Corbin's Bend Homecoming

by Ruth Staunton

  The first smack came down and as always, it wasn’t very hard. RJ had a certain routine that she had learned over the last few months of being with him. He always started out a little bit on the light side and he alternated between her cheeks, making sure that he warmed up her entire bottom and that tender area where her thighs met her ass. The blows would become progressively harder, but unless she was being punished, she had no problem taking what he dished out. In fact, she enjoyed it and marveled at how hot spankings made her. It was like each strike sent a hot liquid shot to her pussy.

  However, this was a punishment and it was not making her hot. At least, that’s what she told herself. The fact that her pussy was as dripping wet at the end of a punishment spanking as it was at the end of a fun or erotic spanking was something she didn’t spend much time thinking about.

  He had already covered her entire bottom and upper thighs in hard spanks. She gritted her teeth and didn’t let anything more than a small whimper escape her lips. She rarely did during a punishment. She never cried. She might yelp or howl occasionally, but she never cried. Somehow she felt she’d be giving up a part of herself if she cried—that it would show weakness on her part—and that was something her dominant side wouldn’t allow her to do.

  He stopped and rubbed her bottom. She knew it meant the warm-up was done and the switch was going to be next. She felt his body twist to the side as he reached for the damn birch whip and she couldn’t help it when a whimper escaped. It surprised her when her pussy clenched in anticipation of the first strike. It was somewhat confusing to her how her body reacted to this discipline thing.

  When he was warming her up with his hand, she didn’t get wet. Well, not much anyway. But always during that brief respite when he changed from using his hand to picking up an implement like his belt or the paddle, her body went from stoically accepting her fate to almost looking forward to the extra sting of the paddle or the sharp bite of the belt.

  Now, in this tower surrounded by windows with no blinds, shades, or curtains; with the bright sun shining into the small space, she admitted to herself that despite fearing this particular implement, she wanted to know what it would feel like.

  RJ spoke, “All right, honey, it’s time for the switch. Just trust me, you know I’m not going to cause you any real harm.”

  She nodded her head and he began to launch into the lecture that always accompanied a punishment spanking.

  “You know why we’re doing this, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Tell me why.”

  She released a small sigh. This was the part she hated the most; when she had to say what she’d done to earn this punishment.

  “Because I hiked through the wilds of Colorado all alone and put myself in danger of being attacked by the big bad wolf.”

  She knew she had phrased that wrong when she felt the hand that had her braid wrapped around it tighten just a tiny bit and he said, “Am I detecting a bit of sarcasm? I can add a few more strokes if necessary.”

  “No! Please, I’m sorry.”

  “All right, then. Let’s see if you can tell me why you are about to get your lovely bottom striped with this switch. Without the smart mouth this time.”

  “Because this is a wilderness area and therefore potentially more dangerous to someone all alone. I put myself in danger, breaking our rule to always keep myself safe and out of dangerous situations.”

  “Much better,” RJ praised.

  Not having felt the little tap that always came before he laid the first strike, Kelly relaxed and waited for more of the lecture.

  Instead, she got a sudden, unexpected searing line of pure fire as RJ brought the switch sharply across both cheeks. Wasn’t that thing supposed to whistle as it whipped through the air?

  She howled like a banshee, screaming, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

  Her feet stomped up and down and her hips jerked left and right as if she was trying to shake the burning sensation off her ass.

  “Oh my god! Am I bleeding? Shit! That fucking burns like a motherfucker!”

  “You are not bleeding, there is no broken skin. Four more to go, now stay in position.”

  How she hated when he used that firm voice that meant things would get worse if she didn’t follow instructions.

  Quit lying to yourself, you know you love it when he takes care of you like this.

  No sooner had she calmed her hopping feet and settled into position again when another hot brand of fire landed just below the first one.

  “Holy motherfucking shit! I know I’m bleeding now! There’s no way I can’t be bleeding.”

  Her feet were dancing and her knees flexed, making her ass bob up and down. Her arms were wrapped around the back of her head as she moaned and released very cuss word she knew.

  The third stripe landed before she was ready and she screeched out several more cries and was sure blood had to be running down her ass cheeks.

  “Hey! I wasn’t ready for that one.”

  “Yes, you were. You’d stopped hopping and were back in position.”

  “Shit! You didn’t even let me catch my breath! Not fair, RJ!” Her voice was accusatory and it was all she could do to keep from calling him a prick. But she wasn’t willing to try that while he held a switch in his hand.

  “You’re being overly dramatic now. Come on now, just two more to go.”

  “No, please RJ. I don’t think I can take two more.” She put a little extra whine into her voice hoping to garner some sympathy.

  Her hopping had stopped and she remained bent over the counter, trying to keep still and gauge if he was going to let her up after her whiny plea.

  In quick succession, two more red-hot stripes were laid across her hindquarters, one of them landing at the very top of her thighs.

  She howled at the top of her lungs and beat her fists on the countertop at each side of her head. The double burning stripes were so intense she couldn’t even stomp her feet. Her entire lower body just stiffened and clenched up as she tried to beat the burning pain into the countertop.

