The Shack in the Forest
You wake, it is dark.
No it’s a blind fold, as you try to remove it you realise your wrists are secured in handcuffs.
“No you don’t Missy” a gruff voice bellows.
“So you are awake now”
“What are you doing to me” you reply
“You are trespassing on my land, you broke into my shack and drank my liquour”
“ There was a thunder storm I needed somewhere to shelter”
“Not in my shack you don’t”
He grabs you arms and pulls you up from the arm chair
“Stop”
“Too late” he growls.
He drags you across the shack.
His skin is like cheese grates on you bare arms.
“Where’s my boots”
“You don’t need those”
“...And my jacket”
“It’s hung up, drying”
You struggle as you bare feet are dragged across the rough floor.
You are flung against what feels like a chest, he pulls your arms you are bent over the chest you are resting on what feels like a sack of corn feed.
He stretches your arms and secures the handcuffs on a hook.
He then grabs a foot, and proceeds to undo you shorts and pulls then down your leg and as you kick he slaps your butt, you yelp, and your shorts are thrown across the shack. Your panties follow, they are almost ripped off you and he puts your feet on stirrups and secures straps around you ankles, you feels the buckles being pulled tight, the loose ends threaded into belt hops.
You feel the draft from the open shack door across your exposed butt.
“Stop” you yell as you hear the unmistakable sound of a trouser buckle being released.
The belt is pulled, a heavy object is dropped on the chest next to you, it’s a hand gun.
The rest of the belt is yanked from his trousers. You hear him fold it and stretch the loop so it CRACKS.
You are only too aware of what is about to happen, you have been there many times before but never like this.
“I’m sorry, I’ll replace the lock and the liquour” you plead
“Too late Missy” he grunts
“I’m going to teach you girls a lesson. You don’t trespass onto my land, break into my shack and drink my liquour”
“But ….N-O, I’m sorry”
His belt is drawn across your exposed rear, it is as rough as his hands”
You hear the familiar sound of a belt being raised the SWIISH as it flies through the air, and then the THAWACK and excruciating sting as it bites into your naked butt. You want to scream but manage only a yelp as that stroke took your breath away.
SWIISH----- THAWACK
“AAGH STOP that hurts” this time you do manage to scream,
He takes that as encouragement to strike harder
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“AAGH STOP”
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
You hear him grunt as he puts maximum effort into each blow
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“STOP STOP S T O P“
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“STOP, I cant take any more”
You hear him shuffle across the shack floor. Your butt is on fire. You relax, it’s going to end.
“...but no”
He has moved to the other side
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“NO NO STOP I can’t take any more”
The belt is now biting into your other ass cheek and wrapping around and striking the side of your thigh. “OOUUCH” that is blistering your leg
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
You have lost count, Your whole of your ass is on fire.
He is now panting from all the effort, you hear him wipe his brow with his sleeve. He continues his onslaught but now he changes his swing, he drags the rough belt across your butt as it lands, you feel it tears into your skin.
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“Arghhh NO NO NO STOP STOP ST…”
You choke as the next blow hits and is dragged across your butt
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
It then stops.
“Missy, let that be a lesson to you” he barks at you.
“You DO NOT tresspass on my land.
You DO NOT break into my shack.
You DO NOT drink my liquour.
Have I made my point clear?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Yes, very clear Sir, I understand”
He removes the handcuffs from the hook, releases a wrist, lifts you up and slides your T-shirt over your head, you feel his hands scrape across your breasts as he adjusts your T-shirt around you.
“Where’s my bra?” you demand
“I’m keeping that”
He re-fixes the handcuffs, frees your ankles, helps you slide into your shorts and zips them up.
“...and my panties”
“Those are mine too”
He unhooks the hand cuffs, drags you over his shoulder and takes you outside. You hear him close the door to the shack and fix a new padlock.
He drops you onto the seat of his pick up, fastens the seat belt around you and speeds of through the forest. Every bump on the forest track makes the vehicle bounce and slams you sore butt onto the hard bench seat of the pick up.
Finally the pickup comes to an abrupt stop.
The blindfold slips down your face, you cannot see his face, he is wearing a hoodie but you do notice you bra and undies in his pocket. You make a grab for them but he stops you.
“No you don’t, I am keeping those”
He reaches down, opens the glove compartment in-front of you and you see it is crammed full of girls under wear, you are not the first to have been enticed into his shack. He stuffs your bra and panties into the box and slams it shut.
He readjusts your blindfold, jumps out and pulls you out of the truck and onto the ground. He throws your rucksack, you hear it land on the grass. He pulls off the blind fold, jumps into the pickup and speeds off into the forest. The pickup is so muddy you cant even see what colour it is.
You look around, you are standing under that tree, the one where you had been tied naked and whipped a couple of weeks back. How did he know to drop you off here? Had he been watching you being punished?
You retrieve you rucksack from the undergrowth where it had rolled. You **** out your boots and jacket.
At least you know the way home from here, and your jacket will hide your lack of a bra to save you any embarrassment should you be able thumb down a lift. You hope the ride will be more comfortable on the tarmacked road and cushioned car seat than it was on the forest tracks.
That is one shack you will never visit again…. Or will you?
