Cabin Break-In

Marigold was in shock. This stranger had just basically raped her in revenge for her breaking and entering and vandalizing his home, but she actually enjoyed it. She realized that he had broken her willfulness, as that was the best sex she ever had. She wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring. They fell asleep in each other's arm, with passion still smoldering in them as they slept.

When she woke up, he was cooking breakfast, and she got the strange thought that this guy was a very considerate rapist and psychopath.

"When do you think you can drive me back to try to find my car?"

"We are not going anywhere. I value my time here, which you so rudely interrupted. Since I have decided to not have you arrested, and you don't seem like a bad person, I am going to let you stay the weekend and we will find your car Sunday on the way back to the city. I don't want to waste half the day getting you to your car and coming back here."

"So, are you going to rape me all weekend? That was terrible what you did to me last night." She was hoping he would say yes.

"No, I think you have learned your lesson. I think you enjoyed it as much as I did though, but we are even now. That was the best sex I ever had with someone even though it happened due to unfortunate circumstances. You would be a great catch for anyone if you could just get your act together."

"You really think I am good in bed?" she replied, with her head looking down at the floor. "What were you planning to do today?"

"I was planning to go to the pond across the meadows and do some fishing. I have an extra pole that my late father got me for my birthday. You have to be careful with it though. It means a lot to me." They packed a picnic lunch and she put on a pair of his ex-girlfriend's jeans and a top and headed to the pond. They enjoyed fishing and talking about their friends and family, but he again avoided all talk about work, as he didn't want her to know who he was.

While they were talking, Marigold's pole bent, and he told her to gently reel in the fish but let the fish go if the pole bent too much so it wouldn't break. But soon a large fish got on the hook, bending the pole sharply and she got impatient and pulled hard on the pole, losing her balance, and she fell forward into the water and landed on the pole, breaking it in half.

Ted became angry and sad at the same time that she broke this sentimental keepsake. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the water. He marched her over to where the picnic basket was at the edge of the woods. Her jeans and top were soaked, and he could see her pointy nipples through the thin material.

"Take off your top and turn around."

"Why? You're scaring me. I didn't mean to break your fishing pole."

"You never mean to do any of the thoughtless things you do. Now take off your top and turn around and stand against that tree."

She slowly pulled the top over her head and his mouth started watering. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one this weekend. He really liked her as a person, but she needed another lesson in personal responsibility.

He got a length of rope from his fishing gear and tied it to one of her wrists, then looped it around the tree and tied it to the other wrist. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.

"What are you doing?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"What your parents should have done to you growing up when you did thoughtless things." She heard a whooshing sound as he struck her ass with a half of the broken fishing pole.

"Oow, that hurts" she screamed. "Please don't hit me again."

He didn't listen and hit her again and again with the pole, painting her ass with red and purple stripes, as she whimpered and cried.

"Please. I'm sorry I broke the fishing pole. Please stop. Is there any other way you can punish me?"

He put down the fishing pole and went to the picnic basket and got out some butter, as she waited nervously. He came over to her and slowly rubbed the butter into her asshole.

"Please don't fuck me up the ass. I'm begging you. I don't like anal sex. It hurts me. My asshole is too small."

"Well I am going to stretch it out for you." She heard the sound of his zipper and felt his fingers gently opening up her anal cavity. He entered her and she thought she would scream out, but he popped his cock quickly in and it was a strange but good feeling. He also loved the feeling of her tight cavity milking his cock. Her ass was also a perfect fit for his penis and as he stroked in and out of her, her tight ass milked him until his balls couldn't take it anymore. She again did not want to admit to him how good it felt and had a shuddering but silent orgasm as his cum flooded her bowels. After he untied her from the tree, he said with a cold voice, "now pull your pants up and let's go back to the cabin."

He felt bad that he took her ass against her will, but she needed a lesson. He made them both dinner and they ate quietly. She asked if she could take a shower, and he lit a fire in the large fireplace while she bathed and rinsed his cum out of her ass.

She came out of the bathroom completely naked. "I am so sorry about your fishing pole. I don't know why I am so careless. I loved our talk and I really like you. I don't need to be forced to do anything you want. I want to give myself to you completely."

She walked over to the rug in front of the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. "Please take me. I want you to want me as much as I want you."

Ted took off his clothes and got down behind her and started licking her pussy, eventually working his way up to lick her tiny rosebud. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her slit and gently pushed in. He knew he was starting to fall for this innocent but willful woman. He reached under her and massaged her small breasts as he rocked back and forth. He quickly rolled her over and looked in her eyes. "I want to see your face when you cum. Don't hide your pleasure from me anymore. I think you are a wonderful person. I know you don't mean any harm." He pushed into her and kissed her with a passion he never felt with anyone before, as they both came.

After they recovered, they made love again and then fell asleep in front of the fire. As the sun rose, she woke up and whispered in his ear, "what do you have planned for me today?"

