In three months time, Emma spent five weekends at a hotel in the area where she’d met the forester. She had always loved waking in those woods, but she knew the amount of money she was spending was excessive.
The reason for this behavior was of course him, the man who would spank her on each visit, before she’d even had the chance to misbehave.
As soon as she’d arrive at her hotel, she’d call him. He would visit and make sure she would behave during her walks by giving her a firm spanking. Her red bottom was a good reminder during her walks of why she had come here.
Twice she had met him again on one of her walks, on the second day of her weekend. She was sure he had followed her, because a chance meeting seemed just too unlikely in the vast forests. Both times, he had spanked her as well, right there in the forest. Not because she had misbehaved; but because he could and because she wanted it as well.
At the end of such a day, he would often show up at her hotel, where at her hotel-room, they would fuck. They didn’t talk much. Their relationship was a physical one, based mostly on their shared love of spanking, naughty outdoors activities and casual sex with a relative stranger.
While booking a room in one of her favorite hotels in the area, Emma wondered why she kept going back so often. She almost felt like she was getting addicted to sex with John.
It was so different from anything she’d experienced in the past. He was so dominant, not just when spanking her, but while fucking her as well.
She yearned for that hotel-room, for a place where she was no longer in charge, where she could give up control for a while. Even if it meant she would get spanked. Especially if it meant she would.
Yet at the same time, she felt she was looking for something more. These visits did not satisfy her completely. She kept going back, hoping to find that one thing that was still missing.
For a while, she thought she’d fallen in love with John. Perhaps she wanted more than just his hand on her ass or his cock in her pussy. She fantasized about going out with him on dates, meeting his family, staying at his place…
If she was his girlfriend, would he still spank her as often? Would he perhaps expect her to follow other rules as well and discipline her when she misbehaved?
The thought turned her on greatly and she realized perhaps it wasn’t love after all that she was looking for. It was discipline.
Of course, John spanked her whenever she was in the area, but those were just precautionary spankings. She had not done anything to deserve them. Not like the first two times they’d met, when he’d spanked her for starting that fire or skinny-dipping where it wasn’t allowed.
She wanted a spanking she’d earned.
As she realized this, she recognized how hard that would be. She did not want to do anything bad, like starting a fire; just naughty enough for John to realize she was doing it on purpose.
When she arrived however, John would already spank her just in case. It was weird to admit it to herself, but she knew she would not be in the mood for some sort of bratty prank when her bottom was already red. John was very good at putting her in a submissive mindset where all she wanted to do was please him and be a good girl.
This meant, she had to do it before letting her know she was staying at the hotel, or perhaps not let him know at all, which was a breach of the rules in itself. But then he wouldn’t know she was there for him to find and spank.
The last few days before the weekend passed, Emma spent her time thinking of how she could get in trouble with John in a way that made sure she got what she wanted.
She decided then not to tell him she was coming, not right away at least.
When she arrived at he hotel-room that weekend, it was odd, being in her room, knowing John wasn’t going to come in at any moment and spank her.
She felt naughty for keeping her presence a secret. Yet at the same time, she felt free. Free to do something naughty and get herself in trouble.
Emma laughed softly at herself. She had never before felt an urge to be naughty and had surely not associated it with being free. What’s the point of being spanked, if you can never be naughty? She thought.
The thought pleased her so much that she put it in a text and sent it to John. It would be a first cryptic message for him to find out what she was doing.
That afternoon, Emma went for a walk. Her bottom was still pale and unhurt, it was an odd sensation going out like this, nothing to remind her to behave.
I would’ve never thought of getting on trouble on purpose, if it wasn’t for those spankings, she thought. If she did now, it was John’s fault as much as her own.
She wore comfortable jeans and a t-shirt during her hike; but underneath she had swapped her normal comfortable underwear for something sexy. She did want to be caught and stripped to a bare bottom by the end of the day after all.
“The forest is great this time of year, isn’t it?” She texted to John. On her first message, he had only responded with a winking emoticon.
