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An Afternoon At the Beach (Part one)
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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.
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"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.
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"What shall I wear, Master?"
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"All you'll need is that blue longyi and sandals."
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"No bikini?", I asked hopefully.
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"No."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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I started to say my usual "Yes, Master", but something in his look� caught me and instead I went, "Arf".
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"Arf? Is that a dog's bark? What kind of dog goes 'ARF'?"
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I made whining sounds and then tried a "WOOF".
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"That sounds like a toy Saint Bernard. Maybe you should stick to the� ARF. Can you wag your tail?"
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I ARFed and wiggled my ass.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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"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.
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I started panicking. Surely he didn't expect me to pee here.
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But he did.
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"Dogs don't usually walk on their hind legs, do they?"
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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".
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"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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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A small warning bell was starting to ring in the back of my mind as I� got the blanket.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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".
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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."
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I looked at him blankly for a moment. Hands and feet? Is he kidding? No.� He was serious.
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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.
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"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.
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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".
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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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