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.  
