The following story was written to celebrate the 100th story posted to my blog.
I had to split it up into 5 parts to share on reddit.

I hope you all like it and return for many more stories.

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Amy was on her way home, driving through the empty night. It was late and dark, the headlights of her car the only light by which to see.

She was returning from a convention. She had been nervous at first, to go by herself, but she’d had a great time. There had been live performances, booths selling the most naughty products and interesting people to meet.

By her side, on the passenger seat, was a bag with the spoils of her night. It contained a book, signed by her favorite author, James; a whole pack of flyers advertising similar events; a new, wooden paddle she was eager to try out on herself; some jewelry with symbolism known only by those who shared these interests; a necklace that kept a precarious balance between kinky collar and suitable-for-work choker; a large collection of calling cards from men who had approached her for photoshoots or video’s or even just a date. Those last few were all going into the thrash at home.

Her favorite purchase however, was a small vibrating egg with a remote control. It boasted a silent mode that guaranteed no-one would be able to hear when it was turned on, no matter where you wanted to play. Unable to wait until she arrived home, Amy had decided to try it out right away. She’d put the egg between her thighs, pressed up against her pussy and turned it onto its lowest setting. She didn’t turn it up all the way, and definitely didn’t want it inside of her, not while she was driving. The soft, gentle vibrations were enough to keep her horny and alert, without being a distraction.

Amy was almost home, when she was suddenly distracted by flashing blue lights and a short burst of a police siren, urging her to pull over.

She stopped by the side of the road, the patrol car stopping behind her, its blue lights illuminating the inside of her vehicle.

Amy cursed, quickly grabbing the bag on the passenger seat, digging inside for the remote control. She couldn’t find it, and suddenly she heard a knock on her window.

She blushed, egg still vibrating between her legs as she looked outside at the officer gesturing for her to roll down her window.

“What were you doing with that bag?” The police-officer asked as the glass panel slid down.

“Nothing.” Amy replied, hoping that the silent-mode worked as well as promised and he couldn’t hear the purring between her thighs.

“Can I see what’s in that bag, please?” The officer asked.

Amy blushed. “I’d rather not.”

“Step out of the car please.” The officer commanded.

Amy licked her lips. “Why?” She asked.

“I have reason to suspect unlawful activity.” The officer replied. “The way you acted as I approached your vehicle gives me reason to believe you are carrying something illegal. I will have to search your car.”

Amy bit her lips. “I’ll show you.” She said, not willing to get up and potentially reveal the secret she had buried between her legs.

“Hands off the bag!” The officer shouted as she reached for it. “Get out of the car now.”

Amy blushed, but didn’t want to antagonize the officer any further. Luckily, as he stepped back from the car, leaving her eyesight for a second, she found the opportunity to pluck the egg from between he leg and drop it underneath the car seat. It was still vibrating, but as advertised inaudible over the car’s engine.

“Go stand in front of the car where I can see you, place your hands on the hood while I search your car.” The officer commanded.

Amy quickly followed his instructions, blushing when he grabbed the bag while she stood slightly bent over, looking through the front window.

“What is all this?” The officer asked, pulling out the book, her toys and jewelry and finally the paddle.

“I got those at a convention.” Amy explained.

The officer got back out of her car after placing the bag back in its seat, only the paddle still in his hands. “I see now why you wanted to hide this from me.” He said with a smile, no longer seeming as antagonistic as before, realizing he might’ve overreacted. “You can relax, I no longer believe I have a reason to suspect criminal behavior.”

Amy breathed deeply, realizing she’d been holding her breath. She could feel her muscles relax, though she was still blushing deeply.

“Do you know why I stopped you this evening, miss?” The officer asked.

Amy shook her head. How long was he going to let her stand there, slightly bent over at the hood of her car? “No, sir.”

“Didn’t you notice the stop sign then, the one you just passed at full speed?” He asked.

Amy shook her head again. “No sir, I’m sorry I must’ve missed it. But there’s no-one else out here this late, does it really matter?”

The officer smacked the palm of his hand with the paddle. “Of course it matters. I was going to let you off with a warning miss, but if this is your attitude, maybe I shouldn’t.”

Amy licked her lips. “No, of course, you’re right. I should’ve been paying better attention.”

“Are you returning home to your boyfriend, miss? Or your husband perhaps? You should give them this paddle and tell them what you did so they can make sure you’ve learned your lesson.” The officer told her.

