Author: Jack Crawford Title: Echo Canyon Summary: A brat gets what she deserves on a hike! Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, nosex, spank <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010 They sat at the precipice of Echo Canyon, deep into the recesses of Big Bend National Park on the border of Texas and Mexico. Kirsten Pauli and her boyfriend, Rick Bailey sat down to appreciate the view and to catch their breath. But, the panorama that lay before them was breath taking and they sat slumped from the exertion, yet invigorated by the majesty of the deep canyon that lay below them. Cedar mixed with pine scents and the sky blazed a furiously golden orange as the sun neared the horizon. Deep shadows were cast across the canyon and the river far below could not be seen. Still, the freshness of running water misted their sweaty brows. Kirsten and Rick had back packed in to this spot and had made the strenuous hike in a little over 6 hours. As she admired the view, Kirsten reflected that the effort was well worth the simple pleasure that now lay before them. She gazed up into the bright blue sky, imagining how clearly she would be able to see the stars in just a few short hours. They were miles from the lights of civilization and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Rick also appreciated the grandeur of Echo Canyon and its variant vistas. The view was marred somewhat, however, by his thoughts that the strenuous hike was almost worth the effort. The six hour hike should have taken only four hours, but Rick had to put up with Kirsten's constant whining and complaining about the difficulty of the hike. Too many times they took "rest breaks", and Kirsten had continually annoyed him with a variety of sniping little comments. Twice on the hike, Rick had cautioned Kirsten to hold her tongue and to put a little more effort into her strides. She was dogging it, he knew, as they were both experienced backpackers. Once, he had told her, wagging a warning finger in her face, "Kirsten, you are damned lucky we're not home and I don't have the hairbrush. You'd be quite a bit more uncomfortable than you are now if I were to tan your butt with that brush!" At first, that warning had shaken Kirsten and she acted more like her normal self than a sniveling five year old. But, as they continued up the mountain trail, her attitude deteriorated with each foot of newly gained elevation. Soon Kirsten sounded exactly like a five year old taking a cross country trip in the family car, "Are we there, yet?" she whined. Eventually, even Rick's stern glares could not dissuade Kirsten from complaining and rather than continue a string of threats to quite her, Rick bit his tongue and suffered the hike in silence. He was still steaming, as Kirsten sidled close to him and took his arm in hers. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder. Rick didn't answer her and she immediately sensed she was in trouble. "Are you still mad at me, honey?' she prompted. What a stupid question! Rick thought to himself. "What do you think?" he asked non-commitally. It was Kirsten's turn not to answer and she just shrugged her response. "Kirsten, it is very beautiful here," he said, a twinge of threat coating his words. "But, you spoiled part of the beauty during the hike to get here with your nagging and bitching." "I'm sorry," she replied demurely. Then, giggling, she added, "I guess I'm pretty lucky that you didn't bring the hairbrush along." Rick looked at her with no little amusement, then kissed her cheek. "You certainly have been naughty, haven't you?" Again the nervous giggle, but now Kirsten could not look up into his eyes. "Yes, I suppose I have been. But, Rick, I am sorry. I'll be very good from here on in. I promise!" "That's not good enough, Kirsten," he scolded, "and you know it. Just because I don't have our favorite hairbrush, doesn't mean that I can't find something else to keep you in line." He felt her shiver involuntarily, then asked, "And just what do naughty little girls like you deserve, Kirsten?" In a meek and humble voice, she said, "I get ... I mean ... they get spanked." She nestled onto his shoulder nervously, then quickly added, "Uh ... they get spanked on their bare bottoms!" "That's right!" agreed Rick as he whisked his lovely girlfriend over his lap. He gave Kirsten a flurry of hand spanks over her khaki hiking shorts before ordering her to stand and undo her shorts. Kirsten took too much time to get her shorts unbuttoned, so Rick finished the job, yanking down her shorts, then her panties. Once again, she was hauled over his lap, but now her bottom cheeks quivered in the crisp mountain air. They weren't even pink from the few earlier spanks, but Rick would cure that problem in just a few minutes. He raised his right hand high, and brought down a heavy, stinging spank. SWAT!! ...SWAT A Swat a swat ... He paused before delivering the second spank noticing the unique sound of his first spank. He could hear the echo of his hand two, no, three times! Rick spanked the alternate cheek with a crisp snap of his wrist. SPANK!! ... SPANK A Spank a spank ... It echoed again! Now he settled down to spank the naughty Kirsten in earnest. But, instead