I lived and worked for several years in a big city in the very far west of the North American continent. I had met up with a lovely local lady a few years younger than me, but ‘of age’. We had a great time. We shared an interest in the outdoors life as well as a great amount of kinkiness.
Josie was into spanking and oral sex and liked to have sex where we might be caught doing it. I was less keen on that one but cooperated in the interests of all-around well-being.
As a result of my work, I spent quite a bit of time away at remote site areas. A proportion of my time spent at these could be taken as local leave. Josie was able to enjoy flexible working conditions which suited us very well.
One of our favourite diversions was to be flown by a short takeoff and landing aircraft to a log cabin in a remote area set on clear, level ground near a forest and a running river full of salmon.
The cabin had a communal living area and two double bedrooms. It ran on log-fired heating with a large enclosed stove, a smaller similar stove in each large room, and once warmed-up, a half-decent bathroom. In the winter you had to melt snow or if lucky use the water collected off the roof for water supply.
We could in the summer pump water up from the river using an electric pump whose batteries were kept charged by a wind generator and solar panels. These also ran the lights. In the winter we had to melt snow and the big log burner had an enclosed tray on top to do just that. The whole thing was designed to warm up quickly on arrival when you lit the log fire, sorted out some water, and settled down. You needed a full day to get comfortable on arrival, enough snow melted, etc. In the winter you needed to stay for at least three nights to relax.
You had to be careful outdoors because there were bears and wolves around. Thermal detectors on all sides of the cabin could detect a bear at 100 yards if not raining hard or snowing. The wolves were often a bit noisy; they did not usually arrive in silence.
I used to take a high-powered rifle with me just in case; it was quite legal. It was modelled on a military rifle and took military equivalent metal jacket rounds. It had a sniper scope and I had zeroed it in. With a support or tripod, I could hit a quart tin can at one kilometre without a problem. I never had to shoot a bear although I got the rifle out a few times. Firing it in the air used to be enough to frighten a bear.
The wolves were easily scared off by setting off a few wolf scare exploding fireworks. They made a big bang and a blinding flash; it scared the wolves off for two to three days each time.
We needed to go there alone, of course. I guess we managed this five or six times a year. In the summer, one of the things we loved was outdoor sex and spanking. The area was deserted and the feeling of the sun and a cane on your bare bum as a part of sex was wonderful. I didn’t mind doing it outdoors in that remote area, I didn’t think we would corrupt the bears.
One thing we had to be aware of was the government drones that they used to patrol the area. I think they liked to know what was going on at the cabins in case ‘intruders’ were using them as bases for anti-government activities. They used to overfly at about a thousand feet. Once in a while they would turn and come back for a second look but not often. You could hear them coming from about a mile away so you had time to get indoors if you were ‘doing something.’
We used to set up a canvas ground sheet and put a trestle in the middle. The top of the trestle was covered with a rolled-up blanket secured with bungee cords. We would in turn bend over that and take a mixture of oral sex, caning, and real sex out in the sunshine. Josie would cane me too, I’m a natural switch. You just had to keep an eye and ear open for the government drones and get indoors quickly.
The security boys tended to be creatures of habit, they usually flew the drones over from mid to late afternoon, if not cloudy. I think they were looking for shadows which would be more pronounced as the sun started to go down.
During my time there, international relations took a severe turn for the worse. A rather hostile neighbouring state began to sometimes send over drones. They did not play by the rules, often coming in quite low (there is a regulation height for overflying structures).
One day back home in the city there had been a news item about the ‘spy drones’ on TV. I thought from the tone and structure of the item it had been generated by the government to wake people up and get their support. The government posted pictures of these drones and asked people to tell them if they saw one, time, date, location etc.
If these drones were stealthy by design and flew in under the radar in a remote area, I think they would be difficult to detect.
I thought about this and decided to discuss it with Josie.
Josie said, “John, we saw at least one of those in the past when we were at the cabin. It must have been from ‘that other lot’. It wasn’t a government patrol drone.” (We knew about them!)
I had a brain wave.
“Josie” I replied, “They are big enough to shoot with my rifle. I could keep the rifle handy. We could be having a good session and this time, not stop but let them see us having fun!”
Josie was quite broad-minded and I thought deep down would like someone to have seen us at it!
Josie said, “What if they took photos of us?”
“So what,” I said, “That’s the whole idea. It’s not our government. If we can get the drone to catch us at it, maybe it will come back for an even better look. I’m sure they would love to see your red, caned bum, or mine, and might get a kick out of seeing us screwing. When it comes back, I can shoot it down.”
Josie laughed but put her hand to her mouth in what I thought was a mixture of surprise and delight.
“That would be illegal wouldn’t it?” she asked.
I replied, “In what way is it illegal? Is it illegal for us to enjoy ourselves outdoors or illegal for them to be there in the first place? That’s the real question.”