No it’s a blind fold, as you try to remove it you realise your wrists are secured in handcuffs.
“No you don’t Missy” a gruff voice bellows.
“So you are awake now”
“What are you doing to me” you reply
“You are trespassing on my land, you broke into my shack and drank my liquour”
“ There was a thunder storm I needed somewhere to shelter”
“Not in my shack you don’t”
He grabs you arms and pulls you up from the arm chair
“Stop”
“Too late” he growls.
He drags you across the shack.
His skin is like cheese grates on you bare arms.
“Where’s my boots”
“You don’t need those”
“...And my jacket”
“It’s hung up, drying”
You struggle as you bare feet are dragged across the rough floor.
You are flung against what feels like a chest, he pulls your arms you are bent over the chest you are resting on what feels like a sack of corn feed.
He stretches your arms and secures the handcuffs on a hook.
He then grabs a foot, and proceeds to undo you shorts and pulls then down your leg and as you kick he slaps your butt, you yelp, and your shorts are thrown across the shack. Your panties follow, they are almost ripped off you and he puts your feet on stirrups and secures straps around you ankles, you feels the buckles being pulled tight, the loose ends threaded into belt hops.
You feel the draft from the open shack door across your exposed butt.
“Stop” you yell as you hear the unmistakable sound of a trouser buckle being released.
The belt is pulled, a heavy object is dropped on the chest next to you, it’s a hand gun.
The rest of the belt is yanked from his trousers. You hear him fold it and stretch the loop so it CRACKS.
You are only too aware of what is about to happen, you have been there many times before but never like this.
“I’m sorry, I’ll replace the lock and the liquour” you plead
“Too late Missy” he grunts
“I’m going to teach you girls a lesson. You don’t trespass onto my land, break into my shack and drink my liquour”
“But ….N-O, I’m sorry”
His belt is drawn across your exposed rear, it is as rough as his hands”
You hear the familiar sound of a belt being raised the SWIISH as it flies through the air, and then the THAWACK and excruciating sting as it bites into your naked butt. You want to scream but manage only a yelp as that stroke took your breath away.
SWIISH----- THAWACK
“AAGH STOP that hurts” this time you do manage to scream,
He takes that as encouragement to strike harder
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“AAGH STOP”
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
You hear him grunt as he puts maximum effort into each blow
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“STOP STOP S T O P“
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“STOP, I cant take any more”
You hear him shuffle across the shack floor. Your butt is on fire. You relax, it’s going to end.
“...but no”
He has moved to the other side
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“NO NO STOP I can’t take any more”
The belt is now biting into your other ass cheek and wrapping around and striking the side of your thigh. “OOUUCH” that is blistering your leg
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
You have lost count, Your whole of your ass is on fire.
He is now panting from all the effort, you hear him wipe his brow with his sleeve. He continues his onslaught but now he changes his swing, he drags the rough belt across your butt as it lands, you feel it tears into your skin.
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
“Arghhh NO NO NO STOP STOP ST…”
You choke as the next blow hits and is dragged across your butt
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
SWIISSHH----- THAAAWACK
It then stops.
“Missy, let that be a lesson to you” he barks at you.
“You DO NOT tresspass on my land.
You DO NOT break into my shack.
You DO NOT drink my liquour.
Have I made my point clear?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Yes, very clear Sir, I understand”
He removes the handcuffs from the hook, releases a wrist, lifts you up and slides your T-shirt over your head, you feel his hands scrape across your breasts as he adjusts your T-shirt around you.
“Where’s my bra?” you demand
“I’m keeping that”
He re-fixes the handcuffs, frees your ankles, helps you slide into your shorts and zips them up.
“...and my panties”
“Those are mine too”
He unhooks the hand cuffs, drags you over his shoulder and takes you outside. You hear him close the door to the shack and fix a new padlock.
He drops you onto the seat of his pick up, fastens the seat belt around you and speeds of through the forest. Every bump on the forest track makes the vehicle bounce and slams you sore butt onto the hard bench seat of the pick up.
Finally the pickup comes to an abrupt stop.
The blindfold slips down your face, you cannot see his face, he is wearing a hoodie but you do notice you bra and undies in his pocket. You make a grab for them but he stops you.
“No you don’t, I am keeping those”
He reaches down, opens the glove compartment in-front of you and you see it is crammed full of girls under wear, you are not the first to have been enticed into his shack. He stuffs your bra and panties into the box and slams it shut.
He readjusts your blindfold, jumps out and pulls you out of the truck and onto the ground. He throws your rucksack, you hear it land on the grass. He pulls off the blind fold, jumps into the pickup and speeds off into the forest. The pickup is so muddy you cant even see what colour it is.
You look around, you are standing under that tree, the one where you had been tied naked and whipped a couple of weeks back. How did he know to drop you off here? Had he been watching you being punished?
You retrieve you rucksack from the undergrowth where it had rolled. You **** out your boots and jacket.
At least you know the way home from here, and your jacket will hide your lack of a bra to save you any embarrassment should you be able thumb down a lift. You hope the ride will be more comfortable on the tarmacked road and cushioned car seat than it was on the forest tracks.
That is one shack you will never visit again…. Or will you?
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