Trying to write of lulus punishment from the previous story has in fact inspired a whole new out doors story.It has been produced far more quickly but i hope you still enjoy it,Writing it has left me in quite a worked up state ! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Green buds on the branches, the scent of growth hinted at the changing season, I walked, trying to burn up energy that needed a release. I needed to get out, my mind too full of Him to be any use at home. I had not heard from Him in over a week, since my punishment.It was always there,haunting me. Standing before him holding my breasts out ,ordered not to flinch. Informed the number of lashes would match my forbidden orgasms.I had stood,not daring to look him in the eye until with a finger under my chin he raised my head.” Look forward“, he said. The thin nylon rope burnt across my nipples. I almost dropped my hands with the sudden pain. Struggling to remain still I heard him say “one” Then the other breast, expertly he caught the tip of the nipple. Shockwaves raced through my entire body. Focusing on the wall I straightened my back, held my breasts a little higher, only 4 more to go. But I had underestimated the effect of returning to my already throbbing nipple. The rope sent wave upon wave of pain through me. Shooting into my pussy and clit even while I struggled not to scream out. The last three became a blur of pain, I sensed everything, but time expanded, prolonging the sensation. And then the sweet ice on each nipple, soothing the fire while it increased the need in me. I had hoped he would take me then , forgive me as he fucked me, I would have begged but I had long learnt he was impervious to my pleas. Instead he wrapped me in a blanket and left, as I recovered I could here the normal noises of domesticity floating up from the kitchen I had not seen him since that day. So now I sought refuge in the woods near my home, wondering if I had made a mistake, how I could undo something I was unaware of doing. I sat on a fallen log, evidence of the winter storms. The stream sounded loud in my ears, rushing over rocks ,twisting its way down to the river. “Good morning slut” He whispered in my ear, “do not turn round, stand with your arms above your head” How did he know I was here, how had he found me, my mind span but I stood without speaking. Heart beating, my legs trembling I raised my arms. A thick rope was tied tightly around them, the rough fibres prickling the skin on my wrists “lower your arms slut” I felt his hands pull my shirt from my jeans, cold metal across my back. The sound of scissors and I realised he was cutting my shirt. Then he snipped at my bra. A few deft cuts and I was naked from the waist up, the cut clothes drifting onto the ferns around my feet. My hand bound ,and still I longed to turn round. I heard a rustling at my feet, and something was wound tightly round my eyes. I realised my cut shirt was being used to blindfold me. My jeans were unfastened and pulled down” step out of your boots” Now only my white cotton knickers remained. The cold metal against my skin and they were cut at either side. The wind caressed my body, exciting my hard nipples.” Step forward 3 steps, there are no nettles, only ferns” I moved as instructed and then the rope around my wrists was pulled ,my arms forced upwards. I could hear Him moving, the rope became tight and I was stretched,almost on tiptoe. I realised he must have fastened the other end to a branch. “The great thing about outdoors is there are so many things to improvise with, the drawback is noise may attract attention” “I will be quiet” I promised, determined to please him. He chuckled,”slut you have never been quiet yet, no I have a better solution “ I felt something soft and cottony forced into my mouth, something that smelt so familiar, and realised with a start he was gagging me with my own knickers. Standing ,stretched out , blind and mute my pussy was wet, my body yearning, I knew he could see my breasts, my nipples errect,my arse curved .I heard rustles and snaps from all around me and wondered exactly what he would find to improvise with. Then I felt the soft stroking of twigs across my back. He had snapped a branch from a tree. Teasing me he drew patterns across my thighs , my arse, my back. Then in to my stomach and breasts. I wanted to spin to wherever he was, the sharpness the branch as it traced its way around my body. To prolong the delicious teasing . Then harder, my shoulders first, my back, receiving special attention as he knew how sensitive it was .First a stroke on my arse, then my legs, my breasts ,my stomach. The individual twigs on the branch each catching a new area, provoking a new sensation. No longer cold , I was never sure where the next stroke would come from, which part of my venerable body he would choose next. Close to coming I had to bite on the pants in my mouth as the flogging grew harder, the skin stinging with each twig, burning with the force of his strokes. My orgasm overtook me ,I shook, all my weight taken by the rope around my wrists ,my body limp. As tears soaked my blindfold I whispered “thank you Sir” I felt the tension in the rope released, The knot at my wrist undone,.” Forward just two steps slut “he said gently. Two steps brought me right against the trunk of the tree.” Put your hands around the tree slut” The bark was rough against my skin, rubbing against the skin where the branch had already left its network of desire. He tied my hands in front of me so I was bound to the tree. He started kissing my neck, wherever the twig had scratched deeper spending extra time, His kisses followed the pattern of his blows and I started to move in rhythm ,He pulled my legs further apart, and one finger when between my pussy lips, “Good slut “He said” Always so wet” I tried to back on to his finger but I was bound too tightly to the tree. He withdrew his hand and stepped away from me. Then I felt his cock enter my pussy, Each time he thrust forward the bark rubbed against my nipples. He fucked me harder, faster, I started to squirt ,hearing it gush out of me onto the dry autumn leaves.He was biting and kissing my neck,His cock deep in my pussy.Fucking me like he had rarely done before. His head was buried in my neck, He seemed as urgent to come as I was. He was pounding me against the tree, its rough bark adding scratches to those already there. His cock filling me, making me come , I had to bite on the pants not to scream out my pleasure. I realised He was murmuring “slut oh my slut” over and over again. He found space to bring his hand forward and play with my clit.This time I didn’t squirt, I gushed, soaking both of us with my juices. His other hand he put around my neck. We moved as one, the tree taking our weight. Naked in the wood ,animal desiring each other. Then with a grunt of near pain he came. He pulled out at the last moment and his spunk splattered over my arse,hot against my fevered skin. I wore the scratch marks as badges of honour for as long a they lasted, and by the time they faded things had moved on so much that I only slightly regretted there departure. How did I get home? He had of course been to mine already and picked up a change of clothes and it was learning this which changed things between us forever, but that is another story.