“Do you think their prime minister will ring up and complain?” I said, laughing.
Josie was amused and said, “What do we do then, carry on and let it watch us, the dirty bastards!”
“Yes,” I replied, “That’s the general idea. If it comes back, the next time I am going to shoot it out of the sky.”
Josie laughed. To my relief but hardly to my surprise, she replied, “OK, I’m up for it.”
I thought good girl, that’s the spirit.
So a couple of weeks later we were up at the cabin. I had tied a rope around a tree trunk with a loop at the free end around a tree. The loop was at the right height for me to hold and elevate the rifle with the forward part of the stock in the loop. It greatly helped me steady my aim. The tree was about 200 yards from the cabin.
It was a fairly clear afternoon and we were at it as usual. I was screwing Josie in the doggie position over the trestle. Josie was in seventh heaven, being screwed after a good, hard caning.
“Here it comes,” I said, “We won’t stop; let it have a good look.”
I kept at it as if ignoring it. It made one pass, turned, and came back.
I stopped screwing Josie who had just had a huge orgasm and started caning her again as the drone approached. It came past and turned again!
The trap was set! I grabbed the rifle, ran to the tree, and took aim as it approached. It was coming straight at me! The first round just missed. I let it come on and hit it with the second round. It veered off course and crashed near the river.
“Come on,” I said to Josie, “Get some clothes on and we will look for the bits.”
The wreckage was smoking and I needed to let it cool a bit. Over the remainder of that day and well into the next day we collected bits of wreckage and took them back to the cabin. On the morning of the third day, a government drone flew over a lot earlier than usual. I got out bits of wreckage and laid them out on the ground for them to photograph. The drone made several passes and then went away.
About 2 hours later I heard the sounds of helicopters. Three arrived, and one landed. The other two flew around, possibly to maintain security in the area. They were Air Force helicopters. Four guys got out of the one that landed two officers and a couple of men. They were fully armed and in combat gear.
“What are you doing here?” asked one of the officers. I told him about our fairly frequent trips to have a few days at the cabin. I didn’t go into any details about our intimate activities.
The officer went on, “What can you tell us about the wreckage?”
I thought I need to tell him the truth that I shot it down. I went into the fact that we had been ‘sunbathing’ and it had come back twice to get a better look. I said it wasn’t the first time it had paid us a visit and this time, I had got ready to deal with it.
He said, “So you were not surprised when it came back, why you didn’t tell the authorities earlier?”
I said I didn’t think they would be interested in out-of-date information and I wasn’t at the time sure it was a ‘foreign’ drone until I had seen the publicity about it on TV. I said also that I was concerned that they might think I was making it up and it would be better to present some hard evidence. I hoped this would stick.
The officer said, “Well you have done that, for sure.”
Then the officer said, “Why do you think the drone made those extra passes?” I wondered what else he knew. He could see Josie standing at the door of the cabin but had not gone to talk to her.
I said, looking over my shoulder at Josie, “Maybe what they saw got their attention,” and winked.
The officer must have got it right away because he smiled.
The officer replied, “OK, this is all very helpful. But I must tell you and your friend that you will not discuss this. You haven’t been in contact with anyone since you shot it down have you?”
“No,” I replied. “We are alone out here. We need to walk for about four miles through the forest to get a mobile phone signal. We have an air band radio that we use to talk to the pilot when he comes to pick us up and I haven’t used it at all this visit, apart from the usual radio check with the pilot before he left.”
The officer said, “We have to get back as the helicopters will be getting low on fuel. If you don’t mind, I’m going to leave these two guys with you overnight in case of ‘visitors.’ We don’t expect any but we need to be careful. They will not bother you in the cabin and will camp out (it was the summertime). One of the helicopters will land now and pick up the drone wreckage. Apart from the two men I’m leaving with you, we will leave. We will be back tomorrow and I must ask you to come with us for a formal debriefing.
“You are not in trouble but we do need all the details, this is a serious matter of national security and you I’m afraid have got caught in the middle. Don’t worry; we are most grateful for the drone wreckage.”
I beckoned to Josie and she came over. The officer quickly went through it with her and to her credit she took it on board without a murmur. This was going to be ok if we went along with it.
One of the other two helicopters landed, and a team emerged, quickly collecting the debris.
The helicopters and the two officers departed and the two reminding men set up camp. They had brought everything with them for a one-night camp and left us alone.
The next morning, a helicopter arrived with the security officer. Josie and I had shut up the cabin and were ready to leave. It took about ninety minutes to fly back to an air base near the city. Josie and I were taken to an office building and separated.
A team of guys started on me. They were most keen to know when I had first become aware of the ‘foreign’ drone. I had seen it at least twice. I asked to be shown my diary which would allow me to be more certain about the dates and they agreed to that.
I was able to tell them with a fair degree of certainty exactly when I had seen the drones on all occasions which came to four in all.