of a steady machine gun type of sound, the sound of Kirsten's spanking was more like a room full of drummers all practicing on their snare drums. Spank a Swat a Tap a Smack a Whack! Kirsten's spanking continued unabated as Rick marveled at the new and unique sound. Of course, the satisfaction of correcting a bratty girlfriend and the sexy warmth generated between his palm and her bottom were equally distracting. But, it took a curse from Kirsten to snap him back to reality. "Let me go, you son-of-a-bitch!" she snarled at him. "Anyone could happen by and witness this!" Rick just tightened his hold and spanked her harder. "I said let me GOOOO!" Rick was not one to let a recalcitrant young lady dictate his actions, but Kirsten had a point. It just wasn't what she thought it was. Rick held the hell-cat in place with his left arm as he used his right hand to peel her shorts and panties entirely off. It was a little difficult to get them over her hiking boots, but he managed somehow. Scissoring his legs, he held her in place as he whisked off Kirsten's T-shirt then unhooked her bra. He pulled the now unnecessary garments away from her and let her free. Kirsten scrambled to her feet, naked except for her hiking boots. Through her sputtering and her empty threats, Kirsten heard Rick's order. "Go ahead and leave, Kirsten," he said, pointing the way back down the trail. "But, you'll leave just like that." "Why ... you ... why ... I ..." she couldn't frame a coherent statement. Rick just smiled. "It's going to get a little cool later and I hope you don't loose your way in the dark. Yeah. Took us six hours to get up here, but it will be dark in another 90 minutes." "Rick, this isn't funny!" fumed Kirsten. He still smiled, inwardly laughing aloud at the sight of his very sexy girl friend standing stark naked but for her clunky hiking boots. He was always amused at her indignant expressions as she complained aloud, most often stark naked. Now, she was even more amusing, but Rick had a serious point to make. "Kirsten, shut up an listen." He stared at her until she quieted both her mouth as well as her actions. "You can either take off just like you are, or you can do exactly as I say. You made my hike up here miserable and you know it! I don't put up with that type of behavior at home and I have no intention of tolerating it now!" Kirsten visibly shrank in the wake of the tongue lashing. "What do you want me to do, Rick?" she asked in a tiny voice. Her hands were opened to him pleading. "You can leave now!" He barked, waiting several long moments before continuing. The shock was just starting to register on Kirsten's face as he continued. "Or ... you can put up the tent, start a fire for dinner, unroll our sleeping bags and generally set up camp. You will do all of that dressed in only your boots and when that work is done, you will find me, apologize for your behavior and ask to be punished. Is that clear?" Her head bobbed in agreement as her breasts bobbed in concert, their dark nipples hard from the cooling mountain breeze. Inwardly, Rick grinned. He was always excited when Kirsten finally turned submissive. He drank in her nude form for a moment, capturing the image in his mind's eye before urging the young woman to action. "Well, get going!" He watched her for a few minutes as Kirsten scurried about, selecting the proper location for their small tent so that it would be off the trail and away from the cliff. Then Rick set about to investigate the area for any likely materials to use as a replacement for the hairbrush that Kirsten usually dreaded. It didn't take long to set up camp, and Rick told Kirsten that they would eat first. She mixed and heated a couple of packages of freeze dried beef stroganoff and some vegetables as well. As she worked, she wondered what Rick was up to, and decided that she would find out all too soon. They ate quickly, with Rick making light conversation about the various things they saw during the long hike up the mountain. Kirsten ate in stony silence, waiting dreadfully for her sentence to be pronounced. She was too cowed by her own naked presence to contribute much to the conversation, anyway. Clean up was quick and Rick finally prompted Kirsten, "Don't you have something you want to say?" They had each been seated on large rocks as they ate around the campfire (Kirsten had been seated somewhat uncomfortably, more from her naked skin on the raspy rock surface than from her earlier spanking.) She sensed that it was appropriate to stand, so she did as she apologized for her day long brattiness. And, her apology was suitably contrite and heartfelt. She closed her apology with, "Rick, I know how awful I've made your day and I really am sorry. Please, punish me so that we can forget about it and have a lovely rest of the camp out." Rick studied her for a few long moments. She was nervous and her hands were demurely clasped in front of her as she studied the ground. Kirsten didn't have the nerve to look up at him. "I'll punish you, alright," he said finally, "But, not so that you will forget. I want you to remember this punishment so you won't ruin our next outing. I want you to remember your manners and to be civil regardless