A naughty game in the woods

The girl’s week-long trip seemed to start in disaster when they arrived at their destination. Where they’d expected to find a calm, remote, quiet chalet hidden in the Belgian Ardennes, instead was a place surrounded by cars and work vans, with workers milling about, patching up what looked like recent damage.
The large, obvious focus of the workmen’s attention was the big tree that had crashed down through the chalet’s roof.
“Is that our house?” one of the girls asked.
Samantha groaned softly. She was sitting in the passenger’s seat of her friend’s van, Sophie beside her behind the wheel, and four more of their friends in the back. She’d been the one guiding them here through the narrow, winding streets through the woods, using her phone as a GPS. ”Yes,” she said, this was their destination.
An older woman quickly approached them when they stopped, and Samantha rolled down her window as she came up to her side of the car.
“Hey girls, is this the party of Samantha Barns?” she asked.
Samantha nodded, “That’s us,” the reservation had been under her name since she’d arranged most of the trip.
“I’m so sorry, I tried to reach you, but I couldn’t. As you can see, there’s been an accident with a tree due to last night’s heavy winds,” the woman explained.
Samantha frowned, feeling responsible since she’d booked this place, “So what does this mean?” she asked.
“Well, this place won’t be inhabitable for a while,” the woman replied, “I’ve been looking into some alternatives in case I couldn’t reach you in time. I’m assuming you don’t have anywhere you could stay tonight?”
Samantha shook her head, “No, we don’t know anyone around here.” They’d also already been on the road for over six hours, so returning home wasn’t an option either.
The woman nodded, “I do have a second chalet for you nearby, but that one was damaged by the storm as well, though not as severely. It should be ready tomorrow, I just need to find a place for you girls tonight. Let me make a phone call.”
Worried chatter filled the van as the woman turned away, the six friends nervously discussing what was going to happen next.
Moments later, the woman returned, “I can offer two options,” she said, “Just for tonight, tomorrow the other chalet should be repaired and then you can stay there – I will also of course compensate you for the first night.”
Samantha nodded, “What are the options for tonight?” she asked.
“Well, the chalet you reserved is one of the smaller ones, for six people. I have another larger house that can host up to twelve. It is however already occupied by another group. They are with six too, which means there should be room for all of you. It would be a bit crowded, but it’s for one night only. I called them and they seemed agreeable to host you girls for the night,” the woman explained.
Samantha frowned nervously. Sharing with another group? “And the other option?” she asked.
“I can set up some tents,” the woman said, “It wouldn’t be very comfortable, you’d be sleeping on the ground, but you wouldn’t have to share.”
Samantha hesitated, but already calls were coming from the back of the car to go to the bigger house. It might be just a chalet in the woods, but her friends had been expecting a certain level of luxury, none of them wanted to go camping in tents. “We’ll see if the other group wants to host us,” she confirmed to the woman.

They followed the woman’s car through the winding streets in the woods, until they arrived at another chalet, this one noticeably bigger than the first one they’d seen. There were three cars parked outside and the lights were on inside.
Nervously Samantha and the other girls got out of their car, following the woman to the front door. When she knocked, a young man about the same age as them, opened the door.
The door opened into a large living area, where a group of boys was seated on several seats and couches, holding beers, music playing in the background, all of them now looking at the new arrivals.
Samantha blushed nervously. She hadn’t anticipated that the group that would host them might be a bunch of guys their age, having a boys night out. The others behind her whispered hesitantly as well, or was it excitedly?
They followed the woman inside who introduced the groups to each-other and the young men quickly offered them all drinks. It wasn’t long until they were all seated with a beer of their own.
Samantha’s nerves slowly quieted down with the help of the alcohol and the music in the background. The guys were quite empathetic to their story of arriving at their destroyed vacation home and shared their own stories of holiday mishaps.
The evening progressed with laughter and drinking games, turning a disaster into an unexpectedly fun night. It was late in the evening when the two groups decided to split up and go to their beds.
The larger chalet had four bedrooms with three beds each and two bathrooms between them. The men emptied two of the rooms they’d been occupying for the night, giving the girls their own private rooms and bathroom.
None of the girls seemed very tired yet however, despite the long drive there, the fun evening had given them a second wave of energy. They all gathered in one of their rooms together, to whisper and gossip about the men, and to let the alcohol settle in their bellies before they went to sleep.
