Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 3

Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 3
By The Technician

BDSM FFF/F D/s / Mild / Snow / Cold / Spanking / Public Sex

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the tenth in this series and continues the adventures of The Three J’s and Sara at Mountain Lodge Resort.

This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing,” especially “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing Day 6 Parts 1 & 2.”

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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“So who wants to go first and say what happened for them today?” asked Julie after they got back to the cabin.

“I’ll start,” said Joan. “It’s pretty simple. After you two left with Ron and Kevin, I was feeling so guilty about having let Sara down that I had her punish me by locking me in that pillory downstairs and spanking me… hard… really hard… a little bit too really hard.” She turned around and lifted the back of her skirt so that Judy and Julie could see her ass cheeks.

“Wow!” said Judy and Julie together. “No wonder you took those pain pills and wanted to go out and sit in the snow. Your ass is all red and swollen. How many times did you tell Sara to spank you?”

“Ten,” answered Joan. Then she added, “Every ten minutes… for two and a half hours.”

“Shit!” exclaimed Julie, “That’s 150 swats.”

Sara said, “Actually it is 160, if you count the first ten.”

Everyone looked at her and she continued, “Only Joan would correct you on that as you are swatting her ass with a paddle.” Sara smiled and went on, “Afterwards, she told me that the guilt was gone and all that was left between us was her love for me.” She paused for a while before continuing, “And then I said that I had always loved her, and one thing led to another and I guess we sort of proposed to each other.”

She looked over at Judy. “When Joan more or less announced our engagement, you said, ‘That makes three of us.’ So tell us what happened between you and Ron and you and Kevin.”

“Kevin asked me to marry him while we were on the chair lift,” bubbled Julie. “He said that he felt that I was the one from the moment he met me. We are going to wait until we both get our undergraduate degrees. Before tonight, I was afraid that I might have to put off graduate school for a while. Now all we are trying to figure out is when and how to do the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing. We figure we should at least let our parents think we are taking it a little bit slow, so we probably won’t get rings until spring break.”

“Did Ron ask you on the chair lift also, Judy?” asked Joan.

“Not exactly,” answered Judy, turning slightly red.

“Oooh, this should be interesting,” said Sara. “Tell us all about it.”

“When we left here,” began Judy, “Ron was in the e-cass behind Kevin, and Julie and I were on Kevin’s snowmobile. We followed Kevin up and down the service trails alongside the slopes and finally got to the aid station. We went skiing for a while and then Ron said that we should finish getting Kevin qualified, so we went back to the aid station.”

“The e-cass was still hooked up to Ron’s snowmobile. Ron opened the back door and told me to slide in on one of the stretchers.”

Judy looked around at the other girls, “If the small one is a glass coffin, the e-cass is a glass funeral coach. It is all plexiglass or something. The outside is one of those wrap on plastic things like they use to put advertizing on busses. You can’t see inside, but from the inside it is like looking out through tinted glass all around… and above. As I slid in, it was like I was laying on a bench or picnic table outside somewhere.”

“Ron slid in beside me and said, ‘You might want to hang on. It can get really bumpy in here.'”

“I started to ask him, ‘Hang on to what?’ when he reached over me and pulled two straps up over me from alongside the stretcher.”

“As we started moving, he said, ‘I could strap you in, but we don’t usually do that unless we are dealing with a drunk or someone who doesn’t know what is going on.'”

“‘But what if it suddenly gets bumpy.’ I asked, and almost immediately Kevin must have gone over some rough snow or something because it got very bouncy in there.”

“‘In that case,’ answered Ron, ‘I throw myself over the person and hold them in place.’ And he did just that. We were passing skiers going down the hill or just waiting at the edges of the slope.”

“‘What must this look like to them?’ I asked. ‘You’re laying on top of me.'”

“Ron laughed. ‘You can’t see in, only out. You could be lying there naked with this parked outside the lodge and no one would notice. We could both be naked going down the slopes and all anyone would see was a red, Snow Rescue, e-cass ambulance. If there were any room in here we could be screwing our brains out and, as long as we weren’t too noisy, no one would notice.'”

That image flooded my mind and I started flooding somewhere else. I asked, ‘So why can’t we screw in here?'”

