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An Afternoon At the Beach (Part one)
This morning Master woke up in a very good mood. My morning spanking was light, almost playful unlike yesterday's which had left still visible marks on my ass and thighs.
"Sweets, today we go to the beach. Go pack a lunch. We'll stop for breakfast and ice on the way." I quickly arose and hurried off to make lunch, while Master showered and glanced at the morning paper.
"What shall I wear, Master?"
"All you'll need is that blue longyi and sandals."
"No bikini?", I asked hopefully.
"No."
Damn. No swimming for me. Oh well. The ocean is so cold here, swimming is not all that pleasant anyway. But a bit of sun bathing would be nice. Still the longyi can easily be pulled up so I can get some sun on my legs.
I stepped into the longyi and tied it tightly over my breasts as Master had taught me, then quickly stepped into my sandals. Master hates it when he senses that I am dawdling, even if I'm not.
He came back from the garage with a small ice chest and a small leather case. "Here. Put in your discipline collar, leash, cuffs and the braided dog whip." He tossed me the leather case.
I hesitated only a moment before, "Yes, Master" and hurried off. I hated that dog whip. I don't know what possessed me to buy it for him as a gift last Christmas. It hurts like hell even when he is not using it hard, and leaves long ugly weals. But what would he do with them at the beach? He never disciplines me that way in public.
I came out of the bedroom, the case filled as he asked, but before I could ask about the day he told me. "Today, pet, I want you to be my pet, my little bitch dog. From now until we get back, you will not say a word. If I ask you something that can't be answered with a yes or no, you will whine like a dog. For yes, bark once. For no bark twice. Do you understand?
I started to say my usual "Yes, Master", but something in his look caught me and instead I went, "Arf".
"Arf? Is that a dog's bark? What kind of dog goes 'ARF'?"
I made whining sounds and then tried a "WOOF".
"That sounds like a toy Saint Bernard. Maybe you should stick to the ARF. Can you wag your tail?"
I ARFed and wiggled my ass.
He laughed. "I knew you would be a natural at tail wagging." He patted my hair and scratched behind my ear. I licked his hand and he smiled at me. "Good dog." This could be fun!
He took the leash out of the case and snapped it onto my every day collar, then handed me the case and ice chest to carry out to the car.
No one was around this early on a Sunday morning so I got to the car with only a small blush to show my humiliation. In a few minutes we were driving down the freeway, his hand stroking my cunt as he almost mindlessly did whenever we drove anywhere. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand, the way his fingers so very gently touched and caressed my clit. In only a few minutes I was on the edge of coming. I usually warned him when this happened so I could get permission to orgasm.
I started whining.
He ignored me.
My hands started moving to his but I stopped them. Only once had I ever tried to stop him with my hands. I'll never do that again.
Then the torture began. I tried counting cars, reading bill boards, going over last week's household budget. I glanced at him. He seemed to be intent on watching the road. Did he know what he was doing to me? Or was this a game. I never knew.
I found my hips starting to push forward into his hand. Damn hips! Don't do that! I whined louder, more pitifully, I hoped. It worked. He turned to me, his hand stopping for a moment. "Oh, does doggie need to go for a walk? Have to pee?"
I didn't really, but that sounded like a good idea at the time, so I ARFed once. I could run into the rest room at a gas station and calm down.
"Okay. Good doggie for telling me." He patted my head and pulled the car off the next exit. There was a short strip of grass next to the freeway with a few shrubs scattered here and there. He opened the door and slipped the leash on me, tugging me out of the car.
I started panicking. Surely he didn't expect me to pee here.
But he did.
"Dogs don't usually walk on their hind legs, do they?"
Shit! Trapped by my own lie. I ARFed twice and slowly bent over so my hands were on the ground. He tugged at the leash and led me to a bush. "How about this one?" I looked around. No one was looking. I could hear the cars whizzing by on the freeway just above me. But I couldn't do it.
"ARF, ARF".
"No? How do you know? You haven't sniffed it yet. Maybe it's a good place for a dog to go. Give it a good sniff." I wanted to curl up and die. How could he do this to me?
