His fingers slid downwards, caressing her thighs which she tried in vain to keep closed. He pulled her open, her short skirt sliding up readily, and slid a finger inside her - removing it glistening in the moonlight. Ready, very ready. He began to tease her, slowly, no mercy. She moaned and pressed against him. His fingers grazing her clit, then sliding through the wetness deep inside her. He could tell she’d be a passionate lover, and slid a few more fingers inside to confirm the fact. As her breathing quickened, her hips moved more urgently. Just as her hips began to buck a little toward his touch, he slowed and teased more until her breathing slowed - but just a little.

“Do you like it sweetie?” he asked.

“Yes, Yes”, she breathed into the cold.

“Want more?”

“Yes... yes” Her bottom wriggled a little more, trying to reach up to his fingers, just out of reach.

“Yes What?”

“Mmm, Yes Master”

“Good girl. Good little girl”

silence. plumes of breath in the cold air over the lake.

So, my good girl, what will you do for me if I give you a little more pleasure?

“Oh, uhh..,” she faltered

“What will you do?” He was getting angry.

“I can. I can lick you?”

MMMmmm. Yes, OK. He grabbed her hair and pulled him down on him, her mouth like hot caramel - melting around him. Her tongue hot against his balls, her lips tight around the tip. She took him deep inside her mouth, and he forgot where he was for a few minutes.

Just before he came, he pulled her off him and sat her again in front of him. A little steam rose from her open thighs, and he commenced again teasing. This time it was only a few minutes before she was panting and begging again.

“You want to come my good girl?”

“Yes, Please Master”.

“Um, I don’t think so. I think really that you need some punishment. In fact, I think you’ve been pretty bad. Bad indeed.”

“Oh no Sir”

“Oh yes, sweetheart. I know you were fantasizing about me the other day. And I know you allowed yourself pleasure while at it. Is it true?

“Yes sir.” meekly said.

“Then you must be punished. What do you deserve little girl?”

“I don’t know, sir”

“I think you do. You DO know what bad little girls get...”

a pause. He could just hear her ragged breathing.

“If you want to come, then beg me to punish you”. His voice was close to her ear. “Beg me!”

“Please Master, I do need to be punished. I deserve it.”

“Say it again”

“Master, I’ve been very bad, please punish me”.

He let his fingers take her again right to the edge, her ass slipping about on the sheepskin - but then stopped again at the last moment.

He touched away the tears on her cheeks, then pulled her up and bent her hard over the edge of the rock. Just at the right level. She could feel the roughness of his jeans spreading her wide, rough against the soft skin of her inner thighs. His boots pushing her feet wider and wider. His hand held her hair, and pressed her down keeping her still - although he could still her whimpering. Slipping a condom on, he pressed himself quickly inside her dripping pussy. Damn, she was wet. He gave it to her hard, fast and she met him equally - moaning into the rock.

Again, just before he came, he pulled out, shining with wetness. He leaned down, close to her.

“Tell me you want it in your ass”

“oh, NO. Sir, No, I can’t”

“Tell me!”, His hands twisted in her hair, and her bottom was pressing against his cock, urgently?

“TELL ME!”, his hand underneath her pinching and scraping her nipple against the icy rock.

“Yes, yes, Master. Please, punish me. I deserve it”. She was crying.

“Yes, you do.”

He grabbed some lube from his pocket [conveniently he thought], and slid a finger inside her ass - even as she wiggled and tried to squirm away. When she loosened a little, he grabbed her hair again and pressed his cock just against her opening -

“Are you ready for your punishment little girl?”

“No, No, please Master”

“Are you ready?”

“No, No. I can’t. Please!” Breathless.

“Beg me!”

Her voice cracked a little. “Please Master, punish me. I deserve it.”