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I was excited to meet Tammy. Since we first met on the internet, we
exchanged several notes, then began talking on the phone. We seemed to have
a lot in common, though we really didn't talk about sexual issues and
definitely not fetishes.

We finnally decided to met on a Saturday afternoon fourty miles out of town
at a nature reserve. I wasn't a BIG lover of the wild, but didn't hate it.
She was passionate about it, and wanted our first meeting to be outdoors.

Being a slightly warm day, I wore a t-shirt and light jacket. If it got
warmer, I could always shed the jacket. I wondered what Tammy would be
wearing...could it be possible that she would be a sweater fetishist? And
if so...a turtleneck lover as well?

I resigned to the idea that since it was slightly warm today, I wouldn't
find out.

And then I saw her! There, standing against a wooden fence was this
beautiful blond wearing the thickest pink mohair turtleneck I had ever
seen! To further accelerate my excitement, I noticed she draped a furry
olive green scarf around her neck!

I tried to contain myself, but she noticed my pleasure with her attire and
commented before I could even speak.

"Do you like a girl to wear her collars this high?" She smiled, lifting the
collar past her neck and chin until it covered mouth, touching the end of
her nose.

"How did you..."

"Know?" she said, pulling the collar back down to speak, " When a girl
talks to a man as long as we did, you pick it out!"

Feeling vulernable, I asked what I might have said to tip her off.

"Oh nothing in particular," she replied, "but your tastes in other things
led me there. The way you spoke freely about BDSM, and how you hinted at
how the girls at your Catholic high school turned you on."

I remembered now. I WAS leading her, without even knowing it!

"Shall we walk?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said, and we went off into the woods on a trail leading toward a
stream.

We talked as we walked, about all kinds of things, but I couldn't get my
eyes off her sweater. It looked so warm, soft, and inviting. Then I watched
in fascination as she wrapped the scarf around that bulging pink collar!

"Aren't you getting hot?" I finally asked.

"No..I'm fine!" she smiled.

We walked for another hour before we stopped again. She had broken out into
a sweat, and I could tell she was being overcome by the heat both from the
weather and her clothing.

Figuring she was sensible enough to layer a light tee underneath that bulky
sweater, I asked Tammy if she wanted to take it off despite the fact it was
clearly turning the both of us on so much.

"Well, I'd like to, but...all I have on underneath it is this!"

Then she pulled the pink collar down to reveal a tight green woolen
turtleneck pressing firmly against her chin underneath!

"You have to understand," she said, smiling, "I NEVER wear a sweater
without a turtleneck, and I never wear a turtleneck without a sweater! And
if for ANY reason, I were to remove one or more of these, I would
feel...well, shall we say, naughty?"

Just then, she slipped and fell into the stream we were walking along. It
wasn't deep, but enough to completely soak her sweater. When she got up,
her sweater hung tight and heavy against her body from the weight of the
water it soaked in.

"You'll have to remove them now," I said.

With a resolved look on her face, she slowly grabbed the pink mohair at the
waist and pulled it up over her breasts, neck and face until it was off her
torso. Then she slipped each arm out of the heavy sleeves and set the
drenched sweater against a rock to dry. She repeatd this process with the
tight green woolen one she was wearing underneath to reveal nothing else
beneath them. Then she removed her wet pants, revealing nothing underneath
them as well. standing naked before me now, I could see she had a
wonderfully carved body with firm round breasts and a tight firm stomach.

"I feel SO guilty now," she said, hanging her head.

"What do you think we should do about it?" I asked.

Without a word, she went to her hiking bag and removed a thin round leather
paddle about 10 inches in diameter. "Punish me," she said, holding the
paddle out to me, "Good and hard. As much as you deem necessary!"

Then she walked over to a tree and threw her arms around it, waiting her
sentence from my hand. When I hesitated, she screamed at me,"What are you
waiting for! Come punish me! Now...while I still have strength!"

That was enough of an invitation for me. I approached her and weilded a
firm twack against her buttocks. she grabbed at the tree, and bent her legs
slightly. I brought the paddle around again. A soft moan escaped her lips,
but it was definitly not one of pain.

After twenty more paddlings, She turned around to face me. She reached up
with her arms and grabbed a branch about two feet abover her head and said,
"Now the breasts..they must feel the fullness of pain also!"

By now, I was more than glad to oblige! I pulled back and twacked each
breast once, watching it jiggle and trun bright red after each stroke.
Tammy threw her head back in ecstacy after each lash, then looked me in the
eyes longingly before the next would come. Before I even knew what had
happened, I had wielded fifty lashes across her chest, turning them bright
red!

Tammy let go of the branch and dropped to her knees. "Thank you," she said,
"I have served my pennance for such a blatant display of my body. I shall
take careful measures never to allow this shameful exhibition to ever
happen again!"

Then she crawled over to where she laid her clothes and put all of them
back on directly over her now pusling skin. When she was done, she looked
at me and smiled, "Shall we walk again tomorrow?'

"I think we better!" I said with a huge smile!