"Well?"
I pushed my head forward and sniffed. I don't know what odor my nose picked up. It didn't smell like a plant. Then I felt arousal creeping down my stomach into my loins. How could I become aroused being treated like a dog? At the same time I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
I quickly crawled back to Master and put my arms around his legs, holding him tightly. He didn't say anything for a while then patted my hair, listening to me sob as I started crying. "I guess you didn't really have to go did you?" I shook my head and managed two quasi-ARFs. He sighed and walked to the car, tugging on my leash. "Get in." I stood up and got in. He unleashed me and tossed the leash in the back. In a moment we were back on the road. But no hand was between my legs.
When we pulled off for breakfast he was quiet. I sat across from him, not daring to look at him. He ordered for us as he usually does without asking me. After a quiet breakfast he pulled out some bills and tossed them on the table. "Here. Go buy some ice across the street and put it in the ice chest."
I forgot and started to say, "Yes, M..." but stopped and let out a pitiful ARF. He didn't say anything, so I took the money and headed off.
We stopped again at a small grocery and bought some sandwiches and drinks. A bit later we were back on the road.
"This was supposed to be a fun day.", he said after a while. "But even on fun days you can't lie to me. It would have been better to have come without permission than to lie to me." I squirmed in my seat, not knowing how a dog could agree, so I nodded. "Think about this and when we get home tonight, you can talk to me about it. Then I'll decide what should be done." His hand went to my thigh and rested there, just an inch away from my clit.
Soon we were at the turn off to the beach. But he drove right past it without a word. Sometimes his mind goes into automatic. Had he forgotten to turn? Were we on the way to the university? I made some questioning whines and he smiled. "I didn't miss the turn off."
A few exits later he did turn off and then another turn onto a small bumpy road that soon became a dirt road. Ahead I saw a few cars parked where the road ended. He stopped and we got out.
It was a beautiful spot, cliffs surrounding a small strip of beach a hundred feet or so below us. A narrow path wound down to the beach where a few people were already enjoying the morning sun. He gave me the ice chest, snapped the leash on, and with the other case in his hand started down the path. I followed.
As we went down I noticed that there were mostly men at the beach and all were naked. Master stopped all of a sudden with a "Damn. I forgot the blanket. It's in the trunk of the car. Sit that down and go get it."
The thing I hate most about our relationship, maybe the only thing I really hate, is having to run and fetch things. But it goes with the territory, so with a sigh I do as I'm told. Master is very forgetful, a real absentminded professor, so I end up being the one to go get things he forgets.
As I got near the top of the cliff I heard a woman's angry voice. "Bad doggie.", followed by the sound of something being struck and a whining sound. I bristle at the thought of anyone mistreating a dog and hurried the few steps to the top. A woman was standing over a man kneeling at her feet, unfastening a leash from the collar attached to him. He had a fresh weal on his back, I assumed from the quirt she had in her hand. She saw me and sniffed haughtily before starting off down the path to the beach. I felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
He stood up, grinned at me, and picked up a large chest to follow her. He had on a skimpy thong, his body beautifully tanned and muscled. My eyes couldn’t stay away from the large bulge in the front of his thong. He hurried on by me, glancing back once with a bold look before disappearing down the path.
A small warning bell was starting to ring in the back of my mind as I got the blanket.
Master had carried the ice chest the rest of the way and had chosen a spot in the morning shade under the cliff. I spread out the blanket and kneeled to wait for instructions.
"Hmmmm. Dogs don’t kneel, do they." I tried to think how a dog sat. Ass on ground, hind feet forward, fore paws on the ground. I didn’t think I could sit like that. My legs were too long. I leaned forward and put my elbows on the ground and brought my face down to my hands. "Good! That will do fine. You can even roll over on your back and I can scratch your stomach."
I tried to get back into the mood so I stuck my tongue out and panted a bit. Master laughed out loud as he watched. "You must have been a dog in some prior life!". I ARFed.
