Outside (M/F story)

"You know," Janet said to her boyfriend, "I'm glad you suggested we go hiking today."

"Because you think I could use the exercise?" David replied.

Janet nodded. "That too. But I seem you to remember you had something else planned for today, that we won't have time for."

David reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out a notebook. "'Give Janet a good whipping'," he read. He put the notebook back in his pocket. "I hadn't forgotten. Have I ever forgotten our little spanking session?"

"Well, you've overbooked today," she said with a grin. "I plan on tiring you out so much on this little walk, that by the time we get out of the forest, you'll be too tired to even lift that blasted paddle of yours."

"I wasn't planning on punishing you when we got home," he replied.

"Admitting defeat? That's rare for you," she said. Suddenly, she turned pale, and the grin vanished from her face. "Oh no! No! You can't be thinking of..."

He shrugged. "Thinking of what?"

"You know what I mean." She glanced around at the woods around them. "You can't be thinking off punishing me HERE?"

He nodded. "That was my plan, yes."

"In PUBLIC?"

"This isn't exactly a city street," he said. "Have we met anyone today? At all?"

"That isn't the point," she said, blushing. "You can't do this."

"Pretty sure I can," he said calmly. "You can do this silently or loudly, but you're getting your butt whipped today, and you're less likely to draw a crowd if you keep your voice down."

They walked on, and Janet was considerably less enthusiastic than she'd been a few minutes ago. Suddenly, David stopped. "I think this is a good as spot as any." He took out a small knife. "Go out and cut a switch. The normal rules apply: cut a bad one, and I'll use both until they break. Cut TWO bad ones, and I'll go out and cut four proper ones."

"I know the rules," she said, straining to remain polite, no matter how much she wanted to tell him to shove it. She'd snapped at him during punishment once before, and had no wish to repeat the experience.

"Best get it over with," she told herself. "He'll have no problem dragging my punishment out."

About two minutes later, Janet returned from the woods, switch in hand. David held it up, swishing it through the air. Janet felt a cold feeling creeping up her back: she knew he'd already decided whether the switch was good enough or not, but he wanted to drag it out, make her wonder. She hated when he did that.

He looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "Good enough, Janet. You're getting better at this."

"I've had some training," she admitted.

"Well, then. Off with your clothes."

Janet stared wide-eyed at him. "What!?"

"Come on, Janet, when have I ever punished you over your trousers?" He shook his head. "That's not how we do things, you know that."

"But... I thought, under the circumstances..." she said, her hands shielding her rear end.

"You thought wrong," he said bluntly. "Now, trousers and panties off."

She unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down to her knees. She looked pleadingly at him.

"You know the drill," he said. "All the way off. Panties as well."

She folded her clothes, placing them on a nearby rock. She was now naked from the waist down, out in the forest. She kept her hands at her sides, as she knew he hated it when she tried to cover up, but every particle of her body told her to hide herself.

"Now," he said cheerily, "Bend over and grab your ankles."

She did as he said, and the first stroke landed on her bottom, causing her to bite her lip. She didn't want to cry out – not here.

"You know, you've always reddened easily," he told her as he lifted the switch again and again. "And yet, you take your whippings so well."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as the sting in her tail grew with every stroke of the switch.

"Enjoying yourself?" he said.

"Of course not!" she said indignantly.

"Liar," he said. "You're dripping wet."

She had to admit, she was.

The whipping was hard, but short, and after a few minutes, he reached forward to rub her bottom. "You can put your clothes back on now, if you wish."

She slipped her panties on, reaching for the jeans. While the rough fabric would be absolute murder on her bottom, it was better than walking around with her red backside sticking out for the whole world to see. She grimaced as she wriggled into the jeans, wishing she'd worn a skirt.

"Now," he said as they started walking, "You wanted a really long walk today, didn't you?"

She reached back to rub her stinging rear, the jeans scraping against her skin for every step she took. She decided that their walk today would be rather short, instead.