Lil One - 4 - Sex Stories

Lil One - 4

Chapter One We are driving down the secluded four wheel drive only beach. I’m taking a new submissive that I’m training to be a pain slut for her Master. She’s 24yo and her name is Candy, but I call her lil one, because she’s only 4’11”. She has been mainly a pleasure slave but her Master wants her to be able to enjoy more pain play. I have been training her about 4 days now. Today is more of a reward for her hard work. We should have the beach to ourselves, except for the stray fisherman or two. I’m not worried about intrusions, as most people you meet down here are non-intrusive, and mind their own business. I have her remove her blindfold. She’s from Canada and has never been to the beach before. I have the windows down so that she can get the smell of the salty air. Its thick with the warm moisture from the Gulf of Mexico. I find a nice area to park the truck and we get out. I let her go get her toes wet while I set up our camp for the night. I pitch a canopy to provide us shade. I set of the tent for my Avalanche pickup. It fits in the bed of my truck with a nice mattress in the back. Near the canopy, I dug a 3’ hole and placed a 8”x8” square post in the sand. It has an O-rings on the side. We will use this later for some training. When I’m finished with the setup, I head out to lil one. I take her hand and we walk out into the surf. The waves are gentle today. They’re about 1-3” with a gentle break. The water is warm and the wind is calm. When we get to about chest ...

... deep for lil one, I take her in my arms, her back to my front. Our bodies roll on the salty waves. The high salinity gives us more buoyancy than fresh water and float gently with each incoming wave. Our naked bodies rub gently with each passing wave. I cup her large breasts in each hand and kiss the sensitive area of her neck. She reaches above her head and runs her fingers through my hair. I run one hand down her side, teasing her wet skin. My erection presses into her soft behind. She feel this and starts to grind against me. I cup her sex and this elicits a moan. My finger slip between her folds and I feel the warm wetness of her arousal. I tell her we need to get out of the sun as I don’t want her skin to burn. She is fair skinned. She pouts and I give her a stern look. She concedes. We wade back to shore. I hand her a bottle of water and sit back in my beach chair. She kneels under the canopy by my side. I tell her about the post and that I intend to use the flogger on her later. She squirms on her heels. She tells me she needs to go the bathroom. I tell her to go about 20 paces up the beach and squat. She pouts again. I tell her that it will be time for the flogger when she’s finished. She goes down the beach as instructed. When she returns, I grab her by the collar and look her in the eye. I ask her why she is going to receive the flogger. At first she is lost for the answer. Then she lowers her eyes and says that she is being flogged for pouting. I tell her that she is ...