Misty walked back to the pine tree and pulled the five gallon Summer Shower out of her backpack, checked the temperature gauge, and then hung it on th...e limb next to the rest of her gear. The hike had been long and grueling and before she lay down for some sun and fun she wanted a cool shower. The temperature on the front of the shower bag read 73 degrees as she cracked the spout and let the cool water dribble out and wash across her naked body, slowly running down her shoulders, across her. Another fraction of an inch.She reached up and with one finger began to trace a line across the top of her bra, with each pass nudging it a little further until it hung, barely covering her nipples…before finally slipping free. She lowered her arm and let it fall to her feet. Then she raised her hands to her now naked breasts and began to gently pull and pinch her nipples.She watched his hand drop unnoticed to his side while this was going on. Saw his already sagging jeans, as if in chain. “One,” she says.I rub her ass in between each spanking, keeping her tense.“Do you know why you are being punished?” I ask. Smack.“Two! Yes, master. I know,” she says.“Tell me, little one.” My hand stinging from the strikes. Smack.“Three. I was misbehaving.”Smack.“How?”“Four.” She moans, wriggling in my lap. “I was playing without permission.”“Playing? With what?”“With my pussy!” She braces herself.Smack!“With what?!” I ask again.“Five!” She winces. “With Master’s pussy.”“That’s right. Kitten. Okay, so her mother had ripped her cherry with a dildo.Technically she was still a virgin, since she’d neverhad a real cock inside her.She went down the stairs and stopped at the door, thenput her face against it, trying to see inside. The dooropened suddenly and she staggered back in surprise as atall man stuck his head out.“Who are you?” he asked.“Uhm, uhm, I was…uhm…looking for Nicky.”“You a friend of Nicky’s?” he asked, looking her.