I saw them coming long before they reached me. The zigzagged between the debris that had been left behind when my fallen mates were taken away. The footpath was not clear anymore, scattered with tiny branches and leaves. Dead branches and leaves. Why, oh why did those loggers leave me standing here? Why did they not take me down like all the other trees in this forest.
A soft breeze rustled through my leaves and brought my attention back to the movement in front of me. My attention did not stray from the couple again. He was walking behind her, holding on to the leash that was clipped onto the collar around her neck. He was dressed in black leather pants, black boots and a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. A smile decorated his face, while she look worried. The woman was naked except for some hiking boots and socks. She glanced back at the man and only when he lashed out at her, I saw that he held a whip in his other hand.
“Haven’t I told you…” he asked and the tip of the whip touched her bottom and made her cry out, “… that you are not allowed to look at me? Now walk!”
She walked on in silence and stopped when she reached me.
“Good girl,” he said as he stopped behind her. It was obvious that she had orders to walk to me and then stop. He stood closely behind her, his body pressed to hers, his arm wrapped around her and pushing her breasts up. She leaned into him. He pressed her forward until I felt her warmth against my rough bark. He walked around to the other side and took a rolled up length of rope from the back pocket of his trousers. She hugged me, but her hands did not touch on the other side. Still, he tied the rope around her wrists and secured her tightly against me.
He stood behind her again and spread her legs with his foot. His hand slipped between her legs from the back. She moaned and it sounded like she was enjoying it. When he spoke, he confirmed it.
“You’re wet, little slut,” he said and push his finger into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on it and moaned some more.
“Let’s see how wet you are after this,” he said as he took a couple of steps away from her. The whip whistled through the air and touched her bottom. She gasped. Another lash. Another gasp. Lash. Gasp. Lash. Scream. Lash. Another scream. Lash. Moaning. Lash. Silence. Lash. A soft moan. Lash. Silence. Lash. Lash. Lash.
I felt wetness running down my bark from where her face was pressed against it. Was she crying? Like my mates cried when they were cut down? The man stopped the whipping and walked to the woman. He ran his hand softly over her buttocks as he stand next to her so he could see her face. She moaned. He kissed her and walked around the tree to untie her.
“On your knees,” he said. She turned around, facing away from me and dropped to her knees. Red welts covered her bottom, some burgundy red, others a lighter color of red, almost pink.
I watched as he pushed her shoulders to the ground and spread her legs. I had a perfect view on both her holes and saw how he slipped two fingers into her. When he pulled out again, wetness glistened on his fingers.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked. She kept quiet.
Smack! Scream! A red hand print joined the red lines on her bottom.
“Yes Sir,” she hastened to say, “yes, I liked it. Thank you, Sir!”
Two fingers slipped back inside her, moving in and out. A constant stream of sound came from her mouth, building up to a crescendo and dying down when her body convulsed in orgasm and he pulled his fingers out.
He lay down next to her and pulled her closer. They kissed. Tender kisses. Passionate kisses. He unzipped his pants, pushed them down to his ankles and pulled her on top of him. I had a perfect view on his erect member slipping into the same hole that his fingers had filled only moments ago.
© Rebel’s Notes