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I turn her so that she now faces the rock, telling her to thrust her ass out for me. She says, “Yes, sister, as you wish.” I look about and see a sapling maple tree. I pull a nice thin, strong branch from the tree and slap it against my hand. The result is a nice sting and a whistling, whipping sound. I walk back over to where she is spread provocatively across the rock with her ass thrust out. I take the switch and whip her ass with it, causing her to groan and cry. Her cheeks become red and welts appear where I have placed my mark.

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She thinks she is going to get a slow, gentle fuck. I have planned differently, knowing what the masters enjoy. I again go to the bag and remove a pair of padded cuffs and a length of rope. I take her smooth, manicured hands and bring them behind her, putting the cuffs about her wrists. I then take the rope and run it between the chain, pulling her arms upward behind her back. I tightly loop the rope round and round her arms, all the way to the elbows. Next, I secure the rope to a branch in the tree above the rock.

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Read the rest of Story Title in Consent Magazine Issue #21 Spring 2004