Amy blushed. She was eager to play with the paddle when she got home, but she’d be playing by herself. “I don’t have a boyfriend, sir, or a husband.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him, but it didn’t feel right to lie to a police-officer.

“A shame.” The officer reacted. “A naughty young lady like you could use a good paddling. Anyway, I said I’d let you off with a warning and I will. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Amy nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“All right, you can get back in your car and continue on your way.” The officer said.

Amy stood up straight and slowly walked towards the officer, nervous as she approached him.

“Here, you’ll want to have this back.” He said, holding out the paddle. “You might get some use out of it some day.”

Amy blushed and reached out to grab it, just as the officer pulled it back.

“Unless.” He said. “You want me to use it, to better help you remember the warning I gave you?”

Amy bit her lip. Her day at the convention, the live performances, the vibrating egg between her thighs on her way home, even being stopped and searched; it all had her turned on greatly. “If you think that’s what I deserve, sir.” She replied.

“It’s not about what I think, miss.” The officer said. “Legally all I can do is give you a ticket, or let you off with a warning. That doesn’t mean however, that you can’t ask me for something else.”

Amy blushed. “Would you please help me remember to pay better attention in traffic, sir?” She asked.

“Go back to the front of the car, young lady.” The officer said. “Bend over the hood of the car, as deep as you can go this time.”

Amy blushed deeply. Wait, he wasn’t going to do it right here, was he? She’d expected him to follow her home, or at least take her into the backseat of his patrol car. Not spank her out here in the open for all to see. “Out here?” She asked.

“You said so yourself.” The officer replied. “There’s no-one out here this late at night.

Amy bit her lower lip. He was right and besides, she was greatly turned on by the possibility of being caught. Wasn’t that why she’d bought that silent, remote-control egg?

Nervously, she walked to the front of the car. To bend over the hood she had to bow down deeply, her bottom arched high up in the air as she rested her upper body on the warm metal.

The officer was beside her in seconds, placing one hand on her back, the other on her bottom. Amy bit her lips again, to stop herself from moaning excitedly.

The uniformed man made no secret of the fact that he was going to take as much advantage of the situation as he could. He groped and fondled her backside, squeezing the soft flesh of her buttocks until Amy nearly forgot she was supposed to be getting a spanking and considered that perhaps he had forgotten too.

The officer raised her skirt before even the first smack had landed and Amy couldn’t help herself but moan softly when she felt the cool night air on her exposed buttocks.

She could feel his fingers, tracing the edge of her silken panties, his hand cupping her pussy as he pushed it between her thighs. Amy moaned deeply, not protesting the deeply intimate touch.

“These are soaking wet.” The officer teased her. “That explains why the seat of your car felt so cold and clammy. That must’ve been quite the convention you came from.”

Amy blushed deeply, remembering the vibrating egg between her thighs, how she’d been squirming in her seat on her way home.

The officer then raised his hand and smacked her upturned behind. The sound echoed through the empty street.

Amy moaned and squirmed as the police-officer chastised her backside. His hand connected with her bottom again and again, her buttocks bouncing from the impact.

It hurt, but not enough yet to make her squeal or make her forget how horny she was. She arched her back, swaying her bottom side to side in an enticing way, and then showing off her wet panties as she spread her legs to better keep her balance.

Her bottom was pink and stinging when the officer paused to place his hand on her behind. He groped and squeezed, feeling her glowing flesh in the palm of his hand. He let his fingers wander, between her thighs, over the thin, soft fabric of her panties, feeling her lips underneath, reminding her of how wet she was.

Amy moaned deeply, but her punishment wasn’t over just yet. The officer grabbed the panties he’d been caressing and without a word or question, pulled them down, baring her bottom and revealing her throbbing, swollen pussy.

Amy closed her eyes, blushing deeply at being so exposed, out in the open, by an officer of the law and yet she did not protest.

She could feel his hand now on her bare pussy, his fingers between her lips. But then, he raised his hand again, spanking her now naked backside.

Amy squirmed and whimpered. The pain slowly increased, slowly became real, like a real punishment should. As her bottom swayed side to side, it was no longer just to show off, but also a feeble attempt at dodging the incoming strokes from the officer’s hand.

Her skin began to burn, her bottom to ache from the ongoing punishment, there was a throbbing pain that was strangely in sync with the sound of flesh hitting flesh that echoed through the night.

Then finally, he stopped. His hand caressing her red, sore bottom. “Is this helping, miss?” He asked.

