Breathless Balcony

I have this fantasy of you standing in the sun, oil dripping down your back and over that tight little ass of yours. Legs spread and arms outstretched where I've tied you off to the balcony railing. In front of us, the fields sparkle in the morning dew as the horses graze in the distance. The only sounds are coming from the birds chirping in the trees. SMACK! Well, the only sounds except for the yelps you give every time my hand lands across your ass. You try to turn and look for me, but you can't quite see around. Leaving you in anticipation is half my fun. What if someone walks across the field? Will they see you? Will they look away? Or maybe they'll stand there watching as I use your body however I see fit...