This is a work of erotic fantasy. All characters are consenting adults, and every act depicted in this story is entirely fictional and consensual.

The goddamn heat is killing me. I’d planned to use the free time to work on my novel, but my attic apartment has to be pushing forty degrees. Fuck this summer—it’s unbearable. So I decide to go for a walk. There’s a forest right nearby; it should be cooler there.

Sweaty, I enter the woods. It really is cooler. I pick a circular trail, 5.4 kilometers long. Not many people around—so far I’ve only passed two older folks. Most people are probably at the outdoor pool in this weather. Fine by me. I enjoy the quiet and the exercise. I’m even thinking about doing the loop a second time. Fuck, I sound like some old retiree. Good thing no one can read my thoughts.

Halfway around, I freeze. Are those slapping sounds? Is someone yelling? The noise is coming from the right, off the path. I decide to check it out. Quietly I slip between the trees. What the fuck?

I see a bare female ass. Its owner is draped over the lap of a black-haired goth girl who’s sitting on a tree stump, repeatedly smacking the blonde’s cheeks. What the hell are they doing? Is this consensual? Still, I have to admit—it’s a hot sight. The blonde’s ass twists in pain; she keeps crying out. I edge closer and hide behind a tree about ten meters away.

The goth girl is really getting into it now, alternating hard left-right smacks that clearly pack a punch. The blonde moans, squirms, and yells, trying to cover her ass with one hand. The goth reacts instantly, grabs the hand, and pins it behind her back.

“You know what happened last time, sweetie. Keep that hand away.”

“Fuck you.”

“Really? Fine. You asked for it. Get up and give me your belt.”

“Please, not the belt. I’ll keep my hand away.”

“Too late. We’re at fifty right now. Keep begging and disobeying and it’ll be a hundred. Your choice.”

“Okay, okay…” The blonde sighs, stands up—and then she spots me.

“Shit, there’s someone!” she shouts, startled, face flushing with shame as she yanks her pants up.

“Sorry,” I stammer, and start hurrying away.

“Stay right there, you pervert!” the goth girl yells after me.

I run for the path, but both women sprint after me. My lungs burn and a side stitch hits hard, yet somehow I keep going. On the trail the goth is gaining fast. She shoves me from behind. I stumble but stay on my feet. Running is pointless. I have to try to talk my way out of this before they tear me apart.

“I’m sorry I watched you. It wasn’t on purpose—I thought someone was in trouble…” I stammer.

“You’re going to be sorry. Someone is in trouble—you.”

They both jump me. I’m forced to the ground. The goth snaps handcuffs on me, then kneels and pins my shoulders down.

“Pull his pants down. This peeping tom needs a lesson,” she tells her blonde friend.

“Please, no—it was a mistake…”

“Shut up. You’re only making it worse. We’re going to teach you a lesson whether you like it or not.”

The blonde fumbles with my button, finally gets it open, and yanks my pants and boxers down. My face burns with shame. Still, I’m already half-hard. She sits on my legs and starts spanking my ass with both hands, rapid hard smacks. I groan. It hurts—but the heat and the humiliation only make me harder.

“Did you like watching me get spanked?” she asks.

I don’t answer at first.

“Answer her,” the goth orders, still holding my shoulders down.

“Yes… I did,” I admit, voice rough.

“At least you’re honest. Let’s see how you like getting spanked yourself.”

The blonde’s voice is full of gleeful malice as she rains more smacks down—easily twenty. I whimper and yell, but I don’t really fight her. Part of me doesn’t want this to stop.

“My turn. You’ve had your fun,” the goth says.

“Okay, my hands are starting to hurt anyway.”

The blonde stands. The goth releases my shoulders. This would be the perfect moment to try to escape. I could scramble up and run. Instead I stay exactly where I am, heart pounding, cock throbbing against the ground. The blonde kneels and takes my shoulders while the goth sits on my legs. Using only her right hand, the goth starts slamming it hard onto my left cheek—fifty times at least. I’m close to tears from the sting, yet my erection never fades. Then she does the same to the right. My ass is on fire and must be bright red. Both women stand.