In their room, they continued the truth or dare game the boys had started, this time with a few more risky questions, such as: Which of the guys do you think is the cutest, or whose bed do you think this was?
When it was Samantha’s turn to pick, she was one of the first to select ‘dare’, and her friend had a naughty challenge for her: Go spy on the boys.
Of course, when the two groups had split up, the women had made it explicitly clear that they didn’t want the men to intrude on their privacy and come into their rooms. Which meant the opposite should be expected as well. Still, Samantha tiptoed into the hallway, silently making her way to the part of the house where the men’s bedrooms were located.
She stopped outside their doors and could hear that they hadn’t gone to sleep yet either. She couldn’t see anything, so instead she leaned in closely, placing her ear against the door, trying to eavesdrop on them.
Straining to hear what was happening on the other side, she didn’t notice the bathroom door opening behind her. “What are you doing?” a voice suddenly asked.
Samantha let out a surprised yelp, jumping at the sudden sound. She turned around, already feeling a deep blush coloring her face as she was caught. “Nothing,” she replied.
“Seems like you were eavesdropping,” the man replied. Jonathan, Samantha thought, trying to remember his name.
Samantha licked her lips nervously, “I wasn’t really,” she said, “Just pretending…”
The man raised an eyebrow, “Pretending to eavesdrop?” he asked.
Samantha nodded, “We were playing truth or dare, and I was dared to spy on you guys,” she explained, “But I wasn’t really trying.”
Jonathan chuckled, “Well I must say you’re very good at pretending…” he paused for a moment, “Perhaps you should come in with me and we’ll see if the others believe you.”
Samantha felt her blush darkening, “No, that’s alright,” she replied, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
The man grinned, he didn’t actually seem upset, despite the stern look on his face, he seemed more amused by her embarrassed reaction. “Well, then I suggest you quickly return to your room, and don’t come back here, or you’ll really be in trouble, young lady.”
Samantha nodded and rushed back to their side of the building. Her heart was racing, yet somehow not just because she’d been caught, something about the interaction made her feel naughty, and excited.
The girls finished their game shortly after she returned, and then split up into two groups into the two bedrooms. In her bed, Samantha found herself still thinking about Jonathan and his disapproving voice and his stern-sounding words.

The following morning, the men had provided breakfast while the women had taken turns using the bathroom to wash up. Several among them, in both groups, were holding their heads in their hands, or squinting their eyes to deal with last night’s alcohol consumption.
Not much later, the woman who had brought them here arrived with the good news that the second chalet had been fully repaired. The two groups said their goodbyes – Samantha seemed to notice at least one phone-number being exchanged – and then the women grabbed their belongings and followed her outside.
Their new home for the week wasn’t much further from the other two chalets they’d seen, it seemed almost identical to the smaller one they’d originally booked.
The woman once more apologized for the inconvenience they’d suffered, and then left them to enjoy their vacation.

The girls spent the next day unpacking, exploring the house and its direct vicinity. Their chalet was smaller than the boys’, but still had two separate bedrooms and a large sitting area.
In the evening, most of them had gotten into their comfy pj’s and gathered in the sitting area. Samantha however had spent all day trying to convince them to go for a walk in the woods around them, and when it seemed none of them wanted to join her, she decided to go by herself.
She didn’t plan on going far, just following the trail that started at their chalet towards the small lake she’d seen on the map on her phone. The sun was already setting, but the night was still warm
The woods here were beautiful, and the trial was calm and quiet. When Samantha reached the lake, she found a small fallen down trunk of a tree to sit down on, which had been obviously used for that same purpose many times before by other travellers. At the edge of the lake, away from the trees, she could look up at the sky. The sun had now fully set and the stars were visible, there were thousands of them, many more than she’d ever seen at once.
When she looked behind her, she could just barely see the chalet in the far distance, hidden among the trees. She was just thinking about what her friends were missing, when she noticed someone coming down the trail.
She waited, wondering which of her friends had decided to join her after all, until she realized that the silhouette approaching her was too broad-shouldered to be one of the girls. Suddenly nervous to be alone in the woods with a man, a stranger, late at night, she hid behind one of the trees.
When the man got closer however, she recognized him, it was Jonathan, one of the guys who had hosted them the night before, and the one who had caught her eavesdropping on them. Her nervousness suddenly turned into excitement.
