I squealed in shock as Taka yanked my skirt up, baring my ass to the cool mountain air. Surely he wouldn’t. I was twenty years old, far too big for this kind of punishment. But such comforting thoughts were short-lived as Taka’s hand descended on my bum with a report that echoed about our rocky surroundings, his broad palm flattening the rounded cheeks. I bit my lip, forcing myself not to cry out as Taka’s hand came down for a second time, just as hard and finding the exact same spot as his first smack. Suddenly, the cold of the mountains wasn’t enough to cool my burning backside and I struggled, trying to get away.

Taka pulled my arm sharply up into the small of my back, pinning me down. “Take your punishment and you’ll get twelve. Try to get away from it and I’ll make it twenty-four.”

There was, in any case, no way for me to escape Taka’s strength and I resolved myself to my fate, lying as still as I was able across his lap as numbers three, four and five landed with pinpoint accuracy and metronomic timing on my burning bottom. Taka spanked me the same way he did everything – calm, collected, unemotional. He wasn’t angry, as so many of the people who spanked me in my youth had been, he wasn’t taking out his rage on my undefended ass. I had done something wrong and he was punishing me – that was all there was to it. Because emotion did not enter into it, that meant there would be no remission. He would not take pity on me as his anger faded and let me off, I was here until I had been taught a stern lesson.

On the other hand, it also meant that he would not get carried away and would not punish more than the crime warranted. Taka was an impressively strong man, his arms thick with muscle – this was harder than I had ever received, but I had no doubt that it could have been harder. As it was, the force of the individual blows was remarkably consistent, as was the timing, the smacks arriving with the rhythmic certainty of a heartbeat. Despite their unvarying nature, each one hurt more than the last as they landed on my glowing ass cheeks. So by the time six, seven and eight had cracked down, I was screwing up my eyes and clamping my teeth shut, trying to suppress the cries that came out as muffled squeaks and squeals.

“You can scream if you like,” said Taka, still not breaking rhythm as number nine landed with a loud thwap.

I sucked in a breath and bit my lip again. I wasn’t going to scream and I wasn’t going to cry. That was what little girls did when they got spanked. I was a big girl now, and if I was going to get spanked, then I was at least going to take it like a woman.

And suddenly, I was starting to feel very much like a woman. I had been spanked many times before – I could remember one week when I had been spanked everyday by seven different women in my village, each time for a different misdeed – this was different.

Partly, because I was older, partly, because Taka was stronger, but mostly because Taka was Taka.

It was with a shock of surprise and some confusion that I felt a new sensation below my waist that had nothing to do with pain.

Unconsciously, I pushed up my ass, as if I was reaching for my punishment. And when number ten whacked down, it made my insides bubble. Number eleven smacked my sizzling cheeks and I could feel myself getting wet. Number twelve landed on my tenderized ass and I choked out a cry. Taka probably thought that it was one of pain – which it probably should have been - but it was my arousal that I was unable to silence.

“And one more for luck, my dad used to say,” muttered Taka. His voice was low and thick, almost a growl. I had been so focused on what had been happening to me – both painful and unexpectedly wonderful – that I had not noticed the increased rate and volume of Taka’s normally measured breathing.

It sounded ragged, as if he had just run a mile. I had seen this man working on the chain gang, shifting heavy rocks without breaking his composure, his breathing unaffected – why was he struggling now?

With a swish of air, I heard his hand rise and heard the grunt of effort as he brought it down like the wrath of the gods. For the first time, I felt his anger, as if that last merciless spank was him trying to vent something from within, taking out some pent-up frustration on my scarlet ass cheeks.

“Ahh!” I hollered, as a mixture of sharp pain and mounting pleasure roiled in my belly.

For a moment, Taka said nothing, leaving me sprawled across his lap, half-hoping that he might go for the full twenty-four. Involuntarily, my hips ground against his and the resulting pressure nearly made me cry out.

Taka clearly took notice as labored breath sawed in and out of his lungs until, finally, he spoke.

“Get off. Go on. Misbehave again and you’ll get the same.”

He pushed me none-too-gently off his lap and I landed heavily on the ground in an ungainly heap, regaining my breath.

My ass must have looked like a pair of ripe tomatoes, but that wasn’t what was bothering me now. Towards the end, a fire had been kindled inside me that had set my whole body burning with desire. I didn’t know why this should have aroused me so, but it had, to the point where I was tingling with the need for more, with the need for completion. But at the instant when I hoped to achieve satisfaction, Taka had instead pushed me aside, leaving me unfulfilled and helplessly aroused. I looked back at him. His face was red, his breathing still heavy and he would not meet my gaze.

