The next day of Sera’s visit started out with breakfast in bed. I had slept in late but she had awoken early to fix me a delicious meal. Sera’s an excellent cook; she had made homemade pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whip cream on top. I knew this was a blatant attempt to get out of her switching. That wasn’t going to happen but that didn’t stop me from enjoying her effort.
After waking up I pulled out a trail map. Ignoring her loud sigh of disapproval I opened it up and started pointing out different trails. The one I planned to take wasn’t terribly long but there were several hills. I explained this to Sera and told her that we’d have to dress and pack accordingly.
I dressed sensibly for a hike-tshirt, shorts with pockets, good hiking boots, a hat and a packed jacket in case of rain. Sera dressed in a light pink shirt, short skirt and three inch heels. The shirt and skirt could stay but those shoes had to go.
“Did you bring any sensible shoes?” I asked.
“Sure. I brought flats,” Sera answered.
Flats? We were about to hike out into the woods and she only had flats?
Fortunately Sera and I have the same shoe size-8 1/2. When I offered her a pair of hiking boots she immediately turned her nose up at them.
“I don’t wear ugly shoes,” she snipped.
“Oh you’ll wear these shoes,” I told her. With that I grabbed Sera’s wrist and pulled me over my lap. Her short skirt was perfect for an over the knee spanking. As soon as she bent over the bottom of her very spankable ass peeked out. I slapped and slapped until her cheeks were red.
She put on the boots after that. To further drive in the lesson I made her carry the backpack that was full of picnic supplies.
“Now you’re ready to go out for a nice hike in the woods,” I told her. Sera grumbled some but minded her manners.
Her good behavior didn’t last long. It was a hot summer’s day and there were some insects about. Nothing too bad-just some little gnats.
“Ugh! These bugs are everywhere! Can we go back NOW?” Sera huffed and puffed as she swatted the air. The brat was not having a good time.
“Nope, we haven’t reached my favorite spot on the trail yet,” I replied.
She started complaining more. I could have spanked her again but I decided a little mind fucking was in order.
I pretended like I heard something. “Shh! Did you hear that?”
“Hear what? Where!?” Sera’s voice suddenly went up an octave.
“That rustling. Maybe it was an animal,” I told her, trying to sound casual. I even shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn’t concerned.
“Animals? Like a bear?”
“Possibly. Or a mountain lion. Or coyotes.”
I couldn’t hide my smirk. Sera noticed. “That’s not funny!” Just then a crow flew overhead, squawking loudly. Sera jumped at the noise.
“We can stay here and debate what animals are out here or we can go get that switch.” I was having so much fun.
“Let’s just get the switch and go back to your house,” Sera said.
“We’ll see,” I told her.
But I knew we wouldn’t turn right around. The trail we were on led to a wonderful meadow. Flowers were in bloom and the leaves were just starting to turn to their fall colors. It’s a beautiful spot.
At the meadow we unpacked. I gave Sera my knife and instructed her to cut herself a real switch.
“No twigs like yesterday,” I told her.
Unfortunately for her, Sera’s inner brat came out. If she had just cut the switch her punishment wouldn’t have been that long. But she was annoyed about my animal noise comment. Instead of cutting a switch she stuck out her tongue and said that she shouldn’t even be getting a switching.
That’s when I opened my backpack. Sera had hauled up the picnic supplies; I had brought the paddles.
I suspected she’d brat on our hike and packed accordingly. Silently I pulled out the leather paddle with holes and the leather tawse.
“I was just kidding?” Sera said hopefully.
“Oh I don’t think so. Come here.” The seriousness of my tone silenced her.
Sera got onto her hands and knees on the picnic blanket. I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties hard into the crack of her ass.
The tawse is more of a warm up toy so I used it first. She squirmed a bit and yelped. By the time I had moved onto the paddle her yelps had turned to deep moans.
Sera’s bottom turns several different shades of red when you spank her. First there’s the light pink blush that comes from just a few swaps. Then comes the deep pink when the smacks are starting to sink in. If you keep spanking the deep pink starts to turn to mauve. Right about then is when the deep moans of a spankophile come out. Sera loves to be spanked at this level. But I was teaching a lesson that day and smacked harder. Her mauve bottom turned to a brilliant red and she started squirming again. I finished up with a dozen good swats.
“Now about that switch,” I gave her a stern look.
“Yes Ma’am!” Sera jumped up immediately.
We walked over to some trees. This time Sera cut a thick switch. As she stripped it with the knife her breath quickened. It had been far too long since her last switching.
She handed it to me for inspection. It was more than adequate. I handed it back to her.
“Hold this behind your back and walk back to the blanket,” I instructed.
She dutifully did and even assumed the position without being told.
I gave her two dozen hard strokes with the switch. Red lines ran parallel all down her bottom. It was a lovely sight.
“You took those well,” I told her. “Bring me my backpack so you can see what else I packed.
“Yes Ma’am!” Sera said again with a playful smile on her lips. She knew that I grabbed some toys from her toy bag. We didn’t return home until the sun was setting. This time Sera didn’t complain about a boring view.
