I once spent some very pleasant afternoons in some woods with a lovely and generously proportioned lady who was a teacher. We had met online and she complained she was not getting much action at home between the sheets. We had several lusty encounters in the woods and I had taken to given her large bottom some hearty slaps as we made love. She did not seem to complain and we progressed quite rapidly to me giving her some quite decent spankings over my knee prior to sex. At first I think she was a bit embarrassed to be treated in this way, but she soon realised how turned on I got with slapping her large round bottom until it was red and rosy all over, and she seemed to enjoy the sex afterwards even more. On one memorable occasion I started to cut some thin and whippy branches from a suitable tree and was pleased when she started helping me until we had made about a dozen switches.

When we had finished she went over to a tree, reached under her dress and stepped out of her panties, before tucking up her dress at the back and then hugging the tree. She then looked me in the eye and, wriggling her lovely rump, said, “go on beat me, I know you want to do it.”

I went easy at first, uncertain if she was really serious about, just lightly striping her bottom with the first switch. But then she looked back at me and said, ” Come on do it properly, as if you mean it.”

So I started to whip her behind with more vigour, lashing each switch across her haunches until it was broken, before moving onto the next one.

She took the beating extremely well, only yelling out towards the end, when her buttocks were red and striped all over.

We were both breathing hard after the experience and sweating in the summer sun. I turned her around and took her against the tree, thrusting into her and causing her freshly whipped bottom to grind against the rough bark of the tree. She came incredibly quickly and noisily, collapsing onto the floor of the wood afterwords, where I continued to rise her hard until I too was spent.

I had to admit that her poor behind was in a bit of a mess after such a switching and from her grinding her spanked butt against the tree. We even had to stop at a pharmacy on the way home to get some supplies, so that I could tend to her sore behind when we got back to my place.

Despite all this, her bottom soon healed, although I was worried how her hubby never saw the marks that such whippings left on his wife’s posterior, and we continued our weekly walk in the woods…

Yours

K.Howarth.

Manchester.