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She sat between his legs, feeling his semi erect dick pushing into her back as he began to wash her hair. Jackson took his time making sure that Charlotte was clean and when he was satisfied, he allowed her to return the favor. Charlotte really enjoyed washing Jackson's skin down with the cloth because she got to admire his muscular body at the same time. She moved the swatch of material over his pumped biceps and then across his broad chest and slowly down his firm abdomen. She took him all in with her hungry eyes and then looked up at him trying to see what he was planning.
"No Babydoll." He answered, shaking his head in response to her silent question. "You need your sleep. We have lots to do tomorrow before we leave. I'm still not convinced that you are going to be able to keep up with Daddy."
The comment was innocent and hadn't been meant to hurt her feelings, after all she had seen the smirk cross his lips immediately, even as he uttered it. But Charlotte was incensed nonetheless. She knew Jackson saw the defiance flash across her eyes, but she held her tongue and so he said nothing.
Charlotte woke up several hours later, tangled again in her Daddy's limbs. She quickly slipped from his clasp and walked out of their bedroom and into the Great Room of the cabin. Glancing out the window she could just see the sun beginning to peak over the horizon of the lake. She hadn't slept well. Her mind had refused to rest and as she moved into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for Jackson and a cup of tea for herself, she caught a glimpse of her hiking gear that had been all packed up by Jackson and was now resting near the backdoor of the cabin.
The plan materialized into her head within a hairsbreadth. She would show her Daddy just how capable she was and just how well he had trained her.
Charlotte knew that Jackson prided himself on his tracking abilities. It had been one of the many skills that he had excelled at when he had gone through his military training and he had only enhanced his skills when he had been out on his adventures and he was hunting for sustenance. So despite the obvious advantage that she would have by leaving before he woke up, once he realized that she had gone, he should have no problem catching up to her, even if she did plan on using every skill he had taught her to evade him. She rationalized that if he managed to catch her before nightfall, she would have to accept any punishment that he dealt out to her. But she wanted something from Jackson and this might be the perfect opportunity to earn it.
Charlotte hastily scribbled out a note, explaining her intentions to Jackson and then grabbed her pack and was out the door, jogging into the woods. She headed off in the direction of the most challenging terrain, hoping that it would be the last place that Jackson would think that she had gone, knowing that most people always choose the path of least resistance. After only ten minutes out from the cabin, Charlotte's thighs started to burn as the ground steadily rose up around the base of the mountains. Luckily Charlotte knew where she wanted to end up. Jackson had once told her about a very small but deep lake that rested between the mountains. It was fed by a mountain stream and he had discovered it by accident. She knew that it would be a push to get to the lake by dusk but Charlotte was determined and so she picked up her pace and the burn in her legs increased.
Jackson
Jackson woke up to the smell of freshly made coffee and found himself in an empty bed. Charlotte's spot in their bed was already cold, and so he figured that she must have already been up for a while. He shook his head ruefully, knowing that she was going to be tired when they left later today. Shuffling out of their bedroom, he walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup and then added the cream and sugar before taking a large gulp. He noticed that Charlotte was not occupying her usual morning spot on the old but plush couch he had placed across from the fireplace. The embers still burned low from the fire that he had started last night to warm the cabin up to a comfortable temperature for sleeping. He wondered briefly why she hadn't stoked the fire back to life when she woke up and then he walked over to the bathroom, expecting to see her sitting at the vanity brushing her hair or putting on the light makeup she wore. When Jackson discovers that the bathroom is also empty, he is gripped by a momentary panic.
"Charlotte?" He yells out questioningly to the empty air of the cabin.
Jackson's mind immediately kicks into overdrive when after several seconds, he hears nothing. He calls out to her again, as he starts to rapidly move around the cabin looking twice in the places he's already been, but still convinced that he must have somehow missed her. Then out of the corner of his eye he notices a piece of paper, stuck to the back door and at the same time he realizes that her gear pack is also missing.