Amy blushed, reminded that she’d been the one to ask for this. Technically. “Yes, sir.” She replied.

“You’ll pay better attention while driving from now on?” The officer asked.

“Yes, sir, I will.” Amy promised.

“Good. Of course we still have the paddle to go.” He then said.

Amy grunted deeply, she’d almost forgotten about that. Yet she didn’t protest, she wanted this punishment, the fact that she had no control over it was what made it so exciting. Even if it would hurt, no, the fact that it would hurt, was what proved that her submission to it was real.

The officer placed the wooden paddle against her backside.

Amy bit her lips and braced herself.

The paddle swung through the air and landed across her bottom.

Amy squealed loudly, her voice carrying far and loud through the empty streets.

She blushed deeply, sure that someone must’ve heard. Someone would be out there, even this late, right? There were houses on both sides of the street. No lights were on, but that didn’t mean that there was no-one inside to hear her.

Yet that didn’t stop her from howling again as the next swat landed across her backside. She didn’t want to keep quiet, the greater the risk of being exposed, the more turned on she got. And even if she wanted to be silent, she wouldn’t be able to. The police officer firmly paddled her bottom and all she could do in response was squeal.

Again and again the paddle smacked into her behind, her buttocks bouncing, her flesh rippling from the impact. The pain she felt multiplied, until she forgot about his intimate touch, about his fingers caressing her pussy, about the vibrating egg hidden under the seat of her car. She’d almost forgotten this was supposed to be a punishment, so aroused she’d been. Yet the police-officer seemed to have remembered because he relentlessly punished her backside, hard and firm, making her howl and squeal.

Finally, when her bottom was bright hot and fiery red, he stopped. Amy was moaning and whimpering, stomping the ground with her feet. The officer placed his hand on her burning backside. “I think someone has learned her lesson.” He teased.

Amy blushed and moaned softly as his hand gently caressed her backside, her arousal quickly remembered as his fingers traced her most intimate parts. “Yes, sir.” She whispered.

“You’re still wet and hot.” He continued, his fingers now probing her pussy. “I feel like I shouldn’t let you drive home in the state you are in. It wouldn’t be safe.”

Amy blushed deeply. He was right. Earlier, even with the vibrating egg on its lowest stand, it had been doable. But right now, her legs were trembling, her breath was jagged, she was in no condition to be driving. “Maybe not.” She agreed.

“Get your things from your car.” The officer said. “I’ll drive you home.” His hand disappeared from between her legs and Amy took a deep breath before pushing herself up. She stood trembling on her legs, taking a deep breath before pulling up her panties, wincing when she pulled the clingy wet fabric over her hot, glowing backside.

From her car Amy grabbed her purse and her bag of goodies. While the officer wasn’t watching, she grabbed the egg from under her seat, quickly adding it to the bag where she finally found the remote to turn it off.

She locked the car and then joined the officer at his patrol car.

“I’m going to have to ask you to sit in the back.” He said.

Amy blushed, after having been paddled over the hood of her car, being taken home in the back of a police car just seemed to tack on the embarrassments of the night.

She squirmed as she sat down, her sore bottom protesting loudly. Luckily it was only a few blocks until she was home.

The officer escorted her to her front door. Amy unlocked it and stepped inside, turning around. She looked at the man who had punished her one last time, remembering his hand on her backside, his fingers caressing her pussy. “Do you want to come inside?” She asked.

The officer smiled. “I’m afraid I’m on duty.” He said, though he didn’t move to leave.

Amy blushed. “Perhaps you could…” She licked her lips, trying to think of something, remembering the egg she’d been playing with when he stopped her. “Continue your search? Maybe you didn’t find anything in my car because I was hiding it on my body.”

The police-officer raised an eyebrow. “Are you hiding something?” He asked.

Amy licked her lips. “You’ll have to search me to know for sure.”

The officer grinned. “I’ll have to strip you then and probe all your holes just to be sure.”

Amy blushed deeply. “You can probe me with anything you like, sir.”

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Marc closed his curtains as the police car turned off its lights and drove away. He’d been up late, packing for his hiking trip, when he’d been distracted by the short sound of a siren and blue lights right outside his window.

At first he thought it was one of the local youngsters again, getting caught dealing drugs, until he noticed the young lady getting out of the car. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but inquisitively looked out through his dark window as she stood by the hood of her car while it was being searched.

