I do like a bit of outdoor action and woodlands especially make such a lovely setting.
The boyfriend of this beautiful girl has decided that she should be spending a long time like this - hands tied roughly above her head and her bottom exposed to the light evening breeze. The place appears to be deserted and she appears to be left all alone. Indeed, she heard him walk away and now she's feeling very abandoned and vulnerable. She didn't hear him creep so quietly back to a nearby location to keep an eye on her, make sure that no strangers wander past and see her, and enjoy looking at her fabulous bottom and legs and planning what he will do next.
After almost half an hour she's starting to panic and tries struggling with the coarse rope but only succeeds in making the bite deeper into her wrists. Every so often she imagines she's seen something move or heard an approaching footprint and is terrified of being discovered by people she didn't know - what would they do? They might be do-gooders who would think she'd been attacked or something and call the police and she could end up getting arrested for public order and the story could be all over the papers. Or they could be nasty louts who would take advantage of her vulnerability and she could be raped. Or they might pick up some convenient tree branches and whip her mercilessly and she couldn't do a thing to stop them and her cries would never be heard. In some ways that was the least worst of the possibilities she was thinking about since it was pretty close to what she and her boyfriend had planned for him to do when he came back for her, but he knew her limits and respected them and she couldn't expect that from others.
After over an hour she starts wondering about when she might need the toilet and as soon as the thought crosses her mind she starts feeling an urge to pee. Around that time, grinning, and out of her line of sight, he picks a small pebble and flings it as far as he can in front of her. She freezes in terror - there must be someone there! She can't make out anyone or any reason for the noise and as the minutes tick by, she tries to calm herself.
He has much more patience than she does.
What if he didn't come back? What if had an accident or something and she was just left here. It would be starting to get dark very soon. She is almost ready to cry. It has been almost three hours. She had lost track of time but had never imagined it being anything like as long as this. In her mind she'd been thinking half an hour tops.
Slowly he stands and stretches to his full height. He reaches down for a handful of switches he'd prepared after he first left her and starts to walk back towards her. At first she thinks her imagination is playing tricks again as he stands on a twig that cracks underfoot. Then before she's ever really registered the first swishing sound the switch cracks hard across her bottom and she squeals at the familiar fiery sting.