“Hey,” she called, reappearing from behind the tree, “Fancy running into you here.”
Jonathan grinned, surprise in his eyes, “Samantha?” he asked, “I didn’t think I’d run into you again so quickly. You’re not spying on me again, are you?”
Samantha chuckled, “No, I got here first. Maybe you’re the one spying on me this time.”
Jonathan laughed in reply, “I’m just here for a late-night stroll,” he replied.
Samantha smiled, at least someone else seemed to enjoy the woods, she thought. “All by yourself?” she asked.
“Yeah, the others are watching football, but I’d rather be out here,” he replied.
“The girls didn’t want to come hiking with me either,” she replied.
Jonathan now moved past her and sat down on the tree trunk she’d been sitting on earlier, “Their loss,” he said, patting the trunk beside him to invite her to sit next to him.
Samantha sat down, though keeping a good arm’s length between them.
“So, is everything all right at the new house?” Jonathan asked.
Samantha nodded, “Yeah, pretty much as I’d expected when I booked this trip.”
Jonathan nodded as well, though then a short silence followed as neither of them knew what to talk about.
“No truth or dare with your friends tonight then?” he finally asked.
The young woman chuckled, “Nope, not getting into any more trouble today,” she replied, remembering Jonathan’s warning from the night before.
“We could play if you want,” Jonathan offered.
Samantha grinned, it could be fun, she thought, she was already feeling a bit naughty out here in the woods with a man she’d only just met, all alone. “Sure,” she said, “You start, truth or dare?”
Jonathan smiled, “Truth,” he replied.
“Are you really out here because your friends are watching sports and you’d rather go for a walk?” Samantha asked.
“Yes. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Were you really just pretending to be eavesdropping last night?”
Samantha giggled, “No, I guess I was actually trying. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“What were you thinking when you caught me?”
Jonathan chuckled, “I was surprised at first, and then amused by the naughty young lady in front of me,” he grinned, “You’re very cute when you blush by the way… Truth or dare?”
The young woman felt herself blushing again, but hoped it wasn’t visible in the dark. “Truth,” she replied.
“Do you like being naughty?”
Samantha giggled, she wasn’t sure what to answer, but she was feeling kinda excited right now, “Yes,” she replied. “Truth or dare, but remember, you can’t say truth more than three times in a row.”
“Dare,” Jonathan replied.
“Take off your shirt,” Samantha instructed.
The young man raised an eyebrow in surprise, but then grinningly pulled his shirt over his head. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing young lady,” he said, “You’re going to run out of truths as well.”
Samantha chuckled nervously, admiring the view of his bare chest and abs in the soft light of the moon and stars. “Truth,” she said quickly, before he could ask.
Jonathan thought about his next question for a while, “If in the next round, I were to dare you to come skinny dipping with me, would you do it?”
Samantha felt herself blushing again, looking away from him, at the lake, “I wouldn’t have a choice, would I? If it’s a dare…”
The man smiled, “Well you could forfeit the game…”
Samantha licked her lips, “My answer is… I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
Jonathan laughed, “That’s cheating.”
The young woman shook her head, “No it’s not, I really don’t know yet, it depends on how the rest of this game goes.”
The young man smiled, “Alright, then I choose truth next.”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
Jonathan licked his lips, weighing his options, “I’m wondering how I’m going to get you out of those clothes…”
Samantha’s mouth dropped open in mock surprise. She could feel the excitement building inside of her, especially as she mouthed the next word: “dare”, thinking she knew exactly what he was going to ask, after his last answer.
A sort of an evil glint appeared in Jonathan’s eyes, but then he tapped the tree trunk next to himself. “Come sit a bit closer to me,” he said.
Surprised, but delighted, Samantha moved closer to him, pushing her hip against his as she sat down as close to him as she could. “Truth, or dare?” she asked.
“Truth,” Jonathan chose again.
Samantha licked her lips, “If you could do anything you wanted to me right now, what would you do?”
The man paused for a long time on this question, really thinking about it before he spoke, “I’d put you across my knee and give you a firm, bare bottom spanking.”
Samantha’s mouth dropped open, in real surprise this time, “What?” she asked.
Jonathan grinned, “Isn’t that what naughty girls deserve? When they go eavesdropping on people?”