He couldn’t hold back his curiosity, as is often the case when you witness the law at work. He wondered what this woman was being pulled over for. His interest was really caught however when the police-officer returned from a search with a paddle in hand. He stared in disbelief, nose pressed against his window, as the young woman was bent over the hood of her car and first spanked and then paddled on her bare backside. From his high vantage point, Marc could see everything clearly, especially with the headlights of the woman’s car lighting the scene perfectly. He could hear her squeals loudly through the window.

As the woman was eventually taken away in the back of the police car and the street became dark and quiet again, Marc still sat there staring outside. Rock-hard from excitement at what he had witnessed.

After taking a moment to compose himself, Marc looked back at the backpack he’d been preparing for his trip. It would be a three day hike, with one of his closest friends, Lauren.

They had a history, he and Lauren. They used to… not date, but enjoy each-others company.

That had ended when Lauren got into a relationship however. It had been a few years since they’d been intimate. They still hung out together often, like the trip they were taking together now. Yet even after Laurens new relationship ended, they never really got back together again, their relationship comfortably platonic.

With his cock still hard and the image of the young woman bent over the hood of her car burned into his mind, Marc wondered whether he really was happy with them just being friends. Lauren had always enjoyed a good spanking, he remembered.

Marc pulled a chest from under his bed which he hadn’t opened in a while. Inside where his toys: paddles, restraints, whips, vibrators, even some rope he had once borrowed from a friend and forgotten to return.

He hesitated for a moment, if he wanted to reignite their relationship, he should probably take things slow. He left the paddles, the whips and other toys and only took the rope. Lauren and he had gone hiking in the past, she’d loved it when he had stripped her naked and tied her to a tree out in the woods for anyone to see.

The following day, when he picked her up, Marc didn’t say anything about his plans. Yet when he looked at her, he was reminded of her beauty, something he had been ignoring for a while.

Even wearing her hiking boots, a thick jacket and comfortable baggy trousers – that somehow fit snuggly around her bottom – there was something about her that wanted him to strip her of those clothes and reveal the naked beauty underneath.

They drove up into the woods, a couple hours drive during which they chatted amicably. They parked the car at its designated spot, shuffled some items between backpacks to more equally divide the load and then disappeared into the forest.

Marc didn’t wait too long to reveal his plans however. He didn’t want them to be too deep into the woods. If he was wrong and Lauren would not be interested in reliving their past experiences, he wanted her to have the opportunity to back out and return to the car rather than joining him in an uncomfortable trip.

“Do you remember how often we used to hike here?” He asked.

Lauren smiled. “Of course.” She said. “We used to have so much fun out here.”

Marc grinned. “Tell me, what did you like the most?”

For a second, he thought he saw her blush before she answered. “Oh you know, we used to have so many adventures.” She replied.

Marc licked his lips. He’d just have to come out and say it. “I liked those days when you were stripped naked, walking though these woods wearing nothing but your boots.” He grinned. “It was quite the sight to see.”

Lauren giggled. “Are you saying I’m too old now and no longer worth gazing upon?”

Marc grinned. “Of course not. Go ahead, you can strip right now and I’ll stare my eyes out.”

Lauren looked up at him, smiling shyly. They’d stopped walking. “I will, if you really want me to.” She replied.

Marc frowned, something was off about the way she said it. “Why wouldn’t I want that?” He asked.

Lauren shrugged. “It’s been over a year since I broke it off with you know who. Yet you haven’t looked at me the same since before that relationship. I just assumed you were no longer interested.”

Marc realized that perhaps he’d hurt her, his attempt at respecting her broken relationship had instead been taken as indifference. I should’ve done this much sooner, he thought.

“I can show you, I’m still interested.” He said, taking a step toward her.

Lauren licked her lips, looking up at him.

Marc took another step, his feet beside hers, their noses almost touching. He looked down at her, Lauren looked at him wide-eyed.

He raised his hands, thinking of just grabbing her breasts, but placing them on her shoulders instead. Lauren bit her lips as he pushed her, stepping backwards until her back bumped into a tree.

“This used to be all mine.” Marc said, his fingers sliding down her arms to her hips, then back up and onto her breasts, each firmly cupped in the palm of his hands. “I think I’d like to have it back.”

Lauren moaned under her breath. “It’s all yours if you want it, sir.” She replied.

Marc was rock hard, as hard as the night before when he’d been staring out his window. It had been so long since she’d called him that.

“I haven’t seen it in such a long time.” He said, fingers now fiddling with the buttons of her jacket. Lauren didn’t protest as she pulled them open one by one.