Jackson can feel his blood start to boil as he reads over Charlie's hastily scribbled note, informing him that she has challenged him to track her down before the sun sets. Jackson gets dressed and is out of the cabin door within five minutes, grabbing his pack on his way. Anger courses through him as her defiance finally hits him and he is determined to find her and drag her back to the cabin by her hair for a serious attitude adjustment.
Jackson had rarely felt the need to physically restrain Charlotte before this moment, having surmised that she was usually easily restrained simply by her need to please him. Jackson had also been fairly lenient with his punishments, even when she had done something that he had clearly told her was against the rules, he usually chose a repercussion which had simply denied her from the pleasure that she desperately desired. Now, he was regretting only using spankings in a 'fun'-ishment form. His Babydoll was obviously more willful than he had assumed.
Charlotte
Charlie was making good time as far as she could tell. Her legs had eventually gotten used to the pace that she had set and when she looked up at the mid-morning sun, she knew that Jackson had almost definitely found her note by now and depending on how long it had taken for him to deduce in which direction she was travelling, he was most likely hot on her heels. But the longer that she walked through the quiet and solitary woods, the more her unease grew. Charlotte began to feel the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, and as the overwhelming fear that someone was right behind her started to rot her paranoid mind, she tried to move with more stealth through the underbrush. She knew that the fall leaves that littered the ground were probably helping to hide her trail from Jackson but they were also causing each one of her steps to be very noisy as she crushed them below her booted feet.
When the noon day sun had risen high above her head, Charlie began to feel more confident again. She had made it halfway through the day without being found and the terrain was getting rockier now, and more solid and she was making much better time because she had finally passed through the denser patch of the woods. When she was forced to run across a highly visible open expanse of space, Charlotte had been too busy looking around and keeping an eye out for an ambush, and she had misjudged a jump over a fallen tree and had accidently let out a loud yelp as she went crashing down. The yell had escaped from her mouth by pure instinct and Charlie froze on the ground and cursed herself out, as she listened to the wilderness around her and rubbed the dirt from her knees and hands.
She had been about to get up when she heard the snap of a stick in the distance. Frozen again, she had held her breath and strained her ears to try and confirm if it was just an animal or if Jackson had finally caught up to her. Within moments she had her answer and his voice had come echoing across the rocks.
"Charlotte." Jackson's voice called out sternly. "I know that was you. I heard you scream. You are never going to make it till nightfall Babydoll. Come out now, come to Daddy on your knees and you might be able to convince me that you are sorry and that your punishment shouldn't be too severe."
Charlie's heart had pounded loudly in her chest. She could hear the anger tainting Jackson's words and then the understanding of what she had done hit her suddenly, and she knew that running off like she had, could only be viewed as a huge betrayal of the trust that they had built together. She thought about standing up right then and crawling towards his voice, as he had suggested, but she knew that it was already too late and she had come too far to stop now. The only way she could salvage the damage she had done, was to end this by creating her own apology and then she would probably still have to endure any punishments that Jackson would choose but at least she could be comforted by the fact that she might have earned his respect, at least a little.
With her head already swimming full of ideas on how she could apologize for her actions, Charlotte whipped her head around desperately looking for a place to hide. Jackson wouldn't have stopped moving when he had heard her scream, nor would he have stopped to call out to her. He was most likely closing the gap even now. The woods closest to her were sparse and would not offer her any coverage. But if she doubled back the way she had just come, she could hide in the dense brush and hopefully Jackson would pass her by and she would have time to solidify a new plan. Eventually, he would realize that he had lost her trail and he would retrace his own steps. The decision was made and she bolted from her spot behind the fallen tree and closed the space between her and the dense copse of trees as fast as her feet would carry her.
