The sun is a warm embrace, a gentle pressure enfolding her from behind. The bark is cool, its hard uneven surface driven deep into her naked skin by the ropes that bind her to the tree. The contrast leaves a thin sheen of sweat that barely has time to glisten before the gentle breeze wicks it away. There is no wiggle room, no slack. Muscles tense in trembling anticipation only heightened by the soft swish of the the grass under my feet. A noise nearly lost beneath the cacophony of bird song and the distant murmur of what might be conversation.
The crack catches her by surprise, more so then the sudden pain. She bites down on the cloth that muffles her gasp. She can taste herself on the panties as the next blow lands. I snap my belt back and forth. Moving swiftly and even down her ass, leaving behind a lattice work. The sun's kiss and rush of blood make her skin burn, the skin tingling in anticipation.
She beings to whimper. Her sex and nipples rub against the tree as she recoils from each hit. Tiny movements that shoot great jolts of pleasure into an mind hazy with joy. She tries to scream, suddenly aware of my belt around her neck. My heat replace the sun. I slam into her already quivering tunnel, driving her up the tree. My hip grinds into hers, reinforcing my marks. Adding new ones as I bite down on her shoulder. Our noises are muffled, quieted, but no less urgent. Frenzy growing. The end racing up. The forest's peace shattered in one explosive moment.