In The Middle Of The Garden

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She learns what it really means to be a slave...and love.
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***Special thanks to Dr. K for helping me***

Thora Mae Wilson was quite possibly the most charming girl you could ever meet. She was small, standing at a whopping four foot eleven, a tiny frame with full b-cup breasts and a peachy backside. Her soft wavy black hair was past her shoulders with pretty side swept bangs that occasionally covered her big dark green eyes in a messy way. Then there was her creamy soft, fair skin. Most would expect her to be quite tan seeing as she was outdoors very much. It was hard to believe that she was twenty two, but she was just one of those rare girls who looked like they were years younger.

So her friends and family called her the garden girl. You see, she lived in a small cottage like house just outside the suburbs of Houston on its own. Alone on a big field if so. It looked like some mystical house you'd find in some fairytale! Covered in lush vines and shaded by tall oak trees. Surrounded by an abundance of flowers. Bright beautiful daises, tulips, roses and orchids. So many to list for that one colorful abode of hers.

Yet it was a mystery as to why she never decided to live in a big and ornate house downtown. She made a lot of trips to hang out with her friends at a few of the fine eateries, and matinees. She loved to shop and lavish herself with the cutest shoes and loveliest dresses you could ever find. Not to mention how much she liked just walking around the often-crowded streets of that wild city. It was a good guess that she was a stay at home...or not...wife. She was married and very happy but nobody had seen much of her husband since the small wedding they had a while back. And by that he must've been a hard worker because she always had money to spend.

On small occasions they would venture out on small dinner dates alone and go shopping afterwards. He would stroll through the isles with her tagged close by his side as he picked out pretty dresses for her. She, happily, had no say or choice but to try on whatever he chose for her to wear

She was his pretty little doll that he could dress up or dress down whenever he pleased.

The thing was, her friends never knew that Thora, their pretty, playful, witty and kind-hearted friend had been playing slave to her husband...or master, Jonathan.

Who knew such a sweet innocent looking girl would do such a thing?

When he married her, he truly and deeply was in love with her, but he couldn't help that he loved to feel powerful, and she couldn't help the fact that she loved to please and serve her man.

So the both of them kept the house that once just belonged to Thora, on an agreement that they would be getting good use out of that tranquil and lovely garden of hers.

- - -

So, it was a bright Thursday morning. Thora awoke to the sound of birds chirping in the yard. It was quite pleasant. As usual she turned over so see the other side of the bed empty. A thing that she didn't mind.

She then eagerly sat up and reached over to the end of the big bed to find a note and her attire for the day.

She unfolded the piece of paper and read;

"Good morning beautiful! I hope you have a good day playing around the house. I'll be home early, around three. I want you in that dress and out in the garden by the time I get there. --love, Master"

She felt goose bumps pop up around her body as she carefully folded the note back and set it down. She then grabbed the dress that was provided. It was a soft yellow baby-doll dress that came midway to her thigh. She smiled as she hopped off the bed and slipped it on to her naked body.

She loved the way the cotton felt on her skin and she adored the way it made her look adorable.

So her day started usual enough. She hummed as she made her way to the living room to see what was on the tellie. She looked over to the clock and was shocked to see that it was ten 'till one o'clock! "Oh my gosh did I sleep in THAT late!?" She gasped to herself. She was then reminded of the spanking session she got late last night for forgetting to have Jonathan's warm shower ready.

There was nothing much to do seeing as the house was clean and the garden didn't need any tending to today.

Suddenly, she heard a gurgling sound and looked at her stomach. "Guess I better get some food in there." She sighed.

She trotted off to the kitchen to make her favorite, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

After she finished with making her lunch, she began putting the used butter knife in the sink, the peanut butter back in the pantry and the jelly back in the fridge. But knowing she was a bit clumsy, it wasn't that easy. She picked up the jar of jelly but accidentally dropped it on the ground as the her two pet cats scurried by. The Sticky purple mess splattered all over the floor and on her dress.

"Oh NO!" she found not only the floor covered with the gooey purple jelly, but part of her dress too. The cats came rushing over to see what all the noise was about.

"Damn, I can't have this messy dress on when he gets home!" She said as if the cats would listen and help.

