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She's Sorry

She calls up looking to make amends, and gets more than she bargained for.
"Please. Please! I really am sorry and I'll do anything, anything at all . . . please."

The last word was said in a very small, almost defeated voice.

We had been friends of sorts for a while. She was in her twenties and I was somewhat older. I had met her online and we had fooled around a little. I had dominated her long distance via email, text and phone, and on skype once or twice. As she lived nearby, we did eventually meet in person, but by that time the "fire" had gone out and we only really chatted. That was more her doing than mine. After all, I am a man, and I have desires.

But after a while, her immaturity and self-centeredness became more annoying than not. After one of our typical text chats, I quit on her; I just didn't respond any more. I missed talking to her, but her nonsense overwhelmed my feelings for her and I just quit.

That was until this phone call.

She had been texting me, asking me to pick up the phone when it rang, begging me to, saying it was important. I love to be begged, by phone, text, email, or in person. I eventually gave in and told her to call. After a little small talk, she told me how much she missed me. How she missed being able to speak to me, and that she was sorry for how she acted. I told her that how she acted is how she is and I was just tired of it. That led to her statement, her offer, during the phone call.

Thoughts began to swirl in my mind, and I admit my cock started to stiffen. Now, she was a typical young woman with a nice neat figure, small breasts, and a nice face, and the thought of having her in my power caused me to harden further.

"Anything? Okay, we've been through this 'anything' stuff before, but we'll put you to the test. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon. You'll be wearing a tank-top, that very short, yellow skirt you have, and sandals, nothing else. I want you to be carrying a bamboo rod cut from your neighbor’s yard, about a quarter inch thick, and be outside waiting."

With that, I hung up. Then I jerked off.

***

The next day I drove to her place. I half expected to be turning around and just going home, until I saw her waiting for me outside dressed exactly as I had instructed. She had on a white tank top, her pink/brown nipples clearly visible through it. The short, flouncy yellow skirt which came to just below her butt, and sandals. In her hand she held a thin bamboo rod. I pulled up and told her to get in, while I watched her closely. She did, trying to keep the skirt down but failing, giving me a quick look at her freshly shaved pussy.

"Very nice,” I praised her, as I further admired her body. “You’ve been very good by doing exactly as I told you so far, but it’s gonna be a long day."

She put her head down, and simply said, "Yes, Sir."

I drove, engaging in small talk, eventually arriving at a wooded preserve nearby. I figured it would be mostly deserted at this time of day and we would be undisturbed; I also knew she probably wouldn’t know that. I parked in one of the designated parking lots with about three other cars. I ordered her to get out of the car and walk with me. We walked into the woods for about four hundred yards, and I looked around for a nice sized tree. When I found what I was looking for, I stopped.

"Put the rod by that tree, then get on your hands and knees and crawl over in front of me."

She walked over to the tree and leaned the rod on it, then dropped to her knees, put her hands down and crawled to me with her head down. When she got in front of me, she knelt, her eyes level with my crotch. A smirk came over her face as she saw my hardening member. I figured she thought this would be a quick, semi-public blow job and a few painful lashes with the rod.

My right hand lashed out and slapped her across the face, spinning it to her right-side. Then my left hand snapped her head back.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, and remove my belt." She immediately straightened her head and reached up to undo my belt, then slid it out off the loops.

"Now hold it in your hands, smooth side up, and kiss it… No, slowly make out with it along its whole length.”

She looked up at me, saw I wasn't kidding, and bowed her head down. She started to plant kisses on it, very stiffly, as if she was kissing a relative goodbye. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, "I said make out with it, slowly." I let her hair go, and she bowed her head and started to kiss the belt open mouthed. Her eyes started to moisten and I guess it was because she didn't like making out with an inanimate object. I knew that even with her dislike for this request, her desire to please me was overpowering. I watched her kneeling on the ground, her mouth working over the belt, and felt my cock get a little harder, the sensitive head rubbing on my underwear. I waited until she finished working over the whole belt.

"Now offer me the belt and ask me to spank you with it."

She looked up at me, the humiliation of being made to ask for a whipping evident on her face. She didn't mind being whipped or spanked, but she liked being caught and "made" to be spanked, wrestled into position. This was not to her liking, but it was going to get worse.

She held out the belt to me and said, "Please use this belt on me, Sir."

