Promises to Keep (M/F; Shot, short story)
The moonlit forest was alive with the sounds of its nocturnal inhabitants. Mixed among them were moans of pain and pleasure that shouldn’t be there. Some diurnal, bipedal creatures were engaging in a noisy activity that involved no clothing, body entanglement, and the repeated swatting of an open palm across an upturned, writhing bottom. Discarded haphazardly by the humans’ feet were two pairs of jeans, two shirts, one comfy pair of boxers, and a scandalously tiny thong. A blanket was hastily set on a clearing between the towering pine trees, the boxer owner was seated on it, legs stretched in front of him, thighs raised slightly to act as a platform for the thong owner to lie across, so her shapely bottom was the highest point of her hourglass body. The swats were hard enough, albeit at a very slow rate, to have fooled the inexperienced observer into thinking they were meant for punishment. As were her thorough writhing over his lap, and her loud moans. In a particular...