Marc took Lauren’s arm and pulled her around to face the tree. He pulled her backpack off her shoulders, together with her jacket and dropped them on the ground. He placed his own bag beside it and then grabbed her buttocks in both hands.

Lauren moaned deeply as he pushed her against the tree, grinding his hard cock against her backside. He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

Once more, he turned her around, admiring her breasts, supported by a sexy, lace bra. “Not quite the sports-bra I was expecting during an intensive hike in the woods.” He said.

Lauren blushed and licked her lips. “Guess you weren’t the only one dreaming about the days of the past.” She replied.

Marc grinned, reaching around her to unhook her bra and reveal her breasts. He took the plump flesh in both hands and massaged them softly. He bent forward, tasting them, sucking on her nipples while Lauren moaned deeply.

Marc took a deep breath. He had to go more slowly, he thought. He’d still need his stamina for the rest of their trip.

Ignoring her breasts for now, he focussed on her trousers. He unbuckled her belt and pulled them down. Underneath she wore sexy lace panties that matched the bra from before. The comfortable trouser were wide enough that he was able to pull them off over her boots.

With just her underpants on now, Lauren blushed deeply as Marc stared at her. “We’re not that deep in the woods yet.” She said. “These trails are probably quite well-travelled.”

Marc grinned. “We should probably get a move on then.”

Lauren smiled broadly, obviously deeply aroused to be so exposed, hiking in the nude just like they’d done before.

“But I wasn’t ready yet.” Marc said before she could move. “I wanted a full picture.” So he grabbed her panties, pulling them down to reveal her crotch and bare her bottom. “Now we can go.” He said.

Lauren picked up her backpack while Marc loaded her clothes into his own. The bag sat high enough on her back that her bare bottom peeked from underneath as Marc followed close behind. He let her choose their path for now, picking the less-travelled roads to decrease their chances of being seen. Still they had to hide in the bushes more than once as they passed other travelers.

After a short break and a snack – during which Marc couldn’t stop his hands from freely exploring Lauren’s body, playing with her tits and fondling her backside – they continued their journey.

They were deeper into the woods now and Marc took the lead. There would rarely be any other travelers here, they were too far from the road to return before the end of the day.

As he guided them to the camp-spot he’d highlighted on his GPS, he often looked back, admiring the view of her naked body, her bare breasts which were pressed firmly together by the straps of her backpack.

He’d been rock hard the entire trip, his cock throbbing with excitement. He knew Lauren felt the same, from her shy blushing looks, the licking of her lips, the way she rubbed her thighs together when she stopped to take a breath.

“I think this is where we set up camp.” He said. The sun was getting low and the forest had a mysterious and erotic feel to it.

Lauren bit her lips. “Out here in the woods?” She asked playfully.

Marc grinned, recognizing one of their old roleplaying prompts. “Yes, why did you expect something else?” He asked.

Lauren licked her lips, unable to stop herself from smiling. “Why yes, I’d expected a hotel perhaps, a hostel at least, a comfortable bed to sleep in.”

Marc smiled. “A spoiled princess is what you are.” He said. “A hotel! A comfortable bed! What you should get is a firm spanking for being so ungrateful, I carried your bedroll for you for all those miles.”

Lauren looked up at him with deep arousal in her eyes. “Please sir, don’t punish me too hard, I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She remembered their roleplaying perfectly.

Marc grinned. He should’ve taken one of his paddles along after all, if he’d known how willing Lauren would be to revive their old life, to replay their old fantasies. “I have nothing to punish you with right now.” He said. “Though I did prepare and bring something else.” He dropped his bag and dug out the ropes he’d brought.

Lauren’s eyes lit up brightly as she saw what he’d brought. “Are those Jeff’s?” She asked.

Marc chuckled. Yes, they had borrowed them for one of their hiking trips years ago. “I guess they are.” He replied.

Lauren laughed, but Marc quickly cut her off. “You will go into the woods and find me a proper switch to punish you with.” Marc told her. “Meanwhile I will prepare our camp for the night. When you return, I will tie you up, punish you and then have my way with you.”

“Yes, sir.” Lauren replied enthusiastically. She quickly turned around, disappearing into the woods, completely naked and alone.

Marc took out their bedrolls, gas-stove and food and then waited for her to return. He didn’t need to make a fire, it was a warm day and the night would hardly cool them down.

