Run

After dinner last night Master and I took a quick run to the grocery store. The quick run took a little longer than intended because I remembered that I needed hair supplies. Anyone who has ever been in the hair aisle with a woman in the grocery store knows that this is not a short process, although I tried to make it quick. Master decided that he didn’t enjoy having to walk all the way across the store and wait for me, so he counted my steps.  He told me I would get two swats for every step. The tally? 340.

I half way thought he was kidding, but apparently not because when we got back to the car I was ordered to drive to a dark spot. I chose the park near our house because after dark you can’t see much (the parking lot is not lighted).  I was immediately ordered into the back of the car and he took me over his knee. He was relatively nice about it, but I was also relatively sore from the events of last weekend.  He told me he was being kind by reducing it to 300.  Can’t argue with that, but let’s just say I thought he could have been kinder…

The real surprise came after, though, when he ordered me out of the car. We walked together toward the deserted softball fields, and I started to hope that perhaps he wanted to have sex in the grass. I love being fucked outdoors, although it doesn’t happen much.  When we reached the edge of the field he put his hand on my throat and pulled me in to him.  With his mouth to my ear he told me, “No screaming, but I want you to run.”

I was wearing an ankle length skirt and slip on clog shoes. This isn’t exactly the best outfit for running through damp grass, but an order is an order. So, I hiked up my skirt and took off running. As I ran I began to get nervous because I knew what he must be intending, but I didn’t dare look back for fear it would slow me down even more.

I had just set my eyes on the far edge of the field (and relative safety of the street lamps) when he pounced. Suddenly he had hold of my hair and I was off balance.  I went down hard, and scraped my knee. I tried to fight him, but he weighs much more than I do and I was winded from running.  I felt very exposed in the open field and wondered if passers by could see if they looked.

He ripped open his jeans, and then hesitated. I tried to escape again, but was not decisive enough because he caught my leg and knocked me back over. When he fucked me it was hard, fast and painful.  I felt the buttons on his pants pressing into me, and I listened to him tell me that I wanted it and would take it. My feeble struggles weren’t enough to get him off me.

When he was finished I was very disoriented, and became aware of how sore I was. After the fact I have to admit my only real thought was, “Oh my God, that was so hot!” In case you are wondering, ankle length skirts and no panties also aren’t ideal clothing choices for riding home after being fucked in a field, though I’m not sure anything would be.  From now on I’m not taking night time rides without a good pair of running shoes.