They wondered why I had done nothing until the fourth time. I said I did not know whose drones they were until I saw the TV news item. Up to then, I thought they might be ‘ours’ of a different type. How was I to know?
They then asked why I had decided to shoot down the drone the last time I saw it. I told them again about having seen the news item on TV and the subsequent publicity. I said that an enemy would not have thought that ordinary civilians would be minded or able to do anything like that. They had not reckoned on the thought processes of a well-travelled patriot who decided to do something on his initiative. It probably gave the enemy a big surprise.
This went down OK. I said I would not have done anything if I thought it was a manned aircraft but the drone was far too small to have been carrying a person. I didn’t for a moment think it would be a case of murder if I shot it down (correct of course).
Then they asked the one I hoped they would not. How had I acted to get the drone to make multiple passes?
I sat there for a moment in silence, and then I said, “We are not children. Josie and I get up to open-air sex and we deliberately did just that, hoping that the drone would arrive and its operators take an interest. It worked, didn’t it? I just hope you don’t find it necessary to ask Josie about it. She wasn’t involved in this beyond knowing what I was planning and helping with it.”
There was silence from the interrogators after that. Then one of them said, “We are not the police. You were alone out there; you weren’t doing it in a public park downtown. We are very grateful for the wreckage. But you do know you MUST keep silent about this.
“I expect the other side to wonder what happened. The drone doesn’t have a horizontal forward-looking high-resolution camera so they probably didn’t see you getting ready to shoot. Unless they had a sensor detecting impacts on the drone or saw a rifle flash on your first shot, they may have no idea of what happened or just assume it hit something.
“You have to know that this could affect international relations which are in bad shape right now. That’s why you MUST keep quiet and so must Josie. If necessary; and we will try to make sure it does not become necessary, we have a good cover story for you both to give to your employers and you must stick to that.
“You are only one day late back here. The story is going to talk about something unspecified that you saw, the matter is in the hands of the police and the public can’t be told about it due to the very sensitive nature of the matter.
“The police are fully briefed at the highest level to go along with it. We can stage things so that people will believe it’s a police matter. We know how to do that. We will filter the calls to your mobiles for several days and your emails and online activities.
“This will stop once we feel that the danger is over. This may take at least 2 weeks. You both have to go along with this.”
I sat there and thought, this is not as bad as some situations I have been in abroad in the line of my business and said as much.
They said, “How do you think Josie will react to all of this?”
I said, “Josie relies on me for guidance over matters like this. She went along with the plan to shoot down the drone. She loves outdoor sex and I have to take care that she doesn’t get me into it somewhere more public. If she had not gone along with the plan to shoot down the drone, I doubt I could have done so. There is your answer in one, she is reliable. It would be a big blow to her if we had to stop going to that cabin.”
I wanted to find out what they would have to say about that.
They said, “We are going quietly to clean up the area. We expect the other side will send another drone to try to figure out what happened; indeed we hope they do because we will take that one out too.
“You won’t be able to get up there for at least six weeks until we have cleared up the area and removed even the smallest trace of the accident. We can only work when the area is not under the gaze of one of their satellites. We don’t want them to see any activity. That’s why it will take a while but we can work at night in much of the area and we will do so. We think we got away with it on our first visit and the next day we sent only one helicopter. You may have noticed, it wasn’t a police or air force helicopter.”
I said, “OK, I can get Josie to go along with that, there are other venues but that one is our favourite. Can we go to other places, please? It will make my life a lot easier.”
“Yes you can,” they replied.
“We are going to give you a contact phone number to call before you go and we will keep the place under much closer surveillance with our drones while you are there. Don’t worry about carrying on with outdoor sex, that doesn’t interest us from the security point of view.”
Finally, I asked, “Do you think the other side knows about me and Josie?”
They replied, “No, we don’t think so. You have kept a very low profile. The absence of phone calls and internet traffic from the cabin area is a big help, that’s how they often find out who is where. Unless they were already watching you two, which we do not believe is the case, your short absence in town will go unnoticed by them.
“We know that the other side has agents in the area, we monitor their traffic. Neither of you has ever been mentioned.”
They said. “OK, John, thanks for your time and Josie is waiting for you. We are going to take you downtown in an unmarked car and leave you to get a taxi. We don’t want the car seen anywhere near where you live.”
We walked down a corridor and there was Josie in a waiting area. She looked OK if a little tired.
We made it back to our house.
Josie said, “They don’t give a hoot about our sexual activities. They wanted to find out if it was your idea alone to shoot down the drone and I said it was. I think they admire you.”
Josie was smiling; they could not have given her ‘the third degree,’
I asked if they had told her about the mobile phone and email etc monitoring. She said they had and like me had asked when it would stop and got a similar answer.
They asked her about her political views and the international situation.
She told me that she said, “Why don’t they all get into outdoor sex, they would have a lot more fun!”
Dear Josie!