Charlotte laid in the sunken bowl of earth in the center of a cluster of bushes for well over an hour. She had heard Jackson pass by this spot, but it had been impossible to gauge how close he had come to discovering her because she hadn't dared to raise her head and she had closed her eyes in an effort to focus and quiet her breathing. Lying on the cold ground had sapped what strength she had left and when the adrenaline of encountering Jackson had subsided, her muscles had protested loudly, strained from the rapid pace she had forced earlier in the day. At this point all Charlotte wanted to do was give in and call out for Jackson to come and find her. But she knew that Jackson was mad and she figured that she might be able to put out some of the fire in Jackson's ire, it was a long shot, but it was all she had left. When she had finally risen from her hiding spot, the sun was already rapidly descending towards the horizon and she realized that she needed to move quickly if she was going to set up her apology before she was surrounded by utter darkness.
Jackson
It was the smell of smoke that had first alerted Jackson to the fact that Charlotte had stopped moving and had built a fire. He had already been doubling back, towards the fallen tree where he had seen that she had stumbled. He had been moving forward from that location for about an hour without a clue and when he had realized that he had guessed incorrectly on her direction, he had begun to move back. Dusk had arrived and the glow of her campfire in the distance beckoned to him.
When he stepped out of the trees and into the clearing where Charlie was waiting for him, his breath was knocked out of him in astonishment. She had not only built a fire, but she had also set up their tent, stockpiled enough firewood for the night and was waiting for him naked and kneeling in submission. Her arms were up, fingers locked behind her head, her ass rested on her heels, her toes were flexed and digging into the dirt. Resting on the ground beside her were two of his most wicked tools for pain, a thick leather Scottish Tawse and a rattan cane. When she heard him clear his throat, her eyes snapped open and he saw the fear in them, followed by what he could only describe as intense repentance. When he saw her chest heave and the light of the fire glint off of the tears as they sprang from her eyes, his anger evaporated.
Charlotte
Charlie had known that Jackson was going to be angry. She had even thought that she had adequately prepared herself to meet that anger and face up to it. But when she had opened her eyes, she had expected to see the familiar steely gaze which usually occupied his eyes when she had done something to deserve his wrath. But the look that she saw in his eyes now, was an alien one to her.
It was black and it was primal.
And if she had thought that she had tasted fear before this moment, she was dead wrong. All at once the memory flooded her mind and she remembered seeing this look only once before. When Jackson had still been her patient, she had caught a glimpse of it, as its shadow had crossed over his eyes while he had finally been divulging all of his darkest secrets to her. In those moments, he had been so torn between his duty and his beliefs and each time he had been forced to make a decision to act that had ultimately saved his brothers lives but sacrificed others. Keeping his fellow marines and brothers in arms alive was a decision that Jackson would have made a hundred times over and would never be something that Jackson would have regretted, but he had never realized until after he had returned home, how those demons would haunt him regardless.
Regret and humility washed over Charlotte when she realized the depths of what she had done to Jackson and how much he must be hurting for him to see her through those shadows. She was not able to hold back the swell of emotion, her chest had felt like it was going to burst, and she didn't want to break down and sob, because she understood now that she had been wrong. But the tears had still spilled down her cheeks and her body had shaken as she held it in her position of submission, and refused to collapse into a ball and cry like a whimpering child in the soft dirt.
"Oh Babydoll."
Charlotte heard Jackson's voice crack and she saw the anger vanish as his eyes cleared, returning once again to the steel that she was used to. The swirling storm cloud of energy surrounding him dissipated and he slowly walked towards her, deliberately taking each step with a caution that he would have reserved for an animal that he was sure would flee at any second. When Jackson had dropped down onto his knees in the soft ground before her, he had reached out his hand and brushed the rolling tears from her cheek.
"Don't ever do that to me again." Jackson gritted out.
Charlotte lowered her eyes and head in a silent assent and when he didn't move or add anything else, she knew that he was waiting to hear her speak the words.
"I am so sorry Daddy." Charlotte whispered through the gasping sobs that racked her frame. "I was wrong. I could try to explain, but ultimately...I was just wrong. Please forgive me Jackson."
