WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 70: PUNISHED BY MY HORNY HUSBAND (3)

CHAPTER 3

He led me across the lawn towards a large oak tree. My toes sunk into the soft loam of the yard, feeling the lush grass caressing my toes as I walked naked towards the tree. The boughs of the aged giant swayed across the sky as though trying to sweep the clouds away so that it could be reunited with the sun once again.

“Hug the tree, slut. Your body needs to be tightly pressed against it, and your legs need to be spread.”

Without waiting for a reply, he walked into the brush that surrounded the tree’s small sanctuary. I moved towards the tree’s trunk, acutely aware of

 what an oak tree felt like. Its bark was rough and jagged, my years of climbing these same trees as a child had resulted in many torn fingers and scratched knees. I hugged the tree, unable to reach my arms all the way around and waited for Paul to come back. The imagined feelings I had of the tree’s texture didn’t compare to the uncomfortable sensations that my body was nagging me about.

Paul came back carrying a long willow switch. It was long, almost three feet long and about as thin as a pencil. The flexibility of the willow would mean that every strike would be like a whip rather than a cane. This was going to be more pain that I’d ever experienced, and I was just glad that my pussy was pressed against the tree instead of being displayed to the vicious weapon. I didn’t think I would be able to take a pussy whipping with the switch.

Paul set the switch down and got the rope. He made simple ties that Paul would be ashamed of now that he’s had more practice, but they were effective nonetheless. I was secured and every time I moved, the bark of the tree scratched all of the sensitive areas that were exposed to it.

“Now slut, this is your final spanking for the weekend. It will also be the worst. I just want to prepare you for what’s coming.”

With that said, he stepped back to get the switch. He extended it to slowly rub it against my ass, letting me feel the rough sandpaper bark of the willow. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the war that he would wage with my body. I had heard the switch whistle through the air before the

 stinging bite of it registered on my back, scraping the already sensitive skin.

I held back the scream that instinctively came from deep in my belly. The switch whistled again, marking my ass with a long thin strip of welts and forcing the scream out of me. Over and over again, the switch cut through the air, leaving pain and crimson where ever it landed. My voice was hoarse from screaming, and my back and ass were covered with thin red tracks where Paul had exacted his revenge for my cheating. This was not pleasure, this was pure pain, but I didn’t plead for him to stop, for him to soften his blows.

My breasts, stomach, and legs were covered in small scrapes where I had moved from one of the dozens of savage hits from the switch. My legs had nearly given out after the tenth, and my body was being supported by the ropes as Paul continued his punishment.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torment, Paul put down the switch and untied the ropes. I collapsed onto the grass. Paul bent down and scooped my battered and broken body up in his strong arms and carried me into the house to lay me down in our bed.

I drifted in and out of consciousness as Paul calmly put ointment on my wounds. There were a few spots that had bled, but the majority of the marks were simply thin bruises. After finishing his doctoring, he left me on the bed and covered me up with the blanket. I was thankful that I didn’t have to sleep on the ground and was supremely grateful that we had such soft sheets as every movement ached even with how soft they were.