It’s a beautiful mid-week day, late September. Both Master and I have the day off. You went out for an errand this morning then you surprise me by asking if I would like to go to the beach for a picnic. I get so excited and get everything packed up and we head out for the beach. The Beach is a secluded spot on a lake. We love to go there and just sit by the water. During the week everyone is at work so it’s even more secluded. Master knows the perfect spot. I lay out the blanket and start setting up for lunch. Lunch is ready, but we aren’t. It’s unusually warm for this time of year so we walk along the water, just talking. I’m kicking up water, and frolicking as I go, knowing this weather won’t hold out much longer. Until we turn around to go back and I see all my splashing has gotten Master wet. I look into your eyes wondering what will happen and see nothing. No hint of anger or amusement. Neither of us say a word as we go back to our secluded spot. I ask if you would like lunch now, and you say, “Not quite yet.”

You take me by the hand over toward the rocks that make this area so secluded. I realize too late what you have in mind. Your earlier outing was to come here and mount restraint rings into the rocks. Seeing them there I catch my breath, look at you, and try to back away, knowing I am in trouble for splashing you with the water and other past sins I still have to atone for. You see I am about to retreat, when you grab my arm, and firmly plant me against the rocks holding me there with your body, as you restrain me. I know screaming is useless, no one is around to hear me. I feel the pressure, and hear the tearing of my clothes and I’m unable to do a thing about it. I know I’m in trouble but refuse to show fear, knowing you will feed off that fear to intimidate me further. I stand as still as possible knowing I am shaking inside and out, but trying not to show it. I know you are near me but I refuse to look to see what you’re doing.

Then I hear you whisper in my ear, “So you thought you were being funny, getting me soaking wet? And all the other times you‘ve defied me?”

I jump at the sound of your voice so close and threatening, and at the same time shiver from your breath on my neck. The sound of your voice that close combined with your breath on my neck gets me excited and wet. I jump, knowing my eyes are huge with fright, and nothing I can do to hide it anymore. As you move away, I turn to look and see you pulling out a bag from behind the rocks. You move behind me where I can’t see what you’re doing but can hear you. The not knowing is the worst. The mind starts playing games on you. You start creating scenarios in your head. Wondering what all is going on. Then I hear it. Absolute silence. The kind that is deafening, that screams at you from all directions.

Then I jump as all of a sudden I feel your hand on my ass, gently rubbing. The adrenaline rush lets me know things are just beginning. As does your voice