A week had passed and Emma could not forget the man who had spanked and fucked her. She had booked a room at the same hotel she’d stayed in the weekend before; hoping to see him again. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to fuck her or spank her, maybe both.
She did not see him at the hotel and she realized he would be in the forest, doing whatever it is a forester does all day. She didn’t even know his name, so she could not ask anyone about him.
In the afternoon, Emma followed one of the abandoned hiking paths. She knew it would be impossible to search for one man in such a large forest. She would have to give up on finding him.
Instead, she enjoyed the outside air like she always did and fantasized about what might happen if they ever did cross paths again.
As time passed and her fantasies ran out, Emma realized that if they did ever meet again, chances were she’d just be walking along the road. It wouldn’t be anything like her fantasies or last weekend when she’d been caught in her underwear. If she wanted those fantasies to be real, she’d have to be the naughty girl that deserved those spankings.
She would have to be more risky out here where he could find her. Perhaps go skinny dipping or walk the empty road with less clothes on than she should. If she wanted a spanking, she should be naughty, she wouldn’t start a fire again, but there were other, harmless things she could do.
This idea of harmless but naughty behavior did not come from nowhere of course. Emma had been resting on a fallen log beside a small pond. To the side stood a small wooden post with a sign that read: “No swimming”.
After staring at that sign for a while, Emma found the courage to go through with her plan. She took off her clothes and placed them on the fallen log…
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