Jill is caned and pussy whipped in Death Valley

Thanksgiving break finely came. Jill and Grandad loaded up the jeep and set off. After miles of tedious pavement,
Grandad entered Death Valley National Park from the north. The Jeep was on broken pavement that soon became a dirt road. They pulled off to the side and quickly set up camp in the fading light. However, after a full day of travel, Jill was tired and cranky. When her Grandad when her told her to turn off her head lamp and go to sleep, she snapped back that she wouldn't need the light if they were somewhere with cell service. Grandad comely replied that she needed to change her tone. She knew that cell services weren’t available here before they left. Jill pouted before pulling the light off her head and throwing the book she browed from her grandad down on the tent floor. The tent was pitched on hard packed soil and the Book binding came apart on impact. Grandad told her that was both wasteful and immature. Jill replied: I'm NOT being immature !" Grandad responded by slapping her face. As she reached to comfort her cheek, he told her that she shouldn’t sass him and that she needed an attitude adjustment. He added that would happen as soon as they got the next camp set up. Grandad also told her that her behavior tomorrow would determine how many strokes of the cane she would receive. Jill stewed in silence before falling asleep.

Jill woke in a tent the next morning surrounded in cold dry air. Mindful of her grandfather's words last night, Jill moved quickly and efficiently to prepare breakfast, brake camp and get underway again. Bounding down the trail in the early morning light was an accelerating experience for both of them. Grandad chose a beautiful trail. They traveled about an hour before Grandad turned into a rock-walled canyon and made his way to a lovely area that would be their campsite for the next few days. Once the camp was set up and lunch was consumed, Grandad pulled several pieces of cut lumber from the back of the jeep. Jill started to ask - but when she saw the hasp rings, she knew this was her fate that the old man apparently planed for. The frame was quickly assembled, and Jill actually became somewhat enamored with the prospect of being restrained and punished in the open.

Grandad placed the frame on the other side of a rock outcrop and leveled it. He told his granddaughter to get the toy bag and prepare herself. Jill nodded, hopping that her cooperation would possibly lower the number welts on her bottom. She retrieved the toy bag, removed her clothing and put her restraints on. The stand allowed her to be secured spread eagle standing up in the warm afternoon sun. Her restrained nude body was a lovely sight silhouetted against the canyon walls. She was located so she could have a view down the canyon. Her grandfather started with the flogger on her ass. Starting off lightly, it almost felt like a massage. But he slowly increased the force and speed causing her skin to sting as she pulled at her restraints and tried to twist her body away from the flogger's assault. She muttered after each punishing lash. After two long sets, both her ass was covered with red streaks.

Grandad paused to place a leather bit in her mouth. He resumed punishing her with the heavy strap falling on her ass. Jill was whimpering through the bit in her mouth as tears filled her eyes blurring her vision by the conclusion of the first 16 lashes; but fortunately, her endorphins offered a little relief as he switched sides. Her ass was immediately on-fire as the punishing strap struck her sore flesh at the beginning of the second set. She continued to whimper loudly after each lash for the duration of the set. Her face contorted in pain. Her arms were already tired from pulling on the restraints in vain. When he finished, she had several purple streaks across her dark red ass.

Grandad lifted the cane out of the bag and swung hard into her tinder ass. Jill let out a yelp crying out in pain. Slowly, he continued to cane her, allowing each stroke to sink in. Each time the cane ripped into her flesh; she cried out in anguish. Tears ran down her cheeks as her face contorted in pain. He gave her a break after 8 strokes, but her endorphins had barely subsided when the cane ripped into her flesh again. Jill cried out in anguish as each additional welt was formed. After several excruciating minuets, the final stroke fell. Jill's young but shapely bottom now had 16 welts standing out from her damaged flesh. One for each of her years on this earth. She was still bound as he reached for the pussy whip.

He teased her with it before bringing the whip down on her pussy. Concentrating the whip on her clit quickly aroused Jill. He stroked her clit with the whip. Jill soon started shaking against the restraints. Grandad kept lashing her clit keeping Jill in a sustained orgasm. Her representation reflected the pleasure that was flowing over her in waves. After several minutes, he slowed the whip letting her down easily. Grandad then repeated the process stimulating her clit while Jill spammed in another long-sustained orgasm. Breathing hard, as a smile crossed her face. Again, he brought her down slowly before he pulled the cord thru her restraints and the hasps on the frame. Her grandfather propped her up as he unbound her. Once free, she turned and embraced her grandfather pressing her young body tightly against his.

He carried over to a mat laid out on a large flat rock intending to lay her down on it. She stopped sobbing but wouldn't let go of him. So, he just sat on a rock embracing her as she gathered strength and composed herself. When he finely got her on the mat, he went to get the water. She gingerly sat up to drink as he wiped her tears away. When Jill laid back down on her stomach, he placed cool skin cream on her sore bottom. Jill was exhausted and quickly drifted to sleep.

When Jill awoke, she rose, grabbed the T.P. and disappeared behind a rock. When she returned, Grandad sat down and motioned for Jill, who quickly placed herself over his lap. He moderately hand spanked her very sore bottom for a couple of minutes. Jill started kicking and squirming in response to the pain of her enliven welts. Grandad told her to finger herself as he handed her a tube of lube. Then he resumed spanking her. Jill quickly complied with her index finger on her sore clit. A few moments later, she started shaking with the spasms of a strong orgasm that she maintained for several moments. When the first orgasm faded, her fingers began again in earnest to relieve the pain he was still inflecting on her ass. The second time she came was even more forceful and her grandfather had to tighten his left hand on her back. Her breathing quickened as spasms of joy laced through her little body. Grandad stopped spanking her as she came down. Jill pulled off his lap and thanked him before bent forward and kissed him on the cheek.