The mountain lake (M/F story)

Lana swam leisurely in the crystal water of the beautiful mountain lake, smiling euphorically. It had been a blisteringly hot summer day, and while the sun was setting now, it was still warm in the air, so the cold lake-water felt blissfully cool against her naked skin.

Floating on her back to let the last rays of the sun caress her body, she closed her eyes, savouring the moment. It was a lovely evening to follow a wonderful day. And if she was correct, it wasn't over yet.

"Skinny-dipping? Really?" a voice commented drily.

Her eyes shot open, and she turned to the shore, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw her boyfriend standing there. He'd taken off his shirt on the long hike to reach the lake, and she took a moment to appreciate the sight of his muscled torso. Justin was an attractive man, and in her opinion, he didn't walk around shirtless nearly as often as he should. "I see you got my message." She'd asked him to meet her at her favourite lake at sundown, which she thought would be fittingly romantic.

"I've told you several times to stop swimming nude," he said sternly, folding his arms in front of his chest – which she found inconsiderate, as she wasn't done looking. "What if someone sees you?" he lectured.

She pouted. Why did he have to be so mean? Couldn't he enjoy the moment? She was quite sure that a lot of men would appreciate finding their girlfriend unexpectedly naked. "No one is going to come here, particularly at this time of night." She gave him an alluring look. "We can do whatever we want up here."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"That's right," she grinned. "Why don't you take off those clothes and join me?"

"I have a better idea," he said, sitting on a large rock near the lake. "Come here."

Lana didn't really want to leave the water, but it seemed like Justin had something in mind, and she was eager to find out what exactly his wicked mind had thought of now. She rose out of the lake, the water dripping of her naked form, and sauntered sexily towards her boyfriend, doing her best to make sure he enjoyed the sight.

He smiled. "Do you know what seeing you like this makes me want to do?"

She giggled, licking her lips seductively. "No. Why don't you tell me?"

"Why don't I show you instead?" She liked the sound of that.

She was near enough now for him to reach out and touch her, and he did – he grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him, pulling her over his knee.

Feeling quite disoriented by this sudden move, Lana had no idea what was going on or why he had done this. Why had he pulled her forward? For what reason did he want her to lie face-down over his lap? The firm slaps that struck her naked bottom came as a complete surprise to her, but she quickly figured out what was going on.

"Ow! Justin, that hurts!" she complained. "This isn't sexy at all!"

"It's not supposed to be," he said in a stern voice as he continued to spank her. "Lana, I've told you multiple times that I don't want you skinny-dipping in public all alone." He delivered a set of extra-hard spanks that had her yelping. "Talking to you doesn't seem to have helped, so maybe THIS will."

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, the hard smacks causing her to moan and wriggle. She couldn't believe it! Her nice, gentle boyfriend was actually SPANKING her! "Ouch! Stop it! Let me up, you absolute brute!"

"I'll stop when I think you're truly sorry for what you've done – and from the sound of things, that's not going to happen any time soon." He sounded determined.

She squirmed; the heat in her seat was rapidly rising, and the sting was getting very uncomfortable. She had a dreadful feeling that nothing she said could convince him to stop spanking her. "Couldn't we at least do this at home? Someone might see us!" That would be absolutely horrible – having her painful, humiliating punishment witnessed by others!

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said that no one was going to come up here?"

She winced, and not only from the pain. "Yes, but what if they do?" Trying to win an argument while she was naked and being spanked was hard, but she was going to try her best.

"If they do, I hope they enjoy the sight of a naughty young lady getting what she deserves," he told her. His hand continued to rise and fall, slapping down on her round, wriggling buns.

She did her best to squirm out of the way of his firm hand, but he wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her in place, continuing his assault on her hindquarters. Tears were rolling down her face, and she was now pleading with him. "I promise I'll listen to you from now on!"

By the time he was convinced that she sounded sufficiently sorry, her bottom was bright red, and she felt like she had sat in a campfire. He helped her up and hugged her close, kissing the tears from her face while his hands soothed the pain that he had just inflicted. "I wish I didn't have to do that, but I needed to make you listen before you got yourself in real trouble. I don't think you'll be skinny-dipping without my permission in the future?"

"No, Justin," she promised as sincerely as she could. "I'll be good."

"You'd better be. What will happen if you misbehave again?"

She sighed. "You'll spank me?" she guessed. She wasn't happy with that idea, but she suspected that if she voiced those objections, he'd just put her back across his knee, and she really wanted to avoid that. Which she guessed is what he had wanted to accomplish.

"That's right. Good guess," he said, planting a kiss on her lips that made her blush.

"Can I get dressed now?"

Justin didn’t respond at first, and instead looked at with a thoughtful expression on his face, and she had a horrible suspicion that he was actually considering making her walk home naked, her red bottom visible for anyone to see – not to mention the rest of her!

To her immense relief, he eventually nodded. "Get your clothes on and let's go home."