I looked up at him standing there staring at me, such a proud look on his face. Deck shoes, faded denims, a blue tee shirt, and that captain’s hat he wore so often. He was so handsome. How wonderful it felt to be his.
He sat down on the blanket and I crawled over to him to put my head in his lap. He smiled and stroked my hair. Bliss! Warm morning, cool ocean breezes, beautiful blue sky, my love stroking me with his hand; what more could I ask for?
After a bit he stood up and stretched. "Let’s walk along the beach. Perhaps some mermaids will sing to me." I smiled at his Prufrock reference and started to comment before settling for an "ARF".
He reached over and untied my longyi. Uh oh. "Doggies don’t wear clothes at the beach." It slipped down and I stepped out of it, looking around to see who was watching. Of course no one was. It was a nude beach, after all. He snapped the leash on my collar and off we started. He stopped and looked at me, for a bit. "Hmmmm. This won’t quite do. Dogs don’t walk on two legs." He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I don’t want you getting your knees all raw from the sand. Try walking on hands and feet."
I looked at him blankly for a moment. Hands and feet? Is he kidding? No. He was serious.
I bent over until my hands touched the sand. This caused my ass to stick up. I bent my legs a bit to lower it but then I had to spread my thighs a bit exposing myself dreadfully. I tried to look up at him with a pleading look on my face but even that was hard with my head so low.
"Not very doggie like, but I suppose it will have to do." He reached in the bag and pulled out a tennis ball. I silently screamed "NO!" as it came to me what he was about to have me do. I just knew he had that evil grin on his face, the one he gets whenever I’m about to suffer some new indignity or pain.
I heard him move quickly and then the command, "Fetch." I winced thinking about how silly I must look but couldn’t bring myself to move. "Well?"
I whined.
"Do it."
Please, Master.
"Now!"
I started moving away towards the ocean. Where was the ball, anyway? With my head so low it was hard to see. I assumed it would roll downhill so I started that way. God, how awful. I quickly found that putting my hands flat was painful so I switched to making small fists. Then this image of our trip to the zoo and especially the gorilla exhibit came to me. I was using my knuckles like they did. I could feel an even stronger blush creeping up my neck and into my face.
I spotted the bright green of the ball and waddled over to it. It was covered with sand, of course. I had no idea if I could even pick it up in my mouth. I bent down and blew on it, causing some of the loose sand to fall off. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and surprised myself by actually getting a grip on it.
How could I possibly feel proud of my self at that moment? I’m sure I looked absolutely ridiculous, totally naked, ass in the air, pussy gaping open behind, and a green ball in my mouth. Still there was this rush of having achieved something. I must be sick to feel this way. I turned and started back.
It was easier going back up than down. My ass didn’t feel quite as high and I could straighten out my legs more. I saw Master’s legs and headed towards him. "Good girl!" He patted me on the head and I dropped the ball at his feet.
That was a mistake. I had slobbered all over one side of the ball and now sand was stuck all over it. He bent over and carefully picked it up with thumb and forefinger, shaking it a bit to get some of the sand off. Then another swift movement and another "Fetch".
"NO", I screamed to myself, as I started to wonder how long it would be before he tired of this game. But along with the embarrassment, the humiliation, was the realization that I was incredibly aroused. Deep down I knew that with each of these little games we played, the bond between us grew stronger; that a few days from now when I was 500 miles away, I would recapture this moment again and again with feelings of love as well as arousal. So I turned and actually tried trotting after the ball.
I got a mouth full of sand when I picked it up and even more when I had to pick it up a second time after dropping it. I had never seen a dog spit, so after I dropped it at his feet I tried gathering the sand into a wad in my mouth. I wasn’t going to swallow the sand, but I thought I would spit it out when I went off to "fetch" again.
But Master tired of the game quicker than I thought and instead of tossing it a third time sat down and pulled me onto his lap to cuddle.
"I love you so much, mi dulce esclavita." I started melting into his arms. He bent down to kiss me. I had a mouth full of spit and sand. I had never refused a kiss from him, so being a good slave, I swallowed hard and opened my mouth for his tongue.
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