I laughed and stepped back about five feet. "You'll need to do better than that. Crawl over here and beg me slut, really beg me."

Tears started to roll down her cheeks, as she shuffled forward on her knees, holding the belt in front of her, and saying, "Please, please, Sir, please use this belt on me, spank me with it, please do it to me, I . . . I b . . be . . .beg you. Please, I really deserve to be whipped by you." 

How could I resist? I took the belt from her, told her to roll up the front of her tank top and stuff the rolled material in her mouth. Then, I told her to raise the back of her skirt and tuck it in the waist band, exposing her breasts and her rear.

"Now crawl to that tree and stand up about three feet from it with your legs spread wide. Then bend over and grip the trunk with your hands."

I watched her cute rear as she crawled on hands and knees then stood up. Tears were freely running down her face now as she bent over, her body almost making a right angle, and she put her hands on the tree.

"Move your hands to either side of the trunk, and move your feet back some."

Her legs were now further back, and her chest perpendicular to the tree. I reached under her chest with my left hand and gripped hard onto one of her nipples. At the same time I brought my right hand between her legs and felt her pussy. The problem with punishing her was that the things I liked to do, she liked also, so this was not really "punishment"; that was evident by the moisture I felt in her hole.

"You will close your eyes, and keep them closed. I'm going to give you one lash with the belt, then one with your rod. After that you'll get ten with the belt, ten with the rod, and then five more with the belt. If you let go of the tree, or open your eyes, we increase the number of strokes by one, discounting the stroke that I’ve just landed. So if it was the eighth lash with the belt, you'll get that lash over again, plus have one added to the count. Now get ready."

I took the belt and doubled it over, holding it tightly in my hand, as I moved around her slowly looking at her body, waiting purposely. After a minute or so, I moved to her left side and took my position. Even with her shapely rear tempting me, I still stalled. She started to whimper now, probably from the strain of the position, and possibly from the wait. Suddenly I lashed out with the belt at full force right over the plumpest part of her butt. She grunted, but held her position.

"Okay, that was the first one, now the rod."

I coiled the belt and placed it on her back. Then I slowly walked over to where the rod was and picked it up, walking back to her while swishing it through the air. She heard the sound of the rod and shuddered slightly with every swish. I made sure the swishes sounded loud, but in actuality the lash would not be all that hard, as even a light one with this stiff rod would leave a mark and hurt a lot.

Again I took my time, letting two full minutes go by as I walked around her, admiring her body and just waiting. Then as before, I moved to her left side and waited some more, this time taking a very wicked cut in the air with the rod, watching her jump. And as she started to relax, I brought the rod down with less than medium force, again across the fullest part of her rear. She jolted forward clenching her cheeks and let out a muffled scream, as a welt slowly began to rise on her flesh.

"Okay, that was just to let you know what was coming. Now we get to the main event, ten, ten, and five." 

Again taking my time, I put the rod back by the tree and picked up the belt, which had fallen to the ground when she jerked. I doubled it over and again took my time walking around her before returning to stand by her left. I reached out and ran my hand over her backside, feeling the welt and the warmth, enjoying her flinching. I waited some more, then brought the belt down hard right across the area where the rod had landed, renewing the pain. She lurched forward, clenched her teeth and moaned. Fresh tears began to form in her eyes.

"One."

Now I walked around her once, then turned and moved slowly and quietly away from the area towards the car, leaving her in position against the tree. She was expecting me to take my time; this gave me time to walk away. As I got about a hundred yards away, I put the belt in my loops and grinning, moved more quickly to the car. I got in, turned on some music, and waited.

It was about ten minutes or so when I saw her coming out of the forest. I can only imagine that she had waited two or three minutes before she started to wonder, and then maybe two or three more before she dared to open her eyes, not knowing if I was trying to trap her or not. Then she had to gather her bearings before walking to my car.

Her eyes were blazing as she walked to the car and started to shout, "What the f…

"Be careful little girl! Today isn’t over yet," I interrupted her quickly. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

She calmed down quickly and moved to the passenger side to get in. She found the door locked and just looked at me. I signaled her to come over to my window.

"If you want to get in, remove your skirt and give it to me through the window."

She looked at me, and then looked around checking the other cars. Head lowered, she quickly pulled the skirt off and passed it through the now fully lowered window. I could tell she felt uncomfortable at the thought of being so totally exposed.

I opened the car locks . . .

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