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The Chosen Place
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Her body white and glowing against the cool darkness of the wood
moved with panicked fury. Scourged by the branches and twigs,
her arms reached out grasping at any solid earthy form. Her bare
feet sought stable ground as she stumbled and fell once more.
Her eyes wide in fear searched ahead in the darkness for a place
to hide her naked flesh.
She glanced back, but not long enough to focus. Every shadow behind
her seemed alive. As her hand reached to move a branch another
slapped her bottom and she screamed in panic, certain he had reached
her. If he saw this comedy, would he have laughed?
He maintained his steady course through the wood. His eyes never
leaving the naked glowing prey. His shoes crunched steadily along
her panicked path.
She tripped. The curve of her ample breast visible as she turned
to regain her balance. She took off at an angle from her previous
direction, which only served to decrease her lead.
She came to a thorny patch and changed direction again. She searched
the thick forest for an opening, an expanse of light that might
be an escape. She burst into a clearing, a small spot where only
tall grass grew. What she thought would be her salvation had entrapped
her. As she paused to search the newly visible sky for a clue,
his hand firmly gripped her shoulder.
"You chose the spot, now I must choose the tool" he said sternly.
He pushed her exhausted body down firmly upon the ground. Her
scratched breasts and legs stinging as the dewy grass became her
bed. He straddled her body facing toward her bottom, and pulled
from his coat a sharp knife. Quickly he set to work stripping
the bark from a birch branch. The slivers of bark falling in giant
curls onto her upper thighs.
When he was satisfied with his work he swished the debarked branch
through the air. He stood and walked around to stand near her
head. He gathered up her hair into a thick handle to lift her
head and looked into her eyes.
"Will you be a good girl and get into position or shall I tie
you to a tree?"
As she felt his hand release her hair a feeling engulfed her,
a less then human feeling, a more than human feeling. She wanted
so much to please him, to experience his approval, to be a good
girl.
She answered with her lips; she gently kissed his shoe.
He watched his darling, beautiful pet struggle to her hands and
knees. She arched her back downward and jutted her bottom up for
him. Her face lifted toward the sky. Her lips parted.
He circled her, his shoes flattening a circle around the spot
she had chosen. He looked at what was his and raised his arm.
She felt the first stripe on her flesh and groaned. Her eyes focused
on some far away nothing. Her body danced seductively to the pain.
Her voice moaned in a slow animal language as her sexual soul
spoke to him.
Fifteen red stripes appeared on her upturned white flesh. Her
bottom moved enticingly, her secrets exposed to his eyes. He circled
now. The switch danced across her skin, explored between her legs,
teased her inner thighs. The object of pain became the object
of pleasure. It traced a path along her sides, flicking her nipples,
gently caressing her lips. He gazed into her face and smiled.
"Follow me, pet" he said, as he tossed the switch down on the
grass.
He turned and entered the wood. She followed, safe, protected,
her bare feet in his footprints.
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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