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But the sound of his voice brought me around and I looked up. “Hi there.”
    “You were quite the hit.”
    “Was I?”
    “It was exactly as it should be. That light under a bushel comment was perfect for you.”
    “I’ve been hearing that for years,” I sighed wearily.
    “Well then, let’s change the conversation,” he said, as he sat down beside me. “How’s your ass?”
“My ass is just fine?” I said, smirking.
    “Tell me more.”
    I turned to him. “Why do I think you already know the answer and are just doing this to hassle me?”
    He smiled, that good old jocular grin. “I like having a woman beholden to me. Under my thumb. At my beck and call. But if after tonight, you tell me you hate it, we’ll stop.”
    “No, no!” I think I jumped in too readily. “No, we can’t stop.”
    I suspect he knew I’d say that too.
    “Glad to hear that. Now tell me more about your ass.”
    I could feel the heat rising on my cheek as I thought of the wicked things going on in the regions down below.
    “Well, if you want to know the truth, I’m so over the edge about everything right now… my mind, my body. But I’m so tired…”
    “Hum, I think it’s time to get a few things handled,” Garrison interrupted just when I was getting to the part about how horny I really was.
    “Like what?” I asked.
    He reached behind me and tugged on the bow. Pulling it loose, the front of my dress fell into my lap.
    “Get up… into the woods with you!”
    Oh, my! And he was dead serious too!
    A minute earlier, I might have thought I’d never make it into the woods, let alone go through with whatever Garrison had planned. But that had been before he sat down next to me, before he laid his hand on my thigh, and I felt his breath on my neck and his body alive and pulsing, just inches from my own.
    Suddenly, as if something other than my sane mind was in charge of me, I jumped up, shed the dress and completely naked, skipped quickly across the grass and into the trees. Garrison followed. The game was a little like hide and seek, as I hid behind bushes and trees and peeked out at my stalker.
    I finally let him catch me and he pushed me against a large oak tree. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and pressed his other hand to my crotch. The kisses came on me hard and fast. His tongue probed deep. I opened my mouth to allow him in and felt the sensation of lust through every nerve. I wriggled my ass against the rough tree bark. A bit of the discomfort from the caning returned, but I liked the way that felt.
    Garrison’s fingers probed my vaginal opening, teasingly at first, then a little more forcefully.
    This was what I’d been waiting for…
    I parted my thighs; everything in me throbbed now. I wanted my hands all over the man but that was not the game we played. He had my cunt dripping, my ass wriggling nastily, my mouth furiously kissing his mouth. With one hand he unzipped his pants, and my heart started to beat a little faster. He unsheathed his cock, although I didn’t dare look down at it. It was enough to feel the thick, urgent organ pulsing against my thigh, moving on my pubic mound then pushing its way between my legs.
    Garrison’s hand guided its path to the door of my vagina, where, for a moment, it teased at the perimeter of the wet opening. I could smell the pungent scent of pheromones kicking in. I tasted his essence with my mouth. Then suddenly, as he lunged forward into me, I felt my entire body open wide to his.
    The lovely pain rifled through me, stopping, for a while, the crescendoing arousal. He was so tight against the walls of my channel that he could barely move inside me. Every thrust seemed dry and painful.
    “Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “Relax, love.” My body slightly eased as I listened to the tender message.
    He began to move faster, deliberately thrusting with some force. I screamed a little at the start, but found the pain not at all unpleasant. It was something I could