Lera has been on edge since this morning. She snorted and snapped at me for no reason. The reason was just a crazy week at work, and yesterday, at the very end of Friday, the boss threw up a surprise that would make anyone lose their temper. That’s why I tried to be nicer to her now, not reacting to her aggression once again.
It doesn’t happen to her very often, but lately it’s been happening quite regularly. Yes, life in a big city does not spare the nervous system! To give her a proper break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, back in the middle of the week I booked a house at the campsite for the weekend. We had already vacationed there more than once, and I decided that after such a frantic race and sleepless nights it would be a good release for both of us.
Early Saturday morning, we threw the most necessary things into our backpacks, got on our bicycles and went to the ferry, since the campsite is not located on the opposite bank of the Volga. While we were packing, I had to maneuver masterfully, evading her endless attacks, showing literally miracles of diplomacy.
We drove to the pier in silence, but there she managed to be rude to the woman who sold the tickets, because she demanded to pay for the transportation of our bicycles separately. Then, on board a river tram, she cursed at a sailor who was giving away the mooring lines and almost knocked over our vehicles leaning against the railing. And when they were buying tomatoes and apricots from a local grandmother at the pier on the other shore, for some reason she was rude to her.
I could only smile stupidly and apologize for her behavior in front of everyone. I’ve been living with Lera for years, I love her very much, and I know that she doesn’t mean it out of spite, and then she’ll regret what she said and did at such moments, and maybe even burst into tears. However, she was acting particularly cocky today, and my patience was, frankly, almost overflowing.
We drove several kilometers of country road from the pier to the recreation center again in tense silence. And when we arrived, we had to wait a few minutes at the reception until they brought us the key to the cabin. And there, Lera was ready to grab the curls of a not-too-efficient employee, who was chatting all the time on the phone in parallel with her work.
After entering our temporary shelter and closing the door, I finally exhaled. He helped his wife take off her backpack and put it on the floor next to his own. There was nowhere to rush and strive for now โ we had almost two full days ahead of us to be alone, relax and take a break from the hustle and bustle of the world.
However, my favorite black-haired fury, apparently by inertia, got rid of the burden on her back and immediately rushed headlong into the living room on the ground floor. She made a circle, went to the stairs and for some reason wanted to run up the stairs to the upstairs, where there was only a bedroom.
I got in her way, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hugged her and hugged her tightly. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and inhaled deeply the scent of her hair. She tried to pull away from my tight embrace twice, but then she resigned herself and went a little limp. We stood in silence for a minute. I held the back of her head with one hand, kissing her forehead at the very edge of her hair, and slowly stroked her back with the other.
“What’s the matter with you today, my girl?” I asked in a whisper, not stopping kissing her.
โ I don’t know… โ she breathed out, burying her nose in my chest. โ I’m sick of everything!..
“But at least you won’t bite me?”
โ I don’t know… โ She repeated, and then added with a grin: โ And you put a muzzle on me!
โ Wow!… It’s certainly an interesting thought…
“Or chain him up.”.. She raised her head and, raising her eyebrows, looked at me with an already kindled and slightly sly look.
“So you want to be my dog today?”
Our foreheads touched, and we rubbed the tips of our noses, subconsciously imitating how some animals greet each other.
โWell, no, chaining you up is too much,” I summarized, “but I should probably spank you properly for throwing yourself at people.”..
โ Oh! That’s right! You whip me!
โ Hmm… Should I just flog him?
โ Yeah! Like a bitch! Maybe I’ll be kinder…
I still didn’t understand if she was joking, being serious, or rudely provoking me into another scandal. Just in case, I kept a stony expression on my face and continued to develop the idea.
“You know, it might help.” They say that in the old days they did this to overly aggressive females.
โ And what was done with them?… โ Lera lowered her gaze, closed her eyes and slowly began to rub her nose against my adam’s apple.
โ It’s very simple: They put her on all fours or put her face down on the couch, then pulled up her skirt and whipped her beautiful little ass until she blushed crimson… I stopped, waiting for her reaction.
โ And what were they whipped with? After a short pause, she asked.
โ Ooo… There are many options! Sometimes with a leather strap, a whip or a whip, sometimes with a broom or a rope… And sometimes even with rods!
I stopped again and listened to Lera’s rapid breathing for a couple of seconds. She hid, burying her face in my chest and waited for me to continue.
