butterflies and country lanes
9.55am I am all excited now, I am dressed and ready to meet my Lord to receive my punishment. he calls me he is running late we need to put the time back by half an hour. no problem, I set off a little later than expected, driving down flooded country lanes praying that my car wont get stuck in the middle of a flood. my wipers are working hard, thank goodness I had wanted the rain and that is exactly what im getting. Finally I arrive safe 5 mins early, slip off my flat driving shoes and put on my high heel ankle boots to complete my outfit of black stockings, barbie pink short skirt and white blouse. I can see the road from where I am parked so I shall see him before he sees me. I dont have long to wait, hes here the butterflies in my stomach jolt, I hadn't expected that. His car stops next to mine, we drive off towards our destination. In just a few minutes we are there, the rain is easing off and there are several cars already in the car park. Dog walkers milling around, we park side by side and wind down our windows. Perhaps this is not such a good idea!!! it would have been good if we could have got there not seeing anyone, made our way to a suitable spot knowing that there were other people around but they are oblivious of our presence unless they stumble across us by accident. but not like this. He has an idea, we drive off down the same lanes I had already traversed. We then spend the next half an hour driving along winding lanes and tracks until finally we give up we dont have the time for this. We pull up at the end of our final lane, he leaves his car and crouches by the side of my door, those butterflies are there again. we agree to wait now until after the new year when he has more time. This will give me more time to investigate more thoroughly a suitable venue for my punishment. he leans in through my window and we kiss, my heart melts just as it did a few short days ago at the end of our first meeting which didnt go to plan either. I suggest that had we managed to find a suitable place after all this I would probably been laughing too much to take my punishment with suitable decorum. I long for his kisses to continue and his touch on my skin. My hero puts his arm through my window touching my naked thigh just above the top of my stockings, I feel his fingers searching for my maidenhood, I wriggle in my seat to make it easier finally he finds the right spot but it is awkward. It only occurs to me when it is too late and he has driven away, I should have opened my door and swung my legs around so that I was facing my master. I could have shuffled forward until I was perched on the edge of my seat giving my master an easier access to his prize. I drive home feeling frustrated and a little dismayed, but I shall enjoy the build up of anticipation until I can meet with my Lord. In the meantime we will be continuing our email communication as well as chatting by msn etc.
9.55am I am all excited now, I am dressed and ready to meet my Lord to receive my punishment. he calls me he is running late we need to put the time back by half an hour. no problem, I set off a little later than expected, driving down flooded country lanes praying that my car wont get stuck in the middle of a flood. my wipers are working hard, thank goodness I had wanted the rain and that is exactly what im getting. Finally I arrive safe 5 mins early, slip off my flat driving shoes and put on my high heel ankle boots to complete my outfit of black stockings, barbie pink short skirt and white blouse. I can see the road from where I am parked so I shall see him before he sees me. I dont have long to wait, hes here the butterflies in my stomach jolt, I hadn't expected that. His car stops next to mine, we drive off towards our destination. In just a few minutes we are there, the rain is easing off and there are several cars already in the car park. Dog walkers milling around, we park side by side and wind down our windows. Perhaps this is not such a good idea!!! it would have been good if we could have got there not seeing anyone, made our way to a suitable spot knowing that there were other people around but they are oblivious of our presence unless they stumble across us by accident. but not like this. He has an idea, we drive off down the same lanes I had already traversed. We then spend the next half an hour driving along winding lanes and tracks until finally we give up we dont have the time for this. We pull up at the end of our final lane, he leaves his car and crouches by the side of my door, those butterflies are there again. we agree to wait now until after the new year when he has more time. This will give me more time to investigate more thoroughly a suitable venue for my punishment. he leans in through my window and we kiss, my heart melts just as it did a few short days ago at the end of our first meeting which didnt go to plan either. I suggest that had we managed to find a suitable place after all this I would probably been laughing too much to take my punishment with suitable decorum. I long for his kisses to continue and his touch on my skin. My hero puts his arm through my window touching my naked thigh just above the top of my stockings, I feel his fingers searching for my maidenhood, I wriggle in my seat to make it easier finally he finds the right spot but it is awkward. It only occurs to me when it is too late and he has driven away, I should have opened my door and swung my legs around so that I was facing my master. I could have shuffled forward until I was perched on the edge of my seat giving my master an easier access to his prize. I drive home feeling frustrated and a little dismayed, but I shall enjoy the build up of anticipation until I can meet with my Lord. In the meantime we will be continuing our email communication as well as chatting by msn etc.
It was with a mixture of dismay and amusement that I returned to my humble abode following our fruitless drive through wet and muddy lanes and tracks. (my car is now thoroughly muddy). I made a light lunch and went to my computer. I get a message from a friend of a friend on AFF, we have spoken a few times recently, he wants to take some professional photos for me as my friend has told him that I don’t have many pictures save the ones I took myself. he asks if I would like to meet this afternoon for an hour, we agree that I shall go to his place, we exchange mobile numbers, then shortly after he calls to cancel. Never mind I have things to do. Then I get a call his meeting is cancelled come round now!!. wear something sexy...I still have on the short pink skirt and black stockings of this morning together with sheer white sleeveless blouse over white lacy brassiere. Within 2 minutes of my arrival he has his hard cock out on display for me. Wow I have never seen anything so big, we chat over our cups of tea for a few minutes before he has my breasts out exclaiming how magnificent they are. I am stroking his huge shaft as he fingers my wetness, he wants to take me now!!!! we discuss whether I like anal......something I have only recently been introduced. there is no way that thing is going to go into my ass !!!!!!! He spreads a towel on the floor, he enters my vagina from behind and begins to fondle my breasts alternating with my clit, he offers me his wet fingers to lick my juices from. then he slaps my arse, before muttering that he hasn’t even asked me if I like to be slapped. I tell him that I have learnt that I do and he slaps me more first on one side then the other. he slaps harder but still he hasnt slapped as much as I feel I would like. I am worrying by now that it is almost time for me to collect my child from school. I turn around and he comes all over my waiting breasts. we both dress hurriedly and I depart for the school run. I feel gratified that my frustration has been dealt with and I most certainly know that I have been fucked, however it is not an experience I wish to repeat.these lashes have served merely to remind myself of what I should have received earlier and that when issued by my lord these lashes will indeed be more satisfactory as they are born of our joint fantasy.
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