Oh how quickly the tables turned. I did something pretty naughty today and got my bare bum switched for it in the great outdoors!

David and I decided to spend the weekend up north alone at my parents’ cottage. We had a great time there. Always adds some extra spice to fuck on your parents’ bed!

Sunday morning we were considering either going home for a mid-afternoon bike ride, or hanging in nearer the cottage and hiking a trail we had not done before. I did a bit of research online and thought the trail looked cool because it passed by a waterfall and the melt was really making the rivers run high.

So we decided to do that. David was doing some cottage-related chores in the morning while I was online inside. It was my responsibility to research the trail. I confess I spent more time answering blog comments and doing my kinky correspondence then doing my research, which was ‘kinda my downfall…

Anyhoo, we had lunch out and then we drove to the trail-head. It seemed pretty well-signed so we set out along it. We came to a bit of a fork in the road and I confidently went left because I could see another trail-marking sign ahead. David stopped at the fork and called out to me, “are you sure?”.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said with a bit of an exasperated tone. “There’s a sign right here.”

“Ok, if you say so,” he said.

So we go hiking along, and then there’s a pretty steep climb up through some mud, and then we’re at the top and we’re on a road, which was a bit of an uh-oh moment, because I did not recall us having to walk along any roads in the trail description. But there was a sign again, clear as day, pointing us along the road, so I confidently said “this way” and started walking along the road.

David challenged me on the sign. It said “Trans Canada Trail”, not “Wilson’s Falls Trail” that we were supposedly following.

“They just come together for a bit,” I said, sounding confident, as if I knew that. Oh how pride leadeth to the fall! I have no idea why I didn’t just admit I had no clue. I guess it was because it was my responsibility to have a clue, and I shirked my responsibility. I thought I could maybe still get away with it? I thought surely it would just be a bit on the road and then there would be another sign for the Wilson’s Falls Trail to duck back into the woods again.

After about five minutes David stopped me and said, “this does not look right…” I ‘kinda ‘sorta had to agree. “Did the trail map show any road on it?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t look at the trail map, I thought it would be pretty well signed,” I said, knowing how lame that was.

“Oh. honey!” he said. He took his phone out and looked at the maps app to see where we were and also found a trail map online (that I had never seen). “We are WAY off course,” he said. I’m not that good with maps and David had to transfer where we were from the maps app onto the trail map in his head, but he seemed pretty sure. “Must have made a wrong turn,” he said. Oopsy.

So we started walking back the way we had come, back along the road and down the muddy path. We got back to the fork where he had originally questioned me. “Well let’s look over here,” he said and walked a ways along that fork. He got up a dozen meters and said, “oh, look, here’s a trail marker.” It was for Wilson’s Falls Trail.

“Ha ha,” I said. “Well, goes to show me. Sorry about that!”

David seemed pretty nonplussed by it all. He had a smile on his face and just started leading the way along the trail, which was another steep muddy uphill hike but in a different direction than the first time.

“It’s a nice day, anyways,” I said. “A little bit of extra exercise is good. No harm done!” I added. He just smiled and nodded. He seemed not mad at me at all. It was a beautiful day to be out and about in the woods.

We walked for a bit and then came to a little section of fencing.

“This looks like a good spot,” said David, looking around. Good spot for what???

He goes looking around nearby and breaks off a switch (!) from some new growth, and starts peeling it of its twigs by hand.

He whips it forcefully through the air a few times and it makes a high pitched swishing sound, “swish, swish, swish”

“Bare your bum and bend over that top rail,” says David.

Oh no! Chickens coming home to roost! “Please honey, not here. Somebody will see!”

“Should have thought about that before setting off on a trail without a clue. Go on now.”

“Ohhhh!” I said, but I turned towards the rail and started dropping my pants.

We had scarcely seen a soul so far, it was so early in the season. David gallantly took his coat off and draped it over the fence rail so that “I would not get splinters in my pussy during my whipping.” I bent over it feeling extremely exposed. What if somebody were to see me!?! What a sight!

A naughty wife with her pants pulled down, her pussy and bum hole well-displayed no doubt, all ready for her admittedly well-deserved switchin’.

David walked up to me and swished his switch through the air a few more times then laid it across my butt. I could feel it tickling me. He lifted it up and then started bringing it down, very very fast, over and over again! All across my butt and down the backs of my legs! Whip Whip Whip Whip!

Before too long I was getting pretty frantic, writhing around over top that fence post as he marked up my bum and thighs.

That switch stung like a horde of bees! Sharp little intense flicks of pain wherever it landed. A few (mistakenly?) landed across my puffy pussy lips which was murder! Throughout, I never forgot what a spectacle we were making if anybody should happen across us!

I think David must have used up his switch because it very suddenly stopped and I could feel his hand stroking my bum, soothing me.

“Spread your legs,” he told me in a soft voice. Oh blush! But I did as I was told. There were more switches in those woods, you know!

His hand stroked my pussy and I could feel his finger penetrating me.

“No, David, please, not here!” I begged. I was blushing furiously and my heart was racing.

I could feel two of his fingers deep in me, and then he started thrusting them in and out, giving me a good hard finger fucking mixed with the occasional smack.

I did not want this, but apparently my pussy had other ideas and I thoroughly soaked his finger with my juices.

He stood me up, told me to pull up my pants and then made me kneel on the ground. He took the two fingers he was fucking me with and made me suck them. I could taste myself on them. Tart and tangy.

“Now apologize properly,” he told me.

“I’m very sorry for…”

“No. Not like that,” he said patiently, looking down at himself.

Oh.

I unzipped his fly and unfastened his pants. I pulled his hard cock out over the top of his underwear and put it into my mouth and started sucking him off. Right there in the great outdoors!

It did not take very long. He put his hands on the back of my head and thrust into me a few times. He came into my mouth. I swallowed all his ejaculate and then cleaned off his cock with my mouth before putting him away.

I stood up. He pulled me into him and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth.

I certainly felt like a very well punished woman!

Source: Strict Julie Spanks

Naughty Wife Gets an Outdoor Switching!
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