“It is. I wish you were out here to see it. The leaves are coloring red in fall, possibly my favorite color. But you knew that.” He replied.
“I know you like recreating it in places that are otherwise pale as cream; yet I think I prefer it on the trees. I just found a leaf, redder than a sunset.” Emma texted back.
“Are there many trees down in the city?” John replied.
“There are; but not as many as out here. I think I just passed that spot where you spanked me last week.” Emma texted back, admitting she was out there somewhere, breaking his rule.
“I do not remember giving you a spanking this week. Are you out there without my permission, young lady?” John replied.
Emma licked her lips, this was so fun and exciting at the same time. “I thought that if you were going to spank me again, at least this time I’d make sure I’d earned it.”
“Oh you definitely earned it. You should keep that leaf, when I find you we shall find out if I can make your bottom redder than a sunset as well.” John texted.
Emma blushed but did not reply to John’s latest text. She hadn’t lied when she said she passed the spot where he had spanked her last week. John would know where to look for her.
This must be what a hunted deer feels like, she thought with a chuckle. She had increased her pace, but there weren’t many roads in this area, no intersections where she could cover her tracks. For all she knew, she was running straight at him.
The thought of eventually being caught turned her on greatly. She hadn’t really given it much thought when she planned this. She’d focussed mostly on the part where he would catch her. Yet now she felt that this turned her on as well, the adrenaline of hiding, trying to get away with her misbehavior, yet at the same yearning for the punishment that would follow.
“Emma!” A loud voice suddenly echoed in the forest.
Emma looked over her shoulder and saw a man in uniform, coming in her direction.
Stay and face the consequences, or make a run for it? She thought.
She hadn’t come here today to be an obedient girl. She started to run.
Emma had quite a head start on the forester, but every time she looked over her shoulder, he seemed to be closer. Soon she could hear his footsteps closing in.
“Emma, stop!” The forester called.
She looked behind her again, he was but two steps behind her. She slowed down then, running was okay, but she didn’t want him to tackle her or anything.
“Why did you run?” The forester asked after placing his hand on her shoulder an pulling them both to a stop.
“I didn’t want to make it too easy on you.” Emma replied with a mischievous grin.
“So it’s not because you wanted to end our arrangement or because you were afraid?” John asked.
“No, of course not. I wouldn’t have texted you if that was the case.” Emma said.
“I’m just asking because I don’t want you to think you don’t have a choice in all this.” The forester said.
Emma understood how her actions might have made him think he had been taking advantage of her all this time, while in fact she’d wanted it as much as him.
“I just wanted to earn my spanking for once.” She explained. “Like the first time we met.”
The forester smiled. “Well you surely earned it this time.”
Emma blushed, he was going to spank her any moment now, but she felt she wanted to discuss it more.
“Perhaps we can skip those spankings in the hotel in the future and focus on those when I misbehave.” Emma said, she was sure now that she preferred these kind of spankings over those without a reason.
“How will I know when you misbehave.” The forester asked. “I can’t come out here and follow you all the time.”
“We’ll just have to spend more time together.” Emma said. She blushed, she hadn’t really thought about dating John since she’d booked the hotel. Did she really want more from him than just sex? And what would he think, would he avoid her if he thought she wanted more?
“I’d love to spend more time with you, Emma.” John replied. “In fact, I think it would be about time someone took charge of you and taught you to be a good girl for once.”
Emma blushed even deeper. What had he said? Take charge of her? Part of her wanted to bristle against that comment, but an other part grew warm and excited.
“I think I’ll start right now.” John continued. “You did your best to earn this spanking young lady, so I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”
Emma bit her lip. This was exactly why she’d come out here, wasn’t it? Then why was she apprehensive now? She knew a spanking could hurt, she wanted it to hurt. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied.
“Take off your clothes.” John commanded.
Emma licked her lips and slowly began to undress. John had made her strip out here those past few times as well, ever since he had caught her skinny-dipping and escorted her back to her hotel naked.
When he noticed she was wearing something more sexual underneath her clothing than usual, he smiled but motioned for her to take it off as well.
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