Jackson stood then, rising up from the dirt and towering over his Babydoll. Putting out his hand he had made her pass him the Tawse and he had her rise up from her knees and walk over to a large boulder that stood on the perimeter of the clearing. Charlotte knew which position to take, she stood with her feet slightly farther apart than her hips and bent down from her waist, pushing her arms out in front of her to steady herself with the rock.
After their first time together in Charlotte's office, Jackson had slowly introduced her to all of the things which she had never really encountered in any of her previous relationships. Charlotte had discovered that she enjoyed getting spanked and disciplined by Jackson in a variety of forms, especially because it was usually followed up by hours of sex and then he would just hold her and stroke her hair, until they both drifted off. However, when Jackson had shown her and demonstrated all the tools which he could use, two had stood out from the rest as particularly painful. The Tawse was the worst and Charlotte had picked it and the cane out from her pack while she had been setting up their camp, because she knew that they would be a symbol to Jackson of just how seriously she was attempting to repent.
When the first crack of the split leather hit her naked ass, Charlotte bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The heat of the red welt which rose up from her milky skin, felt even worse in the cooling night air. Jackson landed five solid blows before he stopped and ran his palm gently across her swelling bottom. Charlotte whimpered and felt her legs start to shake as the pain endorphins pulsed through her. When Jackson moved his hand back away from her, Charlotte braced herself for more blows. He landed five more in quick succession and then dropped the Tawse to the ground.
"Don't move Babydoll." Jackson spoke to her as he moved away and towards her gear pack.
When he returned, Charlotte could see the spool of rope dangling from his closed hand. Jackson moved up next to where Charlotte had placed her hands on the boulder and began to bind her wrists. Once her arms were bound together at both the wrists and the elbows, Jackson pulled her from her spot and walked her towards a massive oak tree. He stood her in front of him, her back to the tree and flung the remaining rope overhead so that it fell across a tree branch, he then pulled the rope, raising Charlotte's arms straight above her head and backing her raw ass into the gnarly bark of the ancient oak.
Charlotte looked at Jackson as he moved away from her, his arousal was obvious. She could see his erection straining in his pants and a wet spot made by his pre-cum was growing larger with every passing second. He stripped quickly, shedding his clothes into a messy pile at his feet and then moved forward again grabbing the rope. He pushed his body into hers, pressing her delicate flesh into the bark and Charlotte winced. As he did so, Jackson also began to pull down on the rope until Charlotte was straining on her tiptoes to try and relieve the stretch in her shoulders. Jackson watched her struggle for a moment and then spoke.
"Put your legs around me Babydoll. Open up and let Daddy inside you."
As she wrapped her first leg around Jackson, resting it just above his ass, she whimpered from the pain of the bark scraping against her and gasped as Jackson pushed the head of his cock against her clit. Her sex was coated in creamy juices, the result of her punishment which had aroused her highly despite the pain it had caused.
"But the tree hurts, Daddy." Charlotte whispered.
Jackson didn't answer right away. Instead he wrapped the rope around his wrist until it was snug and then her grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her remaining leg from the ground. As his fingers dug into the welted flesh of her ass, he pushed his cock into her waiting cunt.
"Oh God, It hurts, It hurts!" Charlotte cried out as Jackson began to pump into her.
Each thrust pushed her naked back into the tree, while his fingers dug harder into her buttocks and the strain on her shoulders increased. Jackson continued to move his hips and began to kiss Charlotte, muffling her protests with his mouth. When he increased the rhythm of his penetration, drilling deep into his Babydoll, her moans of pain quickly began to change into moans of pleasure. As they did, Charlotte pulled her mouth from his and started to whisper into Jackson's ear.
"Oh God, I need you Daddy. Please don't stop. I won't ever leave you again. I'm Yours. Just please don't stop. Ohhh Fuck."
Jackson could only grunt in response to her words. Her pussy was clenching around his shaft and Charlotte could feel his cock swelling in preparation for his orgasm. He didn't wait for her to get close enough to cum herself, he slammed in and out of her like an animal until she felt his seed spilling into her womb and she heard his guttural cry ring out into the night.
