Page 1 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER ONE

Kaylee

I’m sure it’s kind of strange for a girl like me to go skinny dipping in the mountains. It’s more the kind of thing you might expect from a girl who’s tied to the woods and the outdoors, not a girl from the city who just ended up here because of her best friend in the world.

Kaylen.

Yeah, that’s right. My best friend’s name is Kaylen and my name is Kaylee. You can imagine how often we were teased about that back in elementary school all those years ago.

I’m the crazy one.

Kaylen is the brilliant, no nonsense one. She’s the one who takes on the world. She’s the one who’s stubborn as hell when someone says she can’t do something she thinks she can do. She’s the one who is always responsible, although sometimes she’s not very self-protective because of her stubborn streak.

I’m the one who does crazy things.

Like house-sitting her cabin, which means cabin-sitting, I guess and then walking around naked in the middle of the woods to go skinny dipping in the clear mountain stream. I know, it’s reckless as hell. I mean, there’s no chance that Kaylen and her man are going to see me. They’re a few thousand miles away.

There’s no chance anyone will see me.

But the idea that someone might make it even more exciting for me.

Like Daniel, the sexiest lumberjack to ever exist.

Sure, that’s just an opinion but it’s a well-reasoned opinion.

I mean, I barely know him. I know he’s a lumberjack’s lumberjack. He’s well respected by the people who work the forests in this mountain town. I know he’s a Daddy, which is something Kaylen told me all about. It’s something called age play, where the guy in a relationship is called Daddy and behaves like one. The girl in the relationship is called little girl and gets to behave like one, too.

There’s more to it but what turns me on about it is the idea of how it highlights the differences between Daniel and me. I mean, Daniel is a huge, muscular man. I’m a petite, curvy girl. It makes a lot of sense just by how we look. I often try to imagine how he looks without his clothes on and the word that always comes to mind is big.

I’m not talking about his dick size, although I’m sure that’s just as impressive as the rest of him. I’m talking about his muscles. He’s a big, big man.

By this time, I’m skinny dipping in the stream and the cold water does nothing at all to dispel my thoughts of Daniel. On the contrary, now I imagine the sight of him in wintertime, wearing a flannel shirt and a fur cap that compliments his thick, beautiful red beard. I don’t get why my mind does this but it’s clear I’m not going to stop thinking about him.

Well, what the hell, right? I’m already naked in the great outdoors. I mean, there isn’t any real chance somebody will see me skinny dipping or wandering around naked. Why shouldn’t I take care of the feelings those thoughts build inside of me?

I climb out of the water and lie on the bank. The cool air stimulates my senses and before I even begin to touch myself my nipples harden and my thighs begin to tingle. I rub them together as my hands travel lightly over my navel and my chest. I close my eyes and imagine Daniel’s hands exploring me. I moan softly and whisper, “Oh, Daddy.”

Saying the word out loud intensifies the sensations I feel and I open my legs slightly to allow one of my hands to travel between them. When it reaches its destination, I gasp and a shiver runs up my spine.

“Oh, Daniel, you feel so good,” I moan. I stroke my clit in soft, slow circles as my other hand grips first one breast, then the other. Every few strokes, I slide my finger down the length of my pussy and feel my body responding to the fantasy.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re making me so wet,” I say.

I pinch my nipple and roll it between my fingers. The touch of pain further enhances the pleasure I feel between my legs and soon I am stroking with abandon and writhing on the bank as though Daniel were here with me to make me feel good.

“Daddy, I want you inside me,” I breathe.

I slide the hand over my breasts downward, taking my time and continuing to rub my clit so I grow more and more desperate with need.

“Daddy, please,” I beg. “I need you.”

I continue to move slowly, imagining Daniel making me wait. Something about being forced to move at his pace, even in my imagination, makes the experience thousand times more powerful and I moan and whine and gasp as shocks begin to pulse from my clit through the rest of my body.

Finally, my hand reaches my pussy and I position two fingers just outside.

“Daddy, please,” I beg. “Please, I’m so wet. I’m so ready. I need it so badly.”

I keep up the steady stream of dirty talk as I finger my clit and tease my pussy until I am wound tight as a spring. Finally, I can’t take this anymore, and I say, “Daddy, I’m going to cum, please put your cock inside me!”

I slip my fingers inside just as my climax hits and the sudden appearance of something to squeeze causes my pussy to cum much harder even than I anticipated. I cry out as my shoulders lift off the ground and my legs begin to shake in the air. I scream, “Oh, Daddy!” and continue to finger my pussy and stroke my clit feverishly, keeping the orgasm strong as long as possible.

When the first climax fades, I am already well on my way to a second one, so I don’t slow but continue to thrust and stroke until once more I cry out and my body begins to shudder. This is the first time I’ve ever made myself cum twice in one session and as my second climax fades and I regain control of my limbs, I begin to laugh.

Then I hear a loud, deep growl that drives the laughter away and causes me to sit bolt upright. I stare across the stream and my heart drops to my feet as my spine shivers with an altogether different sensation than pleasure.

The black bear across the stream is possibly the largest I’ve ever seen and it stares directly at me as it wades into the water and begins to cross.