She then rushed to the laundry room and stripped out of her dress and tossed it into the washer. With a little soap and the warm/cool setting, and a good while in the dryer, the stain would hopefully be gone and, things would be back in place. She would have the dress back on and would be in the garden with the dress back on all before Jonathan got home.

She put on another dress for the time being, and then grabbed the mop to clean up the mess. After cleanind up she was then satisfied, and grabbed her lunch and proceeded to sit on the comfy couch and eat.

She finished her sandwich and yawned.

Almost without a care in the world, she peacefully dozed off.

- - -

'FHUMP!'

"OH CRAP!" Thora shouted as she was jolted awake when the sound of the door of her husband's truck was slammed shut.

She got up and ran out the back door of her house and into the garden. She plopped down onto a patch of soft grass between a tall tree and a pretty row of daises in the middle of the garden. She hoped Jonathan wouldn't notice her panting.

"Hey baby, where are you?" He said almost happily. She heard the back door shut.

"Over here." She meekly said.

"There's my prett—" He stopped in front of her. She looked up with a smile only to see his not so cheerful face. "Your dress." He said pointing downward.

Suddenly Thora felt her heart drop into her stomach.

"You have the nerve to smile at me, and DISSOBEY ME AT THE SAME TIME?" He gritted his teeth.

She suddenly felt cold. "I messed it up so I put it into the wash and I forgot-"

"You forgot?"

Thora looked into his icy blue eyes and gulped. With him standing at six foot two and about one hundred ninety pounds she felt very tiny. Suddenly looking at those strong arms, she didn't think he'd be hugging her soon.

Her eyes began to water. Not From only being scared, but she was disappointed in herself that she managed to let her master down once again.

"I'm...I'm sorry master." She childishly said.

"I thought I would come home to see you looking all pretty in the garden ready for me to fuck you. I thought I'd treat you to a little while of whatever YOU wanted. No master per say, but NO. YOU DECIDED TO MESS IT UP." He looked furious. A small springtime breeze blew and brushed his face long dark brown hair onto his face. He brushed it back. "Stand up! I'll really give you something to cry about!"

He pulled her close as if he were going to hug her. But alas he lifted up the old orange tunic dress and exposed her pantieless soft perky ass.

"Well at least you got one thing right." He said.

With her face so close up against his chest she could hear his heartbeat, he slapped her ass.

'THWAK!'

Thora whimpered like a baby.

'THWAK!'

'THWAK!'

"MAYBE THIS SHOULD TEACH YOU!"

'THWAK!'

'THWAK!'

Jonathan slapped harder and harder until the stinging pain hurt so much that Thora was full on reduced to tears. She had her arms wrapped around him like a scared child.

"LOOK AT ME!" He shouted and Thora obeyed as she stood back and shyly looked at him square in the face. "You did this to yourself, now you get your punishment. Yes we'll stay out here in your pretty garden, but you better hope you'll have enough energy to water these damn flowers when I'm through with you."

Thora closed her eyes and nodded.

He pulled the straps down over her shoulders and slipped the dress off of her, exposing the rest of her petite naked body.

"ON YOUR KNEES NOW SLUT."

Thora's juicy tits jiggled as she dropped to her knees. She took to clue, and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She pulled them down along with his boxers revealing his plump, cum filled balls and his thick eight-inch cock.

Jonathan's face was dark with anger - and yet, -- and yet--, there was real love in his gaze as he looked down at her. He tenderly brushed Thora's lovely dark hair away from her face as she winced in fear. His hard steel-blue eyes met her soft dark-green eyes with a gaze that chained her heart. He reached sideways and plucked a daisy, then placed it behind Thora's ear. Thora smiled, almost forgetting her fear.

'THWACK.' Jonathan's thick cock slapped against her face.

"PAY ATTENTION! "

'THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!'

Jonathan held the base of his cock in his right hand, wielding it as a club, cock-slapping Thora's delicately pretty face.