"Well my plan was to go hunting for deer. We need to have a quick breakfast and get going."

"Hunting for deer? Doesn't sound very romantic. But I was the one who intruded on your weekend, so it only fair that I do what you want to do. What outfit should I wear?"

He handed her camouflage pants and a jacket, as she looked at him strangely. She was hoping if she didn't screw up today, he would give her some more good loving tonight before they headed back to the city early Monday morning.

They went out to the woods and he gave her a rifle so he could show her how to hunt. She listened intently but was afraid of being trusted with a loaded weapon. They crouched behind a large fallen tree log. He had a few shots he could take at a couple of deer, but they were a little too far away. He told her to not take any shots since she was inexperienced. But she got excited when she saw a deer walk by very close and before he could stop her, she raised the rifle and fired, but it kicked back and the shot grazed the arm of his jacket, putting a hole in his favorite jacket and almost putting a hole in his arm.

"You're a stupid woman!" he screamed. You could have killed me and killed yourself. Is there never any end to your foolishness?"

"I'm sorry, please don't beat and fuck my ass again. I try to not be so impulsive. I can't help it. Please forgive me."

Ted wasn't hearing any more excuses. "Get your pants down now and lean over this log right now."

She reluctantly unzipped the camouflage pants and pulled them down to her ankles. She leaned over the large fallen tree log and waited for whatever he was going to do. She was scared, not wet between her legs like she was during past punishments.

She heard the sound of his zipper and heard him spit on his hand. He rubbed the spit on his cock and said, "this is going to hurt me to do have to do this more than it is going to hurt you." He drove into from behind in one thrust, spearing her pussy with his cock like a hot poker.

She cried out, "it hurts, it hurts, please take it out."

He wouldn't though and just kept hate fucking her pussy as it got red and sore. He finally emptied into her in a businesslike manner as she sobbed.

"Now pull your pants up and let's go home."

She walked back to the cabin with him, thinking that he now hated her forever. He felt he could never teach her how to not be a screw up. When they got to the cabin, he felt a little remorseful again. She could be so smart and mature then suddenly act like a reckless child. They had dinner and she again apologized and changed into her pajamas.

They went on the porch. He had changed into blue jeans and a flannel shirt and she couldn't believe how great he looked and how much she was falling for him, even with the punishments, and how much she hated screwing up all the time.

They sat in the matching rocking chairs he had made himself and she had fun rocking back and forth. He got nervous though. "Please don't rock back too far, you could break the chair." She didn't listen though and rocked faster and faster until the chair hit the wall of the house and one of the rocker legs cracked.

"You ridiculous woman. I don't know how else to make you be more careful."

She glared at him and lost control and screamed, "I shot the rifle on purpose to make you mad, because I like when you force me to have sex. It makes me feel like you are attracted to me. I broke your rocker on purpose too."

"You are crazy woman. Don't you know how much I want to be with you after this weekend? There is so much good about you. I can forgive you for being a little irresponsible at times. You are truly an intellectual who sometimes does not have common sense. But I am falling in love with you. You don't need to misbehave for me to want me to have sex with you.

She smiled at him sweetly. "So, you are not going to punish me?"

"I didn't say that. You ruined my chance to bag a buck larger than I have ever gotten before. You almost killed me playing your game to provoke me to dominate you. You broke one of rocking chairs."

He grabbed her arm and led her towards the barn next to the house. "Hey, where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you to the barn where I hang and dress the deer that I hunt."

"Are you a serial killer? Is this where they are going to find me disemboweled on a meat hook?" she pleaded with him with a terrified look.

"No, I am not a serial killer. Just a man with the girl of his dreams, trying to teach her to not be a nightmare."

As they went in the barn, she saw the meat hook hanging from the rafters and was afraid this was the end for her.

"Please don't do this."

"Take off the pajamas."

She slowly took off the pajamas but pleaded with him, "let me go and I will never tell anyone what you did to me this weekend."

"What I did to you? It is more like what you did to me."

He got rope and tied her wrist together and hung her on the meat hook. He hoisted her arms up slowly with a chain and pulley until her toes were barely touching the ground and her arms started aching.

"Are you going to kill me now?"

"If you mean kill you with pleasure, yes."

He started sucking on her nipples, alternating between the two and then kissed his way down her flat stomach to her bald pussy and slowly licked it. She started moaning with pleasure and didn't care if he noticed.

"Please, please let me down. I can't feel my arms anymore."

He took off his clothes and stood in front of her. He picked her legs up to wrap them around his waist and he pushed into her hard as she screamed in ecstasy. She was the perfect height for her to bounce up and down on his cock as he impaled her, and she held onto him for dear life.

"I am not going to let you cum until you make me some promises. Are you going to stop breaking my shit?"

"Yes, please let me cum."

"Are you going to stop being self-centered?"

"Yes, please let me cum."

"Are you going to stop being impulsive and reckless?"

