It worked. She was distinctly less bored. Diving away from him, she made for the shelter of the trees, which were only standing because his plan to clear a space in which to start a tedious garden was yet to eventuate. Clambering up into their leafy heights, she smirked down at her bulkier partner.
He returned her look, unimpressed, sunlight falling on the tanned, scarred lines of his face to handsome effect. “You know I can climb too, right?”
“I've never seen any sign of that.”
She regretted her words almost immediately as William grasped one of the lower branches and hauled himself up into the tree with nearly the same nimbleness she had displayed.
“Ever been spanked in a tree before?”
“No,” she squeaked.
“Well, it's about to happen.” He ascended the branches smoothly, catching her by the lower leg. She tried to shake him off, but as usual he was stronger. He drew her back down to the lower branches and compelled her to lie across one lengthways so the thickness of the wood supported her upper body whilst her legs splayed around the branch, leaving her bottom completely vulnerable to the fast, hard slapping of his hand.
“Still bored?” He asked the question as his hand came sweeping down, catching just under the rise of her cheek.
“Not as bored,” she said cheekily, earning herself another hard swat to the other cheek. Most of her attention was on keeping a grip of the branch, which meant that she couldn't squirm or dance or avoid the slaps. They rained down with impunity, her bottom growing redder than the berries on the nearby bushes.
“Oh, not as bored?” He slapped her bottom again, then yanked her pants down. It was a difficult feat to achieve in that arboreal space, but he managed to bare her bottom, and her pussy, and the tight little hole between her cheeks besides. It was there she felt his fingers tickling her anal bud.
“No!” She giggled and squirmed as he once again started spanking her bottom with swats that made the whole tree shake.
“You are so naughty,” he chided, swatting her over and over until her bottom was so hot they could have used it as a campfire. “No matter how much I spank you, you still come back just as mouthy as ever. Why is that, you think?”
“I think it's because I like it,” Sarah said gleefully. She was enjoying herself much more being spanked than she had being grumpy. A sore bottom was worth a better mood.
“Oh, you like it?” William chuckled. “Never really picked up on the diplomatic lie, did you?”
“No, and now I never will, now we're both wild.”
“Wild, huh?” He swatted her bottom once last time. “Get your red little butt back down on the ground before I show you wild.”
Sarah obeyed reluctantly. The fun, it seemed, was over, although watching William clamber out of the tree did provide no small amount of amusement as she pulled up her leggings. He caught her grin and shook his head, rubbing his palms together. “Something amusing you, brat?”
“You,” she said honestly, putting herself right back in trouble.
“Good,” he said. “Go be amused whilst you finish your weaving or I'll fill that bottom of yours.”
“With supplies?” She was being arch and silly, but she couldn't help it. She was excited and a little spanking wasn't going to settle her down. She needed more. What she hadn't bargained on was William producing a slim plastic plug from his pocket.
“Where did you get that?” She covered her bottom and backed away.
“I always carried with me,” he said. “Just in case my pet needed a tune up whilst we were out.”
“Okay,” she said, sitting down. “I'll weave.”
“You'll weave with a full bottom,” he said, sitting down on a log. “Come here, brat.”
Sarah really wished there was some alternative to obeying his orders, but there wasn't. Her feet carried her into his range, and then he grabbed her, pulled her over his thighs, hauled down her leggings once more and spread her cheeks with his powerful hands.
“You're lucky I also bought lubrication,” he said, dripping a few dots of the oily substance right onto her poor, exposed bottom hole.
Sarah whimpered as he pressed the plug in slowly, seating it neatly in her backside. Once filled, there was no point in acting up. He had proved his dominance once more. And, it seemed, he intended on spanking her again to prove his point.
With her bottom full and her cheeks absorbing the hard swats of a man who did not approve of slacking or devious misbehavior, Sarah contemplated the ground in between plaintive wails. Spankings hurt more out of trees than in them, and spankings on already spanked bottoms hurt more than spankings on fresh bottoms, and spankings on already spanked, well plugged bottoms, they were about the worst.