โ However, if it came to rods, servants were needed here.
“And why…?โ came a soft, strangled whisper from under my chin.
“What about it?” Someone had to hold the naughty girl’s arms and legs while they were flogging her ass. She was kicking!
“Did they take off her panties?”
“What kind of panties?” What are you talking about?! They didn’t wear any panties at all back then!
“So she was lying with her ass bare, and everyone was watching her.”.. Flogging?! She paused before the last word and nervously swallowed her saliva.
โ Well, yes… How could it be otherwise? What can you not do for educational purposes! Everyone watched as bright pink stripes appeared on her white buns. Each blow burned her delicate ass painfully, and the victim screamed and cried. But they wouldn’t let her go. But then she became affectionate and very obedient. For a while, until the next spanking…
Listening to my monologue, Lera sniffed loudly and even started biting her nails in excitement, but she didn’t say another word.
โ Why are you quiet? You want that too, right? I asked her very softly and softly in her ear.
In response, she jerkily nodded her head several times in a row. She had never asked me to do such a thing, and I was, frankly, unprepared for this turn of the plot.
A few seconds after that, Lera started up, freed herself from my embrace and, looking at me with a kind of mixed, haughtily submissive look, said:
โ Okay, I’m going to take a shower now, but you get ready for now. I really think I should be whipped today!
โ But with what?… โ I already choked. “There’s nothing suitable here!” If I’d known, I’d have brought some kind of strap from home, or at least that long wooden ruler of ours…
“That’s not my concern. You’re a man here, so figure out how to tame the ardor of your overzealous wife!… As you say, she’s already started throwing herself at people…
With these words, Lera took out her makeup bag and some kind of large, rustling package that took up half a backpack. Then she disappeared into the bathroom and latched herself in.
I had to frantically figure out what could be used as props for a small execution. The elastic waistband that held my shorts looked more like an elastic band from my underpants and was clearly not suitable for this. Then I went through all the cupboards and bedside tables here. I even looked into the drawer with kitchen utensils. All I managed to find was a long plastic shoe spoon and a fly swatter with a flexible rubber flip-flop and a plastic handle.
I sanitized this makeshift inventory, plopped down on the couch and picked up the TV remote. Clicking through the channels, I continued to use my brain desperately, trying to come up with more interesting options. Suddenly, my gaze went out the window. There were tall thickets of reeds.
Turning off the zombie box, I stormed out of the cabin and headed for a nearby pond. My intellectual torments were rewarded: a little downstream, near the water, there was a spreading weeping willow. A couple of minutes later, I was already walking back to our apartment, tearing leaves from three juicy and very flexible twigs of one and a half meters.
Right on the move, I turned the thin branches of this graceful tree into a tool for educating naughty girls. I got so carried away that my dick even swelled up in my shorts and began to ask to come out when I imagined how I would strip the naked ass of my beloved rebel with them.
Suddenly, one of the twigs fell out of my hands and hung on the tall grass that grew along the path. I reached out to pick it up, but immediately pulled my hand back: it was a nettle! “And how did I not think of this before?!” flashed through my mind. Pulling off my T-shirt, I wrapped it around my right hand and immediately picked a lush bouquet from this burning plant.
When I returned, Lera was still rinsing in the shower. It didn’t take me long to go up to the second floor and carefully spread out on the edge of the wide double bed everything that I managed to prepare for her ass.
There were three elastic willow twigs โ not rods, of course, but they burn normally, I tried it on myself! A burning broom of fresh nettles ran over my leg, and the place is still burning. As well as a pair of ritual flipโflops: a rubber fly swatter and a shoe spoon – they look threatening, but they are only suitable for warming up girlish buns and creating an appropriate emotional environment before spanking.
Plus, I took out a pack of condoms and a small tube of silicone lubricant from a secret pocket of my backpack. I specially bought it before the trip, because I know how much she loves it when I caress her clitoris with my fingers before sex with this lubricant, the smell of which just drives her crazy.
As soon as I finished my preparations, I heard the sound of a latch opening downstairs. I waited a few moments and headed downstairs, deliberately stomping loudly on the stairs. My beloved fury was standing in front of a large mirror and pretended to be very busy looking at her reflection, as if she was looking for a new wrinkle or a non-existent mole on her face.