"I take care of you completely, and you are my property to use! And I am going to make sure you don't forget that again! -- Now SUCK, you little cock-sucking slut! "

Thora gave the broad shield head of his member a playful kiss, but her Master was having none of that! He seized her chin in his wide, powerful left hand, forcing her mouth to open, pushed his hips forward, and guiding his dick head past Thora's pouty lips with his right hand. Despite the confusion of emotions she felt, Thora was careful not to let her teeth graze Jonathan's cock, for she feared what the punishment would be for that mistake! She began obediently to suck in earnest. Jonathan grabbed her hair with his left hand, his right hand placed firmly behind Thora's head controlling her cock-sucking rhythm as he face-fucked her. Yes, Thora had given her husband oral pleasure many times before, but this was different - the thought burned in her consciousness: 'I am being face-fucked! This is not just my husband, this is my Master!'

Jonathan's cock was going deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Thora felt the broad head press against the back of her throat, she was beginning to gag, when Jonathan pulled back. All her life she would remember the cool fresh air she gasped, the glimpse of a butterfly gathering nectar from the blue-bells across the garden, - and Jonathan's thick eight inch manhood waving stiff and erect, the sunlight reflecting brightly off the length of his cock, so slick, shining with her saliva.

Quickly Jonathan spread her dress on an old bale of straw nearby (Angry as he was, still he did not want to scratch her lovely, glowing skin!) He roughly picked her up under the arms, - lifting her off the ground -turned, and half pushed; half threw Thora belly-down on the bale of straw.

"Keep your ankles together!" he warned.

Jonathan straddled the bale, his powerful, muscular thighs, thick as tree-trunks on either side of Thora's hips. Thora felt her Master's hands grasp the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart. She sensed Jonathan leaning over, awkwardly at first, his cock head probing, seeking her pussy mouth. Then she felt the head of his member forcing her cunt lips apart as Jonathan placed his hands at the top of the bale and pushed down with his hips hard ..."Keep your thighs pressed tight together , you got that, bitch?!"

Thora's pussy resisted Jonathan's cock as it penetrated her love-hole. His thick cock had stretched her pussy on their wedding night like Thora's pussy had never been stretched before -- But, oh, god! Now she felt every millimeter of his manhood as it plowed forward forcing her cunt to accept his manhood -- She felt his goose-egg balls rest against her ass cheeks as he pressed down hard with his hips, forcing her pussy to accept all eight inches of his manhood. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pinning her down hard, as he rocked his hips back and forth in a brutal, frenzied animal fucking. Needless to say Thora was afraid, where was her loving husband, Jonathan? But she knew that she must accept Jonathan as her Master, she knew she needed to be his slave...

"Yes, please, I love you, - Master - I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, please, please just fuck me ..." Thora gasped.

As cool and breezy the spring air was, Jonathan was almost working up a sweat as he pounded roughly into her tight love hole. Thora's whimpers and moans were loud and her eyes were almost rolling to the back of her head.

Her tears subsided but her eyes remained glazed.

There was no doubt that she wished she hadn't messed up. She would've loved to have him softly kiss her all over and gently caress her soft skin. To be held in his strong arms and have the scruffiness of his beard rub against her neck as he breathed her in would certainly make her happy enough to never forget anything.

It could have been clouds and bunnies, instead it was spanking and the sore feeling you get on your head after your hair is pulled too hard.

Suddenly she felt her stomach tighten and her thighs tense. Her warm cunt began to tighten and Jonathan could certainly feel it. He pulled his thick and throbbing cock out and took a few deep breaths. Thora suddenly felt emptiness in her.

He pulled her up into a sitting position and took one look at her sweet face.She was sniffling a little still, that was what almost melted his heart. He leaned over and kissed her forehead and gently cupped her right breast. He loved how it filled his hand perfectly.

But at this point, he didn't want to give in.

"Thora, my beautiful slave..." He said quietly but with sternness in his voice. "How are you ever going to get what you want if you keep messing up? It's very unacceptable."

"I'm so sorry Jon—I mean Master."Thora sadly said sitting still afraid that one move would make him angry again.

"I know. But as your Master, I can't go against my word. You still have your punishment. You still have to learn to submit to my every demand." Thora looked into those eyes of his and almost began to cry again. She thought that the hard fucking and failure to obtain release was it.

What exactly was her punishment going to be? She wasn't exactly excited to know.

"Thora, I think you really don't know what it means to be a slave. My slave at that" Jonathan said as he looked at her.

If there was ever a time Thora had been scared of Jonathan it was now. What took place next surprised her...and scared her to the point her stomach felt like it was being boiled.