“Taka?” I breathed.

His eyes flicked to mine, only for an instant, and I saw a heat in them that I felt sure was mirrored in my own. He really was a desperately handsome man, so dominant, so masculine, so… I didn’t know where this heat was coming from – perhaps it was just that I had never been with a man before. But suddenly, I knew one thing. I needed him inside me, and I needed it now.

I stood and without hesitation, fastened my lips to his before he even knew what I was doing, my hands groping across his body.

“What the hells are you about?” Taka pushed me away by my shoulders as I stretched my neck out towards him, desperate to taste him and not caring about the consequences.

“I want you.”

Taka gave my ass a firm slap and tried to look angry, but there was a strain in his voice as he fought his own desire. “You want another twelve?”

“Maybe,” I whispered, huskily. “But I can think of more fun things we could do.”

My hand delved under his tunic and, to my excitement and relief, found a thick bulge in the loose prison pants he still wore. He might fight against it, but his body was betraying him.

I tugged hard at him and my eyes widened as I felt him surge and swell even thicker in answer to my rough treatment.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” growled Taka, as I worked my eager hand up and down his length, rubbing the rough material against the sensitive organ beneath. “Stop behaving this way or you’ll regret it. You’re hardly more than a child. What could you know about lust, Keira?”

He was probably right, and I might have wondered if it was his decent desire not to take advantage of someone ten years his junior that held him back. But I didn’t wonder that, I wasn’t wondering anything or thinking at all. My mind was overwhelmed with a passion that I had never felt before. I had felt desire for boys and desire for sex - it had been powerful and I had succumbed to both without regret.

But this was so much more. Comparing the desire I felt for Taka to that I had felt for the boys back home was like… well, it was like comparing those boys to Taka. There was no comparison. And there was no holding back.

I lunged at his mouth again, kissing him aggressively, grinding my small, feminine body against his, and this time, there was no doubting his response. His mouth opened to admit my questing tongue, his hands lightly, reluctantly, cupped my body and I felt his hips thrust forward to meet the pumping action of my hand.

“Damn you,” he muttered as we kissed. “But if you want it, then I guess you’re going to get it. And I hope you don’t regret it.”

I didn’t think there was much chance of that as I clung to Taka, so tightly it was as if I was trying to force my body inside his.

Moving awkwardly, as I still refused to let him go, Taka managed to take off his cloak and throw it to the ground. Gently, he eased me down onto it and I spread my legs to allow his body to press right up against my core. I whined with fierce desire as I felt his erection grind against me. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything, and I kissed him harder still, biting at his lips and tongue with my teeth.

I felt one of Taka’s hands slide down my body and begin to gather up my skirt, baring my legs, and responded in kind, untying his leather belt and hauling his tunic over his head so I could admire his fabulous physique. Taka’s body was not that of a man who wants to look good, it was that of a working man, a musculature acquired for a purpose. In Taka’s case, that purpose was staying alive. Here and there, the hardened muscle was dented and strafed by old scars, the mementos of a tough life. I felt a sudden, hot desire to kiss them, running my tongue along a lengthy groove that cut across his left pec, dabbing my lips at a star-shaped stab wound in his side.

I was denied the delight of tasting Taka’s chest when he pulled back from me, but the rewards were ample. I might have been able to remain largely silent while Taka spanked me, but I wailed like a banshee when his tongue slicked the length of my pussy, lighting fresh fires in the tingling flesh. Taka buried his face between my legs, his tongue penetrating me, lapping at me, seeking out every sensitive spot, while I oohed and aahed and whined. Some of the village boys had gone down on me before, and it was always a slightly embarrassing experience, as they knew they were supposed to do something, but were uncertain as to the details.

An experienced man like Taka knew exactly what he was doing; he knew how to make my clit pop from its shell and how to tease it till I was panting; he knew how to locate that one spot with his fingers and apply just the right level of pressure; he knew when to delve forwards and when to pull back; when to lick, when to suck and when to nibble; he knew when the moment was right to apply a light but firm pressure to my ass to push me over the top. I arched my hips up from the ground, rolling them against Taka’s face, desperate for more.

“Oh…” The tiniest of moans escaped my mouth, followed by a symphony of gasps as I climaxed, my pussy clenching and grasping at his thick fingers. He kept his mouth against me, constantly in motion so my orgasm seemed to roll out over and over in a series of waves as he lapped up my juices like a cat.

As I lay back, recovering from the impossible high to which Taka had taken me, he gently removed my skirt and placed it to one side. My eyes were drawn down to the bulge in his pants, as prominent as ever, straining against the coarse material.