“Come with us. The pants stay down. If you try to run, you’ll regret it.”

I get up and nod. My cock is fully hard, obvious and shameless. Handcuffed, pants around my ankles, I follow them off the path without resistance. When we reach the stump again, the goth orders, “Kneel.”

I obey at once.

“Now you, Daphne. Before we were interrupted I promised you fifty with the belt. You’re getting them now. Pants down, hands on the stump, and stick that sweet ass out.”

“Come on, Kimberly, please…”

“Sixty with the belt.”

Daphne groans, opens her pants, and pushes them and her red hotpants down. Her ass is already noticeably red. She places her hands on the stump and sticks her backside out. The first strokes land; she cries out and twists. A few later she drops to her knees, rubbing her ass. Kimberly lets her for a moment, then orders her back into position. She takes the next ones reasonably well, but then it gets too much again and she collapses, rubbing furiously.

“Back in position or you get extras.”

Daphne jumps up immediately. She endures the last strokes screaming, near tears, without leaving the position. When it’s over, Kimberly creams her ass.

“You were very brave, sweetie.”

“Next time you’re getting all of it back, you horny bitch.”

“Looking forward to it.”

They hug, hands roaming intimate places, and kiss passionately, tongues meeting again and again. I should leave, but I’m too captivated by the sight—and too hard to pretend otherwise.

“Oh, the peeping tom is still here. Looks like he’s enjoying the show,” Kimberly notes, glancing between my legs.

“What do we do with him now?”

“I think he deserves more punishment for spying on us again.”

“Hmm… maybe those hazel switches I had to cut earlier. We could use them to teach him some manners.”

“Good idea. At least they won’t have been for nothing.” Kimberly looks at me.

I’m still kneeling, pants down, handcuffed, cock standing straight out.

“Stand up.” She unlocks the cuffs, grabs my hand, and leads me to the stump. “Hands on the stump. Stick that ass out.”

I obey without hesitation and get into position. My heart is racing, but I don’t pull away.

“You’re getting ten from Daphne. You count every stroke. If you don’t count, it doesn’t count and you get an extra. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Yes, Miss. I like that. Good boy.” She laughs mockingly.

She hands the switches to Daphne. Daphne doesn’t hesitate—she brings them down hard across my ass. I cry out from the sharp sting, drop to my knees for a second, then force myself back up.

“Get up. That one doesn’t count. I’d start counting if I were you.”

I stand. The next stroke isn’t quite as hard, but it still burns. “One,” I manage.

I somehow endure and count the next ones. After the sixth I collapse again, gasping, but I stay where I am instead of trying to crawl away. Daphne gives me a short break, then orders me back into position and tells me the stroke doesn’t count. Screaming and sobbing, I take the rest plus two extras, counting them all. My cock stays hard the entire time.

“I think the peeping tom’s had enough. At least I drove the horniness out of him.”

My cock, which had softened only slightly from the pain, stiffens fully again the moment she says it.

They stare at it with sadistic grins.

“Looks like the pervert still hasn’t learned his lesson.”

Both of them push me down onto the ground again. The blonde pins my wrists. I groan as the switches crash down on my already burning ass. The pain is intense, and I twist under her weight, but I don’t genuinely try to throw her off or escape. Part of me wants this—needs the final lesson. Relentlessly the goth keeps striking. Easily twenty more strokes land while I stay hard beneath them, gasping and moaning through the sting.

The blonde finally climbs off.

She looks down at me. “Hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

I nod, still breathing hard, cock visibly throbbing against the forest floor.

“Good. Kneel again. We’re leaving. Don’t you dare follow us. If we run into you again today, you’ll really regret it. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss,” I answer quietly.

I stay kneeling as the two women walk off, giggling. After about thirty minutes I finally stand up. By now they should be long gone. My ass is on fire, my cock is still half-hard, and I know—if they had asked me to stay for more, I would have said yes.