“‘The same reason you can’t do much in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed.’ he replied. ‘No headroom.'”

“We had reached the bottom of the first slope, Kevin stopped and walked back to check on us. There were people right up next to the walls of the e-cass and as Kevin was walking back around to the doors of the e-cass, I suddenly had this image of us lying there fucking while Kevin drove us around among all these people through all the slopes. Ron told Kevin that everything was fine back here, and that’s when I knew what I wanted to do. I asked, ‘Don’t you guys have radios?'”

“Both answered, ‘Of course.’ So I said, ‘Then, Kevin, you just keep going. If anything isn’t fine back here we will give you a shout out on the radio.’ Kevin said, ‘OK,’ and went back up to join Julie on the snowmobile.”

“As we started moving again, Ron asked, ‘What was that about?'”

“Bunk beds don’t bounce on their own,’ I answered and started skooching out of my clothes.”

“‘What are you doing!?’ he asked and I answered, ‘Just get naked and get inside me before the bunk bed starts bouncing.'”

“It took a moment before it finally hit him what I was asking him to do. He said “Oh… OH!” and started trying to get out of his clothes. Luckily for us, a couple of skiers wanted to ask Kevin something and it was a several minutes before we started moving again. By then we were both naked and Ron was trying to slide up on top of me.”

“It was such a turn on to be lying there like we were on a picnic table in a public park full of people, and yet no one could see us. I was sooo wet before he even slid over on top of me. He was right. There isn’t much head room in that thing. I could barely raise my legs to give him better access, but he got inside me and began sliding slightly up and down on top of me.”

“It was nice, but then the e-cass started bouncing and that was terrific. Ron wasn’t moving that much in and out of me, but he was really bouncing against my clit. That was a totally different experience, it was taking me higher and higher and higher. And while we were doing this, I could look out the windows on either side or on the top and watch people going by on both sides or on the ski lift above.”

“I started cumming and screaming and suddenly Ron clamped his mouth over mine to keep me quiet. It was intense. He was basically lying flat on top of me bouncing with the motion of the sled as we traveled down the rough snow at the edges of the main slopes. For some reason,” Judy stopped to give a big grin to the others, “For SOME reason, neither Ron nor I noticed when Kevin got to the bottom of the slope and started to make a wide swing across the flat area to start back up on the other side. The sudden motion rolled us over onto the other stretcher and suddenly I was on top.”

“Our legs were a little twisted together, but Ron was still inside me. I tried to bring my legs up under me so I could straddle him, but there just wasn’t enough room in that little ambulance. I spread my legs around his and pushed myself up on my arms and just let the bouncing of the e- cass do the work. My breasts were hanging down and Ron reached up and began playing with my nipples. In a little while I was screaming again and then sudden we could hear Kevin’s voice on Ron’s radio. ‘Are you guys OK back there? I thought I heard you yell or something.'”

“Ron dug through his clothes and found his radio and answered, ‘Everything’s fine. Judy was just enjoying the scenery a little too much.'”

“Kevin answered, ‘One more slope and then back to the aid station. I’ll let you out of back as soon as we get there.'”

“‘Take you time,’ answered Ron, ‘and don’t open the doors when we get back. I will release things from the inside when we are ready to get out.'”

“A little while later, we turned ourselves over and Ron was back on top. As we were bouncing down the last slope, Ron said, ‘This isn’t exactly how I had planned to do this, but are you willing to marry someone who is almost as crazy you are?'”

“I said ‘Yes.’ He wants to take a little bit more time to be sure that there is more to this than just wild, kinky, sex. So, for now, Ron and I are just ‘Pinned.'”

“‘Pinned?’ asked Joan. Ron isn’t a member of a fraternity.”

“Yes he is,” answered Judy, “One of the most exclusive fraternities there is.” She pointed to a oval golden pin on her sweatshirt. In the center of the pin was a red square with a white cross on and the words Snow Rescue. “He is a part of the fraternity of heros.”

The four of them hugged each other in a group hug for a few minutes and then Julie said, “It is actually getting a bit late. Anyone for a short dip in the hot tub before we head off to bed.?”

