All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older.
This is 100% fiction and in no way taken from a real life situation.
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The hot summer had come on full force even though it was only the end of May. The heat of mid-day made the animals lethargic and Danae was just as uninspired. She stepped over the sleeping dog that was stretched out in front of her bedroom door.
"What I need is a quick dip in the pond and that should wake me up enough to finish my history essay," she thought as she gathered a towel from the hall linen closet and made her way down stairs.
Dressed in worn cut off jean shorts and a tight white tank top she slipped on her vans and strolled toward the path leading into the woods.
Danae lived deep in the mountains with her mother, Tera, and stepfather, Jake. Both were currently in town getting supplies. It was a two-hour drive in their truck to the nearest town so she didn't expect them home until dinnertime. She knew she had plenty of time to get her homework done for her online college course, get her chores done, and make dinner before they got back. Just thinking of the possible punishment if she didn't sent shivers down her spine.
Danae walked down the path taking in all the familiar sights. She felt happiest here in nature. She loved the way a hot day made the pine trees smell especially pungent. Even the rich smell of the forest soil smelled wonderful to her.
It was a 20-minute hike to the pond and by the time she reached it she had sweat rolling down her face and back. Danae slipped out of her shoes taking a big breath and feeling antsy to get in the cool crystal clear water.
With the nearest neighbor over five miles away she never worried about her modesty. She did feel a twinge of guilt knowing her mother would disapprove of her swimming naked, but that didn't stop her from shucking off her shorts and underwear in one smooth movement and then peeling her sweaty tank top over her head. She hadn't bothered with a bra since her mother wasn't around to be offended. She walked quickly down the small dock and took a running leap into the fresh cold mountain water.
Seconds later she broke the surface with a shout, "Damn that's cold."
Danae swam around exploring the pond she already knew so well. She looked for the turtles and frogs and chased fish with no hope of catching them. She loved to float on the surface with her long chestnut colored hair floating around her face like a mermaid. Her 36 C breasts bobbed at the surface, the sharp coldness making her dark nipples stand up like cattail reeds.
She drifted aimlessly watching the puffy white clouds morph into different shapes as they made their way across the blue sky.
It didn't take long for the cold water to suck all the heat from her body and she knew to get out when her hands and feet started to grow numb. Climbing the ladder attached to the dock she pulled her body out of the water. The water ran in streams down her lush tan body. She didn't have a skinny body like her mother. Hers was full of curves and softness that no amount of hard work could whittle down. Weeks of swimming nude meant no tan lines marred the beauty of her young skin. Of course none of this meant anything to Danae who had never watched T.V or seen a magazine. She was not inundated with popular culture telling her beauty meant tall and stick thin.
Danae grabbed her towel and spread it out on the warm wood dock. She lay down on her back thinking she would just dry off in the sun and warm up a bit before heading back.
The nineteen year old stared up with her emerald green eyes watching the clouds float lazily by and the branches wave in the light breeze. As she relaxed her mind drifted, as it often did, to thoughts of Jake. She liked Jake and even though she missed her Dad she was glad he had joined their family. Her mom seemed happier and Jake provided a buffer between her and her mom that made life better for Danae.
She and her mother had lived alone since her father died when she was 12. At least until her mom brought Jake home 2 years ago announcing he was her new Dad. She met him online and after "dating" for a year she flew to Nevada to meet him in the flesh. Two weeks later they flew back together, married. Jake was 11 years younger than her mom and ten years older than Danae. The age difference was not glaring since her mom looked much younger than her 40 years.
Her parents had met at Stanford when Tera was in her senior year. Her father was a social science professor and quite a bit older than Tera. After she graduated with her English literature degree they married and she found herself pregnant soon after that.
Both were concerned with the course humanity had taken. They abhorred war and the greedy corporations that suppressed basic human rights for bigger shareholder profits. They decided to get away from it all and raise their family without the influences of a corrupt society. Both made money writing books, articles, and online reviews so they could afford to isolate themselves. They kept their office locked to prevent any negative influence on their daughter.
It was only in the last year that Danae was allowed on the computer and even then the browser was locked on to her online college course web site.
Danae was home schooled and her parents provided her with a classical education. She knew Shakespeare with the same intimacy as any another teen knows the 'Twilight' series. She knew all the great artists and could tell you easily who painted what just by scanning it quickly. Her favorite artist was Gustav Klimt and not just because she was named after one of his paintings.
Her parents had always been strict with her but after her father died her mother become intolerant of any failure or infractions. She would spank her almost daily. She would use a wide variety of weapons. The most common were a wooden spoon, hairbrush, or a kitchen pan scrubber. The worse was a thin wipe-like branch that she kept in her closet.
When Jake arrived he was expected to step into the role of father completely, which in Tera's mind meant disciplinarian. While he reluctantly did what was expected of him he was nowhere as harsh as her Mom. He only used his hand saying that he should feel the punishment too otherwise how would he know when to stop.
Jake spent time getting to know her and included her in his various projects. He was often fixing up the house and yard and enjoyed showing her how to be handy. Last year for her 18th birthday he surprised her with building a small dock on her favorite pond.
Jake enjoyed wandering in the woods as much as Danae and used his studies when writing for several nature magazines. Danae never saw Jake as a father figure but as more of a friend and aside from dispensing her almost daily spankings he treated her as an equal too.
Danae held the image of Jake in her mind. She was confused about the way her body reacted to him. She had spent more than a few moments watching Jake chop wood. She was fascinated with the way the muscles of his back would ripple as he swung the axe. His shirtless chest would shine with sweat and watching the drops travel over his pecs and down his ripped abs made her heart speed up and her nipples tighten and ache.
Even more perplexing was the way her pussy would get wet and feel needy of something Danae couldn't name.
It was only last year that she discovered how to bring relief for the worst of the aching. This discovery had changed her life and she would never forget that day. After a long hike Danae had used a soft and fuzzy leaf to wipe herself after peeing in the woods. Later that day her privates felt itchy and hot. She couldn't stop from rubbing herself hoping for relief but instead found herself getting wetter and itchier. The accidentally brushed the little nub at the top of her lower lips while itching and felt a jolt rip through her.
In no time she learned how to use her fluids to wet the nub and then rubbed it vigorously in circles until she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. This was the best feeling she had ever felt and even after her rash cleared she would rub her self into ecstasy almost daily. Danae didn't know what a clitoris was or that what she was experiencing was an orgasm.
