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The Rainy Day
Ok once again I mention a story I wrote a few years ago and then I'm told I have to post it here. Hope ya like it. If ya don't don't tell me, I can't take critizism.
The Rainy Day He was awakened by the sound of a softly falling spring rain outside his window. He smiled knowing that he would soon get the call. Sure enough no sooner had the thought flashed into his mind than the phone rang. He answered with a soft "hello" and heard four words from the voice that never failed to send a shiver down his spine. "The clearing, ten minutes." Getting out of bed he slipped into running shorts, a T shirt and running shoes, and eagerly headed out the back door. He started jogging down a well worn path into the forest that began where his backyard ended. As soon as he was far enough down the path to be out of sight he removed his shirt and shorts, barely slowing down to do so. Naked he ran, the rain streaming down his glistening body. Soon he came to a clearing and looked to the other side in eager anticipation. There She was just emerging from the trees on the other side of the clearing. As naked as he, the rain water streaming down her equally glistening body she waited. He walked slowly to her and kneeled at her feet bending down to kiss them softly. Smiling she takes his hand and pulls him up, leading him over to a fallen log where a waterproof nylong bag rests. She gently guides him over her lap and begins to spank his rain wet bottom, hard but not TOO hard....yet. Moaning softy he thrusts his ass up to meet each incoming smack from that beloved hand as the delicious sting begins to build. As the rain begins to fall harder she begins to spank harder. For a long yet all too short time the only sound in the forest is the sound of the steadily increasing rain, the steadily increasing smacks of her hand upon his willing bottom and the steadily increasing moans of pleasure. When his bottom reaches a satisfying shade of pink she reaches down into the bag at her feet and pulls out a well worn wooden hairbrush. Soon the rain soaked forest echoes with the whacks of the hairbrush as cries of pain get all mixed up with his moans of pleasure and he can no longer tell the difference. After a suitable amount of time she stops and gently rubs his blazing red butt. She looks down at him with a grin reaching into the bag once more and pulling out a folding knife hands it to him. With a knod and a grin of his own he stands and looks around the dripping trees untill he finds the perfect limb. He cuts the limb off and strips the leaves bringing it back to her eagerly. She tests the switch, listening to the swish as she swings it through the air. She smiles, steps back and waves to the fallen log. He takes a deep shuddering breath and lays over the log. She steps back taking careful aim and lays a firey stroke in the center of his bright red bottom. One again the intensity of the storm increases seemingly in sync with the intensity of thier session. Stroke after stroke of the switch burned across his battered bottom as the rain poured down and cooled it off only to have the next stroke reignite it again. Twenty one times the switch rose and fell and twenty one times his scream of pleasure/pain rang through the downpoor. Then silence falls as she reaches into the nylon bag one last time. Pulling out a well worn leather strap She steps up and lashes his burning but still eager bottom as the thunder rolls. The rain lashes thier bodies as she lashes his bottom over and over again as the thunder rolls and the lightening flashes. Finally after one last hardest yet lash of the strap she slowly lowers her arm gazing lovingly at him as he lays there breathing heavily. He looks up at her all the love and adoration he feels for her shining from his eyes. She helps him slip from the fallen log and laying on the sodden ground they make love in the midst of the storm no longer knowing or caring if the thunder and lightening is coming from without or within. (six weeks later) She was wakend by the sound of a softly falling summer rain outside her window. She smiled knowing that she would soon get the call... |
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Wow!!!!
Awesome story Jack. You are indeed very talented. Thank you very much for sharing this one.
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Wow
Jack, are you not glad that you listened to me and Arianna? Excellent story!
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(fanning myself with my hand) Is it just me or is it getting hot in here!?! LOL
Great story Jack.....now, where are the other five....weeeee are waitingggggg (right cici)! |
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Good point Arianna!
Jack........where are they? |
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Beautifully written!
Wow! That "Rainy Day" story is Hot!
Good job. You get an "A+", but you'll have to see the teacher after class to receive the bonus smacks...er...I meant bonus points. |
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Give me a hall pass with the time and classroom number and I'll be there Ma'am
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