Joan answered, “I don’t think heat is exactly what my ass needs right now.”

“It’s what mine needs,” said Sara.

Something about the tone of her voice caused The Three J’s to turn abruptly to look at her. “What’s wrong?” asked Joan.

Sara looked down at the floor. When she raised her face, her eyes were swimming in tears. “When you said that you needed to be punished to remove something that had come between us – on the inside, I was laughing at you. I mean, if you’re forgiven, you’re forgiven. It’s over? Right?”

“But then I over-punished you. I could see that you hadn’t realize how painful a full-on ass spanking like that could be. After 25 swats, you had learned your lesson, or whatever it was that you needed. I should have stopped. But I didn’t… and it wasn’t just because you had told me not to stop.”

“I had a ball gag in my mouth. Remember?” said Joan. “I couldn’t tell you I had made a mistake or changed my mind.”

“You didn’t have to tell me, Joan. I knew. I could tell. I knew at 25 you were broken. I should have stopped at thirty, but I wanted to keep going so I could keep going back to sit on that damned Sybian. God!, that machine is pure pleasure. I put my pleasure above your pain, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“What do you want?” asked Judy.

“I want the three of you to take me down to the Saint Andrews Cross and tie me in place. And then I want each of you to take a paddle and give me ten hard swats. Do it all at the same time so that they come hard and fast and I can’t turn that pain into pleasure. Then my butt will match Joan’s butt and we can go out and sit in the snow together and say that we love each other. You can laugh at me if you want to, but it’s what I need.”

She looked up at Joan and whimpered “I laughed at you because I didn’t understand. I do now, and it is OK if even you laugh at me, but please do this so we are back in balance.”

“You two are going to have a strange and wonderful relationship.” said Judy.

“I’m strange,” answered Sara, “She’s wonderful.”

“OK,” said Judy. “A little detour to the basement to make Sara’s ass all bright and red and burning so it will match Joan’s. Then Julie and I will come back up to the hot tub while Joan and Sara go out and melt some snow.”

They went down into the basement together. Sara stripped off her dress and underwear. “I wore underwear just so I wouldn’t accidentally embarrass any of you at a high class function tonight.”

Joan slipped off her skirt and blouse. “But I was the one with the bare ass.” Then she added, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” said Sara as she stood against the cross and put her arms up against the upper cross pieces. Judy began to strap her arms in place.

Meanwhile Julie came back from the bedroom carrying three paddles. After handing one each to Judy and Joan she said, “Ten, as hard and fast as we can. Right, Sara?”

Sara nodded and The Three J’s began swinging. The noise of the paddles striking flesh was loud and fast. Sara was screaming after just the first few swats. On one swat, Judy’s paddle actually landed on top of Joan’s. She didn’t count that one.

After just two or three minutes all three J’s said, “Ten!” and stopped their paddling. Sara was hanging slightly limp and crying.

“So that’s what pure pain feels like,” she said. “Pure pleasure is much, much better.”

Joan ran her hand lightly over Sara’s bottom. It was hot and red and slightly blistered at one spot. “I think you will need to sit in the snow with me for quite a while tonight.” Then she asked, “Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes,” answered Sara. “The wall is gone. Only the love is there.” She looked over her shoulder at Joan. “Maybe next time when we feel a wall starting to rise, we can overwhelm it with love and pleasure rather than breaking it down with pain.”

“That would be a good thing,” said Joan as she started unstrapping Sara from the cross.

“See you two in the morning,” said Julie as she and Judy went up the steps toward the hot tub.

“In the morning,” answered Joan as she led Sara out through the doorway under the deck to find some fresh snow in which to sit.

“Maybe by morning, we can come out here and melt snow in a different way?” said Sara. “but for now, I just need to cool off the fire in my ass before we go to bed.”

“I think we are both strange,” said Joan.

“And both wonderful,” sighed Sara as she sat in the snow.

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END OF DAY SIX, PART 3

There is one more episode after Day 6 in
“The Three J’s and an S Go Skiing”
The saga will hopefully continue.
Sara has already talked about wanting to go to Mardi Gras sometime,
And Joan’s dad thinks it would be a good idea
for the girls to have “real jobs” over the summer.
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