  RJ’s hand was gently rubbing her back and he was trying to pull her up into his arms, but she held herself so stiffly, he couldn’t budge her. It took a few minutes before she could force herself to relax and let him help her up.

  “You’re okay, babe. I’ve got you.” He held her and planted little feathery kisses along the side of her face while she leaned most of her weight on him. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep. But she didn’t have much time before she had to start hiking if she was going to get back to her car before nightfall.

  Her ass was on fire and she reached her hand behind and swiped it across her cheeks. She felt the raised welts across her ass and then brought her hand back in front so she could verify there was no blood. To her surprise, her hand was dry—there was no blood. How something that stung with such a fierce burning pain could not have broken her skin seemed impossible.

  RJ looked offended and said, “Do you really think I would have continued if the switch had drawn blood?”

  Kelly felt a little guilty that she had given him that impression.

  “No, it just burns so fucking much that I figured there had to be blood. Do you have a mirror?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “So I can check out what my poor ass looks like.”

  “Hell, I can tell you that. You have five thin, bright red stripes across your bottom, one of them right at the top of your thighs. And the surrounding area of your butt is a beautiful deep rosy color from the warm-up.”

  “Give me the mirror, please. I want to see for myself.”

  RJ opened a drawer and pulled out a small three inch mirror. She took it and held it behind her, twisting this way and that way, trying to get a good look. The mirror was too small and she only managed to get a glimpse of part of the stripes. They looked angry, red and swollen.

  “This should have waited till we were home, RJ. How am I going to hike
out of here with my butt in this condition?”

  “You’re not. You’ll stay here tonight. Tomorrow it’ll be much better. Lie down on the cot and let me put some lotion on it.”

  She climbed onto the cot on her hands and knees and stretched out on her stomach. There was no way she was going to even try and sit on her butt. She reached back with her left hand and could still feel the raised welts of the stripes from the switch.

  RJ sat on the edge of the narrow cot and squirted some lotion from a tube into one hand. He rubbed his hands together to spread it on both palms and then gently massaged it into Kelly’s bottom.

  “Mmm…that feels good. Nice and cool on my burning skin.”

  A few minutes later, RJ was finished with the lotion and Kelly was sound asleep.

  RJ covered her red and welted bottom with a sheet and left the tower, locking the door. He took the two empty water containers sitting next to the door, and lightly ran down the sixteen flights of stairs. He’d need more water with Kelly staying the night. Each container held two and a half gallons of water, making them weigh twenty pounds each when they were full. They had webbed shoulder straps on them which would help make it easier to carry them back once he filled them. It also helped to keep his hands free to reach for his service pistol if he were to be suddenly attacked.

  The possibility of that was slim. The tower had stood there for years and it was rare that he saw anything nearby besides some deer. But he knew it was when you let your guard down—when you became complacent—that was when danger struck.

  That was the message he hoped he got across to Kelly. He didn’t want to punish Kelly, but she never thought of her own safety.

  Well, maybe it wasn’t entirely true that he didn’t want to punish her. It was a mixed bag of emotions for him. He believed domestic discipline was the best way to have the most satisfying relationship. Not just for him, but for both of them. He’d be the first to admit how his cock stirred when she bent over that countertop and made a beautiful target with her smooth creamy ass. And he wouldn’t even try to deny how that slight stirring in his trousers had turned into a nice hard-on as he watched that creamy color of her beautiful bottom turn slightly pink, then rosy pink, and finally a deep mauve. Nor would he deny the charge he got out of wrapping his hand in her ponytail or braid to help her hold her submissive position.

  He knew she’d never believe him, but he had gone lightly with the switch. He knew it still burned, it was a thin, whippy branch, but it could’ve been so much worse for her backside.

  But the fear in her eyes, filling up with tears that she refused to allow to spill over, had softened his heart. He was sure he still made an impression on her, at least as far as hiking alone in the forest anyway. They still had work to do on her reckless driving habits. They had not addressed it since after the first time he had witnessed how she drove. While that discussion had ended with him using his belt for the first time to spank her, they still had not come up with a satisfactory solution to what he considered her reckless way of driving. Not that she was in any hurry to change her driving habits.

  He reached the river, filled up the tanks with water and walked back to the tower. Sixteen flights of stairs was not a problem with his backpack, which usually weighed about thirty pounds. But going up those stairs with twenty pounds in each hand or hanging off each shoulder took its toll. He left one of them under the stairs to bring up when he went down to use the port-a-potty.

  Kelly was awake and standing on the wraparound balcony watching the beautiful sunset. She was wearing only one of his T-shirts and he had a moment of guilt when he thought her bottom was probably too sore for her to even put her panties on, much less her jeans.

  “Hey, you’re awake,” he said as he kissed the side of her neck.

  “Yeah, I woke up just a few minutes ago and was wondering where you went to.”

  “Sorry, I should have left you a note. I went down to the river to get some water. With you staying the night, we didn’t have enough. I’ve got to run it through the water purifier though.”

  “I thought you had to boil water for twenty minutes to purify it.” Kelly said.

