#137) Spring Picnic – mild sexual content

#137) Spring Picnic – mild sexual content

She had it all planned out. That became a part of the problem.
When Julie first laid eyes on the field of wild flowers, she envisioned a perfect picnic transpiring there. And now she’d met Joe, who she felt was her perfect suitor, perhaps the perfect life-mate. In the few dates they’d shared, Julie discovered that Joe was well-read, intelligent, articulate, her duplicate, her soul mate. But he was also different from Julie, her polar opposite in some ways. He was masculine, quick to anger, hot tempered, and he was dominant. That last one was the key; having reconciled herself to being both a part-time feminist and a full-time submissive, Julie felt driven to find a lover who would be yin to her yang, who would direct her unerringly, guide her with a strong hand, spank her whenever necessary.
Julie packed the picnic basket in layers for the multi-course meal that she’d planned would evolve. And she would be the dessert course, when they’d kiss, where she might even let him caress her breasts, where she might even tease his erection through his pants. These thoughts made the romantic lass light-headed and wet-pussied.
Joe knew that this special picnic lunch was important to Julie, so he convinced his boss to put his breaks together with his lunch time, so had a full hour and a half off from work at noon. This was providential because it took Joe more than fifteen minutes to find the field outside of town where Julie’s directions said the picnic would be located.
She looked sexy as hell to the young man as he approached. Her broad-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses gave her a cool, ice-princess demeanor. He floral print sundress was nearly backless, showing off a glimpse of cleavage and lots of suntanned leg. She was an ice cream cone of slowly melting sherbet. Joe wanted to lick her. He sat next to her on the baby blue blanket and kissed her. She kissed him back, overjoyed to see him, to have this well-planned date get started. Joe misinterpreted her open-mouthed kiss to be an overture, his hand cupped her left breast trough the cotton dress’ fabric, found it unfettered by any bra, found its nipple erect and hardening even more and signaling that all systems were go.
His talented touch turned Julie on terribly, but this wasn’t how she’d envisioned things. She was the dessert, not an appetizer! She pushed his hand away and broke off the kiss to utter an unequivocal, “No!” She reached for the cheese and fruit plate to serve Joe, to get things back on track. The runny brie and sliced pear didn’t appeal to Joe’s taste, he riffled through the picnic basket, looking for something more substantial for his hunger.
“No!” Julie admonished again. “There is an order to this, you’re jumping ahead, that’s not how it was planned!”
“Who ever heard of rules and order at a picnic lunch?” Joe returned with an incredulous smile. He tried to grab another kiss. He was incorrigible, Julie thought, like a child! If she let him have his way, they would be fucking out here in the midday sun for their first tryst, ignoring all the food courses she’d provided. This wasn’t what she’d planned at all; she was the dessert! She wanted only to be nibbled upon, not devoured, not right away! She rolled away from Joe’s embrace, which knocked her elegant chapeau off her head. This further flustered Julie.
Joe was hungry, hungry for something nourishing to eat while he sated his longing by kissing and caressing Julie. That dress just begged to be taken off. They had little time before he’d have to start back to work, his boss had been generous, Joe couldn’t be late. All these thoughts frustrated the Dom. She’d turned away from him to rebuff his kiss. She sat on a hip, her bottom made available. The last time they’d spoken, she’d intimated that she would welcome a firm hand in their fledgling relationship, had even used that magic word, “spanking.”
He raised his hand and brought it down hard on the seat of that pretty dress. The bottom beneath the dress was substantial and made a perfect target; Joe loved how it trembled beneath his hand after the swat. He kept his hand there, feeling the warmth radiate through the thin cotton. Again Joe sensed no underclothing here; she was a provocative, playful tease.
Julie gasped audibly in response to the unexpected spank. It rocked her world, it was so stinging and barrier-bursting to her orderly construct. It was so unjustified; she’d worked hard on this special meal, and Joe didn’t seem to appreciate that at all. She should be bathed in his fawning praise, not spanked! “No!” she said yet again.
Joe didn’t hear the word for what it meant. He took it as just a hurdle that Julie was throwing into his path to see his reaction. It was her way of testing him. Would he sit like little Lord Fauntleroy for a well-manner repast, or would Julie see that a real man enjoyed a picnic his way? In an instant, his left hand pressed Julie’s lower back down, pinning her to a corner of that blue blanket, while his right hand reached into the air again. It came down hard on the center of her twin-orbed ass. It was a solid spank, but also a glancing blow that raised the sundress up several inches. After several such spanks, Julie’s bottom was bared of the dress. Her bottom was barely clothed in a thong, a strand of fabric as thick as dental floss covered her ass crack, then spread out into a triangle to contain her sex. The fabric was stained with moisture, was it sweat or arousal? Her buttocks were creamy white with tan lines framing the undercurve of each cheeks and around her trim waist. Those once-creamy cheeks were now tinged with pink. It was a beautiful sight to Joe’s Dom eyes and inflamed him to want to deepen that rosy shade, warm that cool, firm flesh. He spanked and he lectured.
“I appreciate this picnic, all the work it entailed, but there are no rules to have to play by!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It all took Julie’s breath away, left her dumbfounded. All she could do was take it, withstand the onslaught.
“You are too ready to always say ‘no’ to life, and frequent spankings are going to change that, young lady!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“When this spanking is over, you are going to unpack all the food and offer me anything I want to eat in any order. Is that clear?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir!”
“And I’m going to kiss you, your mouth, and your tits, and this gorgeous bottom, while I eat, while I feed you. Is that clear?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir,” Julie whimpered
Joe stopped spanking, kissed her, and she kissed back unreservedly. He fondled her breasts, and pulled them from her bodice, and kissed them each in turn, and Julie threw her head back and relished the attention. He gingerly kissed her red and throbbing buttocks, and Julie sighed her approval. He rolled her over, parted her thighs, planted a kiss on her fragrant and arousal-flowing pussy. It felt divine, but it was too much for the demure Julie. She seized his head, pulled him from her sex.
“Please, let’s save that for tonight, at home…” she whispered.
Joe acquiesced, rolled over next to her, ate voraciously. He looked at his watch, then looked pained.
“I know,” she said, “you have to go. I understand. We can see each other tonight?”
“I’d like that,” he smiled.
“Can I cook you dinner?” she was thinking about feeding him other delicacies, too, and blushed.
“As long as there are no rules about which fork I have to use to eat it,” he joked.
Julie returned, “How about I have lots of rules, but you ignore them, and spank me for it…?”
“It’s a date!” Joe enthused and kissed her so long.

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