Forest spank

This was already our second date. The first spank didn't go according to plan. The problem was that what was supposed to be a sexless first spank, quickly became an intense kissing and sucking session, yes, we had an incredible sex chemistry at first sight. So this was our second attempt for a real dom/sub session.

To make things 'easier' he set up a rule beforehand: no talking. Or better said, I couldn't say a word, he could of course, otherwise how would he order me around? I simply had to obey in silence. Any non-authorized word from me would be severely punished. If I really, really, needed to speak I should put myself on my knees with my hands on the back of my head and wait for permission to speak. 

I was also supposed to bring some running clothes with me, as we would go for a run as well, but he wanted to select my clothes, so I should bring a wide selection. He picked me up at the train station in silence, he was also saying nothing for a few, never ending, minutes. He was wearing such short shorts that I even thought he was wearing just boxers, his muscular and hairy legs were in full display and I was already getting horny. 

After a while he finally said something, "you're the one that has to remain silent, I can say whatever I want, I'm going to have so much fun today, take your jacket and put it in your backpack". This was a cool April morning, but I did as told without hesitation, jacket off, into the bag where I had my running clothes and now I was just in a t-shirt and jeans. "Now shoes and socks off and inside the bag", this was unexpected, but I did as told, when I had some trouble to fit the shoes inside the bag he said "if they don't fit throw them out", I was starting to get worried, so I forced them to fit inside the bag. Being barefoot, despite inside the car, made me feel incredibly vulnerable now. What had I agreed into? I was truly and fully at his disposal.  

And then he turns to a side industrial street by the busy road we were at. He parked behind a truck, the busy road right on our back and he lowered his shorts revealing his hard cock. "I guess I don't need to explain you what to do" was his only comment. I was really focused on keeping up with the rules - no talking, immediate obedience - so I took a split second to look around and see if no one could see us, and make my mouth dive into his cock. Immediately he grabbed by hair and forced me deeper, really face fucking me in the car with a busy road close by. "Don't worry, they can't see what you're doing * laughter*". But I guess despite his confident tone he didn't want to push luck too hard and the face-fucking didn't last long, it was mostly a sign to show he was in charge and I was expected to obey even in public. 

We continued the trip and he parked in front of his garage. I left the car barefooted and followed him to the house. Once the door was closed he grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss, his tongue immediately invading all corners of my mouth, "ah I can't resist you, ok, and now clothes off, quick". I was still by the entrance and was already getting nude, and yes, after the kiss my cock was rock hard. Bring your running clothes so I can chose the ones you'll wear, we're going for a run in the forest.

So there was I, fully naked waving a hard-on ("hands on your back", he said) standing in full display for him, while he was sitting in the sofa and going through my backpack. I had brought a pair of lose shorts, a pair of lycra shorts, a t-shirt, a sleeveless shirt and the thin nylon briefs I always wear to run. After making me try most of the options and turn for him to see his decision was announced, sleeveless shirt and lycra shorts, no underwear. Ouch, lycra made it impossible to hide my hard-on and without underwear it would bounce up and down obscenely, I needed to focus to lose it. We went back to the car, the forest was a few kms away, and he was not making easy my mission of losing my boner by keeping his hand on my thigh the entire ride, laughing and joking about it while I was still forbidden to say a word.

We got to the forest and luckily there wasn't much people in sight, so we started to run with my dick only half-mast. Once we reached an inner corner of the forest, away from main paths, we stopped. It wasn't clear to me if he would do anything to me or not there, in our conversation previous to this encounter we just realized we both liked to run and decided we should run together next time we'd meet. But considering the events till that moment I was not so surprised when I heard the order to put my hands above my head and against a tree. Soon the first slaps hit my butt over the lycra layer. He was doing it right there, in the forest, where at any moment anyone might appear, I was getting anxious, but then, the slaps always tend to be reassuring somehow. 

Soon he lowered my shorts and took a few pictures before coming back for some more slaps. I was feeling incredibly exposed and fragile, my butt increasingly red, but I did not dare to challenge him. It was a relief when he ordered to restart running though (I think he noticed someone close by). The run didn't last long and soon enough he found another corner of the forest with a laying log where I was told to bend over, with one leg on each side of the log. He sat on the log and pulled my shorts down again, laughing at my ridiculous position and taking new pictures with his phone. Soon a new round of slaps hit my butt, harder this time. He kept laughing and saying outloud he could do anything to me. He then told me to go on my knees on the floor and forced his dick in my mouth again, pushing the back of my head, this only lasted some seconds, again the point was to show who was in charge, who owned me. My butt was still exposed and I was still on my knees when he ordered me to bend my torso and use my hands to spread my ass cheeks, he wanted to take more humilliating photos. 

He then took my shirt off and pulled my shorts further down, bellow my knees, I was feeling totally naked in that still cool morning and thinking again if this had been a good idea.. but my dick was hard, has he noticed, laugh about it and grabbed it while saying, "you're enjoying this too much", giving me further slaps on my butt.

 Finally he told me to get up and get dressed again, our run retsarted and now my fully hard dick was boucing obscenly inside my lycra shorts. The friction caused by the run was keeping my erection alive and we were running back to the car park, where we would for sure pass by more people. I tried to run as quick as possible and pass as far as possible from the few people around, I was still fully hard when I finally sat inside. He was laughing as hard as my cock was. "You really enjoyed that, I think those girls noticed your boner, they're laughing ahaha, you can now speak boy".

And then I realized that all this time I haven't said a single word. And now my mouth seemed stuck, I couldn't think of anything to say. "Lost your toungue boy? Then drop your shorts bellow your knees", I could speak but he was still in charge. Only after he started the car and on our way back to his house I managed to mutter a few words...  but I was more worried with other drivers seeing my boner in full display, while he kept laughing and giving slaps on my sore bum whenever the driving permitted.