Samantha giggled, unable to control her surprised reaction, though part of her was inexplicably aroused by the proposal. “I thought you wanted to go skinny dipping,” she said.
“That would be fun too,” the man replied, “But you asked me anything I wanted.”
Samantha bit her lower lip, a bit nervous, this stranger she just met might be more dangerous than she’d thought, but her arousal still had the upper hand. “Truth,” she said, knowing it was her turn.
“Would you agree that what you did was naughty, and you deserve a punishment?”
Samantha paused for a moment, “Maybe,” she replied.
Jonathan chuckled, “No, no more half-answers, yes or no.”
Samantha bit her lip again, “Yes.”
The man laid his hand on her leg. She’d come outside in her shorts for her walk, so now she could feel his warm hand on the bare skin of her thighs.
“Truth or dare,” she quickly said, before he could do anything more.
“Dare,” Jonathan replied, his voice deep, really daring her to push him.
Samantha could feel her heart racing, deeply aroused by their late night conversation and flirting, alone in the woods. “Punish me,” she said.
The man grinned and then grabbed her hand, “Alright, get across my knee, young lady.”
The young woman’s entire body tingled with anticipation as she let the man pull her across his lap. The fallen tree trunk was low to the ground and both her hands and feet rested on the mossy ground as she lay across his knee.
She closed her eyes when she could suddenly feel the intimate touch of his hand on her bottom, and she asked herself what she was getting herself into.
Then Jonathan spanked her, his hand landed firmly across her shorts.
Again and again, he raised his arm and aimed it at her backside, the muffled sound suddenly loud in the silent forest.
Samantha bit her lips, trying to hold back her excitement, questioning why this was so hot, why she was so turned on by being pulled over a man’s lap for a spanking in the middle of the woods.
It didn’t hurt much, her shorts offered ample protection, there was just a little bit of sting as a reminder that this was supposed to be a punishment. It was more about the embarrassment of letting herself be punished like this, submitting to a man like this. But then again, she wasn’t embarrassed at all, instead she felt naughty and excited, and hot.
“I don’t feel like I’m getting through to you,” Jonathan said, “Perhaps we should take these off,” and he started pulling on her shorts, not with enough force to actually pull them down, but to make his intentions clear.
Samantha could feel herself blushing, flustered by the idea of letting him bare her bottom for her punishment, but deeply aroused as well. She arched her back, aiding him by lifting herself off his lap so that he could pull down her shorts.
Samantha’s blush deepened, she’d expected to at least keep some of her dignity with her panties still on, but when the tight-fitting shorts came down, they took her panties down with them.
Her bottom now completely bared, she couldn’t help but moan softly from arousal when Jonathan placed his hand, intimately on her naked bottom.
He raised his arm again, and then continued her punishment.
The young woman gasped in surprise as without the protection of her clothes, the smacks across her behind were suddenly much more hot and painful. She squirmed when the sting quickly built into a searing, tingling pain across her behind.
Again and again Jonathan spanked her bare bottom, her buttocks bouncing under the impact of his hand. The sound of her chastisement sounded even louder in the silent night, and Samantha could only hope that it wouldn’t be heard all the way back at the chalet. Then her own moans and soft squeals joined the sound of Jonathan’s hand connecting with her bottom as the pain in her poor backside increased.
“Oww, that’s enough,” she protested, “You fulfilled your dare…”
The man paused for a moment, gently, almost lovingly, rubbing her throbbing backside, “Are you sure?” he asked, “I don’t think you’ve really been punished yet.”
Samantha blushed, sure her bottom hurt, but she felt horny and excited, not punished. “I’ll be a good girl,” she replied.
“I know you will,” the man replied, his hand now rubbing her backside more firmly, threateningly.
“I won’t do it again,” Samantha said, arching her back, pushing her bottom eagerly into his hand.
“I’ll make sure you won’t,” Jonathan replied, squeezing her backside firmly, and then he raised his hand.
Samantha squealed when he continued her punishment, loudly this time, the sound echoing across the lake as his hand rained down on her backside, harder and faster than before.
She yelped and moaned, squirmed and kicked her feet against the forest floor as the man set her bottom on fire.
The young woman whimpered and mewled, wondering why she’d dared him to do this, why she’d wanted him to continue even after it already hurt.