  “Only if we don’t have a filter. Do you need to use the restroom? There’s only the port-a-potty. I usually use it right before I plan to go to sleep and then I have a urinal in case I have to go again during the night.”

  “That’s a drag. Easy for you, but what am I supposed to do?”

  “You can wake me up and I’ll go down with you. Or you can use one of the funnel things our lady ranger has. It lets women pee while standing up.”

  Kelly made a face and said, “That doesn’t sound very appealing.”

  “I know, but those are the only options you have,” He kissed her again and she gave a little moan. “How’s your bottom?”

  She made another face and stuck her tongue out at him. He could tell it was in jest and didn’t say anything.

  “Tender. I’m afraid to put my undies and jeans on.”

  “You won’t need them tonight and you’ll be fine in the morning. That is unless you keep sticking your tongue out at me. Then we might have to have another talk.”

  “I’ve had enough of your kind of talking for one day. What do you do for dinner around here? Go out and hunt our food?”

  “Nothing quite so exciting. I have some freeze-dried beef stroganoff. All we have to do is add hot water and it cooks in its own pouch.”

  “Sounds yummy,” Kelly said before putting her finger in her mouth like she was about to gag.

  He gave her ass a light swat and said, “It’s actually fairly tasty. Plus, I have brownies for dessert.”

  “Real brownies? Or freeze-dried brownies?”

  “They’re the real thing. If you eat all your dinner, you can have one.”

  “Mmm…,” Kelly moaned and for a minute wondered if she was dreaming. But no, this felt far too delicious to be a dream. She shifted on the narrow cot and moved her legs further apart. Her hands skimmed down her torso until they came in contact with the source of the pleasurable feelings.

  Of course, it was RJ. She smiled to herself while running her fingertips through his thick dark hair as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He was licking, kissing, and nibbling his way up her left thigh and moved to the right one.

  His fingers parted the folds of her pussy and slipped inside. She didn’t know if she was still wet from last night, or if RJ had caused an entirely new flow of her juices. She didn’t care, she was enjoying every touch. Every kiss, every stroke of his tongue, every searching probe of his fingers.

  He brought her pussy cream up to her clit and massaged it, tweaking it to send a little shudder through her. His fingers plunged inside her again as he inched up on the cot and further up her thighs. Her hips lifted upwards, asking for more.

  She moaned again and whispered his name, “RJ, please…”

  His head lifted slightly and he said, “Tell me what you want, love.”

  “You…more…I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Make me come, RJ.”

  He didn’t answer. He went back down between her legs, only this time he ignored her thighs and went straight to her core. He licked the length of her slit and flicked his tongue over her clit while two fingers slid in and out of her pussy.

  Her hips were bucking wildly and she was begging him now.

  “Please, RJ…don’t stop…make me come.”

  He sucked hard on her clit and added a third finger, driving deep into her.

  She exploded in a hard sudden convulsion, her pussy clenching down on his fingers as he continued to suck on her clit, making her come in one orgasm after another.

  With barely a chance to catch her breath, he withdrew his fingers, rose above her, and drove his hard shaft into her to the hilt. Her pussy was still convulsing and when she felt him pause, she raised her hips, wanting him to give her everything he had.

  Pumping rapidly into her, their hips slammed into each other, his balls m
aking a slapping sound as they hit against her flesh. Her long legs wrapped themselves around him and her arms rose up around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

  She tasted herself on his mouth and briefly wondered how much longer she could keep coming. He stiffened, jammed his cock into her one final time before she felt the pulsating throb of him coming.

  He fell to the side, pulling her with him. Still inside her, they lay there, breathing heavily and Kelly was still experiencing little shocks.

  Many minutes later, RJ slipped out and she felt him reach down to remove the condom. His fingers probed, brushed against her and made her jump due to the over sensitivity of her clit.

  He pushed himself up on one elbow and looked down between them.

  “Did you lose your condom?” Kelly asked with a little giggle.

  “Uh…not exactly. It looks like I forgot the condom.”

  Her eyes widened at the possible implications of not using a condom. She couldn’t take birth control pills. Though she’d tried virtually every brand, they all gave her side effects she wasn’t willing to live with.

  “You’re kidding me, right?”

  He ran his hand through his dark hair. “I’m sorry, hon. I guess we were going at it so hot and heavy, I forgot. I had it right here on the window sill next to the cot and I just fucking forgot.”

  Kelly wasn’t sure what to say. She wasn’t worried about any STD’s. She was pretty sure RJ was clean, and she knew she was.

  “Hey,” RJ had taken her chin in his hand and made her look at him. “Are you worried? I’m clean, there’s nothing to worry about in that respect.”

  She nodded and said, “I figured you were. Me too. But I’m not on any birth control. I could get pregnant.”

  The look on his face made her think he almost wanted her to be pregnant. She wasn’t sure she liked that smug look.

  “Would it be terrible if that happened?”

  “Not necessarily, but I never wanted to be a single mom,” she said. “But I’m not going to worry about it. It’s a slim possibility at best. Let’s get up and get dressed.”