There seemed to be hesitation in Taka now. He had brought me to orgasm and, despite his own obvious need for relief, the lull that had followed seemed to have given his concerns time to resurface.

“We don’t have to…” he began, but before he could finish the sentence, I was sitting upright to kiss him, shedding my top and revealing my breasts. I pulled back from the kiss to allow Taka to look at me, and based on his wide eyes, he liked what he saw. I closed in on him, kissing his lips again, my hands now fiddling with the drawstring of his pants. As they came down, I sat back to stare at the organ that I so desired. Taka’s manhood reminded me of the man himself – a working man’s cock, strong, thick. It might not boast the scars of his torso, but I was sure it had seen just as much action.

I recalled how he had fought back the bear earlier with his spear, and wondered if he handled this weapon with as much skill. I reached out to touch, feeling it move under my fingers, the skin almost too hot to touch, seeming to exude power.

Gently, Taka kissed me, working his way down my neck and upper chest to my breasts, pecking at my aroused nipples with sweet, butterfly kisses. But, even though I had only just come, I knew what I wanted. My fingers became bolder, closing around the thick shaft, tugging on it desperately.

“Please,” I murmured, and Taka did not need to be asked twice.

Shifting his weight, he moved on top of me, kissing me on the mouth while I guided his throbbing cock to the warm haven between my thighs. Pressing the plump head against my fuzzy lips, I whispered into his mouth again, “Please.”

Taka arched his strong hips forward and I whimpered as his cock plunged into my wetness, throbbing strongly in my tight tunnel.

I always loved that moment of first penetration, when two become one, stretching, setting nerves deliciously jangling. But that moment with Taka was like no other I had ever experienced before. It was not just that he was bigger than any boy I had been with in my village, filling me and making my body sing with pleasure. Somehow, he felt more a part of me than any man before, the missing piece of my body.

Taka pulled back a little, then pushed on in, enjoying the slickness of my pussy as he forged deeper than any man had ever been. I wrapped my legs about his hips, drawing him down to the absolute limit, until I felt his hard hips flat against mine. We held in that position for a long time, kissing and enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, one atop the other. Even in this unmoving state, a rainbow of pulsing sensations fizzed through my body, Taka seeming to give me pleasure by his presence alone.

“Please,” I whispered again, more because it seemed the only word I still had power to say. “Please, please, please…”

Administering a last, light kiss to my lips, Taka set out to please my body as it had never been pleased before. As his hips began to move in a firm, steady rhythm, I caught my breath, as I trembled through what felt like a series of mini-orgasms. I clutched at him but, as when he had been spanking me, nothing would throw him off his rhythm. I rolled my hips as he slicked in and out of my willing body, his muscular torso poised above me, flexing in time with his strong thrusts.

“Oh yes,” I gasped through pleasure. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh gods yes…”

That afternoon with Taka was the most incredible sex of my life, so far, in almost every way. His size and strength obviously trumped my previous partners, as did his experience, but he was also their better in his gentleness and generosity. Boys of twenty-one are not known for their consideration towards their partners, preferring to bang away until they’ve reached their goal, passively hoping you got there, too, somewhere along the way.

I wouldn’t have expected a soldier – a mercenary, at that – like Taka to have the slightest consideration for the woman he was with, but he surprised me. His hands were always on the move, stroking and caressing, making me feel loved; he kissed me sweetly throughout; and he took me to the pinnacles of pleasure over and over before allowing himself anywhere near.

But for all that, what I most took away was the intensity of the encounter – his and mine. When our eyes met as we moved against each other, there was a connection that far surpassed that of two people who had only gotten together because a spanking had gotten out of hand. We shared in every moment, and every tweak of pleasure, every hot breath, every pounding heartbeat was a moment between us.

I hugged him tight as I felt my insides tighten once more.

“Now…”

Taka kissed me again and his thrusts became firmer, burying his long cock inside me. I rocked as uncontrollable spasms took hold of my body, and dug my fingers into my lover, needing him to share in this, too, needing us to come as one as we had shared everything else.

I looked him in the eyes as I went over the edge once more. Taka thrust forward and I felt his powerful cock pulse and jerk inside of me as he groaned. The feel of him exploding deep into my body multiplied my orgasm and I clung tighter still, gasping, “Yes! Yes!” working myself against his still hard organ as I dissolved.

As both of our climaxes began to subside, we collapsed to the ground, and Taka rolled over so I was on top of him and not on the hard rock. I laid my head on his chest and listened to the pounding of his heart. Part of me, deep down, had wanted this since I had seen him in the chain gang.

And now that I’d had it, I didn’t want to let it go.