When Friday came, my stomach was doing flips. But I had built up enough courage to take my punishment like a big girl and was looking forward to seeing my Dom. The thought of us being together made my pussy wet.
I met my Dom at the same spot on the day I received my first spanking. If I say I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying. But my Dom knew the right words to say to take my worries away.
"Where are we going?"
He gave me the freedom to choose where we would hang out.
"Stone Mountain Park," I suggested without hesitation. It's one of my favorite places to go. I love the outdoors.
He nodded and drove us to our destination.
***
Stepping out of his truck, I gazed up at the mountain and took in all of its glory. My Dom and I left the parking lot and treaded toward the entrance of the park.
"How far is it before we reach the mountain?" he wondered.
"Not far." I smiled. The path we took that lead to the mountain was about 200 feet long. We were surrounded by tall naked pine trees and fallen brances on both sides. After about 20 minutes of walking, we had reached the base of the mountain.
I was dressed casually, wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, some high tops, and a fitted tshirt that I wore underneath my jean jacket. My Dom was dressed like he'd walked straight out of a business meeting, sporting a long-sleeved collared shirt, some dress pants, and a pair of black dress shoes. Not the appropriate attire for walking at the park. So the one mile hike up the mountain was out of the question.
We began walking down a path through the woods that seemed to lead to nowhere. My Dom looked over at me and said, "You're not gonna kill me are you?"
"Kill you? I should be worried about you killing me." Fear seeped into the back of my mind. We took several more steps through the rugged path and my Dom joked, "Oh Jesus, please don't let her kill me."
I burst out laughing at the absurdness of his imagination. I'm 5'9 and no more than a buck forty and he stands at 6'6" and is nearly twice my size, yet he was worried about me taking his life. It tickled me.
We continued our walk and my Dom spotted a wooden bench along the path. He proceeded in the direction of the bench. I tiptoed behind him. My Dom took a seat. The expession he wore on his face looked as if he had found a pot of gold. I stopped a few feet away.
"Come here," he whispered.
I paused and my heart skipped a beat. Those words sounded all too familiar. I knew it wasn't gonna be good.
"Don't let me tell you again."
I did as I was told.
...to be continued. (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
I met my Dom at the same spot on the day I received my first spanking. If I say I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying. But my Dom knew the right words to say to take my worries away.
"Where are we going?"
He gave me the freedom to choose where we would hang out.
"Stone Mountain Park," I suggested without hesitation. It's one of my favorite places to go. I love the outdoors.
He nodded and drove us to our destination.
***
Stepping out of his truck, I gazed up at the mountain and took in all of its glory. My Dom and I left the parking lot and treaded toward the entrance of the park.
"How far is it before we reach the mountain?" he wondered.
"Not far." I smiled. The path we took that lead to the mountain was about 200 feet long. We were surrounded by tall naked pine trees and fallen brances on both sides. After about 20 minutes of walking, we had reached the base of the mountain.
I was dressed casually, wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, some high tops, and a fitted tshirt that I wore underneath my jean jacket. My Dom was dressed like he'd walked straight out of a business meeting, sporting a long-sleeved collared shirt, some dress pants, and a pair of black dress shoes. Not the appropriate attire for walking at the park. So the one mile hike up the mountain was out of the question.
We began walking down a path through the woods that seemed to lead to nowhere. My Dom looked over at me and said, "You're not gonna kill me are you?"
"Kill you? I should be worried about you killing me." Fear seeped into the back of my mind. We took several more steps through the rugged path and my Dom joked, "Oh Jesus, please don't let her kill me."
I burst out laughing at the absurdness of his imagination. I'm 5'9 and no more than a buck forty and he stands at 6'6" and is nearly twice my size, yet he was worried about me taking his life. It tickled me.
We continued our walk and my Dom spotted a wooden bench along the path. He proceeded in the direction of the bench. I tiptoed behind him. My Dom took a seat. The expession he wore on his face looked as if he had found a pot of gold. I stopped a few feet away.
"Come here," he whispered.
I paused and my heart skipped a beat. Those words sounded all too familiar. I knew it wasn't gonna be good.
"Don't let me tell you again."
I did as I was told.
...to be continued. (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved