Holiday Weekend, Part I

I wonder around the bedroom picking up the last few things to take on the weekend camping trip that Master has planned for us. I'm not really much of a camper, but I love the outdoors and can't wait to have my Master all to myself for a four day weekend. Aren't holidays grand, I think to myself. I am just packing my curling iron into my bag when I hear Master calling from the hallway. "Almost ready, little one?"

"Yes, Sir. Just finishing." I call back. I feel his arms embrace my waist from behind and I melt into them. He looks around the room for a moment, then begins chuckling softly. "Where does my precious pet think we are staying? The Holiday Inn?" He asks with humor in his voice. "No Sir." I answer, a bit hurt by his laughing. He spins me around and pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead. "Darling, there won't be anywhere to do your hair this weekend." He says, managing to keep the laughter from his voice this time.

He turns me again, giving my bottom a few crisp smacks. "Now go put all this stuff back. Only pack a few changes of clothes and essentials like soap and shampoo. I'll finish loading the car." He says, then leaves me to repack my bags.

After the car is loaded, I grab the keys and head out the door. He follows me out the door and turns to lock it. Then just as I reach the car, he grabs my bottom and I jump. "Master!!" I exclaim, my face turning red. "My pet shouldn't wear those shorts that let her cheeks hang out if she doesn't want them touched." He says through a smile. "It's a good thing that the park won't be crowded or I would make you turn around and change. You are being a bit casual for public dress don't you think?" He says a bit more seriously.

"Yes, Sir. I thought you might enjoy the view though." I smile impishly. I smile to myself as I feel his eyes on my body as I bend into the back seat to secure the cooler. I nearly knock myself out as I try to stand up inside the car. "Ouch!! I forgot my purse Master. I'll be right back."

"I'll get it, baby. Anything else?" he asks. "Your coffee thermos, Master. Thank you." I add quickly. I climb into the car and start the engine. He comes out with my purse in one hand and the thermos in the other. Then I see the frown on his face. I get out and grab my purse. "You aren't driving, my pet." he says firmly. "I always drive on our trips, Master." I answer.

"Not this time. You don't know the way, and I have driven it many times, my sweet. So I will drive. Climb in now." I walk over to the passengers door and jerk it open with obvious annoyance and an angry pout on my face. "Terri!!" He bellows. I jerk my head up. "What?!" "Excuse me? A proper answer with proper respect, young lady. Now, I want to start this trip on a good note. Lose the pout and the attitude, Now!" He says with a stern tone.

I mumble under my breath about how I could drive and he could navigate. Big mistake! "Terri, get your butt over here, NOW!" the authority thick in his voice. I trudge over to him slowly, my head down, not wanting to look into his face. He raises my chin so he can see my eyes. "We are going to settle this right now, little one. Then we can have a pleasant trip."

He puts his foot on the car bumper and pulls me over his raised leg before I can protest. He begins spanking my upturned bottom with hard swats punctuated with a brief lecture. "Now SMACK you had better SWAT lose the attitude SPANK or we will SMACK SMACK spend this weekend SPANK SWAT blistering your ass SMACK instead of camping. SPANK SMACK Is that understood?"

He rapid fires six or seven hard smacks on the tops of my tender bare thighs with the question. I scream out in pain from the burning in my thighs and manage to squeeze out, "Yes Sir" through my ragged sobbing. He pulls me to my feet and holds me close, rubbing my bottom gently. "Now my pet, let's get going, shall we?" he asks as he kisses away my tears.

Holiday Weekend, Part II

We are about halfway through our four hour journey to the park when my favorite radio station begins to fade. I keep singing along through the fuzzy signal, try to keep it as long as possible before having to switch. Finally, after hearing this for about fifteen minutes, Master tells me to switch the station. I push the scan button a bit too forcefully and Master glares at me. I give an innocent, it was an accident look, and he dismisses it.

Thirty minutes before we reach the park, we begin driving through some mountains. I search through the radio dial with no luck. Angrily, I slam the heel of my palm against the buttons. They go crazy, all trying to go at once. I proclaim loudly, "Fucking radio is a piece of shit!" and instantly regret it. A hard stinging slap immediately bites into my left inner thigh. "Terri!! I will not tolerate that language! Do I need to pull over and repeat your earlier lesson?"

"No Sir" I mumble. "What was that?" he asks in an irritated tone. "No Sir" I repeat louder. For the next twenty-five minutes I listen to a lecture on how to treat expensive property. You know, the lecture you receive at 16 when you get your license. I agree and nod through the "Money doesn't grow on trees" line and the "Cars aren't cheap" lecture, with little interest. I nearly blurt out, "I bet you don't own the electric company either", but hold my tongue.

After we finally arrive at our destination, I climb out of the car with a wince. I look down and realize I have a red welt in the exact shape of Master's hand on my thigh. After unpacking the car and beginning our hike up the mountain to our intended camp site, I trip into whine mode. I wear Master's near perfect patience to the edge with my constant complaining. I whined about my feet hurting, wanting to stop and rest, etc. etc. The only thing I think I left out was, "Are we there yet, papa smurf."

Finally we stop. I toss my pack down and sit on a fallen log. "Is this it? But there is dirt and bugs and..." I get cut short. "Little one, you have pushed too far." he says curtly. He puts his things down and pulls out his camping knife. "I want you to go cut some switches. I will not tolerate this tantrum of yours any longer."

"But...But Master. I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl. I promise." I stammer out. He places the knife in my hand with a sharp smack to my bottom. "You have thirty minutes to gather some suitable choices. I need to set camp and cool off."

As I walk off to collect my punishment switches, my mind races. I entertain the thought that I could just keep going. Walk away. That thought quickly leaves my mind and I am left with fear. Had I been so terrible that when I came back, Master would say he washes his hands of me? I have never seen Master so angry. I begin to silently chastise myself for every move and word that day. By the time I return to camp, tears are flooding my eyes. Master looks up and sees me crying. He rushes over and takes me in his arms. His eyes examine me as he holds me tight. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt, baby?" his voice full of concern. Through my jerking sobs, I try to explain. "I am so sorry Master. Please don't leave me. I love you so much. I have been horrible!!"

Master sits down and pulls me onto his lap. He touches my collar and I flinch, afraid he will tear it from my neck. "My precious pet, Master will never leave you. I am disappointed right now, but I love you more than ever." He wipes at my tears and brushes the hair from my eyes. Master presses my face to his chest and rubs my back and caresses my hair until my crying eases. He raises my face and his eyes meet mine. "Master loves you, my sweet. Have faith in that. Master will never stop loving you. I love you so much, that I need to punish you for your behavior. Are you ready to finish this matter? Then all will be forgiven."

I need to be chastised for my behavior. I need the release from my guilt. I need to please my Master by taking my earned punishment with pride and strength. I climb from Master's lap and retrieve the switches. I place the switches at his feet. Slow tears trickle from my eyes as I look at my Master. "Please show me your love, Master. Please punish me."

"You make me proud, little one. Please take your shorts and panties off." he says in a gentle tone. After removing them, Master guides me across his lap. He begins spanking me with his hand. He doesn't lecture this time, knowing that I am punishing myself more then his words could. Time after time, his hand falls firmly across my bottom. He continues to land hard spanks on each cheek until they show a bright red hue. I gasp as he begins spanking my upper thighs. I sob as his hand covers every inch of vulnerable flesh. I am not aware of when the spanks turn to caresses.

Master stands me on my feet and asks if I'm all right. "Yes, Sir" I whisper through heaving sobs. "Do you trust me, my pet?" Master asks as he raises my eyes to meet his. "Yes, Master. With all my heart."

"Then bend over that fallen tree. Good girl. Now spread your legs wider apart." I spread my thighs as instructed. The swish of the switch as it cuts through the air is deafening. I arch my back and stifle scream as it makes contact. Master pause, watching the thin red welt rise on my bottom, before aiming again. Again the switch bites into my flesh. I buck upwards as a small squeal escapes my lips. The third welt is placed across my thighs, and I yelp loudly in pain. I brace myself for the next blow, but it doesn't fall. I feel my Master's hand caressing my swollen, striped ass. He begins to kiss the welts tenderly, and I feel my arousal despite the pain.

Then, Master bends over and picks me up into his arms. I look into his face and see him sharing my tears. He carries me into our tent. We spend the next three days making glorious love and strengthening our bonds of trust and devotion.