Then finally he stopped again. He once again gently, playfully caressed her naked behind. “Truth or dare?” he asked.
Samantha blushed, quickly considering the implications of continuing their game now, especially as she still lay across his lap, with her bare red bottom on display. “Truth,” she replied.
“Are you a naughty girl who likes getting punished, Samantha?” he asked.
The young woman blushed. She’d never honestly thought about that, sure she’d had some kinky fantasies, but never assumed they’d be more than ideas in her head. As she lay there however, thinking about his question, feeling his hand on her backside, occasionally moving down to her thighs and coming teasingly close to the wet, hot, aroused area between her legs, the answer was obvious. “Yes,” she replied.
“Dare,” Jonathan said without her needing to ask, as if daring her to ask him to continue.
Samantha licked her lips, “Use your hands,” she said, she could feel him squeezing her bottom, ready to continue her punishment, “To make me cum.”
Jonathan paused in surprise, and then chuckled. He continued caressing her throbbing red bottom, and then slowly let his fingers slide between her legs.
Samantha moaned deeply when she felt him pushing his fingers between her lips, finding her engorged clit and then pushing his thumb into her pussy, arched to find the most sensitive spot.
She groaned deeply as the man who had just punished her, now pleasured her as she lay across his lap. Then suddenly, a sharp pain blossomed across her bottom. His left hand, the one he’d placed on her lower back to hold her down during her punishment, now aimed at her red behind. “What was that for?” she asked.
She grunted as another smack landed, while his other hand eagerly fucked her pussy. “You wanted me to make you cum,” the man replied, “And since you’re a naughty girl who likes to be punished,” another smack across her bottom echoed through the woods, “I thought this would help.”
It did help, Samantha moaned deeply, even hornier than before, as Jonathan spanked her poor bottom and pleasured her at the same time.
It wasn’t long before she could no longer discern pain from pleasure, all of it just mixing together in one hot, horny sensation. Her body was trembling while she lay across his lap, her back arched to push up her bottom into his punishing hand while rocking wildly back and forth while the other fucked her.
She screamed, not caring if anyone back at the chalet might hear, the orgasm taking control, her body shaking with pleasure.
Later, Jonathan caressed her naked bottom, slowly, gently, giving her time to catch her breath. “Truth or dare,” he asked.
Samantha chuckled, were they still playing that game? Then again, she’d had all the fun so far… “Dare,” she said, hoping she could now return the favor.
The man paused for a while, only his hand on her bottom still active as he thought about what he should ask of her. “Now that I’ve seen what a naughty girl you can be,” he finally said, “I’d like to find out if you can be a good girl too.” He squeezed her bottom, “Get off my lap, on your knees, and suck my cock.”
Samantha blushed, but then eagerly slid off his lap, kneeling on the mossy ground by his feet. She hungrily unbuttoned his pants, his erect cock jumping out at her.
“Stick out your bottom for me,” Jonathan said, “So that I have something nice to look at.”
The young woman chuckled, remembering the magnificent view of the lake behind her and the moon and stars reflected on its surface, yet this man preferred the view of her bare, red behind. With him sitting on that low fallen tree, she had to bend down deeply to take him into her mouth, so she pushed her bottom up as high as she could, giving him the view he required.
Eagerly she sucked on his cock, showing him that she could be a good girl too. She was quickly rewarded with grunts and soft moans of pleasure. She didn’t give him any respite, just like he’d had no mercy for her. She bobbed her head up and down, urging him on, until with a deep growl and a burst of hot semen in her mouth, he climaxed. She swallowed it all, licking every last drop from the tip of his cock.
Samantha smiled, as she watched him close his eyes, breathing heavily. She got up and quickly pulled up her shorts, wincing softly as they fit snugly over her spanked bottom.
When Jonathan opened his eyes again, he tucked himself back into his trousers and then smiled at her. “Are we still playing?” he asked.
The young woman chuckled, “Well you haven’t asked me to go skinny-sipping yet,” she replied, “But it’s your turn first, truth or dare?”
The man smiled, “Dare,” he said as if to prove to her that he still had enough stamina to keep going.
Samantha bit her lip, she had an idea to end this game with a satisfying suggestion. “Meet me back here tomorrow evening,” she said, “Same time, same place.”
Jonathan grinned, “Alright, I’ll see you then,” he replied.