He didn’t need to wait long, Lauren quickly returned with a thick, supple switch as long as her arm. “Will this do, sir?” She asked.

“Perfect.” Marc replied.

Marc guided his friend to one of the trees at the edge of their camping site. He turned her around and told her to place her hands against it.

He then wrapped the rope around her wrists, securing it with a tight knot before looping it around the tree.

With Lauren tied up and unable to escape, Marc began to reacquaint himself with her body. He let his hands trail down her back, cupping her bottom, squeezing and kneading. He grabbed her buttocks, pulling them apart, gazing at her most intimate parts and then let his hands slide down further, down her legs until he reached her boots.

He grabbed her by the ankles, pulling them apart, forcing her to spread her legs before his hands travelled upwards again, caressing the inside of her legs, her inner thighs, reaching her pussy. He cupped it with one hand, letting his fingers slip between her lips, letting himself feel how hot and wet she was.

Marc reached around her grabbing her hips and pulling her back from the tree, making her bend over as her hands were firmly secured. He ground his crotch against her bottom, the bulge in his trousers digging into her pussy.

He let his hands wander up from her hips, over her belly, reaching her breasts. He took her tits in both hands, squeezing firmly, pulling on her nipples until Lauren squealed softly.

He breathed down her neck, smelling her hair as he played with her breasts and pushed himself against her backside. He kissed her shoulders and then gently nibbled her ears before biting them softly.

Marc wanted to just fuck her. But he had promised to spank her first. He stepped back and smacked her bottom.

Lauren moaned loudly.

This was her fault, Marc thought. If she’d been a good girl, he could’ve just fucked her right away. But now he had to wait and spank her first. Just for that, she deserved a sore, red bottom.

He spanked her again and again. The sound was loud in the otherwise silent nightly forest. Laurens moans were deep and guttural.

Marc could hardly contain his excitement. The touch of her soft flesh beneath the palm of her hand, the color of her buttocks slowly turning red, the arousal in her voice as she moaned and squirmed.

He couldn’t wait, he grabbed the switch she had brought and aimed it at her bottom. He was going to make her squeal and then he was going to fuck her.

The switch whisked silently through the air and connected with her bottom with a loud snap.

Lauren squealed and a thin red line was left behind on her bottom.

Marc aimed the switch at her backside again and again, fueled by her squeals, painting bright red strokes across her behind. He aimed some at her thighs as well, making her jump and howl and even a few down her back.

Lauren never complained, nor begged or plead for him to stop. She squealed and howled, but she stayed in position and not just because she was tied up.

Finally, Marc dropped the switch. Lauren’s bottom was covered in stripes, crisscrossing her red, throbbing buttocks.

Marc wrapped her arms around her, grabbing her tits, pulling her body against his. Lauren squirmed as he pushed his crotch against her sore, painful bottom.

“Please fuck me.” Lauren begged.

Marc grinned. She didn’t need to ask. There were many things he wanted to do to her. But this was just the first day of a three day hiking trip. He’d have plenty of time to play with her breasts, to hike in the nude, to eat her pussy or suck on her nipples, to tie her up completely and to make her kneel and suck his cock. What he wanted right now however, was just to fuck her.

He pulled down his trousers, finally freeing his cock that had been hard and trapped in there for the agonizingly long hike through the woods. He grabbed her buttocks, pulling them apart, pushing his cock against her hole and thrusting it inside of her.

Lauren moaned deeply as he fucked her, hard and fast. He could tell when she came, from the way her body trembled and her moans turned deep and desperate. He kept going, smashing his hips into her sore, red backside, pushing his cock as deep as he could, until he too, reached his climax, cumming deep inside of her.

Marc took a moment to catch his breath. He looked at his friend, admiring her backside as she still stood tied up against the tree. He didn’t free her, not yet, but waited a bit, letting himself calm down first.

He knew she liked it, being tied up and helpless, even after he’d had his way with her. She still wasn’t allowed free, not until he said so. Then finally, he untied her.

“Thank you sir.” She said as she turned around. “I really missed that.”

Marc grinned. “So did I.” He replied. “Though we should get to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Lauren bit her lip. “A long day of submitting to your wishes.”

Marc nodded. “Exactly, you’ll need your strength.”

Lauren chuckled. “Where did you put my bedroll?”

Marc smiled. “I zipped them together into one large one. We’ll have to share.

Lauren smiled broadly. “I don’t think I’ll get much rest with your hands all over me, sir.”

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Continued in part 5 ...