Sunday was a rare day of sun amongst a week of drizzle and dull, grey monotony. Earlier in the week I had half jokingly suggested to Beau that we go tree climbing at the weekend; Beau is a strong climber and I like acting like a kid sometimes. I didn’t really think she’d go for it though. We don’t tend to do much ‘relationship-y’ stuff like that; when we’re together we generally just talk and mash genitals together. So when she arrived at my door with knee-high stockings and a very short dress and still insisted we went tree climbing, I was a little suspicious.

“Are you going to take your camera?” she asked.

As soon as she asked this I knew something was up, something was on her flirty mind. She had been planning this all along, and I certainly wasn’t going to stand in the way because I wanted to know what she was going to do. So I grabbed my camera, pulled a scruffy hoodie over my head and led Beau out of my flat towards the trees.

I led her round the back of the building, where there’s a disused and forgotten footpath that sneaks away from the communal gardens and leads into an increasingly overgrown wood. The wood is small but very secluded, and there’s no evidence at all that anyone but me has been down there in the last 30 years. The further you go, the more the path seems to melt into the ground and the harder it becomes to differentiate between the track and the wood.

I knew from experience that the trees down here were no good for climbing; they were all dead or dying and the wood is littered with fallen trees but I led Beau deeper regardless. She was behind me, and I occasionally glanced at her over my shoulder as I led her deeper into the bushes, trying to judge what was on her mind, trying to gauge her. I noticed she wasn’t looking very hard for trees to climb; she was looking around her, at the ground and into empty spaces. Whatever she was planning, it wouldn’t involve much tree climbing.

We came to a steep hill and Beau overtook me. She walked ahead of me, so that I could see up her little dress. A flash of thigh, a glimpse of black underwear, an instant lump in my trousers. She stopped at the top of the hill and I scrambled up after her. I looked around the little clearing, it was secluded and private. I slipped my rucksack onto the floor and scrambled up the rest of the hill to make sure we weren’t next to anyone’s house or anything, but no, we were safe. When I returned to Beau, she was holding onto a branch above her head and almost on tiptoes (an unwitting premonition of how I would restrain her later) and her dress rose up over her backside. I felt the lust beginning to swell within me.

I grabbed the camera, but I only took a handful of photos before I needed to put my hands on her. I moved to her side and squeezed her backside with my right hand, warming her up, getting her body used to the sensations of my hands against it. I squeezed her throat and whispered.

“Have you ever been spanked in public, slut?”

She shook her head. I knew she hadn’t, but I wanted her to know what I was doing and to remember another first that I had given her.

I told her not to let go of the branch, then I slid my left arm round the front of her tiny frame and held the back of her skirt up with it. I brought my hand sharply down against the flesh of her back side. She shook, the pain must have been sharp even through her underwear. I delivered several more in slow succession, and she closed her eyes as her body wrapped itself in a blanket of warm endorphins. I love to watch her face as her body begins to calm itself. She looks… euphoric.

I slid her knickers down to expose the soft flesh of her backside, and I was struck by a sudden desire for someone else to be secretly watching her punishment. I wished I had the presence of forethought to bring rope. But after more than a week of being without her company, I was very keen to get my cock wet. So I took a handful of her hair, turned her around pushed her head down onto my erection. I fucked her mouth deep, hard and fast, savouring the wet choking and gagging that Beau produces while I mouthfuck her. I bounced her head up and down my cock, and I was already quickly approaching orgasm. I resisted the urge to masturbate with her hair and cum in it.

Instead, I shuffled down the hill behind her, sat between her legs and sucked her cunt. She was so wet; she tasted delicious. Her thighs warmed my cheeks and her pussy leaked onto my tongue.

I stood behind her and stroked my erection along her pussy as she arched her back, still holding onto the branches around her for support. I inched slowly into her, my teeth gritted with pleasure. I fucked her with increasing speed and brutality, breathing insults at the back of her head and still spanking her.

I stripped out of my jeans and kicked them away, and lay on my back beckoning her to mount me. She did so, and I pulled her down so she was lying on top of me, and I held her hands behind her back. I had a vivid flashback of the first real night we had spent together, when she been in the same position in my bedroom and was looking shyly over her shoulder so she could watch me penetrate her in the mirror. I wished the mirror had been there in that moment, so she could see herself now.

Soon, we wanted to take ourselves back to the flat and continue there. I had plans for her, and I’ll write about those separately. All you need to know is that as I gathered my jeans up and slipped them on, I stuffed Beau’s knickers into my pocket and forced her to trot back through the woods commando, so I could continue to catch glimpses of her nakedness beneath her dress.