"All fours. Now." Jonathan calmly said.

"But Master wha—"

"DON'T PROCROSTINATE, I SAID ALL FOURS NOW."Jonathan's voice was like thunder.

Thora slowly got on all fours and closed her eyes, expecting a good hour of hard slaps to the ass.

Jonathan saw what he had been waiting for, a chance to fully make Thora his own. Her soft pert as was enough to make his shoot his load right then and there. But he was an expert at keeping himself controlled. He rested his hands on her cheeks and gently began to knead them. Thora whimpered.

"Oh don't you worry I wont be spanking you." Jonathan said as he slid his index finger up and down her crack.

Thora gasped.

In the middle of that garden, on that soft patch of lush grass, surrounded by the rainbow of flowers she had never felt so fearful. She was scared. If spanking wasn't it, then what was? Was he...was he actually going to...?

Then her thoughts were interrupted when she felt her Master's warm tongue slide across her delicious pink star. Her heart skipped a beat and she almost forgot how to breathe. She felt his tongue slowly slither up, down, across and all around her asshole. Then it delved into her chute lovingly. He deeply plunged in and out scaring Thora speechless.

She didn't know weather to be scared, or excited.

Jonathan felt her ass tighten and it made his cock even harder. He quickly got up, spat in his hand and generously lubed up his member. Then without warning, he pressed his cock against her asshole and pushed.

Thora realized that this was it. Her biggest fear had come through. She looked up and felt the soft breeze blow against her face. The sound of the wind chimes echoed throughout the area. This was definitely not a place to be punished like that. So she screamed and cried out to stop him, but Jonathan was having none of that.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING UP!" He gritted as he grabbed hold of her sweet, curvy waist. With heavy force he slammed his dick up her ass.

Tears streamed out of Thora's eyes. She had never been in such a situation. She wriggled and pleaded but there was no way that he would give up. So that was it. Thora felt so incredibly full. There was no way to back down now, and then as he pounded almost brutally into her ass, she came to the shocking realization that she was no longer Thora now. She was forcefully now her Master's own. As she heard his deep moans and felt his thick cock plunge in and out deeply she knew that this was no longer punishment. Jonathan was enjoying the feeling of analy deflowering her, and the thought of that imeadeatly turned her on.

She was Thora Mae Wilson, Wife and slave to Master and husband Jonathan Draven Wilson.

She felt loved. And oddly enough through the pain, she loved him enough to submit every inch of herself to him.

"MASTER, Please—please I love you master. FUCK MY ASS!" Thora cried out.

Jonathan smiled in ecstasy. Her tight ass, her begging, and the fact that she was beginning to enjoy this made him grin with delight. Sure this was it, deflowering her anal virginity was turning into something great. He reached under and rested his hand on her abdomen, loving the fact that he could slightly feel his large cock prodding around in her insides as he slapped in and out. He felt her tighten up and decided that this was punishment enough.

With almost a lethal force, Jonathan's cock squirted out his load, shot after shot of his warm gooey cream made its way into Thora's tender ass. Thora felt it and gave in not fearing what would happen after. She felt an amazing orgasm rip through her body. Her moans and screams were so high pitched the residents down the road could've heard her. Love fluids gushed out of her pretty pussy.

Jonathan pulled out of her and with her arms feeling like jelly she plopped down on the grass.

Jonathan couldn't help but feel loved as he watched his beautiful slaves little body shiver from a few aftershocks as she lied there.

No words could be said as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms and carried her across the garden towards a sturdy but comfy hammock.

He gently laid her down, admiring her tender body. He laid down next to her closely.

She squirmed a little and blushed as she felt his cum begin to leak out of her asshole. She looked at Jonathan and giggled softly.

Jonathan almost felt bad. Granted Thora's ass must've been throbbing now but she was brave enough to take him.

The tree branches swayed in the cool spring air and the sun shined through almost as if its soft rays were setting themselves to shine only on Thora.

"Well...I guess we should get to that laundry..." Thora nervously said, breaking the peaceful silence.

Jonathan smirked. "At this point we don't need to worry about the clothes." He smiled placing a gentle kiss on her delicate lips.

Thora felt safe as he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you...master."

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