"Yes, please let me cum."

"Are you going to stay with me after this weekend forever?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried as she came in convulsions, with her long legs wrapped around his waist, as he emptied his seed deep into her womb.

"Well now that we got that straight, let's go and have a drink by the fire. We are going back to the city in the morning.

They snuggled on the couch next to the fireplace, drinking his finest bourbon, which she didn't need to steal this time, and stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

He looked at her slyly and said, "I didn't want you to know my name and what I did for work, since I kind of kidnapped you and raped you all weekend."

"Well, I didn't want to tell you my name or where I worked either, since I had committed several felonies against you and thought you might want to forget about me any way after all the bad things I did to you."

"I could never forget someone like you," he said slightly sarcastically. You are so smart, beautiful and sweet."

She blushed at him. "Really?"

"Yes, but you do have some bad habits we need to work on."

"I know."

"By the way, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a book editor."

He looked at her with shock. "Really? I am an author. I write many technical and historical books, but occasionally romance novels."

"What a coincidence. What are the titles of some of the romance novels?"

"I just got one published called A Perfect Match."

She looked back at him in shock. "You're kidding? I was the editor on that novel. They wouldn't let me talk to the author because he was using a pen name, so the public doesn't get confused with his more serious work. I thought Rod Steele sounded kind of made up and corny for an author name. The novel was very good though. The character had a lot of passion."

"That was the passion in me that existed just in my fiction novels before I met you.

"Well now that we can let each other know who we really are, what is your name?" Steve asked.

"Marigold Locks."

"That is a very unusual name."

"It was kind of an inside joke between my parents because when they saw the look in my eyes when I was born, they thought I might grow up to be a mischievous girl."

"Why would that name be an inside joke?"

Marigold looked at him hesitantly and replied, "because when I would be bad, they would use a nickname for me about my light blonde hair color."

"What was the nickname?"

"Goldie Locks."

"Your parents have a warped sense of humor, but great insight. You certainly like to break people's stuff and you don't show much impulse control." She looked at him shyly. He now knew why she behaves the way she does sometime and wasn't mad anymore. She was just born this way.

"What is your name?" Marigold asked.

"Well, my parents could tell by my height and weight when I was born that I would be a tall Norwegian man."

"They also named me so they could have an inside joke between them whenever I would get mad, which was quite often. My name is Ted Bear."

"Let me guess, your nickname is Teddy Bear?"

"You got it," he replied with a loud laugh.

"Teddy, from this point forward I will never be a Goldie Locks, so you don't turn into an angry Teddy Bear."

"Can you guarantee that?"

"No."

"Well you know if you pull Goldie Locks behavior on me you will be severely punished."

"You promise?" she winked at him.

"Marigold, I never found anyone I fit with so well before."

"Everything about you fits me perfect too Ted. Your chairs, your bed, and your cock in my cunt and my ass."

"It seems like you also liked the porridge you cooked on my stove, from the amount that it looks like you ate."

"Yes, it was just the right temperature. Not too hot or cold, and your cum tastes just right for me too. Not too salty or watery, nice and sticky and sweet.

He knew that he had found his dream girl and couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. Maybe she would not be a Goldie Locks after all.

"Teddy, I have a confession to make. I actually did another stupid Goldie Locks thing this week."

He looked at Marigold incredulously and nervously and replied, "how could you have done any more stupid things than the things you did already that I know about?"

She looked at him with a frightened little girl face and said, "I forgot to take my birth control pills this week and I am very fertile this week." She was afraid he would be angry, and she would be getting her ass reddened with a broken fishing pole the rest of the night.

"That's great news Goldie, I can't wait to have a baby with you!"

"So, you're not mad?"

"Of course not. But there are two conditions on me not being angry with you."

"What is that?"

"You are changing your name to Marigold Bear, so no one figures out the Goldie Locks nickname."

"What is the other condition?"

"If we have a son, we are not naming him Baby Bear," he smiled.

So, Ted and Marigold Bear lived happily ever after with their son, Ted Bear Jr., who was eventually joined by his sister, Mary Bear. They expanded the cabin and spent weekends there, while continuing to live in the city during the week. They worked together on romance novels, with him as author and her as editor, but the novels got much more explicit than they used to be before Ted met Marigold.

Occasionally Marigold would get that mischievous Goldie Locks look on her face, get up on a chair and smash her foot right through the seat of the chair. She would then jump off the broken chair, look at Teddy with a sly grin and tease him with the words, "so what are you going to do to me for breaking the chair Teddy Bear?"

In the children's story, Goldie Locks jumped out of the cabin window and ran off into the woods, never to be seen again. In this story, when Marigold would get Teddy angry, she would just run into the bedroom, pull down her pajama bottoms and lay across the bed, anxiously awaiting Teddy Bear's punishment for being naughty. Teddy would never let her escape his love and discipline, and she surely didn't want to.

The End.