. He started off spanking me with his hand over my skirt, and I remember thinking to myself, “I thought this would hurt a lot more!”. He was being easy on me though, and after about a minute of that, he flipped up my skirt and started spanking a little harder over my panties. It stung, and I began to shift a little, causing him to pull me in against him more firmly. My mind was buzzing with thoughts: “Wow, this kinda stings. . .it's not so bad, though. . . I can't believe I'm actually getting a spanking!. . .this feels right, I like it here . . ow, that one hurt. . .I want more!” The spanking came to an end, though, and B sat me up on his lap to ask how I was doing. My dazed grin must have said it all, because he stood me up and told me to bend forward and place my hands on the log because he had something else for me to try (spanking-wise, get those minds out of the gutter!).

I did as he said and peeked back over my shoulder to see him picking up a long stick from the ground. I panicked slightly, but I trusted him by this point and kept my position. Tapping the switch against my pantied bottom, B snapped it down quickly, causing me to inhale sharply. It certainly felt a lot different than his hand, but I found myself with a similar desire for it to continue, to see just how much I could take, to feel the increasing warmth and sting in my backside. It hurt, and it felt so wonderful to me.

The switching was very short, and soon I stood up, rubbed my bottom, and let my skirt fall back down as we hiked down to our cars. That night, in bed, I remember feeling my bottom for the longest time, running my fingers up and down the slightly reddened skin, savoring the knowledge that I had recently been over someone's knee, skirt up, getting my naughty bottom spanked. I knew then that is was only the beginning.