of the circumstances. Do you understand?" She nodded mutely, crimson shame coloring her face. "Please," she implored, "Can we get this over with?" Nodding his agreement, Rick stood and retrieved several small lengths of rope from his pack then grasped Kirsten by the hand and led her to a spot he had selected earlier. There were two sturdy cedar trees growing about six feet apart that overlooked the deep canyon. At his urging, Kirsten placed her hands on the lower branches of the two trees so that they were upraised high, and spread far apart. Rick tied her wrists to the branches and Kirsten shuddered involuntarily. Only once before had she been restrained and she really remembered that session. She felt her ankles kicked lightly and she spread her legs wide apart and watched as Rick tied her ankles to the gnarled base of either tree. "What are you going to do?" she whispered fearfully. He did not answer. Rather, his hands roamed her body touching her all over, tweaking her already engorged nipples and exploring her most intimate parts. He stood behind her and pulled her close as he kissed her neck, then her cheek. "I'm sorry you make me have to do this, Kirsten," he said in a low and oddly soothing voice, "But you control whether I have to punish you or not." She bit her quivering lip and nodded in agreement. Then he pulled away suddenly. More apprehensive than ever, Kirsten strained to see him over her shoulder. She could not clearly see details. It was dark and their fire burned cheerily and brightly behind Rick, but she could see a bundle of sticks in his hand. "This is called a birch rod," he explained as he walked closer to her. "There aren't any birch trees in this area, buy I found a sycamore tree that had the kind of limbs necessary to make this work just like a real birch." As Rick got close enough to swing the birch rod, Kirsten could not twist around far enough to see him. But, she could hear, then feel the bundle of switches. An angry whistling cut the clear mountain air, followed quickly by a distinctively dull sounding THWAP! A second later, the nerves in Kirsten's right bottom cheek sent an urgent message to her brain ... HELP!! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! She gasped at the sudden stinging sensation. Again, the whistling, the dull TWHAP and her left bottom cheek sent an equally urgent message to Kirsten's brain. She gasped, then whimpered as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Rick quickly and methodically applied the make shift birch rod to Kirsten's bottom, beating a steady tattoo against her increasingly sensitive skin. Although she groaned and squirmed, the pain was remarkably different than the dreaded hairbrush. Where the hairbrush caused a deep muscular pain, the birch rod was more of a surface stinging. With each stroke, however, the stinging grew quite a bit more intense, until her whole bottom felt as if it were on fire and had swollen to nearly twice its size. Each successive stroke of the birch encouraged more urgent groans and whimpers. But, the surface pain spread around her hips to that special junction at her thighs. Although the birch hurt intensely on her bottom, the throbbing in her skin migrated inexorably to her front side and soon Kirsten was whimpering from both pain and pleasure. In the reflected light of the campfire, Rick also noticed the glistening of her sex. He set the bundle of slender switches aside and picked up a single sycamore limb. This one limb was much thicker than any in the birch rod, but was just as supple. Rick's left hand roamed down the front of Kirsten's body and lightly caressed her furry triangle. Kirsten ground her desire into his hand and quickly his middle finger disappeared into her moist slit. As he manipulated her desire with his left hand, Rick's right hand rose and brought the switch slashing down hard on Kirsten's swollen and aching bottom. AAIIIEE!! She cried out and the canyon answered back its echo: AAIIIEE ... AAiiiee ...aaiiieeeeee ... Her hips continued to buck, trying to swallow all of Rick's teasing finger. Then the slashing switch whistled through the air and cut into her tortured backside, another crimson stripe appearing just below the first. YYEEEEOOWWW!! YYEEEEOOWWW ... YYeeeeoowww ... yyeeeeeooww ... The echo taunted her pain. Still, Kirsten's hips searched furtively for the release promised in Rick's left hand, so intent on finding the pleasure that she hardly cried out from the next three strokes of the sycamore switch. Rather, she groaned and grunted with pleasure until she exploded. "Oh, YYESSSS!" she screamed out loud. YYESSSS ... YYesss ... yyesssssss ... the canyon echoed her pleasure. Rick untied her and was rewarded with a Kirsten that was now a hellcat of another sort. This hellcat was bent on rewarding Rick and sating her craving for another release. The next day the couple passed a group of giggling teenagers as they hiked out of Echo Canyon. "Watch it folks," said one of the boys. "There were strange goin' ons in the canyon last night." "Yeah," added a girl, "You could hear some wild animal screaming or something." "We'll be careful," assured Rick with a friendly wave as Kirsten turned seven shades of embarrassment.